A Smile for a Crocodile

What if Bruce Wayne donated to an orphanage and when he did he adopted a little girl? One who also lost both her parents to a mugger same as him? And what if that girl got lost in Croc's lair when a prison escaped his cell in Arkham?

I have an idea to continue this story if people enjoy it. Even just one, review if you do that way I know to continue. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my oc and this idea.

The asylum was always dark and dismal, even on the few days when Gotham was sunny. It was a particularly dreary day, storming and cold wind causing wild, flaming curls to billow around a young girl who was cute in every sense of the word with freckles across her cheeks and bridge of her nose which were accentuated by the pale skin of the child who had purple eyes that showed intelligence and creativity.

The outfit she wore was simple, a black coat over a black Everglades shirt with jeans and little green shoes with a tiny green ribbon tied around her head like a headband.

Her name was Angel Wayne, the adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne whose hand she was holding right now.

Both the Waynes were here because he had promised to spend time with her today and forgot he had a meeting with Warden Sharp. "Remember Angel, stay alert and don't trust any of the prisoners. They're dangerous." Bruce said as they were lead through the main building which housed lackeys and the front office. "Yes, sir." the small human replied to her father, he may not be related by blood but to the young child this intimidating man as her dad. The girl was very easy to spot with her wild mane of flames and bright green shoes.

"I'm leaving you with Cash for a little bit as I talk to Sharp, do not leave his side unless he tells you to." the stern billionaire orders as he hands his litttle girl to the hook on the officer's hand.

"Hi, I'm Angel!" she says to the dark skinned man excitedly as he walks off, planning on keeping the little rugrat in his office till her daddy was done.

"I'm Cash." he replied and patted her hair. "So why don't you have two hands?" Angel questioned innocently as she gazed up at him while walking with the tall man.

"A monster ate it." the officer replied as they got to the elevator that took them down to his office, praying that Croc would stay passive for the time being as they waited a couple minutes to get to the floor where he was stationed. When the duo stepped out of the elevator the alarms started blaring as the radio on Aaron's hip came to life "Cash we need your help to detain Zsasz!" is all that came over the radio before the line went dead.

"Angel run and do not stop." he says without thinking before taking off up the emergency elevator.

The child did as told and ran as fast as she could, winding up lost soon. The small person looked around and decided to crawl through a semi-open vent, the gate of which looked like it had been crushed inward. Angel finally found where the vent lead to, a couple foot drop onto some crates on a ledge above murky green water.

Shimming her way out of the tiny ventilation shaft onto the crates was easy and Angel made her way to stand on the ledge, the little female not noticing the water bubbling close by.

"Tick, tock." a deep, growling voice said and she turned around to see a giant of a man with a crocodilian head, covered in dark green scale and a tail swishing behind him, the tip dragging along the top of the water. The male had large clawed hands and feet while his mouth was filled with big, sharp teeth. "Are you a dragon?" Angel asked cutely, innocently without any fear which confused the abnormal adult.

"Ain'cha scared little girl?" Croc asked his in human jaw causing his cajun accent to become monstrous.

"No. Why would I be? Dragons are friendly." Angel stated and whimpered in fear when gunshots were heard further away. "You're lucky I don' eat youngins." he stated and grabbed her, taking her deeper into his lair and placing her in an alcove in the wall.

"Stay here and stay quiet. No one's gettin back here." he said before placing a couch in his home in front of the hole then slipping into the water and waiting.

The sewer door opened soon and both the inhabitants heard two men talking to each other, inmates.

"Dude this is stupid, you seriously think that the Wayne kid would be down here? And even if she had come down here she's probably croc food now, like we're about to be." the taller of the two hissed.

"I heard that monster doesn't actually eat people. It's just a myth." replied the short, rotund man replied with a chuckle.

"Nah you're too tough right after death. Takes bout eight hours 'fore you're tender." the crocodilian-man growled before tearing into the men, the sewer water running red with the men's blood.

A few hours later Cash and Bruce came into the cell to find Angel sitting in Croc's lap, sleeping peacefully as the beastly male had an arm wrapped around her protectively as the other rested on his knee. "Let 'er go freak!" Cash yelled as he aimed his gun at the man, not noticing that the little redhead had woken up. "Don't hurt the dragon!" the small girl shrieked, causing Croc to cover his ears due to his sensitive hearing.

"Ms. Wayne get away from that monster." Cash replied which only got him a glare from the child.

"No, the dragon is not a monster." Angel said stubbornly which brought a chuckle from her temporary caretaker.

"Go on small one. I'll see ya again someday." Waylon said and patted the girl's wild curls gently. " you promise?" she asked and he nodded "I promise, I've got your scent." he said. "Be safe." she told him and hugged him as best she could before running over the her daddy.

"Angel I told you not to trust any of the prisoners here." Bruce chided his little girl, his blood pumping out of how much fear he felt when he heard she had gotten into that animal's lair. "But daddy the dragon is nice. He protected me." the young Wayne protested. "He eats people and hates all humans." the billionaire stated with a huff. At this the little girl named Angel looked out the window of the car, thinking about her dragon.

As Waylon Jones sat in his sewers, munching on shorty's arm, his thoughts wandered to the child of Bruce Wayne. 'She was too young to even visit this place.' the cannibal thought to himself and growled, hating her father for risking her safety like that. He looked around the alcove he was sitting in and smiled as he noticed she left a tiny green ribbon behind which he picked up and sniffed.

"I've got you're sent mon petit Ange." he breathed with a grin, finally having something to look forward to after he broke out of prison again.

Remember I will continue if people like it, even just one person.

"Mon petit ange" translates to "My little angel" in French, which I decided to use because Croc is cajun.

Ok so it wouldn't save any edits to chapter one so I reuploaded it with the changes and chapter 2 should be out soon.