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Chapter 6: Stress Relief

...click…

Damian Rykotsu: Taped patient interview number three. Doctor Damian Rykotsu interviewing Waylon Jones A.K.A. Killer Croc at…9: 47 am. I'm ready, send him in please.

…door opens…chair legs scrape…

Damian Rykotsu: Hello today Croc, I hope the session today wasn't too early for you. Was for me.

Killer Croc: Let's skip the bullshit Doc…what you said in front of my cell was all that shit and noise the truth?

...click… (Tape Ends)

"How did you—" I began.

"Stone, put his back against the speaker button the whole time…" Croc and I were quiet, I couldn't hold it for long as I burst into laughter. Croc himself began to chuckle softly. We only laughed for a minute or two but it was a good feeling being able to laugh again. I wiped a tear from my eye and smiled at him, asking a reluctant question.

"So…Croc…does this mean you trust me now?"

"Don't press your luck…" Croc replied with a bit of an aggressive undertone. "…it wasn't that funny."

The whole time we were in the room it was quiet. I didn't know what to say and Croc just seemed to stare at me with his beady yellow eyes. He growled every now and again, I supposed he was thinking about something that upset him. I was tempted, every time he growled, to ask him what he was thinking about, but kept it to myself.

"Tell me about the circus," I said without even realizing it.

"What…?" Croc asked with a low growl. It was apparent that, even though we shared that laugh, Croc found himself getting too close to me and he knew he wouldn't be able to rely upon his usual actions were he to do so. So, I assumed, he reverted back to his aggressive nature for his own mental protection, he was much smarter than the guards and other inmates gave him credit for. But he laughed, which meant he surrendered his guard for a moment, meaning two things, he was faking the laugh, or he was at a state where it almost felt like he needed, therefore, breaking at the bend.

"In your file, it says you went by the name: "Killer Croc", as a circus performer."

"Circus Freak," Croc corrected. "There's a difference. Me? I was a crocodile wrestler, they put two big snappers in the ring with me and we'd tussle it out for the audience's own twisted fantasies. They were every bit the freak as I was, and every bit the animals as the crocodiles." I took in what he said and had my head wrapped around the words, "every bit the freak I was, and every bit the animals as the crocs". It fluttered around my mind like a swarm of angry wasps, stinging at my outlook on life, driving me to almost…almost…believe that he was right, that humans were, in fact, animals.

Scared of how easily I started to believe him I shook the thought from my mind and moved on. But before I could, Croc said. "You're thinking an awful lot today, Doc…" I could tell there was a smile on his toothy maw. "If I'm not mistaken, I've seen that look before…"

"W-where…?" I asked hesitantly.

"On my own pretty mug," Croc said with a deep chuckle. "You're startin' to see the truth, Doc; you're startin' to see that, even though you are one, humans are animals that have opposable thumbs and the habit of speakin'. They're disgusting, vile; Poison Ivy'd say the same fuckin' thing! Ratcatcher, Joker, hell even Riddler. You see, people believe that we're into killing for the shear sexual pleasure of it 'er somethin of the sort, that ain't right…" Croc continued. "…we're in it 'cause we criminals hate you humans, that's why I've achieved perfection, cause I managed to leave my humanity in the bayous of Louisiana a long time ago." And though he was talking about losing his humanity, I could tell, for a fact, that most of it was returning to him, if only to educate me in his own belief system. He must've figured this out as well 'cause he stood up, growled, slammed the door with his fist and said. "We're done!"

"Croc wait," I said. Croc turned to look at me. "Thank you, I mean it, I…I think I'm starting to see…now…"

Croc smiled a toothy grin. "Good, then you're on your way, Doc…"

And with that the guards took him out of the room and back to his cell.

"You realize Lilly could get into a lot of trouble for this?" Gorian asked standing next to Lilly's desk, towering over it like a giant with his arms crossed. "You have got to check the recorder every time to see if it's still working. Otherwise we can't use it and we have to record over it and it's a pointless session."

