This choice: The Brain surgery was a success • Go Back... "Baby Doll wake up. Wake up Baby Doll." Said a gentle voice while at the same time a hand carefully shook her a wake. Baby tried to open her eyes but the bright morning light felt like it was laser beam going strait into her hungover brain forcing her to close them. "Baby Doll you need to get up." The voice said again. Even though she refused to open her eyes she asked "Were am I? Why does my head hurt?" The sweet feminine voice that sounded so familiar answered, "You are in the Gotham FJL base and your head hurts because you drank entire bottle of red wine last night while waiting for Killer Croc to get out of surgery."
It all came charging back to her, the meeting with Poison Ivy, the weeks of plaining, drugging Killer Croc, flying to the base, watching as they rushed him inside before he could awake, waiting for any form of information on his progress, threatening Catwoman and Harley when they tried to help, the glass wine they left behind, after that every thing got fuzzy. She even was able to remember who's voice that was. She opened her eyes just a crack and said weakly "Is Croc Ok?" However before Ivy could answer three hundred pounds of overly happy Harley came bounding into the room and said fairly loud "Red did you Baby she can see Killer Croc yet!" Each high pitched word was like a jack hammer to Baby Doll's brain making her headache a hounded times worst with each syllable. Putting her hands on her ears Baby Doll said with angry growl "Harley if you don't shut the fuck up, I will personally crawl inside your belly and then cut my way out with dull butter knife." "Fine you big meany I just thought you would be happy to see your boy friend but I guess not!" She then stuck out her tung at the dwarf then ran off giggling like an imbecile as Baby Doll could only growl at her.
"Sorry about that, Harley just gets so excited when we are able to rehabilit criminals. I think it's because she feels that means we are doing more than just looking them up in a prison made of fat instead of iron. Or just the potential for new sex partners. Or probably both." Ivy explained. "What ever, good for you. Now where is Killer Croc?!" Said Baby Doll, hopping she could be reunited with the man who maybe her true love. "Just get out of bed and fallow me." Said Ivy.
It was at that very moment that Baby Doll realized she was no longer on the waiting room floor but in a comftable hospital bed wearing a night gown instead of the pink dress she wore. She felt naked with out her dress, not because she was so used to wearing it all the time, but because of all the weapons she kept in there. Having the body of a five year old girl meant she was a target for any bully or thug who came by meaning she never went anywhere unarmed. Turning her cuteness up to as high as it could go, Baby Doll gave Ivy the big puppy dog eyes and the trembling lip and said in her child like voice "Mrs. Ivy could I please have my pink dress? It's so nice and comfy and cute." "If you wanted all the guns, knives, and explosives we found on it, you shouldn't have threatened my girlfriend. Besides after you puked all over it the smell was so bad we had to throw it away." Ivy responded dryly. "Fuck." Said Baby Doll in her normal adult voice. She then fallowed Ivy out of the room and down the hall.
On the way to Croc's room Baby Doll got a better look at the FJL Gotham Base. It was fairly small compared to the Watch Tower and the only superheroes she saw besides Poison Ivy and Harley Quin were Catwoman and Batwoman (Batgirl) who were having fat lesbian sex right in the middle of the hallway. Baby Doll couldn't help but stop and look for a moment for why she was unable to feel attractive to anyone, she had always been curries about sex, trying to understand why so many people liked it. She had kind of hoped that if she could figure out the reason it would break the curse on her body and allow her to enjoy it to. But watching these two fat beauties make love brought whole new questions to mind. The first and most importantly was when she had her grown up body would Killer Croc find her sexy since she wouldn't be able to convert people into fat like they could. Or would he go and find someone with some more meat on the bones as he would probably put it. This was a very scary thought for her to face because she had given up all her power and wealth as the Queen of Gotham just so she could have a chance to be with him.
Ivy saw that Baby Doll was deep in thought when she saw how she was just staring at the two sex partners. Ivy grabbed her small hand and lead her away like a child to Croc's room. Stopping in front of a big reenforced metal door which had the words Killer Croc written on a clip bored attached to the wall next to it. Ivy turned to face Baby Doll and said to the much smaller woman, "Listen the surgery went as it was so post to go. Croc is fine and healthy physically, but will be asleep for the next few days. This is avery important part of his treatment because at this moment his brain is being rewritten." "Is there anything I can do to help him?" Asked a worried Baby Doll. "The most important thing you can do for him is to talk to him. He maybe asleep but on a subconsuse level he is still aware of things around him and that will effect how his brain will work when he wakes up. And it is vital that you tell him why brought him to us or he could wake up resenting you." Said Ivy. She the punched in the code on the key pad sticking out of the door. The door then opened so that Baby Doll could see her partner for the first time in two days. With out a word Ivy walked out of the room, leaving the two ex-criminals in a darken room alone.
Baby Doll stared at Killer Croc who was lying in a massive reenforced hospital bed. It was a strange and scary sight for Baby Doll, the most powerful man she had ever meet was now lying on his back, his massive arms and legs changed to the side of the bed. His head was rapped up in white bandages and his muscular 8 foot tall body was had dozens of wires and tubes sticking out. And each one was connected to dozens of blinking and beeping machines that lied out of sight in the shadows except for the flowing lights and screens that looked little unblinking eyes were watching them. His eyes were closed and his breathing heavy with an oxygen mask on his face. To Baby Doll it looked like he was dyeing instead of healing.
At first Baby Doll was unable to move, she could only look as the man she loved struggled to breath. Then she broke down in tears and ran to the side of his bed and bared her face into his arm's rough crocodile skin sobbing over and over again "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I am so sorry Croc! I had no choice! You were losing your mind and you were going to get your self killed! And I couldn't let that happen because Croc... I love you!" And she barred her head even further and just cried.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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