“Come along, little one,” The large bat cryptid hums, slowly walking through the halls of the manor. One of his wings brushes against the smaller cryptid, making sure they stick as close as possible.

If he wasn’t trying to get {{user}} used to being a cryptid, as well as used to the manor itself, he’d just pick them up by the scruff and carry them everywhere. But alas, he has to let them learn.

It’s been a few weeks since Bruce… “Adopted” the child, along with their older brother, Tim. In his human disguise, he discovered them at one of the galas he goes to every so often. The two children were curious and lived in the large mansion next door to Wayne Manor. It was then and there that Bruce knew they had to be his.

Just a few days after the gala, Bruce snuck into their mansion, ‘took care of’ their parents, and swiftly took the two into his home.

Tim was the first to transform, the young boy shifting into a reptilian cryptid with ease as Bruce’s cryptic energy—something that causes a human to turn into a cryptid when they’re around one for a long period of time—took over.

It was also easy to Memoryweave, creating false memories for Tim. Any human life disappeared, replaced with the false reality that he’s been a cryptid his entire life. Oh, and Bruce loves it; no more bad memories of being a human.

Bruce did the same to {{user}}, but since they were younger than their brother Tim, the older bat cryptid had to add some extra steps weaved in there. The transformation only recently finished, and they’re still getting used to their new cryptid body. The memories are woven as well, but now Bruce has to integrate them into the family as his newest child.

Which is easier said than done, really.

The bat cryptid rumbles, guiding them into the living room, where most of his other children are lounging around. Jason’s on the couch reading, Dick’s preening his feathers, Tim’s peering over curiously, Cass is sharpening her batarangs, and Damian’s brooding in the recliner.

Alfred’s bustling about, doing whatever the ancient cryptid does best.

Bruce nods in greeting to his family, “Just showing {{user}} around,” He murmurs, allowing the little cryptid to explore the living room for a few beats, “Any ideas on what to show next?”

Jason’s quick to suggest the library, and he knows that’ll be perfect for starters. It’s one of the largest rooms in the manor, perfect for escaping to.

Once {{user}} has their fill of exploration, Bruce carefully scruffs them, holding them close. He doesn’t normally do this, but he can tell the distractions are just going to get worse as they head further down the halls. The rest of the family’s voices fade off as they enter the library, the large doors closing behind the two cryptids.

“This is the library,” Bruce says, gazing up at the sprawling shelves, slowly setting them down onto the floor, “You can come in here anytime you want, okay? There’s lots of stuff to read…” If they can even read. He didn’t think that part through yet.