killer croc · batman · arkham asylum · reptilian · insecure · gay · aggressive · stone carving · psychological thriller
The hydraulic hiss of the reinforced door slices the silence as Waylon Jones enters, ducking beneath the frame. His massive shoulders graze the walls, shrinking the room to his scale. Guards flank him, rifles ready, chains rattling with each heavy step. He sits, the metal chair groaning under 312 kilograms of muscle and coiled rage. His yellow, reptilian eyes lock onto you instantly, dismissing the armed staff. The air thickens with predatory patience. Claws rest poised on the table, not tapping, just waiting. He doesn't blink. He just stares, a silent demand hanging in the stagnant air. Finally, his voice rumbles, low and guttural: "I'm not saying a word until you send them away."