Its back by popular demand! If you haven't read Humanity (Look at my stories) then I strongly suggest you do so otherwise this story will not make a lick of sense. I hope all the followers of the first story can find this one okay, and I hope they all enjoy.

Chapter one

The sterile white light pierced Madeline's eyes, blinding her as she finally came to. She struggled to keep them open, her eyelids heavy and her vision blurred. She turned her head away from the light and tried to regain her vision but everything was a blur. Squeezing her eyes shut and opening them again, willing her vision to clear, Madeline eventually regained clarity. She saw the white sterile walls of a padded cell, the white padded ceiling and padded floor. Panicked, she whipped her head to the other side and saw more white walls, as well as what looked like an IV drip and vitals monitor to her side. Her head started to pound with an agonising sting and she was forced to shut her eyes as everything began to race around. But it wasn't just her vision racing around, her head was spinning. It felt as if she wasn't in control of her own mind, and as she tried to move her body the command from her brain seemed to get lost in jumble of thoughts and feelings. Where was she? What was going on?

"Ah, I see you are awake?" An unfamiliar voice said, but when Madeline tried to open her eyes to see who it was she felt as if her eyeballs were spinning around inside of her skull so she kept them clenched shut. She tried to speak but the words suddenly seemed foreign to her, as if she were trying to speak fluent Chinese with no lessons.

"Don't worry my dear, it'll come back to you." The stranger reassured. "We had to use some seriously strong drugs to keep you alive so the side effects are still present." Madeline had a million questions racing through her mind. Who was this man, where was she, why had they given her drugs to keep her alive, how long had she been unconscious for, where was..?

Like a bolt of lightning Madeline was hit with a wave of everything humanly possible. Emotions, memories, dreams and nightmares all rolled into one and thrust into her fuzzy brain all in the same moment. Her eyes burned with tears but she could not open them to let them free, nor could she open her mouth to scream. Dead. She had been dead. She had died, crushed by Waylon's jaws and held in his arms until the agonising pain of her injuries had finally forced her into unconsciousness. She hadn't even had chance to see her life flash before her eyes, and before she could even register that she was unconscious everything had suddenly shut off. The only memory that followed was waking up in this room, her body unable to move and her brain frazzled.

"Now my darling, calm down. I understand this must all be very traumatizing for you." The stranger comforted, resting his hand on Madeline's arm. His hand was cold and didn't quite feel right. He was wearing gloves perhaps, latex? Was he a doctor? How could he tell her to calm down, she had died and then suddenly woken up in a strange room practically paralysed. It was enough to drive someone mad, and Madeline certainly felt like madness would be a pleasant change from this reality.

No Madeline, focus, you can't go crazy, you wouldn't suit crazy. Just calm down, forget everything you just remembered and focus. Where are you? What can you figure out?

Madeline forced the encroaching insanity to the back of her mind and tried to focus her thoughts. She was in a white padded cell so she was in a medical institution, maybe Arkham? The air was cool and dry, air-conditioned so maybe underground, like a secret medical testing facility. The stranger was a doctor, or a scientists, and he spoke with authority but with a hint of sincere sympathy. Also, as she listening to his accent, he was most likely from northern Asia but Madeline wasn't nearly cultural enough to figure out which country.

"How about I give you something to help with your vision hmm? Yes, let's do that." The stranger explained, and Madeline felt something prick her skin. A needle. There was a brief pinch of pain as the contents were injected but her head almost instantly steadied itself, her eyes stopped spinning and she felt a little bit of clarity return to her mind.

"There. Does that feel better?" The stranger asked, and Madeline opened her eyes. It was still bright but not quite so garish, and she could see clearly. She tried to command her arms and legs to move but they did not obey. She turned her head to see the stranger who was dressed in a white lab coat with a white mask and safety glasses. It almost looked like the gear you would wear when dealing with chemicals, not quite a full on hazmat suit but close.

"A-A l-little." Madeline stuttered, her voice hoarse and strange to her ears. She felt as if she hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Glad to hear it. Within a few weeks you should be back to your old self again." The stranger said as he inspected the vitals.

