Post by Waylon Jones on Jun 8, 2021 15:54:44 GMT -5
And there is was. Oswald's gnarled, toothy grin. Creep could give the Joker a run for his money in the freaky smile department. He snorted, and nearly bust into laughter once the doctor that Oswald either blackmailed or bribed brought on over the certification. Once he had stabilized himself, Croc pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
"You gotta be kidding me here Oz. You really think anyone is going to believe this? The Killer Croc running around as an average everyday citizen. Like one punch in the face from the bat won't send me back here regardless if I'm patched up or not. Nobody accepted me like that before I was a monster, and now you think this cruddy piece of paper is going to change that? I ain't Nygma or Wesker, no way I'd pass off as yer average Joe Schmoe."
As Croc finished his little speech, he picked up Cobblepot's pen, holding it in his hand, tapping the edge of it against his thumb in contemplation. He knew working for Penguin would have it's drawbacks. Working for anyone in Gotham did. Still, there were worse than Oswald. He was the only one who might relate to his condition. Not that he had a shred of sympathy that is. He was more likely to keep on the down low, and wasn't quite as murderous as the clown. Cobblepot may have no sense of morality, but at the very least he was good on his word. That's more than you can say for most of the Gotham crime families.
It was not like he had a lot of options anyways.
and thus, Croc signed his deal with the devil.
Oswald Cobblepot
"You gotta be kidding me here Oz. You really think anyone is going to believe this? The Killer Croc running around as an average everyday citizen. Like one punch in the face from the bat won't send me back here regardless if I'm patched up or not. Nobody accepted me like that before I was a monster, and now you think this cruddy piece of paper is going to change that? I ain't Nygma or Wesker, no way I'd pass off as yer average Joe Schmoe."
As Croc finished his little speech, he picked up Cobblepot's pen, holding it in his hand, tapping the edge of it against his thumb in contemplation. He knew working for Penguin would have it's drawbacks. Working for anyone in Gotham did. Still, there were worse than Oswald. He was the only one who might relate to his condition. Not that he had a shred of sympathy that is. He was more likely to keep on the down low, and wasn't quite as murderous as the clown. Cobblepot may have no sense of morality, but at the very least he was good on his word. That's more than you can say for most of the Gotham crime families.
It was not like he had a lot of options anyways.
and thus, Croc signed his deal with the devil.
Oswald Cobblepot
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