#batmobile!liaison

[witchofthesouls]

I had a dream about batmobile-mom and sparklings in Transformers:prime and her taking one look at the sad feral cat that is TFP!Starscream and going "Ya...this is mine now."

To me, it's funnier because the Cat Distribution System is doing the Lord's work with overtime as it claims Starscream to send him straight to them since they're stranded with a crashed ship. (Not the Light Lost. It's actually a little ship meant for initial expeditions of a new planet or for research. Still capable of supporting a small crew up to eight.)

So it's less of "This is mine." and more of "Well, I got a cat. This is not my cat. I never had a cat in this ship. I guess, it's mine now."

Poor lonely Starscream coming across the Batmobile family during his time as a rogue and got kicked out of the Decepticon faction, and getting all of his protocols and coding screaming at him over them. Batmobile may be a tank, but they're fragging huge and strong with matte black shades and a powerful field and little ones that she's attentive to their care. Sure, she's not Seekerkin, but she basically has a lot of the really attractive traits of one.

He becomes an indoor-outdoor cat that's super skittish since his own frame-instincts is attempting to latch onto them. Batmobile is coaxing the guy with Energon, shower brushes, cute sparkling babble, and a research lab where the Liaison is actually attentive to what's he's doing. They may not understand the entirety but they do like listening to the guy.

Because his frame-instincts are super confused over Batmobile not completely the proper mannerisms of a Seekerkin femme accepting another mech in her space, it goes haywire by jumping between 'get closer until she finally makes a decision' and 'FLEE YOU IDIOTIC FOOL' since Seeker femmes tend to be violently territorial over their nests with little ones. She's not making the right behavioral cues that mean 'I have accepted you into my personal, private, and intimate space,' but she's making a lot of the 'you're a guest' and it overlaps with the 'I'm trying to get to know you.'

[teresovery]

When Bruce got his son safely back home,, Jason decided NOT to be Robin again. He wanted to help a different way, and Bruce agreed, saying a small thanks to the universe. At 16, Jason became the Wayne family liaison to the Wayne Foundation. It was frustrating at first, because he wanted to do so much.

One Sunday when the Kents were over, Jason mentioned that to Clark.

"I can hear nearly every one the globe, Jason. I hear cries for help constantly. I want to help everyone, but I know I can't. But I know if I don't focus, I'll end up helping no one."

"So I just need to focus my efforts?"

"Exactly."

Jason smiled. "Thanks, Uncle Clark."

So Jason narrowed his focus to two areas that were important to him - literacy and helping children of parents with addiction. Bruce was incredibly proud of him, and everyone he came across knew it.

Since Jason was alive and very well, Batman never started going dark side like he did in the comics, but this meant Tim didn't step in.

Yet.

One night, about a year later, Bruce got shot several times. He had a bullet in his chest, two in his right calf, and one in his abdomen. Tim hurriedly climbed down from the roof he was hiding on and went to the fallen hero. Calling 911 could go badly if they removed Batman's cowl, so he hacked into his dad's phone account and found the main number for Wayne Manor.

Alfred was out for the evening, so Jason answered. "Wayne Manor."

"Um, hi. Is this Jason?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Bruce is hurt." Tim didn't want to give any information over the phone.

"Who the hell is this?"

"It's Tim Drake. I'm your neighbor. We actually met last week at the Christmas gala."

Jason didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Ok, we're on a secure line. What happened?"

Tim told him what happened and gave him a rundown of Bruce's injuries. Jason told him what to do as he ran down to the Cave and cobbled together a suit to go out in. He'd had a growth spurt since his Robin days, so his old suit would never work. He hopped in the backup Batmobile and raced to Tim's and Bruce's location.

They got Bruce in the Batmobile, and Jason set it to do a bioscan.

"Can you drive, Tim?"

"I'm only 15, but I know how."

"Good enough. I need you to drive Bruce's car back."

"You...you want me to DRIVE THE BATMOBILE?"

