Shadow: here the next one, and I'm sorry if croc seems out of character, but if he's going to be a lot smarter he's going to have to think things through. I tried to keep him as in character as possible while keeping to the plot. I'm sorry. Still own nothing. WARNING: Croc uses bad language. Sorry.

Chapter 2

Dr. Janice Dials stared down at the results printed on the paper with confusion and a hint of dread. It had to be wrong, and they would surly blame her. She didn't know how it was possible, and after the first results came back she even had him retake the test. He took it, with a lot of growls and snarls but he took it. Even the others got retested. And nothing really changed. It couldn't be wrong, they had a test group to make sure nothing was wrong with the test, even double checked. Nothing should have been wrong.

She barely noticed the sharp knock on her door, but when Warden Sharp came in she noticed. He gestured towards the papers and she bit back the refusal. She happened to like her pay check and didn't want to risk it. With a hesitant hand she handed it over and watched his face. His eyebrows rose sharply as he read. Hehe, how ironic. NO, focus!

"Are you sure these are accurate?" she nodded and explained the double testing and checks. He sighed. Looked like she wasn't getting into the newspaper after all. Good bye paycheck. Way worse than that sad thought was that the problem was currently waiting for her in therapy room B and she had nothing planned.

"You will verify this," he turned to leave and she couldn't help but think that with his high class accent he sounded extra angry. Her door closed behind him. She shuddered and with a loud thump she dropped her head onto her desk. She groaned and did it again. How am I going to verify this? Without getting eaten in the process.

Gray green eyes peeked round her office, taking in all her knick-knats and professional decorations. With a burning intensity they zeroed in on one object in particular and she absently hummed as she rubbed her sore head. That might work.

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The metal chair creaked with every move he made, furthering his irritation with every sound. As if sensing his agitation the guards shifted drawing his luminous eyes. The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours. He finally gave in and let loose an animalistic snarl of anger, standing to his full height. He barely noticed the panicked looks his guards exchanged. His mind was on one thing and one thing only.

Dr. Dials was late. To HIS appointment. He felt insulted, humiliated. To think he was actually enjoying his sessions with that woman. He growled at the thought. And now she just forgets about him, HIM the famed Killer Croc! First the collar and now this! What was next, forgetting to feed him? Gold eyes narrowed at the thought. Just let them try it.

He paced with heavy footsteps, conscious of the guns aimed his way. Claws flexed against his palm, promising death. He tried to focus on the click of his claws on the floor, trying to calm down. He knew what would happen if he got too angry. They'd set off his collar, the damned thing. When he found the one responsible for the idea of it he'd rip out their spine. Not fucking helping! He growled again. His breathing sped up, ready to vent his anger. That bitch better hurry or he was going to start going for throats. He stopped.

The guards pushed themselves against the wall farthest from him, awaiting his next move. But he wasn't paying them any attention. Over sensitive ears picked up familiar clicking and he snarled. There she was, the bitch. Suddenly she yelped and he heard a thud and a clatter.

"Ow…" her muffled voice groaned and the voice of some guard tried to help. Croc chuckled, glancing over as the guards flinched. That's why he enjoyed their sessions. The girl was a clumsy coward and he loved making her panic. At their first session she ran screaming at the very sight of him and over the course of their time together he managed to do that twice more. She also didn't ask stupid questions like the other 'doctors' did. You'd think that after he killed the first one they'd stay away from his past. It also helped that she smelled good, not the usual chemical smell women wore but a natural scent. The last doctor at Blackgate had worn some sort of cologne that made him sneeze. Croc didn't eat him, he smelled too bad. Instead he just killed him.

He shook off those thoughts, now was not the time for reminiscing. She was late, that's was he should be focusing on, not her amusing behavior. He couldn't let her just think it was ok to just forget about him. He scowled darkly at the door, watching it open. She didn't even look up, merely walked into the room while shoving something into a box.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I was held up by Mr. Sharp but I'll… um…," she raised her eyes to his, shuddering to a halt. Gray eyes widened with panic and she began to shake lightly. He knew that look, she was going to run again. Normally he would gladly let her but not today, no, today he only felt irritated. He wasn't going to let her flee this time. No, if she took off he was going to give chase, and he knew that the moment he caught her she was going to die. Best to not let her trigger his instincts. When she fled before he had been too amused to give into his killer habits. She edged back towards the door and he growled.

That did it. With a squeak she shot off to the door, only a few feet from her. But he was faster, much faster. Claw tipped fingers shoved the door shut, the pressure leaving a dent in the shape of his hand. She was too slow to register that her escape was cut off and she hit the door, rebounding off and onto the floor. He gave a dark chuckle, sneering at her, only to be cut off by sparks of electricity. He gripped his collar trying in vain to stop the pain. His head shot up to the guard holding the remote, memorizing his face. A dead man walking, and he didn't even know it yet.

"STOP!" the yell startled the guard into letting go and gold eyes swiveled to the woman now trying to stand, her feet barely holding her up. "Give me the remote," despite the overwhelming fear he smelled off of her, she held quite a lot of force to her commands. Amusing bitch. This attitude was new, something he hadn't seen from her before. He glanced at her gray eyes, hard and cold, holding just a touch of panic. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his sore neck to pop. Usually her eyes were kind of clouded, like she wasn't in the same plane of existence as everyone else, only when she noticed him watching her would that change.