"Leave us," Lilly said out of nowhere. "Stone, Gorian, Rex, leave us." The three of them looked at her with surprise. I said nothing and looked down at the floor. I was sidetracked by the thought of what Jones was saying about humanity. About how humanity was just a fancy word for a branch of the animal kingdom. About how it was lost, about how it was heartless, cruel…and how I agreed with every bit of it…but I didn't want to…I wanted to fight the urge to agree with him, I wanted to be the one that resisted falling into darkness like so many before me…I was interrupted. "What's wrong Damian?"

My head snapped up and I was looking straight into Lilly's concerned blue eyes. She was frowning but it was one of worry. "You haven't been yourself lately. You've been in your room most of the hours you aren't walking around the penitentiary speaking with the criminals. Now, Damian, I told you this job could get to you, didn't I? Our family for generations has been able to keep our mental stability, but there were a few that couldn't. They didn't have to worry, though, because they didn't get a job at a mental institution. What I'm saying, Damian, is that you should consider going back to Gotham and taking your old apartment back."

"Why so I can be alone again? So I can sit at my house every night with a dead-end job and wait for you guys to call me only to go to bed alone and worried? Huh? NO! I won't do that shit ever again! It's not fair to me! And I hate you guys for doing it to me! Burn in hell!" I rushed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind me. Lilly only sighed.

I stormed down the corridors of the dark penitentiary making my way down to Croc's cell. I had to find him and talk to him. I needed to. I walked by cell after cell with my eyes only on Croc's door but I stopped when my feet felt they couldn't go any farther. I heard the wicked laughter to my left. I turned and saw Zsasz staring at me, his bulging eyes fixated on my face. I was frozen in place for a moment then I regained my person and turned towards him. "Hello, doctor," Zsasz said in his dark whispery voice. "Have you come for the incision? Have you come to be posed?" I opened my mouth to speak but nothing but a helpless yelp found its way to my lips. "What's the matter doctor? Your little friend was posed, she wanted to be posed, she needed to be posed. You don't have to-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, waking a few of the sleeping inmates who grumbled and shouted throug the bars of their cells. I turned my back and ran through the corridors without stopping. I could feel the sweat accumulating on my brow and the muscles in my legs starting to ache.

I had been turning corners and sprinting through corridors for what seemed like forever. When I finally stopped I doubled over to catch my breath. I inhaled and exhaled heavily when I suddenly heard my name. I couldn't see much through the darkened hallways of the penitentiary. I looked around and saw the same foggy pink corridor that Poison Ivy was stored in. "What?" I asked.

"You seem troubled," she said in her seductive, sultry voice. "Why don't you step inside my cell and allow me to provide

one of my stress relieving massages. What do you say?"

"Why so you can keep me hostage in return for your escape, no thanks. I'm not that stupid," I said with a scowl marked on my sweaty, overheated face.

"Why would I want to keep such a compassionate man hostage?" She asked, I squinted my eyes to see here but the pink fog was too thick.

"What do you mean compassionate?" I asked stepping closer to the glass.

"Harley told me what you said about her in her patient interview. And I heard it down the grapevine that she hasn't been as flattered as she was by you since she was with the Joker. That's tough to compare yourself to I hear, especially from the lips of Harley herself."

"A few one-liners," I said frowning. "Plus she didn't take it too well, she attacked me. Nothing special I assure you."

"That's not what I heard," she said. "I heard you were of the utmost sweetness to poor Quinzel." I could see her moving farther back in the chamber, low to the ground, so I assumed she was sitting. "What about me? What about poor Ivy, I've been so lonely in this cell, I could use the company."

"Nice try, Isley," I said turning to leave.

"Wait," Poison Ivy called to me. "Wouldn't you like to come in? You know as well as I do that you're immune to my spores. What do I have left to hurt you with? My plants can't get through this titanium box you've put me in, come inside and keep me company." I saw her stand up and then she appeared before me in a skimpy half-an-outfit made out of the jumpsuit shirt and a pair of underwear that contoured amazingly to her curvy figure. Her short hair seemed to move without provocation.

"Ah, there you are," I said quietly. "I feel more comfortable now that I know where you are." She had a seductive smile on her face and her body was pressed against the glass.

"Come in please," she said again.

"Tell me something first," I said with a sudden interest in mind.

"Ask me anything you like," Ivy said pushing away from the glass and strolling, alluringly along her cell.

