Shekiah: So sorry about the long wait, dears! Life likes to put itself obnoxiously in my face... Anyways, this is a shortie but it leads into the next important chapter!

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They had finally gotten into the infirmary and out of range from the butler's protests that had put Killer Croc on his last nerve. The mutated criminal now sat on the cold tile floor since none of the metal tables could withstand his weight, glaring at the trembling nurse before him.

Every move she made was influenced with fear, it was so heavy in the air Croc could have sliced with his claws.

He snorted when she fumbled with the gauze for his side wound.

"Quit your shakin' like a leaf and help her." He nodded his head towards Katy on the bed beside him.

The nurse squeaked when Croc barked orders at her.

"Waylon, I'm okay. You're the one bleeding..." Katy's meek voice deflected.

Croc blinked. She was worried over a small scratch? Stupid girl. The Bat might've broken something and here she was, telling him to get attention first.

"Shut up. That's bullshit," He growled.

The woman was more than happy to attend to Katy first. She quickly skipped over and checked her face and torso for any cracks or fractures. Smiling, the nurse informed her,

"Everything feels as it should. You'll have some minor swelling and bruising but other than that, you're golden sweetheart." Katy muttered a polite thank you and dipped her head.

Trotting off to retrieve an ice pack and painkillers, Waylon and Katy were alone.

"I'm sorry," Without his enhanced hearing, Croc would've missed what she said.

"What the hell for?"

"I don't know. Everything?"

Before Waylon could begin to argue with her, another figure in a white coat stepped in. He caught the person's scent and curled his lips, showing off his sharp teeth more so.

There in the dimly lit room stood Dr. Strange.

"What the fuck do you want?" Croc hissed, uncomfortable by the doctor's calm demeanor.

"Just passing through. I wanted to check on the both of you." His voice was laced with serenity but neither were sure as to why. They never seen or heard of this man their entire stay at Arkham.

"I've never heard of you." Katy spoke up, her timidness gone completely. The odd man gave her a disturbing vibe.

"Ah, there is a simple answer to that. I am new, that's all." Hugo shrugged.

Fuckin' liar. Waylon's instincts screamed at him in warning that this human was no good. This Strange was not be trusted like the rest of humanity.

Then about Katy?

Croc froze as his mind whisper that ounce of doubt. In all his twenty-eight years on this Earth he never trusted a single person. Even when he had the circus, there was still distance. People just made a habit of not getting near him. Of course when they did, it always ended with death.

A sharp prick knocked him from his daze with a rumble. His yellow eyes glared down at the doctor who had removed a thick needle from his abdomen.

With a snarl, Croc lifted Hugo off the ground and slammed his against the wall, the tiles giving cracking where he landed. "What the fuck did you just inject me with?!"

"Waylon?" Katy was nearly on the verge of freight. Now these times, she hated. Darkness never gave her answers. She was always guessing.

"It's a mere higher dose of a pain reducer. Nothing more," Croc's fist tightened. What was the matter with this bald bastard? He was unnaturally calm in the face that was nothing but fangs. Waylon was slowly beginning to hate those blue glasses of his.

"May I be released?" Hugo lifted his gloved hands in peace.

Pacing to where Croc had his back to Katy in case this werido had any more needles hidden up his sleeve, he lit the doctor go. "Now, get your creepy ass out!" He seethed.

In mock surrender, Hugo Strange exited the room.

"You're in pain?" Katy questioned, shifting to jump off the bed.

Croc walked over and stroked the side of her face that wasn't battered. "Nah," She took his massive hand and cradled her head into it. His gesture was returned with a reassured smile.

His mind could go fuck itself. If there was one person that got a chance to be trusted; it was her.

"H-hands off please," The nurse had made a reappearance with Katy's supplies.

Killer Croc removed his hand and gave the woman a deadly sneer. He sick and tired of being interrupted!

The nurse's eyes darted between the two nervously before she made the swift decision to dart over to Katy. Asking her to hold out her hand, she placed two white pills in her palm. Waylon eyed the nurse suspiciously as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "The-they're just pain relievers, I swear."

"Better fucking be,"

The nurse then gave Katy some water to wash them down and informed her the pack lay next to her. Bidding them goodbye, she also said she would fetch Katy's visitors.

Once the door clicked shut, Waylon grumbled, "This place just keeps cock blockin' me."

Katy stifled a giggle with her water. "Still think I'm funny?" He asked, striding over to the door.

"Very much," He rolled his eyes as he shoved the desk against the entrance.

Katy jumped slightly at the loud bang. "What was that?"

Croc leered at her. "Just makin' sure we some privacy."

Katy flushed pink under his heated gaze. She shuffled and grabbed onto her thin sheet. "I must look terrible right now though."

Croc snorted. "You really wanna compare looks?"

She gave a him a saddened look. "I wish you'd stop beating yourself up."

He looked away, suddenly ashamed. "I ain't lyin'. I'm ugly."

"I don't believe so." She stated with hard determination.

He held back a hiss. "Less talkin'," The need to be close to her as possible suddenly rose in him like a gusher. A fire started in his belly and ignited in his veins. He even felt his pupils dilate as all his senses focused on her and her alone. Her scent, rain water with a splash berries made him growl in delight.

"C'mere," He rasped, taking hold of her arm. She sheepishly followed him. Croc braced his back against the wall and caged his little mouse between his thick legs. "You smell fucking mouth watering." He sniffed around her neck, biting gently here and here leaving behind peppered red marks.

Katy nearly swooned from the affections. Her knees buckled when Waylon smoothly raked his claws done her back to roughly grabbed her behind with his gigantic hand. He gently kneaded while he proceeded to travel downwards with his fangs. He licked his way to her breasts that were heaving with his every move. Carefully, he grazed his jagged teeth over her perking nipples. Every mewl or moan she made earned Katy a sharp bite which caused her legs to twitch.

