Alright this is the second chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to my previous readers and it will be a bit before meeting Alice.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Angel and the idea. All DC characters belong to DC. Francine Steele and Thomas Stone belong to Entity of Darkness.
Being locked in Arkham wasn't so bad after Croc had met Angel Wayne, the guards were less trigger happy with his over sized shock collar and he had a bit more food than what they usually gave him.
"Yo monster, you got mail!" Cash yelled through the door before opening the door and throwing a letter in.
Once the door closed he grabbed the envelope and chuckled a little as he read who it was to, instead of Waylon Jones or Killer Croc it said Dragon. The criminal smiled and opened the envelope as carefully as he could with one of his claws.
He chuckled as he saw the letter, it was written in colored pencil and said 'Hi dragon! I hope you're being taken care of. When you get out of the dungeon lets have a picnic.' . This made him grin.
Soon it became routine, once a week he would receive a letter from Angel and it would wish him well with an innocent request at the bottom.
One week that letter was much darker.
That letter made his cold blood boil with rage.
"Arkham Asylum had an escape earlier this week and still no sign of the criminals. The most dangerous of which is Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc…" Bruce sighs as he watches the morning news. He's worried Angel will wind up in the clutches of 'her dragon'.
He drowned out the news until he heard something that chilled him to the core.
"We just got an urgent update, Killer Croc and a few members of Penguin's gang are robbing the bank. And inside the bank is a group of children from Gotham City Private Elementary who were touring there today."
Batman was not in control as he sprinted to the Bat Cave.
It was not Batman putting on the suit and hurrying to the bank.
It was all a father desperate to save his baby girl.
Fear was almost all Waylon could smell as he entered the bank. Fear and the unmistakable scent of Angel Wayne
He quickly made his way to the lobby where the hostages were being held. Jett, the lackey right under Croc on this mission, looked at his buddy David. "Where is he going? He's supposed to be in charge." Jett asked quietly. "Does it matter? Do you want to go ask the 10 foot tall, man-eating, armor coated crocodile where he's going?" David hissed back at Jett quietly who just shook his head.
The first thing he saw when he entered the lobby was his Angel's mop of curly red hair. He quickly walked over and picked her up.
"Angel, what're ya doin 'ere?" he asked gently, glaring at the lackeys holding down the lobby.
"A field trip." the redhead said gently as she clung to him.
His pupils turned to slits as he remembered her letter. "Who made fun of you?"
"It's.. It's not important.." the small child said quietly as she looked at the ground. Her reluctance made the large crocodilian male growl low in his throat.
"It is ta me, I jus' wan' talk ta 'im." he said softly. The others in the lobby looked on, confused by the interaction between the two. This creature was being so kind to, what they think is, an unknown child.
"Okay." she replies then points the kid out, he was a bit taller than the others with dark hair and pale skin. His bright green eyes were filled with terror as Croc made his way over to the small boy.
Kneeling he picked the kid up and set him on his feet easily. "So yer Thomas? Heard ya been pickin' on Angel." the kid nods a little before screaming in terror as he's pinned to the floor.
"Make her cry again and you'll regret it." Croc growled before standing to go check on the men in the vault. When they got there the goons in there were knocked out. He held Angel close as he went and growling as he caught the scent of Batman.
"Dragon, what's wrong?" Angel asked softly as she looked about, violet eyes starting to fill with fear and worry. Her tiny hand curled into a fist to keep it from shaking. "Do you think you can do something for me mon Ange?" Waylon asked softly which earned him a nod.
"I want you to hide under that desk alright?" he asked, pointing to a large, heavy looking desk that could probably withstand a decent amount of damage from a normal human. She frowned as he set her down. "Are you going back to the dungeon?" she asked sadly and he nodded.
"I'll get out again soon." he said as he patted her curls.
"I hope you do." she tells him before hugging him and going to hide like he asked.
"Come on out Bat." Croc growled and turned around to see the caped crusader.
"Are you going to come willingly?" the spandex dressed male with a bat fetish asked.
"Yeah, I'll go quietly this time." Croc growled "But you have to make sure Angel Wayne gets back to her house safely." Batman nodded. Croc sighed before putting his hands behind his head then he made his way to his knees.
"Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc was apprehended today by Batman… And I'll have more on the story later on the 10 o'clock news."
"I can't believe you Angel! What if that monster had eaten you? Or held you for ransom against me? He can't be trusted." Bruce said, pacing in front of his daughter who sat in a dining chair. Her eyes narrowed in anger at her dad.
"He's protected me two times. Both times you weren't there! He's my dragon!" she screams before jumping off the chair and running to her room.
A young girl with vibrant green eyes, long, straight blood red hair with golden highlights in it sits next to Angel.
"The dragon seemed to really like you." the girl said quietly to Angel who was in the process of writing another, happy letter. "He saved me at Arkham Francine, he's really nice." Angel replies, looking at the other red head happily.
The next letter Waylon got was happy.
He liked it much better.
'Dear Dragon,
Thank you for saving me. I hope they're treating you nicely out there. I wish daddy trusted me about you. When you get out can we go swimming? I think swimming with you would be fun.
Love,
Angel.'
I am trying to get better at writing longer chapters. If any of you are wondering Angel is around six - eight years old.
Any ideas for the next chapter? They do not have to be in order.