He tuned out the guards protests, taking in this new information. This was the first time that the slip of a woman showed even a hint of a backbone, and what an odd thing to show it for. Instead of using it at all when he intimidated and threatened her she instead chose to use it for when one of the guards were trying to protect her from him. Not that he had been trying to kill the bitch, he just wanted her to understand that tardiness was not allowed. Absently he scratched at his chest, avoiding the sore skin around the collar. What could he do to make her use that same assertiveness on him? That thought was oddly arousing. And did he even what her to? He looked at her face seeing the occasional glance his way, each time had her eyes clouding over in fear like he was use too. He had a lot to think about later.

"M-Mr. Jo-Jones, if you would take a seat… please?" Croc did, seeing how she tried and failed to meet his eye, or even his face for that matter. She ended up looking down and nervously playing with the box in her hand. On the table in front of her sat the remote he loathed so much. Looked like she was going to pretend what just happened didn't happen. He smirked. He could play along. Already this session was proving to be most interesting. "Um... Mr. Jones? I was wondering if you would be willing to participate in a game?" Well that was unexpected. Gold eyes narrowed on her face, trying in vain to detect any ill will. Last time someone said that, or something similar, it had ended with him being tricked.

"What do I get if I win?" priorities first of course. She looked up with a dumbfounded look on her face. He leaned back, smirking as he waited for her answer. If she was going to buy him food for a test he was definitely expecting something for this. The chair groaned. She gaped at him still and his smirk faded, only to be replaced with a scowl. By now she should know that he didn't like being stared at. A spike of fear and she looked down. He scoffed. Such a wuss.

"FOOD!" Croc gave a start and looked at her. She reddened and slapped a hand to her mouth. Wide eyes stared at him in shock as if HE had been the one to say that. A chuckle escaped him, drawing a horrified look from the woman. So amusing. "I mean, um… I could bring you some food? If you want? Maybe some kind that they don't serve here?" she looked down, her face still red and began to open the box, drawing out a checkered patterned board. After that came a smaller box filled with odd figurines. His eyes narrowed. He didn't know how to play this game. Maybe it was a trick?

" Like if you were craving something or um…" she looked up again noticing his look, " I'll teach you to play and you'll have more than one chance to beat me, though we don't have much time for more than one game today," that was reasonable. She set the board between him and moved the pieces into position, naming each one as she did so. Then came the rules. Croc focused on her words, not seeing the spark enter her eye or the gleeful looks his concentration brought to her.

"Pizza, if I win I want pizza," his rasping voice growled out, startling her. She nodded quickly.

Dainty hands held out two pieces for him to choose from, letting him pick his side. White or black. He snorted and rolled his eyes. One clawed finger tapped the black queen before she could panic at his closeness. She squeaked and set the pieces back into place. Then the game was on. She moved first, a pawn if he remembered correctly. He mimicked the move, being careful with his claws to not knock down any of his side. Even still he left scratches in the wood.

He watched her moves, trying to see what she was planning, her reasoning. He took the first piece with a proud smirk even if it was only a pawn. Then she sprung a trap, taking his knight. Croc narrowed his eyes, plans being discarded as fast as he thought them. The next time she took a piece he smirked at her and took her bishop, leaving her gaping at the move she didn't see. It continued at that pace for what felt like hours, and when it drew to a close he felt mild panic to see him losing. He looked for ways to turn it around but the pieces he needed were already taken. He glared at her. If he was going to go down, he was going to go down fighting. She stared back at him when he changed his tactic, choosing to forgo any form of caution.

Like he predicted she won, but judging by her confusion and slight panic it was not an easy victory. Gray eyes looked up at him, watching him closely. He scowled. Croc hated losing, always had, even as a child. No matter what it was he wanted to win, be it fights, card games or challenges. That was one of the reasons he hated batman so much, he made him lose and rubbed it in his face. He growled lowly causing the guards to shift closer and his doctor to flinch and pale. When I get my hands on that batfreak I'm going to gut him. He wanted to go back to his cell in the sewers, before someone even mentions his loss. If she showed just one hint of a gloating smile and he'd rip off her legs.

"That was a really good game for your first time, we will have to play again at your next session," somehow she managed to keep a steady voice even as her hands shook. He just glared at her, rising from his seat. With one last look at the board he turned to leave, letting the guards open the door for him. Next time he wasn't going to lose.

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Janice stayed in her seat staring at the board in front of her long after he left, just reeling in from the game. That was unexpected. She spent the first half trying to demonstrate how to play and ended up fighting for victory more than she should of. This was his first game! He shouldn't have put up such a fight. But then he had changed the entire game about a two thirds into the game and she was left floundering. Where she thought was a safe move ended up with her on the run or when he hit her traps he ended up taking her piece instead. It was so odd and liberating at the same time.

She looked down at the results in her lap, intrigued beyond words. No simpleton could of given her such a stimulating game. But was he really as smart as the paper said? She bit her lip, absently beginning to clean up. Croc would need to do more testing for sure, but she was leaning towards yes. Maybe a puzzle next time? Rubik cube? She smiled at the thought. Maybe her Tuesday and Thursday sessions with him wouldn't be so bad if they came to an understanding. Food for cooperation. But first things first. She needed to buy him a pizza.

Shadow: sorry again. I'm planning on him still acting on his more violent impulses, it's just going to be more thought out. I'm sure many of you who actually read this thought he should of responded more when he got electrocuted, and all I'm going to say is patience. This croc holds a grudge and isn't going to forget it.