Gang Gang||Croc&Tigress
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Killer Croc stood in the shadows, sniffing at the air to scan his surroundings. He was waiting on one of Roy's friend, a meeting that had been set up in secrecy. As the towering metahuman waited, a low growl escaped his lips. How did he end up here? Helping out fools in tights at every corner. Was that his life now? Was he a Super Friend? Why did he even bother? Could he even trust them? Who told him this vigilante wouldn't turn him in to Waller the minute he was done aiding her?
However, the thought of Roy quieted his worries at once. Roy Harper would never betray Waylon, he was sure of it. The thought of the younger male stole a small smile from the seven footer. A lot of his past insecurities and wounds had yet to heal, but he could never deny how blessed he felt to have Roy. It was strange... To have live so many decades in total solitude, and yet find happiness in being accepted and look at as something else other than a monster.
Pulling a piece of cloth from his ripped jeans' pocket, Waylon inhaled its scent before tossing it aside. Thirty minutes later, the scent reached him once more. "You're late," Killer Croc growled lowly. "You might be a villain, but we still punctual," Waylon reprimanded, feeling like a different type of Sponsor.
