#killer croc

But other rogues from outside of Gotham? They better not touch their Bat or his Robins. Imagine if you will:

Lex Luthor arriving into Gotham and cornering the Bat only for Harley Quinn to show up, kneecap Luthor with her hammer, nod politely to Bats and walk off into the night like nothing happened.

Nightwing has been shot in the side, he's dragging himself to safety before Deathstroke can find him. A car pulls up, door pops open, it's Don Falcone, "get in kid".

Red Hood is caught with no bullets, empty holsters Lady Shiva closing in and he's down some alley, where a door opens and it's Two Face, jerking his head for Jason to get his ass inside.

Robin is about to get taken out by a sniper sent by the League of Assassins, the Joker drops an anvil on their nest because he's the only one who kills Robins in this city.

Dr Psycho is targetting Red Robin and Killer Croc bursts out of the sewers, snapping him up like the "fucking mosasaurus in Jurassic World" according to Tim later on.

Okay so what if it was just a cave?

It came with its own ecto pool! Yeah he had to build a filter because nobody had taken care of it in centuries but one toaster, half a microwave and a few pieces of a mixer later he could watch the filter putter around the pool while leaving fresh and clean ecto behind!

He even build a manual filter so he could scoop some ecto and drink it, add it as seasoning to his food.

Honestly running away wasn’t all that bad right now.

He even had a neighbor! Grundy was nice company even before he got to drink some clean ecto, made a really mean rat pot too!

Waylon was moody, but he eventually brought a nice couch and even helped Danny hang his hammock.

Sure he missed Sam and Tuck, as well as Jazz and her lectures. But one donated wayne phone, curtesy of a bat having lost one, and some ecto treatment later he could contact them on their fentonphones and still be safe from his parents.

He watched Frank (short for Frankenstein, get it because he’s The Monster) putter around and sighed. Jazz had been so regretful when his parents didn’t take the reveal well, and then he was given to the GIW while she couldn’t help.

His sister was pretty thankful, he was honestly just relieved, when the GIW turned out to be more like him than his parents.

It was the first time since his accident that he got a full check up, food that didn’t attack or poison him and even help with some questions the organization had regarding ghosts.

And since he was technically an endangered species they had hidden him until they could finish with proving his parents wrong, change the law and finally let him live his life.

So here he was now, calling his friends and sister every evening and doing online school while living underground with some funky neighbors.

Waylon can say missing, because Grundy has a good routine. Grundy made sure to pass through Waylon's part of the sewers at least twice a week. It was something that Waylon had grown used to these pasts months. They had grown to be pseudo roommates and friends.

So when Grundy does stomp in while Waylon's getting ready for a job, hes relieved. Then the relief turned into a cold feeling when he saw what was bundled in Grundy's arms.

"Is that a body?" He asked.

Grundy grunts and walks forward to place the body right in the giant lazy boy they have. Its a kid. A teenager at most. He's wrapped up in Grundy's coat. The only thing visible is his head and boney feet.

He looks like Grundy. Not in the 'related way', but in the 'same being way'.

His skins pale with an off color green. His hair stark white. Hes boney. There's no fat on him at all. His eyes are also half lidded and one of them looks close to popping out.

"Saturday. Mine." Grundy pats the kid on the head. His entire hand the same size of it.

"Hrnnngg?" 'Saturday' groans and it makes Waylon shiver. It does not sound human in the slightest. The eye not trying to escape his head focuses intently on Waylon.

Waylon blinks.

"Waylon. Croc." Grundy tells the kid.

"Wheeerrreee?" The kid grunts and Grundy pats his head again.

"Don't worry about it. Sleep."

Waylon blinks again. Grundy had said 'mine.' Meaning that Grundy had an entire child- teenager- zombie thing-

What.

Then Grundy, with no further explanation turns around and stomps away, towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" He calls after the giant.

"Saturday still growing. Need food."

Batman #1 - "Vast Colors in the Dark" (2025)

•—•~•—•Crocodile Dad•—•~•—•

Waylon wasn’t quite sure how he acquired a kid.

In fact, Waylon doesn’t even think he had actually chose himself to keep him. Instead he thinks that this kid chose him.

Right now, the small and skinny black-haired boy who’d inserted himself into his life was sat at the table his weapon’s engineer used to work. Tinkering at the bits and pieces scattered over the messy surface while Waylon himself hovered nearby.

“Are you sure that’s safe for you to be messing with kiddo?” The large, scaled man called to the boy, a hint of concern peeking through the southern twang in his accent. Elongating is ‘O’s and ‘E’s and ‘A’s.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I used to work on my parents experiments in their lab all the time,” The boy called back, and— unironically— it didn’t soothe his anxiety.

“That don’t make me feel any better squirt.”

“Well? Too bad.” This twig was going to be the cause of all Waylon’s fictitious gray hairs, he was calling it now.

I made this animatic awhile back of that one episode in the rogues podcast when Eddie got shot at by drunk Jon.