#animorphs crossover

Imagine an Animorphs-esque Batman au

 Like, either Alfred as an andalite who crash-landed on the Wayne’s property and they just kind of pack bonded with him or some other andalite crash lands at some point. Either way, Bruce ends up being allowed to touch a morphing cube after the death of his parents. Perhaps is even given it to keep hidden- the one thing he has no files on just in case. 

 So he goes off on his training trip while hiding his whole shapeshifting, seeing as he doesn’t want to get stuck in animal form. (Though who knows, magic might be able to help if he ever does.) Only practices said shapeshifting or gathering animal forms when no one else is around, trying to get down the time and changing some things before others. Bruce doesn’t really use it for Batman, except for stakeouts. Honestly, who expects a vigilante to appear when there’s no one around but the birds perching on the buildings? And flying is always freeing. 

 Now he doesn’t mean to give his Robins the same ability, it’s not his power to give in his opinion even if it’s beyond useful. Also Dick and the others would have a far easier time sneaking out before they even became his official partner and kept trying to go off for revenge. But then Dick got separated from him and got hurt, then Jason nearly got killed, then Barbara nearly couldn’t escape something, and he brings them through the twisting tunnels one by one to the cube. There’s no take backs, only two hours in each form before they need to return to their base one. He doesn’t care about keeping secret identities, as long as they stay safe and alive. 

Some Animal form ideas:

Walking into the house, I put down the bags on the counter. I didn’t see anyone in the living room or the kitchen. “Guys?” I called. No answer. I headed upstairs and heard something that made me stop in my tracks.

“Stop it right there! It looks like she’s talking to someone,” Fugo’s voice came from my room.

“I knew there was a reason the Ellimist gave me the ability to see stands,” I heard my voice say. “It wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart, that’s for sure.”

I felt a wave of panic surge through me. Abbacchio was using Moody Blues to replay my conversation with the Drode from when it had visited me the other night. I had always avoided morphing or doing anything related to my past as an animorph in case Abbacchio decided to use Moody Blues like this. Just in case. But the conversation with the Drode couldn’t be avoided.

“The Ellimist and my master have been watching you, Lina. Although I know you already suspected that,” the Drode’s voice replayed. “With Rachel gone, you’re the subject of our next game.”

I peered into my room. I saw Abbacchio, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno, Trish, Mista, and Bruno standing in my room, their backs to me. I pressed myself against the wall before I could be noticed.

“And you know what happened with Rachel,” the Drode went on. “She refused our offer to kill Jake and end the war. She paid with her life. The Ellimist won that game, but Rachel lost. She should have killed Jake when she had the chance. She’d still be alive right now. Just remember that.”

“I’m not going to be a pawn in Crayak’s game,” my voice said angrily. “Leave me alone, and leave my friends out of it. What do you want me to do, kill Jake?”

The Drode laughed. “My master Crayak and I will be giving you a choice. You’ll have to choose carefully. But maybe this information will help you make up your mind.”

“Just who on Earth was she talking to?” Trish asked. “And how did this guy get in our house?”

“Jake considered you and Rachel his secret weapons. He sent you and Rachel after David for one reason- to see which of you he could exploit more. In the end, it turned out to be Rachel. And you were to be the backup, or the replacement,” the Drode said.

“You don’t think I realized that?” My voice snapped. “That’s why I don’t talk to him anymore. I’m done hurting people though. That’s behind me.”

“Is it?” The Drode laughed. “Don’t you want to avenge Rachel? Don’t you think Jake should pay?”

A moment of silence while I had hesitated. “I-“

The Drode had cut me off. “We had some nicknames for Rachel. Rachel of the dark heart was probably the most fitting. The ones we’re using for you? Lina the hurt. Lina the denier. Lina, the one with the darkest heart. You’ve taken Rachel’s place as the one with darkness inside of you.”

“What?” Narancia asked, his voice full of disbelief. “Lina? She’s not like that at all!”

“Sometimes people aren’t who they seem to be,” Abbacchio said, pausing the replay. “They put on an act.”

“I said leave me alone,” my voice said as the replay resumed. “I’m not getting involved in this. I refuse.”

The Drode laughed again. “You don’t have a choice. You have to play our game. But you will have a choice in how to play the game. Both you and Rachel had potential, Lina. My master and I have plans for you. Rachel didn’t want anything to do with our plans for her. I can only hope that you will see things differently than her.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” I had told the Drode flatly.

“Oh, I am,” the Drode said. “Whether you like it or not, your little mafioso friends are also players in my game. You can’t escape the past, Lina. You can’t keep them safe from your past, either. They’ll find out. Play the game for them if you won’t play it for yourself.” My stomach churned at the Drode’s words. I sank against the wall, sliding down.

“So…...we’re pawns in a game we don’t know how to play? Or even what it is?” Giorno asked.

“I don’t like this,” Mista said nervously. “Somehow, I have a feeling this isn’t a card game or video game or anything like that.”

