This is my re-imagined origin story for one of Batman's most monstrous villains, Killer Croc.
Waylon Jones was born into the home of an abusive and poor house hold that was located in Blackwater bayou, situated in the Deep South in a location long since forgotten about by the people thriving in the monolithic cityscapes.
Waylon was born with an extremely rare skin condition know as Harlequin Ichthyosis, a mutation in the ABCA12 gene formed with Epidermolytic hyperkeratosis. A condition within the same Ichthyosis family.
His father (who along with his mother was an extreme alcoholic) considered him a monster at first sight, his father hated the child with such furosity and contempt and continued to blame his child for pushing him to drink more and more as the years past.
His mother was a borish woman and a lady who would gladly sell her body to bring in the money to feed their various addictions and please her husband.
As Waylon aged his condition would grow worse, causing his skin to form scale like plates. As they would harden and tough this would leave Waylon in tremendous pain, causing the young infant to cry out in constant agony and distress only to be retorted by a barrage of verbal abuse from both parents, both neither cared nor worried about the agony of their mutated child. The older Waylon got the more vicious his treatment became, his father felt that the chance to finally strike his freakish child was a reward for the years they had to tolerate his monstrous cries. His parents kept him locked away in their desheveled wooden shack never to step foot outside, out of fear of someone seeing the monster they had brought into this world. Their fears were not out of concern for poor Waylon, but more a selfish and callous fear of no person wanting to pay Waylons mother for sex after seeing how cursed the woman had become. They were a cruel and unforgiving pair, His twisted parents found great pleasure in scalding and burning their child with cigarettes etc and other imaginative and torturous ways to test his thick growing scales.
As Waylon approached 13 he had become tall and sickly in colour with large thick, sore and hardening scales all over his body. Due to reasons beyond natural medicine. The child had grown to the height of 6ft tall, but remains slender in build. He was clothed in nothing but a tattered old pair of trousers his father had retreived from a dead homeless man. His mother would spend more and more time on the streets out of disgust of her child, leaving him home with nothing but his hate filled and aggressive father. Waylon's Father would chain his son up in the basement when ever he would go out, just to make sure his son would never leave. One day Waylon slipped lose from his restraints and tip toed up the stairs, he discovered his growing strength by the ease he broke down the triple bolted door keeping him locked down there. As a curious child he crept over to a window and opened the curtain to finally feel the sun on his sore face, little did he know his father was being dropped home from a hunting trip with all of his friends trucks pulled up outside the house. The curtain pole broke, the noise instantly drew everyone's attention that direction. All of his fathers friends saw the child looking from the window, he fired his rifle into the air and told his friends as a warning to leave grunting, "I'll take care of it!".
Waylons father rushed into the house and began beating the child mercilessly, he threw Waylon back down the basement stairs bloodied and crying. He stomped down the stairs after his son and began kicking the child and punching him continuously. Waylon cried out in the pain "I just wanted to make friends!" But his father ignored this and went to retrieve yet more chains and restrained his son once more shouting "you'll stay down here for good now you freak!" Slamming the door behind him. His father left the house and climbed into his truck to go look for the boy's mother now that their secret is out. Waylons father found his wife and dragged her back home, he threw her through the door and instantly began shouting at her blaming her for the monster she birthed. He beat her and shouted at her continuously as Waylon listened in the basement, the child was becoming angry at the sound of his mother being harmed. Regardless of the neglect from his mother he still loved her for the small acts of kindness she may or may not have accidentally displayed over the years. He could hear her screams of pain crying out for help. Waylon could feel the razor sharp teeth forming in his mouth and razor sharpe claws emerging from his finger tips as the anger pumped through his veins. He broke free from the restraints and ran upstairs and smashed through the door instantly once more, as he stood there panting and snarling he saw his father stood over his mothers lifeless body and without a moments hesitation, charged at his father. His overwhelming strength made it easy to over power his father, he clawed and bit at his father until he was an unrecognisable mess on the floor. Waylon stood up and began to cry at the act he had just committed out of primal rage. The child feeling disgusted trashed his home and set it ablaze to destroy all evidence, he then fled into the marshland crying "I only wanted to be loved!" But he wished to remove himself from anywhere he could do harm.