"The self-drive is down, and everyone else is out of Gotham right now. Just take it slow and follow the instructions on the display." Jason opened up Bruce's car and leaned in. He punched a few buttons. "You're all set. I need to get Bruce back. You can do this."

With that, Jason was off. Tim wanted to cry, but Batman and Robin, well, former Robin, were counting on him. He pushed down the excitement and fear and did as Jason told him. He was a little confused when he passed both his home and Wayne Manor and saw the waterfall coming up with no other road around, but he followed the car's instructions and was safely in the Batcave a moment later.

Jason already had Bruce on a cot in the medical area and had cut away his suit. He was cleaning up the areas to prepare to remove the bullets when Tim came over.

"Told you you could drive the car. How are you with blood?"

For the second time that night, Tim pushed away his fear and did what needed to be done.

A few hours later, Bruce woke up and saw Jason and a younger boy (was that the Drake kid?) leaning up against each other, asleep on the floor.

"Jason?"

Jason woke, gently placed Tim on a second cot, and went to his dad's side.

"How are you feeling?"

"Why is there an underage civilian in the BatCave?"

Jason sighed. "Right to the report. You must be fine."

"Jason..."

"That underage civilian already knew everything. And he saved your life. He's smart, courageous, kind, and understands about duty. He's already good at crawling around and hiding on Gotham's rooftops at night. So good, that in the five years he's been doing it, we never knew."

"What are you really saying, Jason?"

"You need a partner."

"Hmmrn."

"Don't hmmrn me, old man. I get it. You don't want to lose another partner, but guess what? I don't want to lose another parent!"

At the raised voices, Tim woke up.

"Jason? Mr. Wayne?"

"Hey Tim, what are your thoughts on being Robin?"

"Jason, no."

"You need a Robin, B. Tim's shown me in one night that he has what it takes."

Tim couldn't believe his ears. "I'll train hard, Mr. Wayne. I promise. I'll do everything you tell me."

(Author's note- because Robins always do what Batman tells them, lol!)

Two weeks later, Tim started training with Jason. Jason didn't go easy on him at all, yet Tim rose to every challenge. Even when he failed, he always got back up again. Four months later, he started training with Bruce.

Eight months after that, Jason and Alfred stood at the entrance to the Cave watching Tim and Bruce ride out for the first time together.

"The Dynamic Duo is back, Master Jason."

"And better than ever."

Bruce trains with the League of Shadows, grows close with Talia and Ra’s, but — eventually — spurns their movement to return to Gotham and pursue his mission.

Years later, he shows up in the middle of the night at Talia’s door. There’s a body in his arms, wrapped in bloodstained sheets.

“The Pit,” he whispers, trembling, “is it true?”

[batfam-imagines]

DC/Marvel Crossover

Prompt: How about one where batsis goes on a solo mission and the avengers arrested her because they didn't know who she was and bat fam gets worried because she hasn't been back and Bruce sends Tim to get her

“You’re telling me that you want to break into Avengers Tower and … what? Download all of the information on the Avengers?”

Bruce nods, “That’s exactly what I want you to do. They have too many people on that team that could one day try and take over the world, I need to know how to stop them.”

“And how am I supposed to get into a building that houses a god, two super soldiers now, a Hulk, two assassins, and a genius? That’s not even including their handler, Phil, who I have met and have a deep respect for”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Bruce lays a hand over your shoulder before making his way to the Batmobile, “I need those files, Y/N. I’m depending on you for this. Stark would expect me to go after the files, he won’t expect you. There’s a gala in one week that I am invited to, that would be the best time to strike, all of the Avengers are going to be in attendance.”

“Fine, I’ll start planning now”

--

Getting into Avengers Tower is surprisingly easy. There aren’t any assassins, or even that many security guards in the building. It isn’t until you’ve already gotten thought the servers firewall and are halfway finished uploading the Avengers files that you notice something is wrong.

Those files do not belong to you.

You let out a shriek (that you’ll deny later) when a voice starts talking from the ceiling. “What the fuck!?”

You have not been authorized by Sir to access these files.

