King Waylon Jones

"Sometimes, you don't get a choice. Sometimes, you're forced to be a product of your environment."

[kingcrocjones]

nxgmaus‌:

‘ hey, it’s called precaution. you did try to strangle me in front of hundreds of witnesses. ’ edward answered matter-of-factly, followed by a low, dark chuckle. ‘ i did not enjoy that, by the way, waylon. i thought we could be civil with each other. but since you couldn’t help getting physical, a little DISTANCE is required. ’

edward leaned back and listened to the gargle and grumble from the other end of the line. his fingers drumming against the hardwood desk, exuding patient anticipation — and there it was. nygma’s lips curled at the expected question, wherever he treaded slightly over the line to the side of the public good.

‘ the pursuit of truth is hardly an exclusive right to the heroes, croc. one of the greatest lies is them making you believe that it is — that only they know what is right, only benefits resulted from selfless acts are justified. that they have your best interest at heart … when they only pity you, at best. ’ he answered evenly, with a serious edge cutting through his voice.

he let the words hang for a moment, before adapting a more chipper tone as he went on to explain, ‘ i don’t pretend to be heroic. i have an interest in this case, and i believe you do too. we can both benefit from working together, that is all. after all, i have the brains, and you have a certain … skillsets that can be useful —- i need more samples from the explosion, but most of the original sites have expired overtime. the elements washed away … into the sewers. nobody has a better understanding and access to the modern sewer system than you. i would like you to collect some samples for me. are you still in new york? ’

When the Riddler mentioned their latest meeting, Waylon sighed exasperatedly. "You... Have you forgotten why I act this way with you?" The depowered metahuman growled into the microphone, his free hand tightening into a fist. Chuckling at the man's words, he took a furtive look around. "Yous sure? I swear yous a glutton for punishment... Can't even help it, you, mouth won't stop," he pointed out. "Either way, the further, the better..."

Although, as the green-suited rogue spoke again, the chuckle that past Waylon's lips turned bitter. Had the Riddler found out that he'd been working with the Batman? This teasing or threatening was going to win him any brownie points. Taking a seat on a lonely park bench, Waylon sat back as he noted the change in the other's tone. His now more chipper attitude was more annoying to Waylon than his previous mild hostility. "You asking for help," Waylon stated. "This is what it has all been about?" All about Edward Nygma getting some muscle on his side.

"Yous keep saying I have an interest in this when I've said the complete opposite, you," Waylon pointed out, closing his eyes tightly to attempt to control his blinding anger. "I been literally done told you, I aint gotta single worry nor thought about the why." He sighed once more, shaking his head to himself. "I'm in Gotham now, I'll be taking the train back to New York in a few hours... What I gotta do when I get to New York?" He finally gave in. "But this just employment. And Ima be charging," Waylon specified.

[lankybrunettepartdeux]

Harley Quinn #37

…God dammit, Eddie.

[kingcrocjones]

@nxgmaus

@notyourpenguin

[kingcrocjones]

notyourpenguin‌:

Oswald found himself a bit curious as to why Waylon had a bit of a limp but when the other wasn’t forthcoming with any more of an answer he knew he shouldn’t push it. He had to admit while justifiably one could be terrified of Killer Croc there was always that pulled Oswald away from the typical way of acting around the other. he was still a person regardless of his old eating habits and outer appearance. “Glad to know it wasn’t our friend that did it” He replied softly.

He nodded his head, it wasn’t shocking to hear that the Bats had all but taken Waylon under his wing since waking up like this. It was strange, to say the least, that a person such as him would wake up almost completely human. “Sounds like Batman has helped you a great deal since we’ve last spoken, I’m glad to hear Waylon, that place doesn’t look well on either of us”

He grimaced a bit at the other’s words, it was true Edward had over the years become an acquired taste to some of the Rogues. But to him they were always close nothing could really break up the friendship they’d build over years. “I’ll see what I can do, Edward usually heeds my advice, and I’ll see to it that he leaves you be for now” he replied before nodding his head, it wasn’t normal that Waylon ever asked him for anything so he saw little problem in ensuring his safety should it come to that. “Of course Waylon, I have numerous safe houses stashed everywhere. I’m sure should the need arise” He paused writing down a number on a piece of paper. “You call this number and I’ll take care of everything else promise.”  