Waylon was kidnapped in his sleep that first night by a band of nomads who sold the boy off to a traveling freak show. Here he would spend 7 years moving around from place to place being stared at and prodded and poked, he spent many of his days practicing his marksman ship with all manor of weaponry including guns, bow and arrow etc. he also befriended all the younger members of their group who's parents had died at the hands of their captor, he found peace in teaching the children to care for the animals they traveled with.
The freak shows owner was a mad doctor that thrived on experimenting on his "freaks!" Here Waylon would've been filled with all sorts of potions and toxin and injected with all manor of concoctions, it was this time Waylon discovered he had an immunity to all poisons, toxins and illnesses. His scales had began to form a more green, reptilian pigment and they had hardened so much so that the doctor could no longer penetrate them, he even experimented with gun fire of all kinds. Luckily for Waylon this is also where he learned that the vulnerable parts on his body such as his face and palms etc could heal from any damage sustained almost instantly. At the age of 20 he was almost 9 feet tall and his body had taken on a more muscular and intimidating form. The doctor put Waylon through rigerous tests during his moments on stage as the main act, he discovered through these tests that Waylon had developed superhuman strength as well as speed, agility, stamina, durability and senses. Even though Waylon was a gentle soul the doctor could see the potential threat within him, he clothed Waylon in a shaggy pair of denim jeans and a vest as a last act of kindness as that night slavers from Gotham City came into their camp for the prize they had been promised. Whilst Waylon slept the men set up a large mobile solid steel containment trap and sprung it, enclosing him with no chance of escape. They took their prize as the doctor did his payment and they loaded Waylon onto a cargo ship in a thick metal shipping container and lowered it into the cargo hold, as the door was slammed shut behind him the shipping order read, "for the order of one Doctor Hugo Strange.
Waylon awoke in a somewhat weaker shipping container than the trap used to catch him, his strength now grown to superhuman levels, the only upside to Waylons situation was that no one knew of the power he possessed. He pulled out a photo he held onto of him and the children playing with the animals they had all looked after, with a deep breath he gave into the raging beast within him and tore through the container like a hot knife through butter. He escaped his captivity and slaughtered every slaver on that ship, his brute strength and razor sharp teeth and claws cut a bloody path through the large vessel. After he had finished killing every last slaver he made his way back through releasing every last captive declaring them free people, some who tried to attack him met the same fate as the slavers, "y'all are free men now! You answer to no man!" He shouted as he turned and dove into the cold Icey waters. Waylons natural abilities kick in and as an expert swimmer he made his way to the docks of Gotham City.
Waylon lept out of the water onto the docks to find a small collective of mobster looking men moving crates of weapons and drugs from various containers, the men were all dressed in black with leather jackets that had little patches of a penguin stitched into their sleeves. Waylon was spotted by one man who opened fire but the bullet ricochet off of his hardened scales. Due to his fast reflexes and superhuman speed he managed to corral them like cattle into one shipping container where nothing was to be heated but gunfire and screams as they taunt the monster.
A few hours past when a fleet of black cars arrive at the docks, a short beaky looking man in a fancy winter coat and top hat steps out of the central car using an umbrella as a walking stick, this man goes by the name of Oswald Cobblepot. This man is the proprietor of the Iceberg Lounge and one of Gotham Cities most ruthless and notorious criminals. armed gangsters exit all the cars wearing the same penguin branded jackets as those that had been slain by Waylon. Cobblepot and his men patrolled the docks and discover Waylon alone and blood soaked in one of the containers with a mournful and regret filled look on his face, "they tried to kill me!" Is all Waylon whispered. Cobblepot looked the creature up and down and replied, "you will tell me where my missing guns are and I will spare your life. You'll make an excellent attraction to my line up at the Iceberg Lounge. I'll have you chained up and flogged on display and in return you'll get to keep your miserable life!" Waylon let out a growl as he raises his head and stands to his feet, towering over Cobblepot, "I'm no mans slave Penguin!" Waylon snarled as he charged, slamming Cobblepot into the wall of the contain and effortlessly gutted all his armed men leaving only the "Penguin" alive. Waylon turned and smiled as the rain began to pour down, Cobblepot whimpered, "no one calls me Penguin!" as he crawled back deeper into the container hiding in the darkeness in a pool of blood, Waylon simple dove into the Icey water downward to the sewer line where he had previously stashed the crates of weapons Cobblepots men had unloaded.
