Beauty and the Crocodile

by Toothless1997

He was running. Running for his life, his freedom, his sanity. Who is this girl that helps him? What does this mean for him? Innuendos, flirtations, and smart aleck remarks galore. If you want a laugh, read it. But be warned: there are some LEMONS. If you don't like, then don't read. But if you're ok with it, have fun! Constructive critiques are welcome, flames are not.

1. Prologue: Help

He was running. Running for his life, his freedom, his sanity. If they catch him, they'll lock him up and experiment on him again. They never saw him as a Human. They always saw him as a monster. But then again, he wasn't exactly human. Only partially human. His other part was beast; bloodthirsty, cold blooded, killing, and mindless beast. He wasn't natural, and he knew it. That's why they were after him, and tested on him. Why should they care about a monster's feelings? Why should they see him as human? Why should they care that their experiments were slowly taking away what little sanity he had left? A tranq landed in the wall, just barely missing his arm. He ran faster, dipping into the shadows for cover. I have to get to the sewers. It's the only place where Humans can't find me. He smiled as he thought of ways to lose his pursuers and have them running around uselessly in circles. He found a huge sewer pipe, and looked quickly behind himself before he jumped down it. Now in the sewers, he felt safer and much more confident. He realized that he was close to where he had been planning on losing them. "Crocky? Where are you, Crocky my boy? Come out, come out, wherever you are!" sang a familiar voice. S***! How'd he find me here!? D*** that clown! One day I'm gonna… He heard a footstep, and it was close. Then a Joker goon came from around the corner with a baseball bat. He saw the Beast and called, "Hey! He's over here! He's over here!" The Beast knew that he was in no condition to fight, so he ran, praying that he would get away.

She was walking up the street, carrying groceries, and humming a song that had been stuck in her head. She put the groceries in the back seat of her car, and shut the doors. Right as she was getting into the driver's seat, she heard a groan. She stopped, then closed the door as she walked toward the source. The source was in a dark alleyway full of trash; there were little piles here and there. And at the dead end was a huge pile of refuse, and it moved as it groaned again. She curiously and cautiously ventured closer to the pile. And then she saw him. She gasped.