Author's Note, IMPORTANT!: Here's the second chapter of this story. I'm so sorry if it sucks, if it doesn't live up to the first chapter. But if you think it doesn't and that it does live up to the first, tell me, please. And as always, review or I won't continue it. Lol. Enjoy!

The Beauty and the Beast.

Chapter 2: Fixed up.

By the time Killer Croc AKA Waylon Jones had finally arrived at his old, but familiar lair in the New Gotham Sewers in Downtown Gotham City, the young woman he had saved and carried along with him was soaked to the bone, shivering and had lost quite a large quantity of blood despite his hand providing pressure to the deep wound. But that wasn't all. To top it all of, like earlier, he was still in a very vile mood. Even if he did have the 'company' of his new 'friend'.

He had instantly realized he'd need someplace to sit her and although the majority of his territory was overrun with regular, saltwater crocodiles, he'd found a safe spot to put the woman as he ordered the large, and hungry reptiles to stay back, telling them she was not to be harmed in any way, no matter what. Or else.

Thinking back to when he'd found her. The way she had reacted wasn't something he'd expected. She hadn't screamed. She hadn't insulted him. All she had said was "Hi." And had even given him permission to kill her as long as she was dead first and couldn't feel it. He thought she was too...fascinating to let perish, at least, not yet.

Having nothing considered even close to comfortable, besides his dirty and lumpy old mattress, he decided that that's where he'd lay her. After putting her down, he removed his large hand from her injured leg. And although it sounded sordid, he had nothing to wipe away the crimson liquid that still enveloped his green, scaly fingers, so he used his long forked tongue and licked off the sweet, and delectable blood, quenching his thirst and satiating his blood lust for now. He then removed the stray strands of wet hair from her face, and tucked the long, silky pieces behind her small ears before stomping over and across the slick, and muck covered tile floor to a wooden panel inside the otherwise old stone wall. It's where he kept his personal items. There were his weapons, a change of clothes, and an emergency first aid medical kit - just incase he escaped from somewhere or someone and was seriously injured - Now he'd finally have some use for the unused item.

He removed the said wooden panel, grabbed the large kit, then closed it, returning to the injured woman's side barely a second later.

As he cleaned, sutured closed, and bandaged her wounds, he took the time to look at her - To really look at her - She was beautiful, gorgeous. Long blonde hair, and pale, soft, perfect skin. Her nose was small, petite and slightly upturned with a light and subtle - almost invisible - dust of small, light-brown freckles across the bridge. She was tall for a woman. He guessed she was about 5 ft 11 in, maybe even 6 ft. And probably around 125-140 pounds. She had an athletic body, being fit, but still managed to look very feminine all at the same time. Her legs were smooth, long and toned, ending with dainty little feet. Her waist was quite small and to top it all off, her chest was rather large, being around a C to a D cup. Her small hands were also dainty and feminine, her long, perfectly manicured nails painted black, matching her also black painted toes. Not to mention her striking, bright yellow-green eyes, that were, unfortunately, at the present time, closed.

And surprisingly, despite being soaked, her makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Her eyes were lined top and bottom with black kohl ending in a precise and crisp cat-like flick. She also wore black mascara, though he could tell she didn't need it. Her eyelashes were thick and long enough without the added length and volume. She had high cheekbones and the apples of her cheeks were a rosy-peachy pink. Her lips were full and plump, lined with a dark yet skin colored liner, a nude light pink lipstick and a sheer, clear lipgloss.

Her clothes, though they were lightly frayed at the ends, had dried blood in some areas and were slightly dirty from being on the wet and filthy ground, looked like something someone would wear to a semi-formal party. Her top was a dark jade-green and showed off all the right curves - though, he thought with a chuckle, there were no wrong - The tight fitting dress emphasized her breasts, being low cut. And the skinny, three-finger-width sized sleeves/straps wrapped around her small, slender shoulders, ending clasped at the nape of her neck. She also wore a connected, short and tight high-waisted skirt, jet black in color. The whole dress itself had no back to it and she wore matching dark jade-green pumps, that he had removed and had sat beside her on the ground.

Her light blonde hair, being down, was long, ending below the small of her back and at the start of her toned bottom, was still straight, even thought it was wet. She had two small parts of her hair pulled back at the start of her temples and braided, wrapping around her head in a crown-like shape. She also wore a small, frilly, matching jade-green bow at the back of the hairstyle to hide the light green hair clip that held the 'crown' in place.

Topping the whole look off. She wore matching, yet small, jade-green studded earrings and a small emerald ring with a golden band on the middle finger of her right hand.

And as for her injuries. She only had two major wounds and he had already sewn them up and had them bandaged before moving on to the minor lacerations and bruises. Thankfully there were no broken bones, but it was clear that multiple ribs were bruised. And from the looks of it all, he could piece together that she had to have been on her way to something important, probably a party, when she was attacked, beaten, stabbed, and left in that alleyway.

Once he was done, he went back to the wooden panel, put back the first aid kit, and grabbed his long, and thick trench coat. Not for himself, of course, but for her. He scooped her small body up into his strong arms and wrapped the large coat around her to keep her warm. Then he sat back down onto his mattress and continued to hold her against his chest, on his lap, until she'd wake.

Boy would she be in for a very big surprise...