Killer Croc Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

Will you be staying here or . "Here's fine," the Croc said. He grinned. He liked pushing peoples' buttons, and these folks were edgy already. He could tell that no one could figure what to make of him. They knew that he killed people for a living, so his generosity was causing hell on their mental models. He wasn't an easy man to entertain, and this group looked like they could be fun. Tarloh measured the man up. He seemed to be almost brutally open. The Croc didn't appear to holding anything back. Whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn't quite decide. He turned to Robbie.