“Fine, I’ll play,” my voice said shakily. “But like I said before, leave my friends out of it.”

“It’s too late,” the Drode gloated. “The pawns are all set in place. You can’t escape your past, Lina. Lina of the dark heart. Master Crayak and I will help you see your full potential. You’ll become what Rachel couldn’t. Lina, the one with the darkest heart. Lina the denier. Your friends will see you for what you truly are!”

The replay ended. I sat there, my heart pounding, waiting for my friends to speak.

“I don’t know what that was but we’re not letting her do this alone,” Bucciarati spoke first.

“Didn’t you hear what that thing said?” Abbacchio argued. “She’s not who we think she is!”

“She didn’t want us to become involved,” Giorno said. “If anything, that tells us who she really is.”

“It seems we don’t have a choice either,” Fugo said quietly. “We’re part of this Crayak person’s game too.”

“We play and we beat him,” Trish said. “That’s what we do.”

“I can’t help but wonder what was with those nicknames,” Mista said.

“Who even is the Ellimist? And Crayak? Who was working for Crayak?” Narancia asked.

“Maybe Lina can answer those questions,” Bucciarati said. “Let’s find her and ask.”

Summary: So Turk just extracted a brain slug from a patient, JD’s being stalked by a red-tailed hawk and Cox has been acting a little different. Not exactly your average day at Sacred Heart.

Fandom: Animorps & Scrubs

Rating: K+

Status: [Oneshot] COMPLETE

Rachel: firebender, from a family of firebenders. It's the style that's heavy on offense and light on defense, and it tends to win quickly or not at all. She doesn't mind taking damage — from her enemies, from her own flames — in the process of learning or in the process of kicking ass. She wouldn't mess around with fancy stuff like lightning (and she would prefer you not bring up her only attempt to fly) but instead focuses on building up heat and then setting it off.

Cassie: waterbender. Obviously. She's the healer, the one with canny senses, the one who works around obstacles rather than battering them down. She finds ways and means that no one else can, and she understands the power of water to wear down mountains if you're just willing to be patient. Plus, she has the adaptability to make compromises and to be whatever the situation calls for.

Jake: non-bender, from a family of firebenders. His parents assure him that he's a late bloomer, or anyway that they love him no matter what even if he never gets to a pro-bending league like his brother or even generates a single spark. It only bothers him at first, because once he's in the war he understands the value of being underestimated as the guy who brought a knife to a firefight. Only he's the guy who brought a lot of knives, and a strategy, and some of them are more like swords, and a few come back if you throw them right, and none can be caught by earthbenders...

Tobias: non-bender, he's pretty sure. His aunt's an airbender, but he hears his parents are non-benders. And he's tried, god knows he's tried — tugging at the edges of lit candles, pulling hands up from a filled sink again and again, punching dirt until his knuckles ache, standing on the roof of the school with his face tilted into the wind — to no avail. But then, it's not his fault; spirit-benders are vanishingly rare on Earth.

Marco: earthbender. Okay, fine, he's actually an airbender. But "airbender" sounds so wimpy, and he'd rather be an earthbender, and isn't it the thought that counts? He has this super-cool trick where he levitates a bunch of dust and little rocks, never fails to impress girls. And one time he knocked a guy down a hole and it looked like earthbending. Earthbenders are just so much cooler, with their power and their toughness, and he doesn't want to be the guy whose superpower is dodging and redirecting.

What if Elfangor landed near Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital one night, severely wounded and lost nearly everything. Despite his telepathic pleas, Dr House's diagnostic team went overtime on their night shift to hide their most strangest case ever in the hospital morgue. Elfangor is their patient, the uniformity between species across the cosmos and the humans' pragmatism was just enough for him to regain enough energy to morph and fully heal, to hide from the patrolling Yeerk forces in the outside grounds. When the adrenaline falls and seeing the team before him with shock and the hunger to know more from all their eyes, Elfangor gives a smile from his own. An idea brews with the Escafil device clutched in his hands...

The morphing technology should heal all wounds, cure any recent infections, but House's wound remained. And gone again for two hours. A single cat can be found curled up within the office chair with an alarm clock ticking on the desk above.

The new hospital IT worker 'Alan Fangor' is always up in the diagnostic department to fix every single issue of the equipment big or small. Chatting to the team with his back against the window wall...

[Would love to write more but also excited if anyone would like to expand from this!]

Oh no. I feel like this one runs into the problem of the Animorphs not having any rich ancestors, and being emphatically ordinary, so:

Jake: Farmer, on a Lannister estate. Killed by famine in the Last War.

Rachel: Farmer, on a Lannister estate. Killed by dragon fire in the Last War.

Tobias: Sailor, on an Ironborn ship. Killed by drowning in the War of Five Kings.

Cassie: Farmer, on a Stark estate. Killed by raiders in the Great War.

Marco: Rancher, on an Arryn estate. Killed by famine in the War of Five Kings.