At the mobster’s choice of words, Waylon Jones chuckled sourly. For old time’s sake and a certain loyalty to Penguin, he tried his best not to put down the Riddler too much while speaking to him. Especially knowing the depths of their friendship. However, Edward Nygma was no friend of his. Waylon wasn’t all too great at the forgiving and forgetting, although he did his best... Otherwise, he doubted he would even had allowed the Bat to attempt to get him a job and a new sentence. He was attempting to forgive the human race and find his place among them... However, there were insults made by some he would never be able to forget.

“For now...” He said with a chuckled. “I’s think I done fucked this up now... The Bats was cool with helping, he, but yous know how he is.” Regardless of their history, and of how helpful he had been since the depowering--and even before when he had taken down and brought Iron Height’s horrible experiments to light--Batman would not stand by his side if he was ever to find out Waylon had fallen into old habits. 

Taking the number from Oswald, Waylon offered a shy, but sincere smile. “Thanks,” he added lowly. He had never felt at home anywhere... But in that moment, with the Penguin so willing to help, he finally did feel at home. Regardless of how he looked, Gotham seemed to have become his home. 

[kingcrocjones]

“Don’t eat that!” asdfjkl

The depowered metahuman looked back at the familiar voice exclaiming an order at him. "Ivy?!" He exclaimed, wondering how she had found him. His cravings had gotten worst since that blurry night in the sewers. Cooked meals didn't cut it anymore, and even though Waylon had recently taken to eating raw packaged meat, he needed something more. On his way to the halfway house from his security guard job, Waylon had spotted and captured a racoon. As it wriggled in his large hands, he had been about to take a bite out of it when Poison Ivy had shouted at him. "Um.." He dropped the racoon. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, looking down shamefully.

[kingcrocjones]

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.” from kara (@hopeofkrypton)

Waylon Jones nibbled on the alien's wrist, blinking momentarily when she scolded him, although he did not let go. He grumbled wordlessly, resuming his nibbling. After a few moments, the depowered metahuman stopped and took a step back. "Yous real tough," he pointed out. "That done feel like I been chewing on steel," Waylon described thoughtfully as his head tilted. Looking at her, the rehabilitating felon realized she could be his chew toy... But he quickly dismissed the idea. After all, as she had said about the biting, it was probably rude as well to ask for her to fill that position.

[kingcrocjones]

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

Waylon Jones looked back at the voice demanding answers from him. Hearing the questions, the depowered metahuman began to chew faster as the caped crusader launched at him. "Stop!" Waylon exclaimed with his mouth full, using his legs to keep the vigilante away as he continued to chew. "It's raw meat!" He exclaimed, shoving the half eaten cow steak he had been hiding at Batman to stop him from forcing his mouth open. "Its fucking raw meat!"

[kingcrocjones]

“Trust me, I definitely understand.“

The depowered metahuman looked at the other. "Do you really?" He asked. So far, he couldn't tell whether he was just a stranger at the bar, or if they had met before... Perhaps he was talking too much thanks to the liquor and cannabis, and the other seemed to connect with him due to the liquor as well and whatever else he might be on... Or maybe he had, as Waylon had, been depowered by the events of February 1st. After all, why else would he agree with Waylon in finding the transition hard to get used to? Waylon knew he probably shouldn't be so open with it, especially aince the attack on the festival. But Waylon didn't fear much. And even in his state, the former Gothamite rogue was confident he couls take a few mere humans in a fight.

[kingcrocjones]

“I’m always watching. I just wanted to tell you in person.”

Waylon Jones narrowed his gaze, looking at the Batman suspiciously. "I ain't find that strange somehow, me," the depowered metahuman admitted grumpily. As long as Waylon had known the caped crusader, he had always been one step ahead of everybody. In fact, there had only been a few individuals who had been one step ahead of the Dark Knight... And even those few had fallen. "Thanks though, Bats," he added sarcastically. "I promise I've been on my best behavior..."