"Why do you do the things that you do?" I asked getting a little tongue tied. "I mean, why is it you attack humans? Why are you a criminal against humanity? Why do you do it?" Ivy seemed surprised by the sudden interest in her criminal life.

"Why?" She repeated. "Because humans are disgusting creatures that have no reason being the "dominate" species on this planet. They trample on my babies without a second's remorse, they cut them down for their own selfish gain, they burn them for their "expansion". You see? The humans want everything out of the way and they won't stop until everything is dead. Such is their disgusting, selfish nature. Do you understand now?" She said this as though expecting an answer, but her surprise at my response showed that it wasn't the one she expected.

"I think I can understand. We deserve to die, most of us, if not all. I understand why you do what you do, Ivy. I understand that, to you, the foliage and plantlife of the earth mean more to you because, unlike what we see, to you, they have lives of their own. Each plant has a family, a parental tree, siblings, children, but you're the only one that has opened their eyes wide enough, opened their minds wide enough, to see that they have just as much to live for as us." Her eyes were filled with, not shock, but admiration, like she had been waiting to hear this from someone. Like I had given her something she had been missing all her life. "I am sorry to all the plants that I may've hurt or killed in my past. It wasn't until now that I understand what we humans destroy, what we chase away, who we banish, outcast, and ostracize. I'm starting to understand now."

"Then step inside my cell," she said again. "I will not hurt you, not since you see the truth now. Step inside."

I didn't realize until I was inside her cell what I was doing. I had sealed her cell behind me and now held her in my arms, our lips touching each other's. Her hands slid up my back and around to the front of my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. She pulled off my shirt to reveal a sleeveless under that. This time I pulled her top off of her body revealing her breasts, lush and firm. Our tongues danced with each other as we explored the other's body with our hands. She pulled the other shirt off exposing a scar covered chest that she rubbed gently.

"These are the scars humanity has left for you," she whispered to me softly. "These are what your humans have done; this is how they treat you." I kissed her again and rubbed my hands on her breasts gently. She drug her nails softly down my back giving me a sensation of cold chills and ecstasy. I moved my lips down her neck, biting and nipping softly at her pale green flesh. She unhooked my belt and knelt down to get my pants off.

We rolled in the bed of her cell kissing, holding each other, scratching, biting, moaning, and breathing. I moved her legs over my shoulders, I pressed the head of my member against her soft outer lips and in one move thrust into her gently. Her moans of passion filled her cell as did mine. I thrust harder with each go, she moaned louder as I did so. I kissed her lips as I thrust inside her deeper and faster. I drug my fingers through her soft hair as she brought her fingernails, down my back. I groaned as the pleasurable pain filled every nerve in my body. I felt warm blood exiting the wounds but I didn't care.

She was on top this time, she moved with my body, her hands placed on my chest. She moved her hips in accordance to mine, our groans becoming louder and louder. She s moved herself up and down, her hands never leaving my chest. I moaned with the feeling of ecstacy as I grabbed her hips squeezing tighter. She raked her nails down my chest and leaned forward slepping her tongue against mine.

She was warm inside, it hugged my member, the heat was almost too good. She was tight and I could feel every movement she made. I sat up to kiss her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she continued to bounce on me. She smelled amazing, a mixture of some of the sweetest smelling flowers I could remember, and a few I didn't know. Her hair gave the aroma of roses and lilies and even the faintest hint of honeysuckle. I ran my hands down her legs moaning as her grip on my member got tighter. It was amazing! She moaned, I knew she was close, but the thought did the same for me. We both moved faster in accordance with each other until neither of us could hold it anymore. I let myself go inside of her she convulsed and moaned in joyous pleasure as she pulled her head back up to look into my eyes. As I moaned out I stared into her eyes as well, there was something in them, something I couldn't figure out, but yearned for. It was as if the look was that of acceptance, a look that meant everything was going to be okay, that she understood me. And almost...like she loved me...

"That could be a problem," I said looking down at the liquid seeping from her.

"It's okay," she said breathlessly. "I can't be impregnated by humans, not anymore." She kissed me softly and wrapped her arms around my neck. My arms, around her waist, tightened their grip. At first I considered what we had done, 'stress relief', but then I realized, it was something more, because I'd never felt happier in my life. Not even when I was with her…never before...