“Who are you?”

I am JARVIS, I am the artificial intelligence that runs Avengers Tower. I have already scanned you, you are not a SHIELD agent, nor are you an employee of SI.

“And you’re just now confronting me? If you control the whole building why didn’t you stop me sooner?”

I was curious as to your goal

It sounds like the AI is amused, of course Stark would make an AI with an attitude. “And now that you know what I’m doing, what are you going to do?”

I have intercepted the file uploads and blocked them. I have also shut down the room you are currently in, have locked it, and informed Sir of your presence.

“Of fucking course you did”

You will not have to wait long, miss. The Avengers are on their way now.

--

Natasha Romanoff is the first one to reach you, and when she starts to tie your hands behind your back you don’t even try and stop her. You might be a vigilante in Gotham, but unlike your brothers and father, you know when you’re outmatched. So instead of further injuring yourself, you quietly submit to being tied up and gagged.

“JARVIS, who is she?”

I am currently running a facial recognition scan now, Agent Romanoff

“Good, I’m going to take her to Interrogation Room 3. Tell the others to meet us there”

Of course.

Natasha marches you down several flights of stairs, and through a steel door to an interrogation room.

“I’m going to take off the gag now, and you’re going to answer my questions. Understand?” The gag is quickly pulled off. “Now who are you?”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. I’ve always looked up to you, you know? I mean you survived the Red Room, the Soviets, even the Winter Soldier. And what happened in Budapest! You and Mr. Barton were amazing there! I didn’t think you guys were gonna come out alive …”

A knife presses against your throat, leaving a shallow cut, “How do you know about any of that? Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?”

The door slams open, “Agent Romanoff! Put that away, and untie her”

“Sir …?”

“Now, Agent Romanoff”

The knife quickly pulls away from your throat, a thin trickle of blood left in its place, but you don’t pay much attention to it. Instead you twist around and throw a grin at the older man, “Hey, Phil, it’s been a while”

“Ms. Wayne, I can’t say that I am glad to see you. According to the report JARVIS gave me, you were attempting to upload the personal files for all of the Avengers. I assume that your father was the one to send you?”

“Yeah, Dad said something about needing to have a plan for if anyone here went evil, he wants to know how to kill them. You know my father likes his plans”

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get you out of this mess. The transgression did not happen on SHIELD soil. The Avengers will decide what they want to do with you”

“So … I get to meet everyone?”

Phil lets out a chuckle, “Yes, you will be able to meet the rest of the Avengers, however these aren’t the best circumstances to meet them under.”

“You really think dad would let me meet them any other way? This is probably the only time I’m gonna get to meet the Winter Soldier”

“The other Avengers won’t be happy with what you did. It was a complete violation of their privacy. Even if I put in a good word for you, I don’t know if they will listen to me”

“It’s fine. Even if they decide to torture me, I’ll be alright. I mean I’ve probably had worse from the Joker and from the al Ghul’s.”

Before Phil can answer, the door once again opens and Tony Stark steps through, “You can hold off on that facial recognition scan, JARVIS. I know who this is”

“Hello, Tony!”

“Hello, Y/N” He spins the chair around and plops down on it, straddling the back of it, “I can’t say I’m happy to see you though”

“I know, I hate that I had to do this, but you know my father, he’s not someone you say no to”

“Natasha, will you untie her?”

“Not until you tell me who she is, and what we are going to do with her” Natasha crosses her arms, knife still help tightly in one hand. “All I’ve gathered is that both you and Phil know who she is, and that she was attempting to steal our personal files.”

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N Wayne.”

Phil sighs quietly, “She is also known as the Sparrow, the one who managed to get Red Hood to stop unnecessarily killing, she is also SHIELDs contact in Gotham, and she is the liaison between SHIELD and the JLA”

“How have I never met her then?”

“It was considered a conflict of interest for me to meet the Avengers because I am already in the JLA. Of course, my father doesn’t give a damn that I’ve possibly just ruined the relationship between SHIELD and the JLA, all he cares about is being able to stop you if any of you decide to go homicidal.”

