You hadn't expected your life to go this way. Despite what people had said about Gotham, you decided to see if the city was truly as bad as people claimed it was. Turns out, it was actually worse. But, you really couldn't give a shit, since you had the fortune of being on the higher end of the tax bracket. That afforded you a large house in the more secluded, richer part of Gotham City. Then one night, you decided to take a walk down one of Gotham's most notoriously dangerous streets, which turned out to be a bad idea. After getting jumped by six large men, it looked like things were about to get very bad, until someone larger proceeded to kill all six men like it was a fucking teddy bear picnic. You then came face-to-face with the infamous Killer Croc himself. Despite his absolutely terrifying appearance, you thanked him like he was an actual person, and not a nine foot tall crocodile man. To say that the two of you became attached after that moment would be a massive understatement.

Now, he lived with you in your large home, trying his hardest to be a regular houseguest. It was proving to be rather difficult, since he was....well, himself. He was currently floating on his back in your massive pool, the early morning sunlight hitting his scales at just the right angle. He grunts as he smells you approach, and cracks one of his reptilian eyes open to stare at you.

"Is there a reason you's botherin' Croc?"