In this next commission created by Geminisaint: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/geminisaint/ We have the well known DC villain Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc, enemy of Batman, captive at Arkham Asylum, which has just been taken over by The Joker. Little does Croc know, Joker has had something special planned for Croc during the take over so he wouldn't be left out.


This commission was drawn by Geminisaint: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/geminisaint/ and he has given me permission to post it on my gallery.


Killer Croc is from DC comics.


This storyline is very loosely based of the video game Batman: Arkham Asylum.


It was during the middle of the night, at Arkham Asylum all the prisoners were being escorted back to their cells, along with the Joker, who has been captured after holding the mayor hostage at City Hall. Killer Croc, with his upper body all wrapped up in a straitjacket, a shock collar on his neck, and manacles on his feet, was being lead to his cell by a few medical personal and some security guards. "Heh, so Batman brought his prize trophy back, huh? I guess he's real proud to have so many of use here." said Killer Croc. "Just wait till I get my claws on him, then he'll be my prize trophy." continued Croc. "Be quite and keep moving!" yelled one of the security guards. "Yeah Yeah, whatever. Say, aren't some of you new here? I guess that's something to get used to since guards and doctors get early retirements from here all the time, Heh Heh." joked Croc. "One more word and I'll fry you, tough guy!" said one of the security guards holding the remote. Finally, the group got to the special cell for holding Croc, which had a strange new restraint device inside. "Huh, what the hell is this? asked Croc. "It's new standard protocol for you, get onto the table please." said the medical doctor as the other one unlocked the ankle manacles, and the guards deactivated the shock collar. Croc reluctantly got onto the new table with the guards watching his every move. "Really, what is this? A medical bed or some medieval torture device?" protested Croc as the doctors began restraining the reptilian beast. "Like I said, it new protocol, you'll have to get used to it." explained the doctor as he secured the upper body steel restraint. The doctor then restrained Croc's neck to a iron manacle chained to the wall while the other doctor secured his legs with the other steel restraint. The two doctors walked down to the end of the table and slowly closed down the steel ankle stocks on Croc's massive muscular feet. They finally began finishing up by also restraining Killer Croc's toes to the stocks. "Geeeeez! Alright I think I'm restrained now! Don't forget to seal my eyelids shut!" yelled Croc sarcastically. "Alright, all done. You get some rest for the night, and we'll check up on you in the morning." said one of the doctors as they began to head out. "Hmmmm, so what are your guys still doing here?" asked Croc to the remaining guards. "Oh, just remembering one last thing." One of the guards snuck around the other side of the table and suddenly shoved something into Croc's mouth and quickly tied it behind his head. Croc struggled and growled in anger, but he was unable to talk. "That gag should make you shut up. The boss doesn't want his new plaything to call for any help." said the guard cryptically and the guards began walking out of the room. Both confused and angry, Croc pulled and struggled against the restraints, but he could hardly move a muscle. And with that the guards left Croc alone in the cell.


After 47 minutes, Croc was still awake and still angry. What the hell were those guards talking about? He definitely didn't like how the one guy called him plaything. Croc tried to move his body around to try and look for a weakness in the restraints, he couldn't break through the jacket, the neck chain wouldn't budge, and his feet felt like they were covered in concrete. It looks like he has no choice but to wait. Suddenly he heard a faint explosion over head, and also gunfire, was there a riot going on? Without a doubt, Batman should be up there. How annoying, a good riot fight would cheer him up. Several minutes later a very familiar voice was overheard on the announcement microphone. "Grrrrrrrreettings fellow inmates, prisoners, monsters, murderers and lawyers, Ha Ha! It is I, The Joker! And I shall be your wonderful host for tonight! The current warden has taken a sudden leave of absence, so it is my great privilege to take over as Emperor of Joker Asylum! I do hope you all enjoy your time and have fun with maiming and murdering everything in front of you, but do remember to be kind enough to end their lives before they plead for mercy, it get's old quickly. That is all for now." Killer Croc layed on the bed, still angry and frustrated. "Great! The one night their is a Asylum takeover and I'm not out their doing some damage!" Croc grumbled to himself. About a minute later, the mic came back on. "Ah, good evening Croc ol boy!" Croc quickly looked back up to the mic. "I do understand that in your current position that you aren't able to join the party. That's because I couldn't let you get in the way of my plans for tonight so I had some of my guys impersonate some doctors and guards and had you restrained in my brand new toy!" explained Joker. "What! Your behind all that!" Croc growled out the best he could with the gag in his mouth. "But don't feel too bad on missing out on the action. My new toy will provide you with plenty of entertainment during my position as Emperor of Arkham. And better yet, you'll be one of our main attractions once we've cleared up all the problems in out way. Now I'll just leave you with my new device and I'll check up on you in about.......a week or two! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" laughed the Joker as the mic turned off. Before Croc could vent out any more anger, the two tv screens on the side of the bed were turned on, which were showing both of Croc's big scalie stocked feet! He had no idea what was going on.