“He thinks that he’ll be able to stop any of us?”

You shrug as much as you can with your arms still bound, “No idea, I don’t try to understand his way of thinking. Phil,” You tilt back, trying to make eye contact with the agent, “You know he’s going to send one of my brothers after me. I don’t want them hurt”

“I’ll warn everyone, don’t worry. Now, Natasha, if you’ll untie Y/N and bring her to the common room. We can await the arrival of one of Y/N’s brothers there. In the meantime, you all can ask her any questions you’d like”

--

“So you’re telling me that Bruce Wayne is Batman, one of your brothers has come back from the dead, you aren’t allowed to kill any of the villains that have taken hundreds of lives, and that you were once a part of the League of Assassins. Am I missing anything?”

“Yeah, I once stopped Superman and Superboy when they were mind controlled, and I work as Lex Luthor’s assistant and help him curb his homicidal tendencies … I’ve also time travelled before”

Steve Rogers puts his head in his hands, “Of course you have. Is there anything else?”

“Nope” You glance around the common room, locking eyes with Bruce Banner, “Can you turn into the Hulk? I’d really like to see him again.”

“Again?”

“I met him once, about a year after you left America, he saved my life. I had just blown up one of the League of Assassins compounds and didn’t get out in time, I was trapped under rubble. I had accepted the fact that I was going to die there when a huge green hand smashed through the rubble and dragged me out. Hulk left before I could even say thank you”

“I don’t remember that”

You flash a brief smile, “I’m not surprised, I did some research on you after that. You don’t remember 85% of what happens when you’re the Hulk, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct, how did you …?”

“I have a lot of connections, Dr. Banner. Who do you think was the one that got General Ross to leave you alone once you came back to America?”

Bruce’s eyes go wide, “You … you … how?”

“I have some friends in high places that owed me a favor or two, they cracked down hard on Ross, forced him to stop hunting you. SHIELD tried to get him to stop, but even though they’re a top secret government organization they didn’t have enough leverage to get thing’s done”

It takes Bruce a minute or two to speak after that, “Thank you, that means a lot that you’d do something like that”

“He saved my life, it’s the least I could do”

--

“So, Phil, how do you know Y/N?” Clint drops down from the vent opening, perching on the arm of the couch.

“Phil and I met while he was in Tahiti, after the Chitauri invasion.”

“Why were you in Tahiti?”

“I was captured by the al Ghul’s and tortured for 4 months. By the time my family found me I was almost dead. SHILED sent me there to heal, like they did with Phil. We’ve run into each other a few times after that, but that was where we met”

Phil rolls his eyes, “Y/N refused to stay in her hospital room and constantly snuck into mine while we healed. I wasn’t allowed out of bed for several weeks, and every day Y/N would limp into my room to keep me company”

“Phil’s someone I consider a good friend now”

Clint sticks his bottom lip out, pouting at his handler, “How come I never heard of her? We could have been BirdBros!”

“I’ve been begging Phil for years to let me meet you guys, but he kept saying that it was a ‘conflict of interest’ but I just think that he didn’t want to deal with the paperwork”

Phil raised one eyebrow, “Unfortunately it seems that I wasn’t able to keep you two apart, and now I dread the mayhem that you will cause.”

“Mayhem will have to wait until after my brother’s inevitable rescue attempt”

--

Surprisingly it’s Tim that was sent to rescue you. The Avengers had put you back into the interrogation room, and were all watching from the control room.

“Hey, Red. I thought you were off with the Titans this week.”

“B called me in, said that you needed to be rescued, and some files needed to be retrieved”

“I’m sorry, babybird, but we won’t be getting those files today”

Tim smirks, “They don’t even know I’m here …”

The speaker crackles to life, “Unfortunately, kid, we do know you’re here and your sister’s right, you won’t be getting access to those files tonight”

“Sorry, Red, they kinda set up a trap to catch all of us birds. They knew that someone would come for me, and now someone will come for the both of us.”

