Monsters.


Normal people of Gotham City often called the inmates of Arkham 'freaks' or 'weirdos' it was just the thing they did because they didn't understand nor did they want to understand how the world could create of make such twisted forms of people, but there they were.

It was hard in some ways to remember the inmates of Arkham were people too, that they once had normal lives until they gave in to the demons that ran in their minds and after that they lost their battles with their demons time and time again with no hope of winning.

Some of Arkham's inhabitance however, they really didn't look like a person anymore, the most noticeable ones would be Waylon Jones and Basil Karlo aka Killer Croc and Clayface.

Their names basically told you what they were now days, what was left of them at least.

"You're lucky," Croc growled out as he sat on the sofa of the rec room, not looking at Clayface but acknowledging that he was there.

"How so?" Basil questioned.

"You can choose to look like that," Croc gestured to Basil's clay mass body. "But you can choose to look like everyone else. You could look like everyone else."

Basil considered his words and slowly found himself nodding. "Yes," he agreed. "But I would never be me."

Waylon looked at him. "I thought you enjoyed that though."

"Oh yeah, acting is fun," Basil grinned. "But it would be nice… if I could… just be me again. Ya know with my story heh, it would've made for one of hell of a movie and I could play all the roles!" he chuckled slightly before sighing. "But I can never have that again."

"But you could. You just have to morph, change your name…"

"Yeah… that's a nice thought… but ah.. that ship sailed a long time ago. " Basil glanced at Waylon. "What about you though? You could go back to alligator wrestling, why don't you?"

"That ship sailed a long time ago as well."

"Ah."

"Still," Croc shrugged. "Couldn't you change to look normal at least, why don't you?"

"Because I still wouldn't be me. This is me," he gestured to his figure. "I'm just… this. I can't get it back though, not now. You know something Waylon," he sighed and leaned back. "I could be anyone I wanted, I could be anyone in the world, I could even create my own family with their own consciousness, thoughts and feelings. But it would never be real. I made my living as a fake person, I wouldn't want my life to be fake too."

"Suit yourself… we're just a couple of freaks after all."

"People call us freaks, but we're not freaks."

"Says you."

They fell silent for a moment before both began to laugh.

"Who wants to be normal anyway?" Karlo laughed. "Normal doesn't fit in Gotham, it doesn't suit it."

Croc nodded. "Yeah, normal's weak!"

"Exactly!"

They fell silent and Karlo sighed.

"It would be nice to be normal again… like for at least a day…"

"It would be nice to be normal for once period," Croc smirked sadly as he looked at Clayface. "At least you had a shot at being normal… what was it like?"

Basil tilted his head to the side. "Hmm…." he hummed as he began to think of it. "It was okay… went out… payed bills… made dinner…"

"Sounds boring as sin."

"It was it really was."

Croc shrugged slightly. "Still… boring sounds nice…"

"It was."

"Ever want it back?"

"No. Not really. I want boring back yes but…"

"A different kind of boring."

"Yeah."

Croc slowly nodded. "I just friends…"

Basil glanced at him before he thought about it for a bit and then he smiled. "You know what the best part about being a freak is?"

"What?"

"You know if people really are your friends or not," Karlo shrugged. "If you're a freak or a giant crocodile man or a mud monster you know exactly who your friends are and you know that people really do care for you.. the normal people out there…" he gestured towards the window. "They don't know who's their friends and who's their enemies. At least in here you know exactly which is which."

Croc smiled slightly letting his teeth come through in a big toothy grin.

"And people in here are honest," Karlo went on as he stared at Crocs smile. "And that's just damn right creepy as hell, don't ever do that again."

"Whatever mud man," Croc growled out but he was smirking. "At least I don't leave a trail of dirt for people to follow."

"Well people at least don't know when I'm coming godzilla, have you noticed how much the ground shakes when you walk?"

Croc shrugged slightly. "You know I think I found some stuff in the sewers that looked very much like you Karlo."

Karlo sighed. "Very funny."

The two fell into comfortable silence before one of he guards came and began to lead Karlo away towards his cell.

"See you later alligator!" he called behind his shoulder to Croc.

"In a while crocodile," Croc called back.

There was silence for a beat before both began to burst out laughing, the guards looked confused but shrugged it off as just inmate chatter before continuing with their duty and taking Karlo back to his cell.

THE END.


Note: I think characters like Clayface and Croc just need a big hug, don't you? :(