So, uh, Cryptid Batman purring? He often had occasions where he had to rescue or deal with children so in order to make sure they didn't get frightened of his presence, he would emit purrs, which had a range that would instantly soothe their fight or flight response and it was even more helpful when smaller kids would be clinging to him.
But he also purred to his batkids, the robins especially. They always loved it whenever he would individually cuddle them, the way his cape-like wings engulfed them, the way he purred near them, strong enough that they would feel a mild rumble but also gentle enought that it lulled some of them to sleep, if they were already sleepy, that was.
These sessions were occasionally during bedtime or sometimes even on patrol when it was extra chilly cold or if one of them was sleepy or if the situation seemed more dangerous than usual. He had always purred whenever he covered them with his cape, but just as quickly, it could vanish if he suddenly felt on edge about something.
Anyway, uh, Cyptid Batman purring. Thank you for coming to my TED talk
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you can't tell me that in a cryptid Batfam AU that Tim Drake wouldn't be out there with a camera, a YouTube channel, and a lack of self preservation skills keeping his flesh prison from falling off a building because OH MY GOTHAM!! WHERE IS THAT SHADOW CREATURE NOW??? IT WAS RIGHT THERE
Jason Todd, dripping in blood and swathed in shadows: psst. hey. hey B. there's like... a runty child following us
Bruce "more monster than man" Wayne: what
Tim has dedicated his life's work to desperately explain that no no, Batman is NOT that city cousin of Mothman.
(Batman x Mothman ship is then created in fandom spaces. Gothamites sure have weird coping mechanisms.)
DO I? Oh my god yes i do. I'll list a few so you can see my brain sphere.
1. No One Knows AUs-I absolutely adore AUs where Danny went through the accident alone and is left to deal with this life altering experience on his own. Imagine trying to keep this huge thing a secret even from your closest friends who know something's up. The angst and conflicts that arise are so yummy to read and the reveals are always so gratifying once it happens.
2. Eldritch / Cryptid Danny- I adore when Danny's ghost form is unnerving, monstrous, and terrifying. Having him grapple with the fact that he's more ghost than human, that he's truly what his parents detest. People terrified of him when he's just trying to help adds even more to the angst bucket. I also love when obsessions can REALLY override his hind brain, where he's more animalistic in his fights and attacks with feral vigor. With this we go into the next AU
3. Ghost Hunger AUs- Ghost hunger is also a FUN one. Essentially Ghost Vampirism, Danny has to eat a ghost's core or their ectoplasmic innards to survive. It really pushes the am I more monster than man angstfest. Which is pretty much a recurring theme of what I like if you can tell. Add in him being terrified to let Tucker and Sam in on his secret of his new found cravings. Him grappling with starving himself of what his body needs, because if he does give in, he believes he is truly what his parents think he is: a monster.
4. Corpse AUs- Essentially a fully dead Danny where he either is piloting his own corpse or he leaves behind one and has to bury it. It feels so final and somber with this one. Like there's no halfa status, he can switch between appearances (but he's not alive at all, it's just for show.)
So to answer your question, yes I have a few. They're all pretty much in the same vein and I love to combine all of these together >:) Like if you write a story or draw anything with any of these I am chewing, chomping, frothing at the mouth over it.
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Gotham was a demon summoned out of greed stuck in the corpse of a bat, long forgotten in the basement of what had once been a barn, but was now an apartment building with a barely legal corner store.
(Gotham was Barbathos once, but that was a long time ago.)
Gotham had seen the city spring up from its very foundations, Gotham was the city, dark and cruel and crime-ridden and so, so protective of its own.
And Gotham loved the Bat.
Its Dark Knight, a lonely boy turned force of nature, trying to bring some light to his city, trying to help it any way he knew how. He truly loved this city, with all its ugly sides.
And Gotham loved him back, wanted to protect him back.
So it took the stories, the whispers and myths and legends of the Bat, the shadowy, terrifying protector, and weaved some of its power through them.
It was barely even noticeable during the first year. Shadowed corners became easier to hide in, his low, gravely tone didn’t need to be consciously maintained, his cape redirected more bullets than before.
Then, one day, Bruce noticed the claws.
Sharp talons protruded from his gauntlets, pitch black and seamlessly integrated. He had not added claws to the costume. He was pretty sure Alfred hadn’t either, what with his exasperation with the entire Batman ordeal. He made a fist, but the claws did not poke into his palm. In fact it felt like they weren’t there at all, but they were certainly still there once he loosened his fist.
Batman cut patrol short that night, heading back to the cave to examine his suit, but the moment he took off the gauntlets, the claws disappeared. It was baffling. He put them back on, but the long, shadowy talons did not reappear. He let himself be herded into bed, maybe Alfred was right and he needed more sleep.
The next night he put on a different pair of gauntlets as he went back out on patrol, and somewhere between the cave and Robbinsville he’d acquired claws once more.
This went on for a month before an extremely overworked Bruce went on to do the unthinkable: he gave up. The claws were helpful and he had bigger things to worry about than magic shadow accessories.
The second thing he noticed was the cape. He had in fact included a reinforced cape in the design, but he did not remember coating it in a material so dark it gave the illusion of a void, nor did he know how the ends could meld seamlessly with his shadow on the floor.
(And he didn’t know this yet, as there had yet to be a successful attempt at acquiring a picture of the Batman, but while his cape had been designed to somewhat resemble the wings of a bat when it flared out, nowadays it had a tendency to take the actual, proper shape of wings, flaring menacingly against the moonlight.)
Bruce examined the cape at home, looking just as he made it, out of normal, non-physics-defying materials, and sighed. He ignored it.
He ignored the way shadows would curl around him in a gentle embrace. He ignored the silence of his steps or his breath even when his gait wasn’t careful. He ignored the way gazes would slide past him if he wanted to hide, regardless of how effective the hiding spot actually was. He ignored the way he felt almost weightless in the air, gliding from rooftop to rooftop. He definitely ignored the layered undertone his voice had taken on in the mask.
Everything was fine.
He dreaded the next time he’d have to try and console a child, but as it turned out, he needn’t have. When he offered his hand to a little girl frightened by a man with a knife it sported no claws, the inside of the glove instead seemed velvety and soft to the touch, as did the inside of his cape when he tucked her under it as he walked her home.
Well.
Alright then.
Good to know.
(Gotham was laughing at him, a mirthful breath carried by the wind. He ignored that too.)
He was grateful for it however, when he found himself comforting a boy who had just watched his parents fall to their deaths. The velvety lining of the cape engulfed the wailing child even as Bruce himself barely kept it together.
It hit too close to home, and when he looked at a distraught Dick Grayson, he could only see himself.