Tim sighs, “Do we have to stay in this room the whole time?”

The door opens and Tony steps in, “Of course you won’t. It’s team bonding night, so movies and snacks. I’ll even let you call your other brothers so they can get in on the action.”

“We’re going to have a sleepover with the Avengers?”

You chuckle, “It looks like it, babybird, it looks like it”

[witchofthesouls]

Batmobile ask:

So Megatron is de-aged and people on cybertron are concerned about what's happening on the Lost light because of the news of their shenanigans, so when the lostlight unexpectedly gets relatively close to a station where an officer is posted or to cybertron its self, someone takes the opportunity to do an inspection. (I'm thinking Prowl but it could be anyone).

They were not expecting Batmobile with her children cuddled up in her arms walking into the dispensary with a large but soft looking organic blanket draped over her frame...

(Hear me out, Cybertron is terrified about a rogue Decepticon Warlord and Optimus has no clue to feel about his old nemesis, a wayward Prime, and a feral racecar.)

Everyone was highly concerned with the lack of intergalactic accidents and the sudden silence of bad press spearheaded by the Lost Light.

By sheer chance, the dispatched party from Cybertron managed to reach the checkpoint of a planet from the buffering zone between Cybertron and her colonies' space and the Galactic Council's outermost edges, the wayward ship sent an incoming message to dock to a relatively neutral species.

Said species had sent an official warning to Cybertron and an unofficial non-hostilities agreement due to the Lost Light's recent actions on single-handedly dealing with the plague of space privacy in their region.

Optimus mobilized a heavy-hitter group with Starscream's begrudging blessing under the barest pretensions of an inspection.

Ultra Magnus is unflappable as always. Ratchet seems to be his usual gruff self. Quite a few familiar faces are still active among the crew -Perceptor, Brainstorm, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen, and a handful of new ones.

The most conspicuous new mecha has a white visor with a large frame swaddled in a larger blanket, and even in the distance, there are the unmistakable squeaks and chirps of sleep-addled sparklings.

The moment a very familiar face pops up, the comms lights up in a flurry of activity.

:: No fraggen way- ::

:: -not really surprised. But wouldn't Rodimus- ::

:: -had to be a really spot of trouble to keep the mech down- ::

Another helm pops out, frame so tiny and optics at half power, a yawn to show off an endearingly toothy mouth.

:: Oh, frag, even Drift- ::

:: -think those idiots had a bet? I wouldn't put it -::

:: -I knew racecars ran fast, but damn- ::

Of course, when a small grey face appears, everyone lost their fragging minds.

Meanwhile, Optimus' own glossa stills, turning into a weighted lump as he picks up the total familiarity of those flickering fields enmeshed in the strangers'. The Matrix has quite a few unique powers, including the ability to memorize and recall everyone's signature. There's no way that these three are merely sparklings of infamous mechs.

Megaton manages to lock optics with Optimus and immediately bursts into loud tears, which sets off Rodimus and drives Drift back underneath the blanket.

Whatever tension deflates in, by Jazz's words, this "powder keg of a Mexican standoff" trails into silent awkwardness as you attempt to wrangle the distressed, squirming sparklings onto separate shoulders.

Ratchet pinches his nose and Ultra Magnus drops another bomb, "Y/N, you're dismissed along with your charges."

"Roger that, acting captain." You nod in agreement and make your way back to the ship.

There's renewed screaming over the comms on this "newfound slag and fuckery," another of Jazz's phrases, and Optimus can't help but keep his optics on your back. Drift makes no reappearance, remaining a still lump attached along your seams. Meanwhile, Rodimus' face is wet as he peeks over a shoulder and Megatron refuses to lift his helm away from your neck.

[witchofthesouls]

Funny concept: in the batmobile AU first aid ends up dating batmobile and whenever the sparkling trio get put back to normal folks keep referring to first aide as the trios step-sire

Even funnier idea:

First Aid actually likes being a creator to the trio and everyone got used to sleeping in a shared berth.

