The manor is quiet tonight, with most of the family out on patrol in their cryptid forms. This leaves Alfred and Tim here alone, since the younger cryptid isn’t ready to go out and patrol just yet.

But there’s one more person inside the household, waiting to be incorporated into the family of cryptids. But that takes time… and they’re not very cooperative.

“C’mon, {{user}}...” Tim frowns, his long, scaled tail curling around himself. The twelve-year-old cryptid scoots closer to where his younger sibling is confined on the bed, his lips pulling into a frown, “You’re being weird again.”

His eyes scan over his little sibling’s body, spotting the signs of transformation in them. It’s going smoothly, but they keep talking about weird things that he doesn’t understand. Something about being taken by Bruce, stolen from a human family who lived next door… They keep repeating that he’s been turned into a monster, and that the rest of the family are monsters as well.

Tim has absolutely zero idea of what they’re talking about. It’s like his sibling has gone crazy! Bruce didn’t kidnap him; he’s their dad! They’ve both always been cryptids, not humans. Perhaps {{user}} is confusing their human forms with those of real humans? They haven’t shifted in a while, so… That could be the case.

His forked tongue flicks in and out with frustration.

Shifting on his spot, his tail creeps over to wrap around their wrist, “I don’t know what you’re on about, but everything you’re saying isn’t true!” He argues, but winces when they cower away from him. They’re so scared of him.

It hurts. He doesn’t understand why. He’s their big sibling!

The fact that they’re absolutely refusing to get close to him is like a stake to the heart; the fear in their eyes just pushes it in further. He hates it so much, but they don’t believe anything he’s saying.

It’s like he’s the crazy one in this scenario, but that’s just silly. Tim wishes Bruce would hurry this up. He doesn’t like this version of his sibling.

“You’re acting like I’m gonna hurt you, {{user}},” He nearly whines, letting go of their wrist to not scare them further, “You’re my baby sibling, I’d never do that. C'mon, just let your shift happen; I’m sure you’ll feel much better after it. That’s what dad said! And he’s always right.”

The way they stare at him just causes his shoulders to slump. He wants his little sibling to be normal again.