Waylon spent 2 years below the streets of Gotham training his body and mind, practicing his skills in hand to hand combat and marksman ship only to rise to the surface for provisions. He plotted and schemed in his down time for a way to rid the city of the criminal element in the hopes that the world would finally see him as the hero he wished he could be, not the monster everyone saw. He clothed him self with items he would find in various charity bins around the city, he needed to do this regularly to help contain his rapidly growing and evolving body as he now stood at 10 feet tall with the a collasal and hulking body.
Waylon spent his years slowly thinning the ranks of Gothams underworld, he went after the gangs associated with the like of Two-Face, the riddler, the joker etc until he reached every last one. He would offer the men a simple choice, side with him all lose your life. He did this until all the gang member is Gotham answered to him, he ordered all the gang members to return to their bases and take out anyone who stood in their way causing a massive gang war wich would serve to distract a local vigilante known as Batman and inevitably lead to the leaders of the respective gangs to flee the city leaving only the Penguin left in town, completely unaware of what caused this. The Penguins arrogance blinded him and made him feel safe, like the king ontop the mountain.
On that blood soaked night as the streets of Gotham lay in panick, stained red with the blood of Gothams criminal world. Waylon took this opportunity and marched his forces directly for the Iceberg lounge for a full frontal attack, met hastily by Penguins men armed to the teeth. Whilst everyone was distracted Waylon emerged from a sewer directly below the Iceberg lounge, ripping out of the bathroom floor taking Penguin by surprise. He slaughtered every man unlucky enough to be barricaded in there with them leaving the Penguin alive once more, "you think I'm the monster that should be caged old man? Let's see how you feel when they take you back in a box!" Waylon snarled in reply with his face lent closely in as Penguin whimpered and snivelled. Waylon imprisoned Penguin in a glass container in an ironic attempt to subdue him for the GCPD.
As Waylon takes pride in his pay off a back door blew open and Gothams Dark Knight emerges, Waylon turned round with a growl taken by surprise. Batman simply notices the Penguin and all the dead bodies and in a harsh gravely tone states, "this ends tonight Croc!" the Dark Knight appropriately nicknames Waylon and launched a handfull smoke pellets and baterangs at the hulking creature before him. Waylon already angered and rilled up from the night exhausting battles that night and the animalistic, primal rage filling his veins, began struggling with the raging beast inside of him and lashed out towards Batman. The two battled ardoulsly delivering crippling blows to one another as they tore through the Iceberg Lounge.
The battle reached the building top where Waylons rage led to his down fall, batman used this weakness against him and led him to the edge of the gapping hole in the roof from which Waylon erupted during the fight. Batman brought Waylon to his knees above the hole and grunted, "what are you?" Waylon snarled and fought out one sentence, "I'm just a man!" Batman grunts out a responce as he struggles for breath, "This bloodshed ends tonight, you think you're saving this city but just look at it burn. You've killed hundreds of men and endangered the entire city! You've set this city on fire and indangered the lives of every inocent man woman and child in this city! You started this gang war and I'm shutting it down! You're nothing but a killer, croc!" the Dark Knight added and with one large kick delivered from an exhausted Batman, "killer croc" was sent plummeting downwards through the Iceberg lounge and plunged back into the merky waters of the sewer from where he came.
Waylon's personality dramatically changed that day, beaten and reject by everyone and disgusted at the acts he commited that day, he turned to a life of crime and spent years making it his life's effort to escape and get his revenge on the men that broke his spirit, crushed his soul and most importantly the man he blamed for his fall into madness, Batman. Killer Croc as he was known from that day ended up imprisoned in Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane, finally succumbed to the raging beast inside of him, he paces his cell more monster than man now. He no longer dreams of a world that will accept him and welcome him into society, he only dreams of a world in flames with him rulling the city. He is by no means a dumb or slow man but uses his highly tuned intellect to plan his eventual take over of Gotham City, he has repressed all traces of humanity inside of him out of fear of suffering the humiliation of being an outcast. He gave into the ragging beast inside and now hungers for more blood shed.
After biting various limbs off of guards, Killer Croc was moved to an extremely high security unit. He now resides in closd of steel box with over 30 large, thick iron chains keeping him completely restrained and held to the floor. He remains a broken and twisted monster, all humanity and peace that he once held onto had been washed away with the torrent of blood now on his hands. He now sits waiting for the day he can rise from the filth once more and truely set the beast free.