Waylon smirked as she squirmed beneath his touch. He growled and bit one even harder while he thumbed the other. Katy gasped and bucked forward, her heat meeting his member. He snarled and abandoned her chest. Her whine was cut off midway as Waylon grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his massive erection. He hissed at Katy as he ground against her.

She tilt her head to the side and groaned. Straddling his hips now, she rubbed against Waylon each time their intimate regions met.

Waylon growled, the sound deep in his wide chest. He had to get closer!

Shoving her off, he leaned above her. Katy panted, looking up at him with glassy orbs. That look enough almost sent him over the edge. He tore off her pants and underwear all in one with a rough jerk. He was floored when her arousal hit him. And the sight, he shuddered. Her folds were practically weeping for him she was so fucking wet.

Croc licked his lips. What had he done to get her? There nothing admirable about him. He killed people for fuck's sake!

He was somewhat dumbfounded on what to do next. Their last time he wanted to gentle with her but now that darker side of himself roared from the back of his mind.

His inner animal wanted to mark her.

Waylon shut his eyes in pain. If he did that, the bite alone would most likely kill her.

It wanted to plunge into her heat and thrust until she was broken.

No, he couldn't do that!

The animal wanted to devour her whole so no one would ever another chance at her.

He put a clawed hand to his face. What the hell was going on? He usually had a better handle on this shit.

"Waylon?" Katy asked breathlessly in concern. Worry filled her. Had she done something wrong?

He buried his face in her chest and let out a strangled noise. Now she worried for him. She went to move him when out of the blue, he lunged. Quick as a viper, he had held down by her shoulders. His fingers squeezed her shoulders blades so hard, blood was drawn.

Now, she was scared.

"Stop, please, you're hurting me."

He only growled in response and poking around her neck some more. Katy shifted uncomfortably. She could not see the wild and vacant expression Waylon had.

She was afraid to ask again but her mouth moved out of it's own accord. "Waylon?"

Alfred looked up from his worried pacing when a tan skinned nurse walked up to him.

"Ah, good news then?" He hoped since the look on her face was a bright one.

"Yes sir, she's in good shape except for the bruising."

Relief flooded the kind butler's chest. "Thank heavens," He sighed.

The woman's expression turned concerned for a moment. "Uh, sir, I must voice a concern I have."

Alfred's white brow lifted. "Of course, whatever is the matter?"

Before she could begin, Bruce Wayne came from around the corner. He had a slight limp and almost unnoticeable crooked nose. He straightened his black jacket and relieved Alfred.

"What's the problem?"

Sandy, the nurse startled by his sudden appearance, began, "The patient she was taken to the infirmary with, I feel uneasy."

Both men were apprehensive now. "What patient?" "The crocodile like one?"

Bruce froze. "Alfred, what do you mean?"

The butler looked stunned as he explained. "He was ghastly Master Bruce. Nearly to the roof and massive all around. And his skin, scaly as any reptile I've ever laid eyes upon."

Oh no, Katy!

A blood chilling scream pierced the air and the hearts of Bruce and Alfred.

It was Katy.

"Goddamnit!" Bruce took off with Alfred and Sandy close behind.

"You don't think?" Alfred could not bear to finish the sentence.

"I'm afraid so." His blue eyes glared at the nurse. "You did not think to find some guards?!"

Her jade eyes were spilling over with tears. "I'm so, so sorry!"

They ran into Officer Cash on the way. "Is it Croc?" He asked, taking run beside Bruce.

He nodded solemnly. They both knew Croc was numbering his days, quickly.

The group came to the infirmary where the screams had originated. On the other side, they could hear screams no longer but low wailing. Bruce tried to open the door but it remained steadfast.

"Son of a bitch must've blocked it!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

Cash and Bruce rammed the door at the same time, knocking the desk away. They stumbled in on a scene that belonged in a horror flick. Blood was everywhere. Alfred put his hand over his mouth, the sight horrifying. The nurse had poked her head through and immediately wished she hadn't.

Sandy let out a shrill cry at Katy's body laying in a blood of presumably her own blood with Killer Croc taking a bite out of her neck and shoulder. He let go once he heard her scream, dropping Katy. She coughed out a sob and tried to get away. He roared at the intruders,the muscles in his neck taut.

Without thinking and much less about himself, Bruce punched Waylon in the face. His teeth marked up his knuckles but that didn't matter. His cousin was crying in a puddle of her own blood because of this monster!

Cash joined in after calling for backup. They struggled to get Croc handled as he thrashed and roared, trying to shake them off.

Meanwhile, Alfred and Sandy rushed over to Katy. She had started shivering and the screams had died down to soft crying. Alfred carefully plucked her from the pool of crimson and wrapped in her the sheet discarded next to her. While Sandy checked her bite wound and searched for any other injuries, Alfred pet her hair. He muttered soothing words in her ear, attempting to block out the shouts of the men and Croc's rampage.

More guards barged in, guns aimed to kill Waylon. But it was Cash would ordered tranquilizers.

It took six darts to get Croc down. Bruce stood next to the unconscious patient. His eyes smoldered with such hate, Killer Croc probably had a hole burnt into his soul.

"I want this beast locked up and kept away from my family, do you understand me?!" Bruce shouted.

Cash directed Bruce to follow him as the others dragged Waylon back to the sewers.

Shekiah: Well then, that just happened. Not to worry. They'll be right as rain soon. Every relationship has it's bumps (especially if you're an animalistic person) Reviews and criticism are awesome! Next update will be this week.