(Decision B):

Waylon stared at Kat for a moment. He had been going to attack her like he normally would have anyone else but for some reason her words stung him. And the only reason he could think of why they did, was because she was right.

(Even though he knew deep down that what the others had said had been true. But he ignored that, as he didn't want to think of anything else being the possible cause of his 'feelings' being 'hurt'.)

He took in a deep breath, calming his anger and heart beat as he stared back up at the young woman whom was waiting for his reaction.

One she really didn't expect.

"You're right..."

Kat raised a blonde eyebrow, surprised. "W-What...?"

"I said: You're right."

She looked down in shame. "Waylon I-"

"I am a freak." He continued. "I have always been a freak. A freak of nature. Heh! No. Not nature. Of science-"

Katerina shook her head quickly as she took a small step forward. "No. You're not. I don't think you're a freak, Waylon. Never have. I just said those things to get you to open up, to get a reaction. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to truly offend you. Please forgive me.

He shook his head, sneering. "It doesn't matter if you meant it or not. It's still true. And ya know what? It's all my fault."

Kat's head snapped back up and her green eyes met his own yellow. "What do you mean It's all your fault?"

"It's my fault that I'm the way I am-"

She shook her head. "No it's not! How could you think such a thing!?"

Croc looked back up at her, surprised at her reaction and how hurt she actually sounded. But he ignored the annoying flicker of doubt and other 'human' emotions in his mind and screamed back at her in reply. "Because it's true! That's why!"

"How!? How could that possibly be true!?"

He shook his head as he clenched his large fists. "I don't know...I chose my path on life and-"

But Katerina interrupted. "It may be your fault you're locked up in this insane asylum, yes. That's true." She told him. "But that's only because you chose to break the law. It is not and will never be your fault that you...that your father did what he did to you. He had no right. No good man, or father would ever do this to his own son or daughter. It's not right. It's inhumane. Yet, he did it. But it is NOT your fault. And even if you plan on hurting me or even eating me, I just want you to know that you'll never be a freak to me. I know somewhere deep inside of you, you want to be cured, to be 'normal' but I want you to know that to me, you are normal. And it will never be your fault that you are the way you are. Never. Ok? I need you to know that. To understand that. So again, please forgive me for being so mean and for baiting you. I'll completely understand it if you don't. And if you really don't and you decide that you're still going to kill me. I'm asking, no, begging you, to just...Just please, please, please, make it quick."

He averted his eyes, looking at the water beside him. He looked sad for a split second then turned back to her, face devoid of any emotion just as quickly as it had appeared.

"I don't need your pity. I don't care what you think of me. Or anyone else for that matter."

She shook her head. "I don't believe that."

He growled, snapping his jaws towards her. "You don't know anything about me! Nothing! Got it!? Nothing! Whatever you think isn't true! So just shut up, leave and take your pity with you!"

"I'm not going to leave, Waylon. Not until I'm done talking to you."

He growled, shaking his head. "Get out, or I'll eat you. Then you'll definitely be done talkin' ta me!"

She stood her ground, despite the hammering in her chest. "No."

"Why you little!-"

She interrupted him, talking even louder over his screams so he could hear her. "I want to know how you felt when I said those horrible things, Waylon. Then I'll leave."

"I ain't tellin' ya anything!"

"Then I'm not leaving."

"Oh yes you are!"

"Am not!"

As they argued on whether or not she would leave he couldn't help but admire her bravery. Despite the danger of him eating her, she still held her ground and continued to push herself further and further into danger.

That only made it worse, it angered him more because he didn't want to admire anyone, even if it was because of something like a woman not being scared of him.

He got up out of the water and lifted her up with ease, like she was just a tiny little feather, and shoved her hard towards the door but surprisingly not hard enough to harm her.

"GET OUT!"

Katerina stumbled forward from the force of his push, and wondered if she really should leave. As she contemplated on whether or not to get herself to complete safety or to put herself into his crosshairs again, she turned back around and heard him mumble to himself as he walked back into the sewer water. "Stupid...Crazy bitch..."

Yet, that only made it even more obvious that she had gotten to him. And she really wanted to try and see if he'd open up more. Even if it was dangerous. Besides. He hadn't killed her yet. Which was, for her, an accomplishment on it's own.

Should I really leave? She thought to herself, hesitating as her small hand trembled over the door's handle...

Author's Note, IMPORTANT!: Should she leave? Or should she stay? You get to choose. You just put on Croc's Collar and chains, now you get to put on Kat's high heels and Arkham name tag.

Go ahead, choose, make her decision. And like last time the story will continue along depending on what decision you pick.

(A): Kat stays, disobeying Croc's orders and her own survival instincts.

(B): Kat leaves, obeying Croc's orders and her own survival instincts.

Don't just choose A. Because you want a lot of romance. Believe me. They both have the same Romance/Romantic gestures/Romantic or touching words.

Besides. I never said Croc would let her leave. :)

Nor did I say Croc would ultimately let her stay even if she chooses too.

Enjoy!