SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Teddy Bear. ((Killer Croc x Reader))

WARNINGS: LANGUAGE AND ALCOHOL

NOTE: This one is really short, but Oh my god... I can't believe what the critics are saying about Suicide Squad. I hope they realize this is NOT a superhero movie. It's a VILLAIN movie. (Well, more like antihero.) Critics don't like anything. If you like the SS, good for you, me too. DON'T LET OTHER PEOPLE SHAPE YOUR OPINION OF SOMETHING. (Plus, it can't be that bad. I've read some reviews saying it's really good.)

You walked into the bar with a smile plastered across your face. It was good to be out of that damn asylum. Everything was so full of light and colors.

"(Y/N)!" Harley cheered, "You wanna drink, Sweetie?"

"Yeah! Thanks!" You said, sitting between El Diablo and Deadshot.

"You want your usual?" Harley asked as she poured a mixture of different alcohols together. You nodded.

Harley handed you your drink. You sipped it and noticed Croc sitting by himself at the back of the room. You said off the barstool and walked over to him.

"This seat taken?" You smiled as you slid into the seat across him. Croc grunted and took a drink of his beer.

"So, what's up, Crocodillio?" You asked, "You seem kinda disgruntled."

"He's always like that." Deadshot called from across the room. Harley snorted and covered it with a fake cough. Croc growled lowly.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

"Come on, Croc. You're not all mean, are you?" You asked, reaching out to touch his face. Your hand rested on his scaled face.

It was rough, bit warm to the touch. It was a new feeling, bit it was a good one.

"See? You're a big teddy bear!" You grinned. Croc rolled his eyes and smiled slightly, showing off his pointed teeth.

"He smiled!" Harley gasped. You signaled for her to shut up, which she did.

"I ship it." Harley whispered to Katana. You shot her a look.

"Quinn, I swear..."