Another day, another...aww, t'hell wi'dit.
Large, green, scaly, scowling, that's the distinct and typical manner of Waylon Jones, known better to Gotham as Killer Croc. His attitude is rarely sunny, and this evening his temper is burying the needle, past murderous rage.
He just feels the need for mayhem.
Quitting the sewers via a manhole near Fittany's Jewelers, he cracks his knuckles and ponders the best way into the bank, beyond the usual M.O. of busting in the window, yanking out some iron bars, and hoping that the schmuck security guard wants to come out and play.
There's gotta be a better way for a guy to make money and get his homicidal freak on in this lousy town.
He just feels the need for mayhem.
Quitting the sewers via a manhole near Fittany's Jewelers, he cracks his knuckles and ponders the best way into the bank, beyond the usual M.O. of busting in the window, yanking out some iron bars, and hoping that the schmuck security guard wants to come out and play.
There's gotta be a better way for a guy to make money and get his homicidal freak on in this lousy town.