#cryptid au

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.

Apritello week

Day 6: Romantic at heart, Dumb of ass

Day 1 > Day 2 > Day 3 > Day 4 > Day 5 > Day 6 > Day 7

No nice human were harmed during the tsunami process, only a little wet

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.)

(A little prologue for this blog.)

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Gotham was alive.

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.

Creed watches as Jean Luc tucks things away and sorts out the bedding of his nest. The man seems uncomfortable, constantly shooting Creed looks.

“Why you still here?”

Jean Luc says, teeth flashing. Creed blinks and tilts his head. 

“Im taking you to the training area after you get done.”

“That does not mean you need to be in the heart of my roost!”

Jean Luc snaps, growling and arching his back. 

…

Oh!

Creed would probably not like having someone watching him make a nest in a new location. Creed takes a step back.

“I didn't think you would want me in other parts of the house where the cubs might be.”

Creed states, and Jean Luc pales and growls.

“Non…non… you right. Just… stand at the door. Or window. I wanna be able to arrange things how I like without you judging!!”

“Im not judging.”

Creed chirps back and Jean Luc scowls at him. Creed pauses and then speaks again.

“Alright. Fine, I'm judging. You're very good at it.” 

Creed purrs out, and Jean Luc grumbles something unintelligible. The cryptid fluffs out the pillows and rearranges them. Creed moves to the window, watching the other man work. He had not been lying. Jean Luc is doing a good job building the nest. It's set up so that all of the family can fit comfortably. Jean Luc had shoved the bed against the corner so that is could see the door and window while giving support for the pile of pillows. A nice nest. 

Jean Luc grumbles some more and then straightens the blankets a final time.

“Gonna grab the boys. Then we go.”

Creed hums and follows the other feral out the door. Jean Luc keeps scowling, but Creed pays it no mind. He would figure out how to prove himself. He would. 

The two cubs slip out of their rooms and make chattering noises to each other that remind Creed of bats inside of caves. He watches as Jean Luc melts a little, crooning back. Jean Luc turns back to him and retenses.

“Right. Let's go to this trainin’ ground, oui?”