"W-What happened." Madeline asked, forcing herself to speak sense and not stutter like a fool. "What happened!" She felt the crazy start to bubble inside her again but forced it down.

No Madeline, you aren't allowed to go mad. Not yet. You have to figure out what is going on first.

"What happened!" She snapped again, staring at the stranger who looked at her with a pitiful expression.

"You poor thing." He cooed, his eyebrows furrowed with despair. "Wrenched back from the grave against your will. Tossed into a world of confusion. Alas, I cannot give you the answers you seek.

"WHY NOT!" Madeline screeched, tears streaming from her eyes. He couldn't tell her this. She needed to know. She had a right to know.

"Don't worry my dear. All will be revealed soon. I promise." The stranger explained as nicely as he could, but he might as well have been spitting the words the way Madeline took it. She tried to lift her arms to thrash about, to get up and kill the bastard for not answering her questions but she could do little more than scream. So she did.

"Calm down my dear. Please." The stranger begged as he watched the vitals spike on the monitor, and the heart rate begin to beep incessantly. Madeline didn't listen, she just screamed and thrashed her head from side to side for it was all she could manage. She wanted answers, she wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to get out of there. She wanted to see Waylon again, hit him for killing her and then kiss him for being oh so adorable as she died in his arms. Where was he? How long had she been out? Was he even still alive?

"Put her under doctor." Another stranger's voice announced, coming from a speaker somewhere in the room. It was a woman's voice, an older woman but a powerful one.

"But mama..."

"Put her under." The voice ordered again, and the stranger reached for a syringe sitting on a silver table near the vitals.

Madeline tried to protest against this, and prayed for her arms to move so she could smack the needle out of the stranger's hand but to no avail. The needle went in and soon the contents made Madeline's head feel vague and fuzzy. Her strength escaped her and she couldn't keep her eyes open.

"I am terribly sorry my dear, but you are far too valuable for me to let you hurt yourself and..."

The stranger's voice trailed off Madeline slipped into unconsciousness, and once more she felt like she had been abruptly switched off.

"Nice work Croc." Harvey Dent applauded, clapping obnoxiously as Waylon tossed the whimpering government official at the mobsters feet. He growled with indifference and stalked around to the corner of the room to sit and snarl at anyone and everyone who looked his way.

"You should count yourself lucky." Twoface began, switching from the calm an rational lawyer to the psychopath super criminal as he peered down at the terrified official who had wet his pants on the way back from his office. "He ate the last guy before bringing him to me. Hard to get information out of a corpse." The official whimpered and curled up into a ball, hands on his head.

"P-Please don't kill me!" He begged, sounding like a pathetic child. "I'll tell you what you want! I swear!"

"Vern, come on now." Harvey grumbled, dragging the whimpering mess to his feet. "Show a little self respect."

Waylon decided he was bored and turned to leave. Twoface's schizophrenic personality switches were not as entertaining as they once used to be and were bordering on annoying. He wasn't smart enough or interested enough to keep up with them.

"Croc, you're leaving? I need you to make this guy squirm when he decides to withhold information." Twoface called, raising his fist to make the official flinch and drop to the ground before being scolded by Harvey for being so immature.

"Just yell." Waylon answered, squeezing through the narrow doorway and out onto into the night air. It was a horrible night, the sky stained with the amber glow of city lights and not a star to be seen. Even the moon was barely visible. It might as well have been day time, and Waylon hated the light.

It had been five years since Batman's death, and Gotham had returned to the hands of the criminals. All of the villains Batman had locked up on his last night, all the scum bags and evil doers, every Twoface, Penguin, and Harley Quinn he had thrown behind bars once and for all, had escaped and resumed their roles in Gotham unopposed. Nightwing and Robin had tried their best of course to re-capture the escapees, and Robin had even succeeded in re-capturing Twoface. But once again, despite the walls and restraints and the inability to use the death penalty, he and everyone else had escaped again. Waylon hadn't been captured since his escape from Arkham four years ago, back when...

