Author's Note, IMPORTANT!: Hi fellow Batman fan and Fanfiction-uh-ers. Lol. My name is Madison, an author here on Fanfiction. I wrote this story: Love's a Croc. I re-edited all the chapters. It's written in third-person now and will soon be updated, probably tonight. Soon I will move it to the Batman: Arkham Asylum category because this story is set just after Batman: Arkham Origins the video game. And will explain his nature in Batman: Arkham Asylum and his cameo in Batman: Arkham City. (Not all stories have happy endings. Interpret that any way you want. I'll explain, no you'll just see why in future chapters) I promise I will update soon though. I never give up on a story once I've started it unless I truly feel It's crap. Lol. But this one I feel has promise. Besides I have grown as a writer since I made that story and am now re-editing it to make it better. I hope you like the 'new' version and I hope you re-read it. And I will soon re-edit it again by making the chapters longer and way more in depth. Thank you again. ~Madison. :) 3
Author's Note, Even more IMPORTANT!: I'm adding multiple chapters like...if someone wanted to pick Kat's route throughout the story. You'd be able to put on her heels for just a little while and pick her choices. Ex: You get an option A. or B. Explaining two routes (Decisions) she could/should take. You pick one. And each route has a letter beside it (A. or B.) And depending on which one you pick, you go to that certain chapter and it will continue the story depending on which decision you took. (There are no wrong answers, better one's in some person's POV, yes, but no wrong answers.) And you can also do the same for Croc. You even get to put on his chains for a while and are able to delve into his mind to see what he'd (You'd) like to do. (Tell me how ya feel about this!)
Love's a Croc: Chapter 1:
The doctor's velvety voice rung out through the room as she held out her light brown hand. "You must be Ms. Yekaterina Lyubov. The Russian Crocodile Behaviorist."
The said Yekaterina Lyubov shook the woman's hand, smiling warmly as she gazed at the older woman, mentally guessing just what type of person she was. From the woman's voice, posture, and overall appearance, Kat guessed she was a genuinely nice person, so she smiled again and parted her lips to reply. "Yes. Nice to meet you."
"It's good to have you here, Ms. Yekaterina. I wasn't sure you would show." The woman told her with a chuckle.
Kat nodded, her pearly whites flashing in the low light as they moved through the halls. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. And you can call me Katerina for short."
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
Kat nodded and the woman known simply as Dr. Leland led her to her office and offered her a seat. Kat sat in the comfortable brown leather chair, her back sinking into the cushion. She noticed that everything there had a good aura about it. A nice environment, polite doctors, It was good for patients in a mental asylum to feel safe. Overall she was impressed with this facility.
Dr. Leland took a seat, clasping her hands together as she leant forward. "I hired you for a reason, Katerina. You are very popular in Russia, yes?"
Kat nodded, not really knowing how to reply. "Um. Yes, I suppose so."
The doctor smiled with a light giggle. "The famous crocodile whisperer."
"Is that what they call me?" Yekaterina chuckled. "I guess If the shoe fits, wear it."
Joan smiled and nodded slightly with a wave of her hand towards her office window. "Yes. Well. At least down here in Gotham that's what they call you."
Kat nodded again. "Well. I'm honored to be here, especially in a famous asylum like this one."
The older doctor laughed. "Ah, well. This may be a famous asylum, but it is the real thing. Doctors get killed here everyday."
Katerina raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow in concern. "Don't you have good security?"
Joan nodded with a frown. "Yes. Yes we do. It's just the dangerous patients are well...Just that, they're dangerous. You mustn't forget that."
"I see...I won't. I can promise you that."
Katerina looked around once more, pictures of Dr. Leland and her beautiful family were on her desk and shelves. It must be nice to be happily married with children of your own. Yekaterina looked back up again, meeting the woman's gaze.
"I understand I'm suppose to start working with Waylon Jones today?"
Joan's face turned stern as if she thought Kat was getting cold feet. "Yes you are. That is, if it isn't a problem."
"No! No. It's not a problem at all." She reassured Joan. "I would love to start working with him as soon as possible."
She smiled again, relieved. "I wish the rest of the doctors here felt the same as you. Unfortunately they don't. It's hard enough getting them to start one session a week then the required five."
"Well I like my work. I enjoy it very much. This is a big step in my career. I'm happy to help you and the patient however I can."
"Good, good. Now as you know you are suppose to be his caretaker."
"Yes. I know."
"And if you like you can do sessions with him. Now, I know you're not a Psychologist or a Psychiatrist, but I think you could really help Waylon. Your profile is magnificent. I can't wait to see what you think of him, and what he thinks of you."
"Well, I can't wait either."
Joan shook the young woman's hand again and led her to the patient's cell. Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc.
They peered through the holding cell's bars at the man sitting on the rusty cot. "Waylon? I brought someone very special to see you."
