Just Had A Dream Of Cryptid Batman Somehow Getting Summoned To The Marvel World & Adopting/yoinking The

Just had a dream of Cryptid Batman somehow getting summoned to the Marvel world & adopting/yoinking the Winter Soldier. And I have never been more tempted to write something but have no clue where I'd even begin lmao.

In @puppetmaster13u (and possibly @phoenixcatch7 ?) Meat Marionette au, I have an idea that Batman and Gordons relationship would be one of the few kept relatively similar. Gordon is called the Bat Whisperer, Batman usually only talks to him, he was the one to turn the GCPD to Batmans side, Gordon is slowly figuring Batmans language out (both literally and not, he knows his name is whistle warble whistle and he’s figuring out more, but he also has the best grasp on Bruces mind and decision making for anyone not in the Batfam), and Batman is a mix of loyal guard dog and stray cat who steals your food to Gordon.

This originally came from this idea:

Earlier this week

Gordon watching supers on a police TV: I know they're doing good, but l'd like to see them deal with a Gotham scare for once

*Batmans leaves from where he was watching through the window*

Gordon: I guess it's not so good of an idea...

Now

Gordon: where's my phone? *sigh* Did it get stolen again?

Window: *high pitched whistle* *warble* *high pitched whistle*

Gordon, recognising Batmans call/name for him: Batman?

Batman: *hands Gordon his phone*

Gordon, suspiciously: thank you... where did you find this and since when did you return my stuff?

Batman: *waits silently*

Gordon, looks down at the phone screen: *sees a brightly-coloured blur screaming on his phone* you.. gave them a Gotham scare

Batman: *chuffs*

This keeps happening -although not frequently- and one day this is the story:

Damian: How have you gain so much strength? You are not formally trained and yet you give both my parents a difficult time in combat

Anti-hero Danny: The power of love has given me strength

Damian: Disgusting. If this is some moral lecture-

Danny: Oh no, I mean love literally powers me. Any form of it, even just a love for combat. Your parents really like to fight and fuels me during my fights with them.

Damian: I hate everything about you

Danny: I'm getting stronger with every second you talk to me so we both know that's a lie.

Damian blushing: I'm not in love with you!

Danny blinking: huh well a few seconds ago it was love build on respect and desire to fight me but now it's romantic.....want to go on a date?

Damian: ......yes

Danny: Cool. Pick you up at 8 tonight. I'll go in my civilian form, so if a fourteen year old human knocks on your door later, that's me! Bye! *Portals away*

Damian whiping out his phone: Jon, you aren't going to believe this. Kon's dating advice worked.

Jon: First, I'm happy you got a date! Second, how dare you go to my elder brother for dating advice when I'm your best friend.

This is the most beautiful thing I have ever read

Being friends — not just colleagues — with Bruce Wayne, as a reporter, must be a fucking nightmare. Everything Clark knows about him is off the record. Clark has unique insight into world events, WE business, and Gotham politics, and he can’t use ANY of it.

Lois asks him casually about [large unfolding global event/Gotham kidnapping/etc] and Clark’s jaw snaps shut so quickly, it jolts everything in the apartment. They have a code phrase, and eventually a code look, for I know this but I can’t tell you how and please don’t ask me about it ever again.

She makes the mistake, one day, of asking him about Jason Todd’s death. Clark’s eyes spark red before he closes them, jaw clenched tight enough to form diamonds. And Lois’ job is to try, very very hard, not to follow down the burgeoning mental connection between Jason Todd and I can’t tell you about this.

One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal