Yeah i know but this story was stuck in my head for a while after i watched Baby Doll and Killer Croc working together and then watching all three seasons of Gargoyles on YouTube, and then i saw the newer version of Killer Croc in the Batman: Arkham Asylum, so I thought "Hey! Why not?" and then I started to write this story. So please enjoy and review please!

'Past life, recorder'

'Present talking'

Chapter 1: Gotta Start Somewhere!

"My life in the begging was all too perfect..."

I started my story to the woman before me as she started to take notes and move the tape recorder closer to me.

"Before we go any further, why not start with your name dreary?"

"Okay, my name is Mary-Lou Griffin."

"That was wonderful, now please tell me what ethnicity back ground were you before you became so?"

"I'm half Irish and half Mexican-American."

The doctor perched her lips as she scribbled down some more notes before she looked back up again.

"Would you like another piece of meat my dear?"

"Yes please." I replied as a silver plate was handed to me.

After a while and being full for the time being, the doctor took back the plate and pick her pen back up and started again.

"So please continue from you first left off..."

"Well, my father was in second in chair at some CEO place and my mother was mostly a stay at home wife and mother but she had a little side job as an Avon sales woman, nothing big but it did make daddy happy.

"Then the day came when my father came home early and soon as he came, he left again. Back then I didn't know what the word 'divorce' meant because I was only seven at the time but I do know that my mom was crying a lot and I mean a lot!

"I remembered it was Friday that i remembered the weather man on the TV saying that a big storm was coming, so I got my bright pink rubber jacket amd matching umbrella and went to school that day. And since it did rain, we had to play inside for that day but a loud rapped knocking made everyone stop, as we ran back to our desks and started to draw on the papers.

"I watched with curious eyes as our teacher, Ms. Heart, came to me and asked me if I would please go with the principle...

"I didn't know what was going on but nodded my head and accepted my things from the teacher and followed him to his office, and thus, leaving me there with two women officers and my grandmother; who for some reason was crying."

Letting out a deep shaky sigh, i laid down on the leather couch, rubbing my eyes in a circular motion.

"Do you wish to stop now?"

A low but very deep growl came from the other side of the door, which made me laugh for a moment before i returned the growl but in a soother tone.

And then it wa quite all over agian. I smiled agian I looked over to see the doctor making trying motions on her index finger, then at me and then at the person at the other side of the door and tying motions once again.

My laughter came out raspier then usual but what she doing was so true!

After a while of giggles and laugter, things became serious. I then took a deep breath in and started to think back again.

"Well you can guess what happened to mommy dearest..."

The doctor nodded again as she took a sip of her water.

"My Grammy did try her best to keep up with me and give me the things I needed or wanted, but i knew that deep in the back of my mind that after her losing Grandpa, her heart was never the same. And three nights before my 11th birthday, she took her last breath and went to meet her family above. And then my life truned arond as the foster agency started to put me in different homes and finally, I got fed up and ran away."

"And how old were you then?"

"I was 17 going on 18 in two weeks."

"And where was the time in your life when it changed?"

"Now that is another time for another day and if you don't mind, my mate is not the worlds most patient person or animal on this planet."

I sat up and streatched when I heard the small audible 'click' and i started to head for the door.

"I understand but I want you to eat more liver so you can get more iron, so the ba..."

My hand shot up to cover her mouth and used the index finger of my other hand to show her to keep quite.

Fear entered my senses but I ignored it as I mouthed to her not 'to say anything!'

And after making two appointments, one for myself with Dr. Mazda and the other for the baby. I opened the door that closed my past life and lead me to another world and into the stong arms of my mate.

It was short lived though, as he pulled away and roughly grabbed my upper arm and dragged me into the waters and heading strait home.

With his grip loosing up, I swam up faster so I can get near him and slip my hand around his arm, while the other was absently rubbing my lower stomach.

This is my life, life as a freak, a monster and the mate who is now deeply part of my life, Waylon Jones. Well now, he is more famious for his alter ego name, Killer Croc.

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