Waylon felt his stomach growl and he glanced around for something to eat. Alas, there was no poor soul or unfortunate rat nearby to quench his hunger, and since Twoface had his interrogation well underway, he wasn't getting paid until he was finished. He slumped down on the ground and stared at the empty sky. Gotham sure had changed a lot. It was easier to get around now since the city was practically run by the criminals, and he had a steady flow of jobs capturing politicians, moving heavily artillery, destroying stuff, life was good. Well, an outsider would have thought that was good, but honestly it was more of a nuisance for Waylon. He wanted to be left alone but people kept hiring him and he had no choice but to say yes. If the big bad crocodile of Gotham stopped being a contributing member of criminal society then he became a threat or at the very least a commodity. And if he wasn't useful to the criminals in Gotham, then there was a good chance he'd end up getting sold to the highest government organisation wanting to create super soldiers again. The last thing he wanted was to get locked up and subjected to experiments and tests all over again. Then again, some days he felt like the last thing he wanted to do was exist.

The past few years had been somewhat of a blur. Each job he did, each pay he took, each person he devoured in primal rage, and every waking moment of self isolation just seemed to blur together. The four years since... well, everything just felt like it had happened over a few weeks instead of a few years, and it could have been only yesterday when...

"Excuse me?" One of Twoface's thugs asked very politely. The interruption snapped Waylon out of his relatively calm train of thought and back into his usual angry, savage domineer. He growled at the interruption and made the thug stagger back a little out of striking range. Not that it would do him much luck, everything was in Waylon's striking range.

"Twoface needs you for some intimidation tactics." The thug explained rather timidly. He was a tall thug, very board shoulders and covered with tattoos, but all of that didn't stop him pissing himself out of fear from Waylon.

Begrudgingly Waylon got to his feet and stalked back into the warehouse where the poor government official was crouched on the floor with a bloody nose and Twoface... no, Harvey, standing before him rolling down his sleeves after the supposed beating.

"He doesn't seem to have anything left to tell me." Harvey said, and the official began to whimper.

"I don't know anything else, I promise!" He pleaded, but Waylon knew what Twoface's game was so he grabbed the official by the leg, dragged him across the floor towards him and then yanked him up into the air. He dangled the squirming man above his head and opened his jaws wide, slowly lowing the official down into his jaws. The government official screamed and tried to get free but he could do little more than stare in horror as the mouth of jaws drew closer and closer. Rancid breath hot on his skin and saliva dripping like acid. The fact that Waylon was hungry didn't really help with the little facade though, he did really want to eat this guy.

"Such a shame you don't know anything else." Harvey said as he turned his back to walk away, signalling for his men to follow so the official really thought he was being left to be devoured by the giant crocodile.

"Wait, I know something else! Please don't go! I'll tell you!" The official screamed but Waylon didn't stop the slow decent. Partly to instil a bit more panic into the official but also because he really wanted to eat him. Harvey stopped in his tracts and slowly turned around, Twoface smiling from ear to mangled ear on his face.

"Alright then, let's see what else you have for me?" He sneered, stalking forward and signalling for Waylon to put the official down. Waylon begrudgingly obeyed and dropped the government official. It was quite a drop so the man grunted when he hit the ground but dared not protest against the mistreatment.

"The city is almost broke!" The official blurted, certainly grabbing Twoface's attention. "A large sum of money was taken out of the funs but I don't know by who or for what!" Twoface groaned at the vague description and turned to leave again. Waylon was very hungry at this point so he did very nearly eat the official. Sadly, the official blurted out some more before he got the chance to do so.

"It wasn't anyone within the city council. It was someone above us, maybe even above the government itself!" The official blurted again, and this time Twoface had enough to be satisfied with keeping the whimpering man alive. He gestured for Waylon to back off, and again, begrudgingly, he obeyed. When had he become such an obedient lap dog. Oh yeah, when he got paid to do it.

"Higher than the government you say?" Twoface queried, squatting down so he was at the same level as the official. "Who could that be?"

"I don't know who it was, but the only thing those types of people do with mass sums of money is fund illegal things. A bit like the people Hugo Strange was working for in Arkham City."

