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Son of Croc #1
I am well aware of the fact that the lives of myself and the other Gotham rogues are dramatised in numerous graphic novels published around the world, so as a budding writer and artist myself, I thought I would explore a dramatic story of my own creation.
In this story, Killer Croc has fathered a child to Poison Ivy. This first volume explores the deep emotional shock that can come from such a reveal, and the ways in which it would change the lives of all involved. It’s a sensitive issue, so I was careful to handle it gently and with a great deal of respect to people who may have found themselves in a similar position.
I was also wary of ensuring that all characters remain true to the versions of them portrayed in the graphic novels, but as you can see, I also made an effort to flesh out the Poison Ivy character a little more than we often get to see.
I hope you enjoy this first edition that has been several months in the making. I haven’t gone to a publisher yet, but it would certainly be my hope for this story to be shared with a global audience eventually, as I think the themes raised by the novel are universal.
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Oh my, indeed. I’ve been keeping you captive here for just 30 minutes and you’ve already grown stubble. You’re quite a man, Batman. I’m about to fill the room with fear toxin, but I’ll also bring you a razor. You can’t say I’m not a gracious host.
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That’s the third year in a row that Batman has interrupted our annual ScarecrowCon, where like-minded people come together to wear sacks on their heads, talk about psychology and maybe abduct and kill a couple of people along the way. Though I have to admit, he really thought outside the box with his cosplay.
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Ehh…..no mas? Mi chiamo Scarecrow? I’m sorry, I have no idea how I ended up in your country, or what language everyone is speaking. And I’m sorry that I offended your president, but I was informed that “grande stupido asino” was a compliment.
Please let me down. It’s raining and if my mask gets wet it shrinks.
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Really, students? You jump out of your skin when I shoot a flower pot? Who are you, Poison Ivy? You kids are carrying on like I just shot one of my psychology students, and that’s not until next week’s class.
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Coordination is not my skill? Not my skill? Someone clearly didn’t see me on last season’s Dancing with the Rogues? Would someone without coordination have scored 10, 9, 9 and 10 for their waltz? No!
Someone without coordination would have scored 3, 2, 3 and 4 for their waltz! That’s right, Killer Croc, I’m talking about you! You’re lucky you were saved by the fan vote.
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Like Aristotle says, “We are what we repeatedly do.” Which I guess makes me your mother!
Haha, that zinger always gets them. Except when the person I’m saying it to is my mother….suggesting I do my own grandmother….damn it, sometimes I think I’m the one who needs a psychologist.
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It may be “Outstanding!” to you, Joker, but that entire pot of tofu was completely ruined. Not my fault that Batman is unwilling to open himself up to some healthy non-meat alternatives.
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I know I shouldn’t give in to peer pressure, but….that mask gives pretty great advice. Plus, I don’t have all that many friends, and I really want him to like me. If mask stops hanging out with me, that just leaves gloves, shoes and underpants as my only remaining buddies.
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Have a sniff, Batman. It’s my latest fragrance, with an alluring french twist. I can it “Le Fear Toxin”. Wear it on a dinner date. Wear it to a job interview. Wear it when you once again fail to defeat The Scarecrow as you are consumed by the memories of your parents dying before your eyes.
And as I strike the fatal blow, the final words you hear shall be “This is the end for you, Batman. You are defeated. But you smell just like a field of wild flowers.”
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