Don't panic but, we isekai’d as a Bat Demon in the DC universe. Pt.2
Part 1 - Part 2 (You are Here) - Part 3 - Part 4
You vividly remember your first day in this new universe. The year was…. Really not sure. The thing with the DC universe is, while there are constants, there's also a LOT of vague instances that really put a hamper on trying to pin down when anything happens.
You remember, suddenly gaining awareness in a body that was definitely not your own. Your body covered in short velvet soft fur, large webbed wings sprouted from your back, moving unconsciously, like breathing or walking. Your face more symmetrical, and unfairly more attractive, as the world of DC dictates. One moment you were walking across the street, heavy rain pattering on your umbrella, and then you awaken taking similar steps down a dark crumbling hallway. Rocky walls with ornate carvings spread down the halls, the floor tiled but chipped and covered in mud.
Your panic session about what could've, and did happen to you only lasted, maybe a day or 12. Or 15. Or a whole month! Before your first human interaction happened.
A tall man and a shorter woman had walked into a broad domed room hidden amongst the caverns, before coming to a stop in the middle. They had stood only a few minutes, you silently watching them, before you realised they were probably waiting for you?
You slowly walked into the domed room, the clean(?) tiles under your padded feet resounding with soft pats as you stepped closer to the couple. Their faces were lowered until you were standing directly in front of them, and you were a little smug. You were almost a whole 3 feet taller than the man, who seemed to come up to your collarbone.
Their faces raised and you stood momentarily shocked as godammit, Thomas and Martha Wayne were standing in front of you. Martha's soft face and kind eyes looked at you with curiosity, and a small amount of fear, while Thomas seemed to look at you with happiness and barely repressed awe.
How did this go over your head. You need to freak out less and FOCUS more. You isekaid godammit, you've played these games before. You shivered, and that seemed to snap Martha out of her shock, as she held a bundle closer to her body.
Your eyes narrowed, and you mumbled “If thats who I think it is, this is gonna be a stressful life. I can already feel it.” Chitters, and growls escaped your lips, and Martha took a larger step back. Thomas quickly stood forward and gave a small bow of the head, before speaking.
“Hello Protector. I greet you with warmth and humility, as is befitting of my family to yours. I am Thomas Wayne, Son of Patrick Wayne, and Grandson of Kenneth Wayne.”
He lifts his head and makes eye contact, his blue eyes seeming to look for something in your gaze, before finding it and smiling.
“ I come before you with my Wife, Lady Wayne, Daughter of Elizabeth and Roderick Kane. And I wish to introduce you to your newest ward under your guard. Our son Bruce.”
Martha slowly walked forward before giving the bundle to Thomas, who unwrapped him slightly, so the baby's face was more open to the cold cave air. His small nose shriveled before he let out a small cry. Thomas quietly shushed the baby before lifting up towards you. You bent slightly and looked Bruce over.
Yepp, definitely a baby.
Your gaze softened and you nodded to yourself. Yepp, definitely a baby, and definitely normal behavior from these two. You straightened yourself up, gave them both a quick look up and down, making your head movements obvious, before saying.
“Just so you know, this is the weirdest, wait, 2nd weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Soooo, crazy you're both part of a cult, kinda weird it's surrounded around me. Try and keep the weirdness to a minimum and we’ll be chill?”
Your words trailed off as you remember, these idiots can't understand you. Alright your leaving. You turn around and softly walk out, the shadows covering your form seamlessly.
Thomas’ words followed you out, “I told you she’d like you and Bruce. You’ve nothing to fear around her, my dear. She's older than his house you know, maybe older than this city, and nothing terrible has ever happened to our family while it was under her care.”
Great. Your a Bat Demon and your old as hell. You grumbled to yourself as you stalked back to your “Den”.
Your memory is broken by the sound of the elevator coming down to the platform of the Batcave. It opens to reveal Alfred, who seems surprised to see you awake at 8am of all times. He makes his way towards you and greets you with a cheery “Good morning Miss Crypt. I suppose you’ll be joining us for breakfast then? Master Dick was awfully excited this morning about you joining us for breakfast.” He smiled up at you, eyes kind and grin widening.
“And let’s not forget our eventful day today. Your tall statue will be a welcome help with the cleaning.” He turned towards the elevator and you followed in his footsteps. You stepped in first and crouched down to fully fit, your wings held snuggly by your body. Alfred followed suit before pressing the top button.
A few seconds later found you in Bruce’s study, exiting the room and following Alfred again to the formal dining area, with its large dark oak table and matching chairs. Making out the forms if Dick and Bruce, who seem to be in a heated debate on something. You huff, before letting out a crooned “Dick”
His little head snapped towards your hulking form, taking up the whole entryway and then some, of the formal dining room.
“CRYPT! You made it to breakfast!! Good morning! Do you want to sit by me?” He excitedly asked waving you over. You carefully walked over towards him, picking up and moving 3 chairs from beside him so you could sit comfortably on the ground.
His grin split his face and his eyes crinkled. Bruce was the same if a bit smaller.
Alfred quickly appeared with a platter of various fruits, meats and even fish. Almost a whole smoked salmon. You let out a soft purr and turned to Alfred with a grateful “Thank you for breakfast Alfred. Your spoiling me really.”
A small nod and a “Of course “ before he exited the room back to the kitchen to grab drinks and smaller foods.
You quickly picked apart some salmon and started snacking on it with your hands. Using your sharpened nails to easily grab more and more. A small hand quickly came into your field of view and snatched a piece of salmon.
Your eyes met Dicks baby blue ones as he chewed on the salmon piece he stole. Your eyes narrowed before turning to Bruce.
“Your child stole from my plate. Are you gonna do something about it? Because I’ve drop kicked kids for less.”
His gaze met yours before he sighed.
dividers by Pino!