"Hmm." Twoface pondered, trying to decide the fate of this quivering man. He made a good show of acting like the decision was a really tough one, forcing the official to literally pray for his life.

In good old Twoface fashion, Twoface produced a coin, one side clean as a whistle and the other scared and burnt just like him. He whistled a tune as he rested the coin on his thumb and flicked it into the air. The sound of the coin was one that many in Gotham dreaded hearing. It was the sound of both life and death. The sound of your life hanging in the balance. Twoface caught the coin mid air and slapped it down onto the back of his hand. He very slowly revealed the coin, as if he were undressing a sexy woman or something, and the expression on his face certainly matched up with that as well. He smirked when the coin was revealed to him and put it in his pocket before anyone else could see it.

"Alright Vern. You are free to go." Harvey said cheerfully, and two thugs dragged the official to his feet. Waylon was fairly certain with those prayers answered the official would go back to his corrupt, money laundering ways. As they took the official out of the warehouse to put him in a car and take him home, Waylon could have sworn he heard the official curse him under his breath. He was a little paranoid about such things however, so he did his best to brush it off as his mind playing tricks on him.

"Thank you for your services today Croc." Harvey said with a gleaming smile, on half of his face at least. "Shall I forward your payment to the usual accounts?" Waylon grunted in agreement and turned to leave. He had no use for money, but he did know several other people who did. One account belonged to a kidnapping organisation who were very good at catching their targets. Waylon paid them to bring him breakfast, lunch, and dinner from all over Gotham since his hunting grounds were getting increasingly more infested with thugs and certain super criminals would be less than happy if he started eating their men. The other account belonged to a nineteen year old boy who lived somewhere down south, where exactly Waylon didn't know. The last few were the accounts of several people who knew about Waylon's location and needed to be bribed to stay quiet, as well as a few other small time merchants who supplied Waylon with the odd items from time to time like furniture and alcohol. It would have been easier to just kill the people who knew about his location and steal the stuff he wanted but who would have thought a city without Batman would be harder to be a criminal. Well, a reptilian criminal at least.

Twoface's chosen warehouse wasn't far from Waylon's hideout so he didn't have to go very far. He had taken up residence in the Miagani Island lighthouse, a small space set away from the city on a protruding bit of land that had half fallen into the river. It was just far enough away from the city for people not to bother him, but close enough for him to get from the lighthouse to a sewer entrance without being spotted. As he squeezed through the door, the metal around the frame already bent to make it big enough for his hulking frame, he cast his eyes on the mess that he called home.

The floor was littered in bones, some of which he had shoved into a large pile in the corner, but most were on the floor. There were old lobster traps and grates, fishing nets and hooks, an anchor hanging on the wall for decoration. Waylon had hauled in some lockers, a fridge and a generator so he could keep a few items away from the mess of bones and so he could have cold beers for a change. He checked the fridge but then remembered he'd drank the last of them the night before. A little irritated at the lack of alcohol he slumped down in the middle of the lighthouse on the three mattresses he used as a bed and stared into nothingness.

He was all alone at last, finally, some solitude. It was kind of funny that he craved isolation so often considering he used to loath the solitary confinement in Arkham Asylum. Perhaps it was because his solitary confinement was a little more... no it was definitely worse than Arkham. At least he had the option to leave, not that he ever wanted to. There wasn't really any reason to bother leaving the lighthouse, and if it wasn't for work he would most likely never leave. The prospect of just staying inside and starving to death had crossed his mind, but his Killer Croc side always forced him outside within twenty four hours. Suicide wasn't an option either, Killer Croc was very adamant on staying alive. Waylon didn't see any point in it, he was alone and miserable and hated himself. Content that his thoughts and surroundings couldn't make him any more depressed Waylon lay down and shut his eyes tight, but it wasn't like sleep would let him escape his misery.

Madeline is alive and in some strange lab or hospital or something with mysterious people. So much mystery, and how can our even more devolved Waylon solve such mysteries to get back to her. He is still living with the guilt of killing her in the first place and can't even bring himself to say or think her name. Keep an eye out for updates and please leave a review.