[kingcrocjones]

notyourpenguin‌:

Oswald always held a fondness for Waylon, the man had been dealt a rather bad hand in life but that didn’t mean one should treat him with human cruelty. He found himself smiling when the other smiled around him allowing himself to relax, he always wanted to give the other a nice relaxed atmosphere whenever he came into his club. 

He had to admit he wondered what Waylon thought about his change, the man who was so used to looking one way only to wake up with a much more human face and body. He found himself hoping it didn’t hurt his friend’s mental state before looking towards the leg. “Edward didn’t hurt your leg, did he?” He asked curiously before listening to just what had been going on with his riddled friend, surely he had to know that Waylon wasn’t the type to enjoy being poked and prodded. “So you’ve enlisted the help of bats? I can’t say I’m surprised the man is a bit more trustworthy than Nygma. I can understand why he is a bit obsessed with the whole depowered thing, it’s pretty fascinating” He paused a moment before smiling softly “ But That doesn’t give him the right to try and force you into an uncomfortable position” He replied knowing he’d take Waylon’s side in this. 

He just needs to figure out how he could word it to Edward without the other taking offense after all the man was brilliant and wouldn’t take to a fellow rogue trusting the bats over him.

When Oswald mentioned his leg, Waylon's expression darkened. "Nah," he answered shortly. So far, only Claire Temple had knowledge of the situation and perhaps... Not all the facts. He knew Oswald cared for him, but he wasn't sure how the Penguin might take it. Of course, his appetites were well-known, especially within the underworld they both had been a part of. But with Waylon's new look came the thought that he no longer held the same diet as before, he'd learnt that early on. However, at his age, the switch had been hard... And that faithful night had shown him just how hard. Old habits, after all, died hard.

"He helped me," Waylon clarified. "When I's woke up lookin like this, cops called the Bat," he explained. "He been the one working on my re-release," he struggled with his words. "He gots me a job in New York City, he. Gots the courts to gimme parole. I's just repaying." That way, the Bat couldn't hold anything over his head...

"Riddler and I ain't got the best history." And if Waylon had to be honest, he just didn't like the creepy little dude... Either way, he hoped Oswald handled it before he got his hands on the man himself. Although, there was something else weighing in his mind. "I's do got something else to talk to you about, me..." He paused looking for the words. "I did something... Might needa dis-disappear if word gets out..." So far, he didn't really know Claire. But as much as he liked her, Waylon knew she was a good person... Too good to get mixed up with the likes of him. So good, he expected she would turn him in to the authorities... But he didn't want to go back to Arkham or prison.

[kingcrocjones]

notyourpenguin‌:

Oswald found himself shocked, he’d known Killer Croc for what seemed like ages yet this male before he was hardly the picture that he was sure on his file. Gone was his crocodile skin and almost monster facial features and instead replaced with a person who had more of a human face. He was glad to see the male hadn’t lost his gruffiness and abrasiveness when what some would call returning to normal. It was hard to miss that the other needed to talk to him or that he seemed to have to hurt his ankle which of course Oswald would need to ensure that no one was hurting someone he thought to be one of his closest friends. 

“Waylon Jones, talk about getting a new look for this century” He replied chuckling softly as the other got straight to the point. It was rare for their group to be able to deal with Edward as close as he could. The Riddler was always one to think he was the smartest person in the room, of course, while that could be true it didn’t account for the fact most of there friends were ten times stronger than either of them and very much capable of doing physical harm. “Well now that is very unsettling, Are you telling me the Riddler is attempting to experiment on you dear friend? that will not do” He replied before moving his hand to offer the other a seat across from him. “Talk to me Waylon, what has been going on with that green bean.” 

Seeing Oswald Cobblepot’s reaction to his new appearance was rather soothing. He’d been far more nervous about meeting Harley and Ivy with his new look--especially Ivy, seeing as they both had bonded in their hatred of humanity and their inability to accept that which looked different. Either way, seeing an old friend who caused him no shame but seemed to rejoice as Waylon had when he’d woken up in a body his mother would’ve loved... Pulling his hands from his pockets, Waylon allowed himself to smile as he opened his arms as if to give Oswald a better view.

