Hi, I'm back! It's been a long journey from me. I'm almost going to get my degree, graduating, find work on what I choose along with the fact personal things had happened. I was struggling with depression and PTSD from my previous job before I was kicked out due to the toxic environment and I almost wanted to end my life because they isolated me and get angry with me when I asked despite them acting like kids and twice my age.

Anyways, enough about me! Let's roll with the story!

Butch Gilzean was a gorilla of a man.

But compared him to Waylon, he's just a regular human being. Cobblepot has given the man instructions to find a Mr Jones related to the crocodile man. Butch was unsure about the situation.

"Are you sure he's related to that thing?" he jerks his thumb at Waylon. He growled a warning at the man, who went silent for a bit. Kayla covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling. Butch then looked at the woman next to him.

"So you're the dame that tamed the beast?" he chuckles but Kayla isn't amused.

"Waylon is not a beast," she tells him gently. "So can you help us find the whereabouts of his dad?"

Butch eyes the crocodile man before looking back at his boss. "Boss, are you sure about this?"

"Of course I am sure!" Penguin snaps. "This man has been a close friend of mine before I became the well-know businessman that I am today. Don't forget that I can always replace you but you are too loyal and smart for your own good."

"Gee, thanks Boss!"

"That's not a compliment, you twit!"

It wasn't long before Butch came back with an address and points at the direction for the couple to go to. Kayla thanked him before doing the same to Penguin.

"Thank you for everything, Mr Cobblepot," she shakes the man's hand to which he kisses her on the back of her hand. Waylon growls a warning at him, a way of saying that Kayla is his girlfriend.

So Kayla and Waylon went to the location that Butch and Cobblepot gave them. It led them to a shady alleyway. Kayla is not confident about stepping out. But she has to be there for Waylon.

"You don't have to come," her boyfriend assures her. But Kayla insisted, saying if he needs any emotional support, she's going with him. Waylon smiles, kisses her softly on the lips.

"I promise I'll be alright," he told her. "So far, nothing can pierce through me and it's my business with my Pa. He's been running away from Ma and I for too long."

Kayla wanted to protest but then she gave in. She hugs him tight and whispered: "Show him what you're made of, babe."

He gave her his sharp-tooth grin before storming into the hideout.

…

Most children would be excited or nervous to meet their absent fathers after a long time. But to Waylon, it's more of a hunt and an ill-sense of justice for his dead mother. He may not know her but he'll bet that she doesn't give a shit about his appearance.

Hell, maybe she would have liked Kayla too!

He cursed to himself that the place was too small to fit his whole frame. He will have to slither his way in without making a sound. But that's just an impossible wish. Then again, he is a human-crocodile….

In the end, he basically, busted himself in despite the cries of men shouting orders to take him down. He found it funny how all of them were light morsels compared to his monstrous frame.

He would have to tell Kayla that dinner wouldn't be an issue with him, since he went savage on most of the guys. By now, the screaming is an interesting tune to his ears. Besides that would be the percussion of bones snapping or cracking under his deadly jaws. Blood had never tasted so sweet…

He wondered if people can feel instincts. There's no explanation for it but Waylon felt his and he allowed it to guide him throughout this ordeal. He bared his teeth, growls and wished he has a tail to whip them like the ringmaster. It doesn't really matter to him.

Dark or fair, all flesh tasted the same.

Suddenly, there's a terrified scream that made Waylon's blood hot to pursue. He sniffs the air for a scent. There's someone hiding and the poor bastard's shaking like a leaf! He's going to bet that the guy either pissed or soiled himself as he watched his whole men get slaughtered.

"Tick-tock," he purrs as he takes more steps towards the man who has the faintest scent that resembled him. "Tick-tock feed the croc~"

"What the hell are you?!" the man scrambled back as Waylon approached him. The man that cowered before him is an overweight pig with tiny eyes, a bristled beard and he figured the suit was worn at least for more than three days.

"Boss…" one of the men who had half of his torso torn off coughs. "Run…He's an animal…"

Damn right he is! Waylon grinned at the panicked man before he scooped up the half torn man and bit on his neck to silenced him. Whimpering was annoying but he had gotten used to it.

He's gotta thank his Auntie Flowers for teaching him fear.

"Are you Jones?" he asks with growls in his tone. The man trembles to the point he has developed stutters just by the mere sight of the crocodile man. He lifted the man from the neck.

"Y-yeah," he replies through his choking. "B-Buford Jones…."

"Don't recognise me? Of course you don't!"

Waylon slams the man down to the ground, his sharp claw-like hands trapped him. He smiled a bit.

"Remember Jasmine? The sweet Jasmine who would do anything for you until you met her sister Shauna? All the fine belles in Louisiana and you decided to tie the knot to sweet ol' Jasmine."

"J-Jasmine?" he stumbles in his words. "I haven't seen her in years since she said she's carrying my baby. That bitch's lying anyways."

Waylon just slams him further into the ground. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE CALLED MA THAT WAY!"

The man named Jones was stunned. This monster was Jasmine's son?! That means-

"Hi, dad," he growls, showing his teeth. "But I don't think you deserved to be called that after walking out on her. You leaving her took a toll on her and killed her in exchange of me being born."

"W-who are you?" the trembling Jones demanded. "How the hell are you born with that kind of skin?"

"Waylon Jones," he told his ex-father. "We may share the same blood but you're not fucking family. Not you, not Auntie Flowers, nobody! I am known by others as Killer Croc. Got that, little shit?"

"P-please," he coughs up blood, still cowering from the hulking crocodile man that was his son. "I was wrong! Please don't kill me! I only had her because she was cuter than her sister."

Waylon roars at him with anger. It's best he decided to make him suffer the same way he had done to his mother. So right now, he just bites off both of the man's legs before swallowing both limbs in front of him with a slurp.

"Squirm anymore and then your arms will go too," Waylon threatened, wiping the blood with his sleeve. He tasted just like how Waylon pictured: a greasy piece of meat without anything. It tasted as disgusting as the man himself.

"J-just kill me…" Jones pleaded with desperation.

"Soon," the crocodile man agreed. "Just wanna let you know that thanks to you, I'm who I am today. So in a sick way, gotta give ya my thanks with this."

"B-by killing me?!"

"Nah," he shook his head. "More like making your life easier."

Waylon then proceeds to place a foot on his crotch. Jones screamed in pain and agony while the giant foot was crushing his package. Waylon only shushed him as his large hands to cover his father's mouth until his screams subsided.

He leaned back to see all of the carnage he had done and the blood on his hands. He pulls up his knees close before silently let tears fall. Would he be different if his mother was still alive and father who was not a complete asshole? He wouldn't have to see his aunt or get tormented during his school years.

After what seemed like hours, Kayla finally saw her boyfriend coming out. She runs up to him and embraces him without saying a word. Kayla felt tears dripping on her blouse. She wipes his tears and kisses him with so much affection.

"I love you, Waylon," she whispers to him. He lets out a rumble that is similar to a purr.

"Love ya too, chère. Come on, let's go home."

I guessed Waylon does want to see his daddy. Yeah, I got Butch cameo from Gotham since I loved that show! Oswald was my favourite along with Harvey Bullock. And I want to thank all of you who favourited and followed this story. Only 2-3 more chapters to go and this story is complete!

Don't worry, I am still making one shots of Kayla x Croc. They're my first and favourite human-reptile couple besides Riana x Syzoth from Mortal Kombat fanfic Disciples if you want to check it out. So, look out for more updates from me and I love you all!

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