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Amari was doing the ‘walk of shame’, digging the freaking thong out of his ass crack when he heard the sounds of someone fighting. The sound of metal striking something fleshy echoed around the Alley’s. Amari walked towards the sound, They found a large gecko like man being trapped against the wall. A large group of teens armed with brooms and trash can lids, Amari reached down and picked up several small rocks and began throwing them at the kids. By their jackets and uniform it was obvious they belonged to Gotham Academy, damn froot-loop rich people spawn.
“I’ll tell my father about this!” A blonde haired boy who looked very much like a ferret.
“I probably fucked your Dad!” Amari yelled back, watching the look of disgust was over most of them, a creepy looking boy gave a lecherous smirk back at Amari who wanted to cover themselves with a lead sheet.
“WHORE!” ferret face yelled.
“Froot-Loop Bastard!” Amari yelled and reached down and picked up more rocks and hurled them at the group. They scattered like cockroaches, Amari went up to the sweet little gecko, he looked tired and a little dry. Amari grabbed the gecko around the middle and tossed him over their shoulder.
“Your coming home with me.” Amari stated, wondering if it was normal that this much of someone was being dragged behind. Amari shrugged before getting into the elevator, tucking the Gecko Man’s tail so it didn't get crushed. Applying a touch of intangibility to make sure nothing got clipped or crunched on the way to the apartment. Danny went to his green house and pulled out a large tub that he used to use as a fish pond with his aquatic plants. However, he found that there were suicidal pigeons who would drown themselves in the pond. He got sick of it and he wasn't going to get carnivorous fish to combat the dead birds. Amari began filling the tub but slipped away and removed their outfit. Danny, dressed in jeans and a tank top picked Gecko up and placed him in the tub, the water warmer due to it being heated with a black hose on the roof. Danny propped Gecko’s head so he wouldn't drown and went inside.
Croc woke to find himself in a pond of clean warm water, not in the gutter or the sewers. He had been in a fight with Grundy and retreated to the surface to get away from the damned zombie ghoul. Grundy was in a mood and rather touchy at the moment, something about it being the week that he died and Croc had been foolish to cross him. Smartened up by going topside but it was daytime and the children of Gotham were no longer afraid of him. He had been behaving to avoid going to Arkham, he hated that place with a passion. So instead he did his best to avoid hurting people.
Yet when he woke up here, he was confused. Why was he here? Who had taken him from the street and put him in a bucket that smells slightly of fish? The enchanting aroma of a good gumbo. The smell of andouille sausage and onion made his stomach rumble and the salty fishy smell of seafood made him stand up out of the pond. He paused, not wanting to walk around dripping water everywhere when a long haired person peaked their head in the doorway. Their long hair made Croc think they are female but, the adam’s apple alluded to them being male.
“Hey, Im Danny. I saw you this morning when I was Amari.” Danny/Amari said.
“You a split personality? oya are you just crazy?” Croc asked. Danny chuckled.
“Nah. Im not crazy. I have a street name, my home name is Danny. It helps me separate the two, like being a different person yah know?” Danny tilted his head at Croc who was reminded of a puppy.
“dat cooking smells good. What's on da menu?” Croc asked, trying to change the subject. Danny smiled at him and Croc felt compelled to smile back at him.
“Oh, Jason asked that I make him some gumbo. His friend Roy is coming over and Roy apparently likes gumbo.” Danny said, he portioned out a large bowl (Salad bowl) with a spoon of gumbo and handed it to Croc. Danny grabbed Croc by the upper arm and gently led him to the couch. Croc chuffed at Danny, but was happy he was allowed to sit on the couch. He sat down gingerly, used to having things break under him. It wasn't easy to be 900 lbs. Danny grabbed a small bowl and sat down next to him.
“Don't worry about the couch. I have it reinforced, you would have to weigh a ton for it to buckle under you.” Danny said, tucking his feet under him and taking a bite of the Gumbo. Croc dipped his spoon into the bowl and smiled to himself at the sight of him using utensils. Danny had given him a serving spoon so at least it wasn't a tiny soup spoon that was smaller than one of his fingers. Croc swallowed his mouthful of Stew, it was just like home. He missed the taste from home. He had made gumbo a few times, but it wasn't easy to make it when he had a hard time looking down. He finished his bowl before he knew it, Danny had finished his as well.
“Want some more?” Danny asked.
Jason pulled Roy, who was upset due to Jade having custody of Lian, to his partner’s apartment. Danny had a good array of cooking skills, when he was motivated. Otherwise he would just sit and work on his projects until he passed out.
Danny was really good a cajun food, Jason adored his Gumbo and knew that Roy would appreciate it as well. The damn archer was hooked after tasting a batch made by Killer Croc. Jason put a hand on Roy’s arm.
“Don't act weird. Danny is a sweetheart and I’ve told him to make gumbo and he probably has made some more food for us. If it tastes bad let him know. He doesn't like it when I lie and say his food is good. Somehow the bastard knows when I am lying which is infuriating.” Jason bitched. Roy smiled, hopefully this guy Danny would be good for Jason.
They walked into the apartment and were assaulted with the mouth watering scent of good cajun food. Roy could feel the drool dripping out across his chin and Jason wasn't fairing any better. Jason led the way to the kitchen but paused at the sight of Killer Croc burrito’d with a cream colored duvet, looking stunned as Danny piled food in front of him.
“Roy?!” Croc croaked, trying to stand up. Only for Danny to push him back down on the couch. Roy looked at Jason for clarification but Jason was lost.
“Awrite, Jason, git your crazy ass podna to let me go. they're trying to stuff me like boudin!” Croc said, a light whine in his voice. Jason shook his head and glared at Danny who had the gall to try to look innocent.
“He is too skin-” Danny saw Roy. His inner protective instinct was singing. Roy had a few bruises and looked worn out. Danny let out a chirp and seemed to disappear.
Roy scanned the room, trying to find where the skinny man went only for him to appear behind Roy. Croc let out a strangled wheeze as Danny grabbed the archer and flung him into the couch. Jason sat back, Danny sometimes got like this. Forgetting to eat or being disinterested in eating, yet when he saw someone who was unhealthy or has unhealthy habits. He strikes like a snake.
Roy was wrapped in a duvet like Croc and a large plate was set in his hands.
“What do yah wanna eat?” Danny asked, he turned and began grabbing plates of different cajun food. Roy could smell the spices and knew that was how Croc got pulled in. The smell of spices and herbs making his stomach rumble. He couldn't remember the last time he felt hungry.
“Just give him a little of everything. He can eat like Croc.” Jason chimed in. Piling his own plate high with some of the fried foods, adding a large bowl full of gumbo and he spotted some crawdad po’boy and let out a moan of joy. Jason pondered for a moment, should he invite Dick and the rest of the birds. If he wasn't careful, Danny could make him gain at least forty pounds from being fed like this all the time.
After a very successful evening of feeding Jason’s friends. Danny watched the three men, Jason,Roy and Waylon (whos name was pulled out of him by Danny with the aid of bread pudding). Who were all curled up together on the couch. Roy and Waylon had a belly bulge as they had been subjected to Danny’s puppy eyes and his wobbly lip. Jason had a slight bulge as he had taken the option to keep his eyes closed when Danny started to mock sob. He still ate too much and had fallen asleep quickly. Danny cleaned up after his cooking and began planning to have Waylon and Roy over every few weeks to make sure they were eating. The poor baby ghosts needed someone to take care of them.