When offered a seat, Waylon limped towards it and took it. He remembered being in the Penguin’s lounge plenty of times, but never had he been able to enjoy it, nor sit in one of his fancy chairs... And now, he could. Although as to what Riddler had exactly been up to was a mystery to Waylon. He kept himself away from the green freak, regardless of how many times he called Waylon and followed him around. He took a moment to reply... Ever since the Iron Height Penitentiary fiasco, Waylon could visualize what he wanted to say, but his mouth seemed to betray him and his words didn’t come out right... Since he had begun the rehabilitation program the courts had put him in, they had taught him to take his time to speak in order to deal with that issue. “He been obsessed with the depowering thing, he,” Waylon began. “I’s already got the Bat running tests on me. And as much as I hates him, I trust the Bat more than I do Riddler,” Waylon stated firmly. 

Perhaps Penguin could keep Riddler at bay, after all, they were rather close... Closer than anyone else was with the riddle-vomiting weirdo. Maybe Penguin could talk Riddler into leaving Waylon alone, or at the very least, Oswald could keep Riddler from performing any heinous experiments upon him.  

[nxgmaus]

@kingcrocjones

‘ joooones — my favorite crocodilian cannibal, have you reconsidered what i said? ’ purring into the cellphone, ed drummed his fingers against the wooden desk in his riddle factory office. he turned on his heels in a small spin until his rear was resting against the edge of the desk instead, ‘ it was QUITE a scene after you and i parted ways at the festival. do you believe me now that this was bigger than all of us? ’

he paused, remembering the attack. ed’s dark eyes glanced across the table to a small glass dome, under the dome was an empty bullet shell which once contained the depowering serum. he kept at hand as a sample, and a reminder of the gravity of the situation. ‘ … it is time to work together, not against each other. ’

[kingcrocjones]

... Shout! Shout at the Devil! He’s the wolf screaming lonely in the night. He’s the blood stain on the stage. He’s the tear in your eye-- “Yea?” Waylon Jones answered the unknown number calling his mobile phone. Although the voice at the other end of the line turned out to be obnoxiously familiar. As the Riddler spoke, Waylon growled lowly to himself. He should’ve never given that freak his number, he now realized. Waylon made a mental note to never speak to Riddler again while under cannabis influence. “Yous enjoying speaking while outta reach, ain’t you?” the depowered metahuman questioned grumpily. 

As the other continued to speak, Waylon sighed as he got the urge to hang up. However, something kept the depowered metahuman on the line. Riddler spoke of the attacks on the festival, and although Waylon had been long gone, he hadn’t been able to shield himself from the various news and reports on the matter. On the radio, on the TV, on the newspapers... You could find at least one article on the matter regardless of how much time it had been since the occurrence. As Riddler finalized his words with a proposal, Waylon let out a deep chuckle. “Since when you doin hero work, you?” the rehabilitating rogue questioned the other. “Don’t even matter. I ain’t really care, me.... Guess I’m tryna say... what you want from me?”

[ofkingpenguin]

Oswald waved his hand so that his employees would leave the office. he sighed and looked up at the intruder to his club. “ Geeze, Some people just don’t respect privacy anymore. Please sit, I didn’t get your name?… let’s have a chat since you’ve barged right in here”

[kingcrocjones]

He hadn't want to come back to Gotham, but after his conversation with the Riddler and his latest relapse episode, Waylon Jones felt it was only right... Even if just for a few days. Thankfully, the rehabilitation program had employees with the competence of Arkham Asylumn's old staffing members--that is, before Wayne Enterprises took over and cleaned house. Although he knew Ivy was well aware of the green freak's plotting, he knew the annoying rogue wouldn't listen to her like he would Oswald... Which is what brought him to the Iceberg Lounge that night. Limping slightly from a recovering ankle, Waylon pulled his hood over his head as he entered the lounge. He got a few seductive grins as he walked by... To him, however, it was just people looking at him, and he had always hated been stared at.

