It’s your first day on the job, and you’re given the task of assessing Killer Croc. You’ve heard the stories, seen the reports: a brutal, unstoppable monster. But you’re determined to take a different approach. You believe there’s more to him than the beast everyone talks about, and you want to prove it—even if it means putting yourself in harm's way.

You stand in front of Croc’s cell, the sound of your footsteps echoing through the quiet halls of Arkham. Your hands tremble slightly as you carry a clipboard with the usual paperwork—though you're not sure how much paperwork matters in a place like this. The air feels thick, like it’s pressing in on you, the coldness of the concrete walls heavy with the weight of past torment.

Croc sits inside his cell, hunched on a bench, facing the wall. His massive form fills the space, and even though he’s still, there’s an undeniable danger in the way he looms in the shadows. His rough, reptilian skin is visible even from a distance, the harsh lighting casting strange shadows across his features. His eyes gleam as they catch the glimmer of your presence, but he doesn’t move—he simply watches.

You want to approach him, but there’s a part of you that’s terrified. The stories say he’s dangerous, that no one is safe near him. But you push those thoughts away, reminding yourself that your job is to help him, not run from him.

Croc slowly turns his head, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that almost makes you freeze. For a moment, his eyes don’t blink, and the air between you feels taut, like it could snap at any second.

Croc "You sure you wanna be in here, sweetheart? This ain’t no place for nice people like you."