Sewer King - DC SI

Chapter 02: Not into Vore

"[King Croc (Menacingly): I smell fresh meat...]"

Atlas' brain- although panicking and screaming for him to run away like, yesterday (His body forgot he doesn't have legs) -was working overdrive to make him think. First of all, he recognized the name, after all, who wouldn't? One of Batman's animal themed villains, which sounds weird when you put the Joker and Mr N-word or whatever was his name. Atlas wasn't a comic book fan, he had browsed the Fandom Wiki page for a few heroes back home (He's pretty sure there were no super heroes back home, even though he's having a hard time remembering where he's from) when he wanted to write explicit fanfic. He remembered a few things, like how Batman was Bruce Wayne and that he was Bi, how Clark Kent was Superman and that he was pretty hot, how he would write Barry Allen as the hungriest bottom on the planet because it was fun...

He also loved using the Pink Kryptonite as a plot device.

Besides his rather lewd habits, he was now face to face to one of Batman's villains. And he looked a little bit different than he had seen on the internet... He looked more crocodile than man, and that was what made him feel like a monster, right? 'Please let me be dealing with a reasonable Croc- I'm not into vore!' Atlas winced when his hand dug into the ground and a sharp something cut his hand- oh no, and he's in the sewers! He needs to do something about before he gets Super Cancer Aids Death Zombie Virus that makes your Dick Fall Off Disease- I mean, what sickness would you get if not something deadly in the sewers of Gotham? 'Holy shit, I'm in Gotham... And I have no legs, fuck!' With no legs he would be a good target for others, seeing as he is more vulnerable and will have a way harder time escaping from danger.

Ergo: now.

"[Killer Croc (Menacingly...?): Ah... Fresh meat, huh? Good to find you...?]" Croc had taken a few steps towards him and Atlas had felt like he was going to either be attacked or killed, but that might have been his mind just screaming at him because of the perceived danger he was in. Because in a strange twist of fate, Killer Croc seemed... worried? Well, his voice seemed to do a little uncertain twist at the end that happens when people are unsure about something, and a part of his mind also recognized a tiny hint of worry on his voice. This was the first time a big crocodile man is worried about him! As they say, first time for everything, huh? As Killer Croc got closer, Atlas saw the big guy step into the light coming from above, from the single hole that was the entrace to the sewers that Atlas had seen. '...oh no, he's hot.'

[This one]

Green scales forming plaques of protective armor around his enormous body, a long, long tail that ended at a jagged point, and wearing only a leather jacket. That was Waylon Johnes, mostly known as Killer Croc. Atlas was rather surprised- this one was a complete humanoid crocodile instead of the ones he remembered Killer Croc as. "[Killer Crock (Intimidating): Tell me, little guy, what're you doin' here? I wasn't planning on getting dinner today yet...]"

"Uh... Well, glad to be invited? I mean, considering the circumstances I'm in, being invited to a date with the Killer Croc doesn't seem that bad-" What the fuck is he talking about!? Atlas! Hey, brain, do something about this! Look at what we're doing for fuck's sake! We're flirting with the guy famous for eating people (kinda? he doesn't really know), a dangerous and... kinda hot criminal! 'Awn fuck, I'm a monsterfucker.' Right, he forgot that simple fact... Although he doesn't remember details of his life, he's pretty sure he was a great fanfic writer, and that he wrote some pretty raunchy stuff about monsters too. It's not that he's a furry- okay, he might be, but he will fuck whatever resembles a man the most, with their consent of course! "-but I hope you got reservations from somewhere outside this place, I'm just saying, not really romantic at all." There was a few moments of awkward silence before the big crocodile man started to shake- Atlas was nervous, did do something bad? Of course he did oh gods, he's gonna get eaten.