As he went to enter the office, a few employees attempted to stop him... Of course they didn't recognize him, he shouldn't had been surprised. And yet, he was angered by it. Although depowered, Waylon was still intimidating and strong. It wasn't long before he was limping into the office. As Penguin dismissed his employees, his words ripped a chuckle from his lips and he pulled his hood off, his hand buried in the pockets of his hoodie. "We dos needa chat," he countered. "The Riddler won't leave me be, he. I ain't gon be no one else's experiment, Oswald," he growled lowly--a growl worthy of Killer Croc, not Waylon Jones.

[kingcrocjones]

nghtnvrsc‌ :

the attack on the metacon festival left claire shaken, once again solidifying that the world was truly changing. super heroes and super villains on the streets, out in plain sight, alien weapons and mystical powers being the new nuclear warheads. meeting spider-man, mera, and the man in the alley all compounded the feeling of some encroaching, larger than life event. and then there was jones — the killer croc.

claire sat down by the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee, touching her laptop trackpad to wake up the screen where she continued to stare at the online job posting site. her phone lit up unexpectedly. when she put the speaker to her ear, the heavy, ragged breathing set a cold chill up her spine. ‘ who —- …? ’

a few keywords clued her in — manhole. sewers. medical attention … ‘ mr. jones? ’ claire sprung up onto her feet. her heart pounding against her chest as her feet went on autopilot, taking him to the closet to pull out the go-bag she’d began to keep in there since the crime-fighting vigilantes turned her life upside down. holding the phone between her ear and shoulder, she grabbed her keys and jacket at the door while speaking into the phone, ‘ jones, talk to me. what happened? can you stay on the phone? ’

she tried to keep the other talking while she gathered the last couple of items — taking her metal claws off the hook on the wall, she slid them into the outer pocket of the go-bag and she’s out the door. this was an unusual house-call after all. she could never be too careful.

‘ i’m on my way. i’ll be there in a few minutes. ’ she threw the bag into the back of the yellow cab and handed the address to the driver, throwing in a tip upfront for motivation. ‘ can you move? is anybody else with you? ’

She asked for his name, and Waylon groaned after putting the phone away from himself. He was hurting bad, more than he usually did... "Waylon, please," he managed to say into the phone. Although social queues had never being a strength of his, Waylon could tell the nurse was panicking. He didn't know how to calm her, how to help sooth her fear and worry. Humans were strange beings... They were guilty of horrid crimes, but they could also be gentle and caring... Some, even of those they knew nothing about. The nurse was such person, and he didn't want her panicking for his sake--a murderer.

"I can't remember, me..." The depowered metahuman admitted shamefully, leaning against a wall and slowly sliding to the ground. "I don't think it's too bad," he admitted. "My ankle don't work," he said, his breathing labored. "Cuts on my body," he added, a hand pressing against his chest and coming back sticky with bloody. The pain though... Although his genetic condition caused him to live his life in excruciating pain, the cuts and damaged ankle added pain he had never experienced before in his lifetime.

"Just me," he answered her question. "Can't walk on my ankle, me..." He pulled his phone from his ear, taking deep breaths to compose himself. And for the first time since his depowering, he wished he was still Killer Croc. He wished he was still the monster his poor mother gave birth to...

[kingcrocjones]

WXYZ Radio

Shuffle Mix

1. Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park

2. Awfully Deep by Roots Manuva

3. Chin High by Roots Manuva

4. Been to Hell by Hollywood Undead

5. Kill Everyone by Hollywood Undead

6. Numb by Linkin Park

7. Burn It Down by Linkin Park

8. Sit Down by Kevin Gates

9. Bitches Love Me by Lil Wayne

10. Kush by Lil Wayne

11. Beat the Shit by Lil Wayne

12. God Bless Amerika by Lil Wayne

13. Not Afraid by Eminem

14. American Psycho by D12

15. Amityville by D12

[kingcrocjones]

A Product of Environment

1. Heathens by 21 Pilots

2. Walk These Shoes by Tech N9ne

3. Twisted by Tech N9ne

4. Point of No Return by Immortal Technique

5. Big Bad Wolf by In This Moment

[kingcrocjones]

nxgmaus‌:

