Killing Is Forgiving - (Killer Croc x Reader)

2. - An Unexpected Guest

"Even shadows disappear
when you're in the dark."

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(Killer Croc's T.P.O.V.)

It had been almost an hour since Killer Croc fled from his lair. After all, there were fewer drunk people in the north than there were on the east, and that's why he moved to the east. More humans to snatch on. The fresh ones, like the guards he tore apart while he was still confined in that condemned asylum. They still tasted good, though.

He's an omnivore (mostly carnivorous) and he obviously realizes it. He eats innocent bystanders but always tries to seek the useless ones. Although he didn't regret eating the innocents—even fucking dumb and delinquent children—, eating idiotic, drunk people are more humane, not to mention the lingering taste of the last alcohol they had drunk before their impending demise. Most of the drunk people were criminals, though, so he had no reason to feel bad.

In fact, he had no reason to feel bad at all, no matter whom he ate.

And for the innocent people...

Innocent is overrated. The innocent people had never really been innocent at all. If one wishes to search for a purely innocent person in Gotham, it'll be as scarce as searching for an oasis in a desert. That's what he felt because he knew. He's nomadic, after all.

Back in the day, every time a human saw him, it meant threats for him. Either he got picked on, called on cops, shot, stabbed... It's a miracle that his reptilian skin regenerates wounds faster than ever.

But he was Waylon Jones. Now, he's Killer Croc.

Killer Croc knew that it would be just a matter of time before Batman busted him and coerced him to move again. At least, the sewer where he resided now was better than before, and there were more rats. Big, fat, fucking rats!

Finally, some appetizers!

He snatched every rat he could find and minced them in one bite, leaving bloodstains on his face. He slurped the remaining blood with his tongue and wiped them away with his arm once he's done.

His starvation was merely fulfilled a little. He needed more. He could literally eat a horse. Maybe, two horses. Hopefully, there's somehow a corpse lying around here.

Or maybe...

Maybe one innocent person wouldn't be a problem. After all, he knows where to find them since he knows every in and out of the sewer in Gotham. He knows every dead end, every manhole, every discreet hiding place, and every drainage that will lead him to the river.

That being said, he recalled there's a manhole not far from here. Maybe, he could sneak out and snatch one.

When he was merrily daydreaming about eating a big fat human flesh to devour, his sensitive hearing heard a loud crackling sound, coming meters away from where he's at. It was the sound of something rigid crashing against something soft. Or to be precise, it was the sound of (Y/n) who thought that (they) could kill (themselves) by plummeting (themselves) down a manhole. But, alas, (they) were met by a pile of soft trash bags and sprained (their) left foot.

Killer Croc silently crept towards the source of the thuds. After his extensive 13th steps, a resounding scream full of hopelessness echoed throughout the entire sewer, making Killer Croc flinched a little. Sure he is a strong, big guy, but that doesn't mean he can't get scared. Enchantress' shrieks were a little chilling, you know...

Shit... I miss her...

After the scream came to a halt, it changed into sobs. A weepy human, he thought. He continued to lurk in the shadows and made his way towards the source of the thud, finally receiving the scent of the human after the rancid smell of the sewer overlapped the scent.