Confused at what was going on or what was going to happen, Croc once again struggled against the restraints. Suddenly he heard a noise in the room, but nobody was inside, it sounded like some sort of machinery. Croc looked back to the screens and saw that there was some sort of mechanical appendage with a fork on it's tip appear from below his right foot! Even more confused, Croc tried to shake and wiggle his right foot a much as he can but the fork arm began to scratch around the middle of his sole. Croc lightly growled at the feeling of the fork on his soft sole, it felt strange, kind of funny even. "Hr hr hr hr hr hr hr hr heh heh heh heh heh! Mmph Mrrrrr Grmh!{Hey! What's That!} Grrrrrrrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhr heh heh he he he he he!" Croc made small chortles as he watched the fork scrap up and down his long soft scalie foot. It wasn't long before another appendage appeared from the left foot monitor, a feather! Croc watched as the feather began brushing up and down his left foot, making his foot wiggled around like his right foot. "Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr He He He He He He He He He He He! Hra Hra Hra Hra Hra! "Mmph! Graaah! Mmmmmmph! Hrrrrrmph! Grrrrrmph! Haarrrrrrmph! Mrrrrrr! Eeeeerrrmph!"{Oh God! The Machine! It's-It's Tickling My Feet!} Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr Hr! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" Croc couldn't believe the situation he was in! Out of all the situations he could get in, it involves having his feet tickled by a machine! He never know that his big feet were this ticklish and he didn't like it! His situation didn't get much better as he noticed two new appendages appear near his feet, a paintbrush appendage and a toothbrush appendage! Croc struggled and pulled against the foot restraints but he could do nothing but watch as his ticklish torture continued as both the toothbrush and fork began tickling his right foot together, as did the same with the feather and and paintbrush with his other foot. "Har Har Har Har Har Har Har Har Har Har! Her Her Her Her Her Her Her Her Her Her Her! "Rooooph! Grrrrrrrrrrr! Graaaah! Har Har Har! Mmmph! Arrrrrrph! Grrrrrmph! Nnnnnnnmph!{Stop! Grrrrrrrr! Stop Ha Ha! Tickling My Feet! I Hate It!}" The fiendish appendages didn't stop their merciless torture on the Crocodile's giant feet. Croc didn't know how much more he could take. He was strong, but this new found sensitivity was driving him mad! Suddenly he felt something fuzzy crawling between his toes. Looking at the screens, not only did his see two other tickle appendages approaching, a circular brush and a hair brush tipped vibrator, but also small miniature fuzzy rollers were inserting themselves between Croc's thick toes as they emerged from little holes in the stocks, behind his positioned feet."Mmmmrrrrrrrrrmph! Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmph! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrm! Hrmph! Grrrmph! Rrrrrmph! Hrmph! Rrrrumph! Grrrrrrrrrrm!{No More! No! Stop! Stop Tickling! Stop Tickling Meeeeeee!"} The new mini rollers began slowly spinning in between Croc's toes, increasing quickly in speed, as the circular brush also began spinning and started to brush against the ball of Croc's right foot, while the vibrator tickled the ball of the other foot. The relentless tickle assault on Croc's massive scalie feet sent him into hysterics. "HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR! GRRRRMPH! MRRRRPH! RAWMPH!{STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!} HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW! GRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MMMMMMRRRRRPH! GRRRRRRAH! HMMMMMMMMMPH! RRRRRRRRMPH!{I CAN'T TAKE IT!} HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GRRRRRRRPHH! MMMMMMMMPH! GRRRRRRRRRRMPH!{IT'S TOO MUCH!} GRAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MMMMMMPH! HMPH! GRRRMPH! RRRRRRRRRRRMPH! MMMMMMMMMMPH! HARRRRRRRRRRMPH! RRRMPH! AAAAARRMPH! HRRRMMMMMM! GRRRRRRRRMPH! RRRRRRRRRRRMPH! GRAAAAAAAAAAMPH!!{ SOMEBODY HELP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! TURN IT OFF! STOP TICKLING! STOP TICKLING MY FEEEEEET!!"}

All while on top, Batman was fighting against the Joker, his gang, and several other supervillians, battling for control of the Asylum. While below, the evil tickle machine continued it's operation. Killer Croc continued to struggle and plead with all his might as the appendages tickled all over his giant scalie soles and toes.



Early the next morning, after Batman and the GCPD finally brought the chaos on top to an end.


My God! I'm so glad that was all over, I thought I was going to die!" said a medical doctor, who was walking with another doctor down a hallway in the Intensive Treatment Ward of the Asylum. "Your telling me! I was at the mercy of that knife-wielding maniac, and probably would have been killed if Batman didn't show up." said the other doctor. "Yeah your one luck-Hey!" One doctor suddenly stopped, noticing a door at the end of a hallway. "Say, did the Special Forces go in their yet?" asked the doctor. "I don't know! They usually mark the doors when their done with them, let's go see. But I swear, there better not be anything in here that's as crazy as the stuff I've seen up on top, or else I might just go crazy myself." Using their keys, the two doctors entered the mysterious cell to find a sight that they wouldn't forget too soon. Killer Croc was still there on the bed with the machine appendages still tickling his feet. Tears and saliva were running down his face, his cloth drenched with sweat, and his exhausted feet tenderized with sensitivity that the machine delivered to them. "Okay.........I'm admitting myself today. said the doctor sarcastically.



Original drawing by Geminisaint: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/geminisaint/