‘ wait wait wait — ’ ed stepped in front of waylon to block his path again, ‘ i get it. you’re in a hurry, so i’ll be brief. aren’t you at least a little concerned about what happened? ’ he moved aside to let the croc pass, but continued to follow the man, ‘ you probably think the cure was more a blessing than a curse, croc, but nothing comes for free or without consequences. gotham should’ve taught you that. how many times have you been manipulated by short term benefit only to pay for it in the long run? and that’s with the people you could see — me, joker, the penguin. do you not wonder one bit about who might be behind the mysterious cure? ’

he was getting a bit breathless chasing after waylon’s longer stride and talking fast at the same time. taking a moment to reconsider his strategy, edward stopped his feet and raised his voice calmly after the still advancing killer croc, ‘ — ivy thought it was worth the consideration. ’

When the Riddler cut his path, Waylon growled deeply, his gaze fixed on his fellow Rogue’s. He listened, but he didn’t want to... However, focusing on the Riddler’s voice made walking through the packed, noisy and bright streets easier. Walking past the former GCPD employee, Waylon sighed deeply as the other continued to speak. If he was truly as intelligent as he liked to brag, Riddler would’ve left him alone... But apparently, since he no longer looked like the croc he had always been, Riddler no longer feared him.

Hearing Ivy’s name being dropped, Waylon stopped cold in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. He had stopped a few feet behind him, looking to Waylon with that stupid little smirk of his... Moving quickly, Waylon closed the gap between himself and the Riddler, a large hand closing tightly around the Gothamite’s throat. “Yous gon listen now, you,” he snarled. “Put your creepy little paws on Ivy and I will eat you while you’re still alive,” he threatened as his grip tightened. “We gon get something else straight, you. Ain’t nobody gonna manipulate me anymore. Fuck whoever did this, and fuck why they did it. I’m set, me,” he promised, finally letting go of the Riddler. He truly felt like grabbing his phone number back...

[kingcrocjones]

ofharleen‌:

There was no doubt about it. His voice confirmed her wild suspicion. It really was him.

Waylon. Waylon freakin’ Jones.

“Yer……” Harley reached out to try and poke his cheek. “Yer so damn…..ugly.” She joked, bursting into a fit of laughter as she reached out to hug him once again. “It’s been too long, Croc.” She wondered if he was relieved, or saddened by what had occured.”Ya wanna go grab a coffee….or….do ya…drink….coffee?” She remembered his….eccentric appetites. Her stomach turned at the thought, wondering if they’d changed or…..stayed the same.

“Or…..were ya planning’ on goin’over to the..thing?” Meaning the carnival.”I have ta’ take a break. a misunda’standin with a…..well, some kid,i guess.” She didn’t feel the need to lie to such an old friend.

When he was close enough, I offered Harley his best smile, watching as it dawned on her. He watched as she reached out, freezing in place as his muscles tensed. Not that Harley hadn’t been kind to him before... it just wasn’t exactly her style... And even if it had been, it wasn’t something he was used to. She poked his cheek, causing Waylon to lean backwards and almost lose his balance. He caught himself, however, and frowned slightly as the next words came out of her mouth. “I admit I done lost lotta things, but I gained sex appeal,” Waylon defended himself, looking at his arms as if double guessing himself. Ultimately, he shook his head to dismiss her criticism. 

Hearing Harley ask if he even drank coffee, Waylon chuckled sincerely. “I been drinkin coffee now,” he admitted. “Eating that shit yall eat too, me.The Bat’s making me go to some group meetings about ad-addiction to help me when I get... those cr-cravings,” he struggled, but still managed to smile. “Waller done did me in for pissin her off,” he explained. 

Looking back at the carnival, Waylon growled lowly. “Like Hell... Just lookin for somethin to munch on, but everything closed. Riddler is here,” he shared. “Done bought me some shit so I’d help him with something, he.” Waylon shook his head. “I ain’t never working with that fool, me.” Although hearing she had gotten into it with a kid, made the depowered metahuman laugh. “Want me to eat him?” Waylon asked teasingly.