He peered up, his yellow eyes glaring as he sniffed the air. "Is it food?"
She shook her head, arms crossed. "No."
He sighed in annoyance. "Then I don't want to see it."
"She's not an 'it'. Her name is Yekaterina Lyubov. She is an expert crocodile behaviorist from Russia."
Waylon shrugged with a low growl. "And?"
"She is your new caretaker."
He chuckled evilly, glaring at the two of them as he licked his chops. "Well goodie for me, I get a new doc to snack on."
Dr. Leland rolled her eyes with a loud sigh. "You always say that, Waylon, but do you really feel that way?"
"Of course I do." He said it as if he had been insulted. "I'm hungry. Now hand the bitch over so I can snack on her. And after I'm done I'll use her bones as toothpicks." He chuckled again, the deep gruff sound chilled Yekaterina to the core.
Dr. Leland lightly clasped a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. He always says that."
Kat nodded. But couldn't help the feeling of nervousness that crept through her tense body.
Joan turned to her as if nothing was wrong, like the threat had never happened. "Would you like to have a session with him now?" She asked merrily.
"I, um, sure." Kat nodded, unable to say no.
"Ok. Great. Follow me."
Kat nodded following the woman as she took her arm and led the way to a a new special therapy room.
"This is the room we use for his therapy sessions. It's specially made for him. That way you're always safe."
Kat gaped in awe at the security the room held. "It's pretty impressive."
"Yes it is." Joan said with pride as she glanced at a nearby plaque on the wall outside the door of the therapy room. Engraved it it was a name anyone would recognize. "It took a lot of time and money." She continued. "Thankfully the famous, and very generous, Bruce Wayne donated a large sum of cash to help."
"Wow. That was very nice of him."
Joan smiled, as she thought of the handsome billionaire."He's the largest donator we have here. Very nice man if I may say. Wouldn't mind a piece of him."
Kat chuckled. (She didn't really know who Bruce Wayne was. All she knew was that he was Gotham City's most richest and handsomest bachelor.)
"Ok." Dr. Leland sighed. "You wait here. Officer Aaron Cash is on his way. Good luck."
"Thanks. I'll need it."
Kat gulped as Joan left, thinking nervously to herself. It's ok Katerina. You are smart. You are brave. Everything will be just fine. Just then Officer Aaron Cash walked through the door. He looked at Kat and waved as another officer entered with him from behind.
"I-Is he here yet?" The second officer asked with a tremble in his voice, looking around as if something was going to pop out of the shadows.
Officer Cash raised his black eyebrows and scoffed. "He? You're kidding me, right? That thing's not a man."
Just then two large, burly guards entered the room, and so did the famous Killer Croc.
"My god!" The smaller officer had obviously never seen Waylon before. He had a look of pure shock and horror upon his face. He clenched his legs together as he gulped, his bladder threatening to betray him.
Kat had to admit, she was scared to. He was a lot bigger then what she had seen back at the holding cell. Even less human now up close. But she ignored her fear, and introduced herself properly.
"Hello. My name is Ms. Yekaterina Lyubov. The Expert Russian Crocodile Behaviorist, and your new official caretaker. Do you uh, um...understand me?"
He snarled, nostrils flaring. "Yeah, I hear you bitch... So, when's dinner? I'm getting hungry."
Yekaterina gulped even louder. He had recently killed, well, more like slaughtered several people back at some house and Dr. Leland wanted her of all people to find out why he did it. The Gotham City Police had given her the gory details yesterday. His case was some piece of work.
He smiled, his sharp teeth gleaming as he seemingly read her mind. "So is this the part where you try and reason with me? Find out why I did it?"
"I-I'm here to help you, Mr. Jones." She stammered as she fidgeted her small hands together.
He rolled his large yellow eyes, his pupils contracting into thin slits as he looked over at her. "You got a cure for me then? Can you make me... normal?"
She thought about that for a moment. She didn't want to offend him and she definitely didn't want to make him angry. "Um...Normal is a poor choice of words. No one is really normal, are they?"
He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes again. "Figured as much. So how about this? You let me go now-" He looked back over at her, leaning forward as far as his restraints would go. "-And I won't eat you."
She gulped. He doesn't really...Eat people, does he?
She found her voice, although shaky, and replied. "Y-you don't really eat people. It's just an urban myth."
"You think?" He laughed, clenching his fists, his long, sharp, black claws not going unnoticed by the young woman in front of him. "Keep believing that, lady."
"Please call me Katerina." She told him, not liking the way he addressed her.
He shrugged. "Fine. But I won't be calling you that long." He chuckled again, licking his lips.
He suddenly and quickly got up, broke through his restraints, and ran at her full speed. Kat threw up her hands in a weak attempt to protect herself. But heard him scream. She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. His shock collar was electrocuting him. Cash had saved her.
"Sit down and shut up!" The Guard screamed, pointing the the large chair where Waylon had been sitting.
"You think I'm scared of you, Cash?" The crocodile man screamed. "I've got your scent. You're..."
Aaron interrupted him, electrocuting him again with a chuckle. "Yeah? And I've got yours too. N'ya know what? It stinks. Carry on, Katerina."
She sighed. "Please don't do that again, Mr. Cash. It's not helping. And the only one time was necessary. I'm sorry about the collar, Waylon. but what can we do if you insist on eating me?"
"Strap on whatever you like, Doc. This thing just tickles. I'm happy to wait here. Wait for the Bat. He'll be back and I'll kill him. Then Cash." He leant forward. "Then you."
The said Officer Cash scoffed, rolling his eyes. "In your dreams. Now sit back down, now!"
Croc obeyed, growling in annoyance.
After a minute or two of silence Kat tried to continue their conversation. "So um, Waylon...What happened back in that house?"
He shrugged his large, scaly shoulders with a sniff. "Just business."
She was taken back, angry. "Business? What kind of business practices result in a house full of mutilated corpses?"
He sighed like the answer was simple. "I don't like having my time wasted. Someone doesn't pay, they need a lesson. They owed me."
"So you killed them?! Tore up their bodies. The police never found all the pieces!"
"Heh! They should have looked in the sewers."
She raised a blonde eyebrow in surprise. "Are you saying you hid them there?"
"After a while. Usually takes about 8 hours." He chuckled darkly as he licked his green lips, his blue, forked tongue slithering up and over his cheek and nose, then back down to his chin, disappearing once more inside his mouth making Kat shiver.
Common crocodile behavior, hide the bodies and leave them to 'ripen' for about 8 hours before eating them.
Cash electrocuted him again. She hadn't noticed but their time was up.
"Time to go, Croc." He yelled. "Get up!"
Waylon obeyed. And Kat sighed in relief as they all left the room.
This was going to be very difficult.
Throughout the day Katerina was to feed him, water him, attend to any wounds (Being a certified nurse and all.) And if he'd like, to keep him company. It was the end of the day and it was time for her to go home. She was tired and ready for some sleep. After a long ride she got home and sat all of her stuff down. She had just moved here to Gotham a month ago to get ready for the job. Katerina was born and raised in Russia but her fascination with crocodiles began when she was just seven years old. She had visited a special crocodile park and completely loved it. Instantly getting along and having an affinity with the large reptiles, she knew that somehow in the future she would have a career involving them. Katerina had moved and traveled all around the world to help capture and relocate crocodiles and alligators that have strayed off of their territory. She also tamed wild crocodiles for 'pets' and even helped pregnant ones give birth. She was known as Yekaterina Lyubov 'The Crocodile Tamer.' She loved her job and wouldn't change it for the world. Dr. Leland had hired her two months ago when they captured Waylon Jones after he murdered all of those people, mutilating them and apparently eating them once they were hidden in the sewers after a total of eight hours.
She cleaned herself up, tidied the house and hurriedly ate her dinner before taking a nice, long shower, falling asleep after watching the nature channel for a couple of hours but was woken up later by a terrified phone call from Dr. Leland.
"Mm...Hello...?" Kat mumbled lazily, blinking her blurry eyes.
"Katerina!?" Joan screamed from the other line. Kat instantly noticed that she sounded out of breath.
"Y-Yeah?" She stammered. "Dr. Leland? Is that you?"
"Killer Croc attempted to escape and killed several doctors and he bit off Officer Aaron Cash's hand. I need you to come over quick!"
Kat bolted upwards, eyes wide as her heart beat wildly against her chest. "What!? Really!? I-I'm on my way."
She hung up and drove back over to Arkham Asylum. All the while thinking to herself worriedly. Was he ok!? Was he dead!? When she got to Arkham there wasn't much she could do to help so after she was done she reluctantly went back home. It was morning sooner then she would have liked and Kat went back to work. She had another session with Waylon.
She clicked the recorder, her hand shaking nervously. "Last night the patient was pacified after a break out attempt. Guard Aaron Cash is in the hospital. Reports state that the patient attacked Cash and in the struggle consumed his left hand. Cash is lucky to be alive. He lost a lot of blood."
"Me too, I nearly choked on that bony hand of his." Waylon made fake yet legitimate sounding gagging sounds, sticking his long tongue out as he mocked Cash.
"That's disgusting. He could have died."
"He's just food to me. And once I get a taste, I want the rest of the meal. You know what I mean?"
"Get him out of here, Now!" The Security guards screamed and began to drag Croc away.
Kat was terrified. And she'd never been terrified by a crocodile before. She didn't know what to do.
He managed to scream one last thing to her as he was dragged out of the room. "Got your scent too, Kat! I'll see you around. Tick tock, Tick tock."
They forced him out and Yekaterina got up, leaving to visit Officer Aaron Cash at the Gotham General Hospital. Hopefully that will ease her worries.