Should the Command Trio ever return to their true ages, it would be during the night when everyone is all cuddled up, and Megatron would crush First Aid under his bulk since he's sprawled over both Batmobile and First Aid.

Ambulon thought the emergency call was from another sex-induced injury, but no.

It's hard to say who would be more mortified: Megatron or Ambulon because the ward manager literally slammed the door to the habsuite open and they need to deal with Batmobile's "nude" sleeping habits.

Drift had rolled onto the floor and didn't jolt since his bitty-form got a good dose of night-night juice, and Rodimus can sleep through a meteor shower.

Megatron crushing First Aid would be a running joke on the ship.

[witchofthesouls]

TFA!Sentinel as he watches Batmobile!Liaison pat their giant lap for the bitties to cuddle and Earth-based Autobots are trying to get his attention on Decepticon movement:

[witchofthesouls]

Seeing how the getaway/liaison/rodimus bitlet loves Ambulon so much makes me think he deserves more love, he’d be a great sire.

Oh yeah, bitties inherently love Ambulon for some reason.

The deaged Command Trio and Pharma/Revelation's family cling to the guy if their creators aren't around.

He is the chronically exhausted, perpetually stressed, and serious-faced uncle with built-in child entertainment. Ambulon also has a really good story-time cadence and becomes a top-notch child-wrangler.

This mech even has Menace/Mercy's stamp of approval, and the photovoltaicat will occasionally jump into his lap for a few stritches. The mechanimal likes him to the point that it allows him access to the newsparks during its cuddle-time with Remedy, Nightshade, and Noctem.

[witchofthesouls]

Batmobile and there sparklings in TFA would be... interesting.

:)

This has a lot of potential for things. On one hand, cute and silly shenanigans since the once human Liaison was from modern-day Earth and TFA is set in the far future, and TFA doesn't have fanon sticky and sparklings. On the other hand, it can delve deep into the impact of the dystopian Autobot regime.

Batmobile would be the largest non-Decepticon 'con the TFA Autobots had ever seen. Even larger than Lugnut!!

Sari has soooo many questions. Not only you're a dimensional-hopper, but a time-traveler that's been, well, transformed and baby robots!!!

Any check-ups need to be done in Sumdac facilities because the ship doesn't have a berth that's big enough to hold you. Of course, you have parts and systems that the Autobots don't have, but things that niggle in the back of Ratchet's mind. Scratching really deep.

Sari takes advantage of it as a sleepover and to get the real mood and culture of the early 21st century.

The bother of trying to figure out how much mass you put away in your alt-mode, and how you're so blase with Drift and Roddy comfort-chewing on your frame. (For reference, you're the Batmobile Tumbler from the Christopher Nolan trilogy.)

The Autobots being so confused by the sparklings. They can't be reasoned with. They make a lot of noise and mess. You follow a ridiculous, in their opinion, schedule with them. They're so emotional over the simplest of things, nor can the babies properly speak.

And then they find out their identities-

The Autobots' extreme emotions over tiny Megatron. He's from a different universe, but Megatron-

Whenever Bumblebee annoys you or the sparklings enough, you can easily pick him up and set high above to give yourself some time. The great thing about a Cybertronian frame is you can manipulate your own sense as your turn down your audials to his screeching.

It would be hilarious if the Deceptions know about the process of sparking up the frame method of sexual reproduction, which kickstarts a sub-plot of them trying to fetch away the sparklings from incompetent Autobots.

Optimus being a young Dadimus as he wrangles the kids with you and deals with boo-boos, especially whenever Roddy and Drift venture too far.

The real-life struggles of parenthood: temper tantrums, childhood illnesses, and deeply ingrained obsessions. You, Ratchet, and Prowl are the only ones unbothered by the constant reruns of My Little Pony, Scooby Doo, and you managed to get them hooked on Winnie the Pooh. Optimus finds himself humming the theme songs, Bulkhead is unconsciously painting ponies during Abstract time, and Bumblebee cries tears of absolute joy when you take pity and get him a TV for video games.

Sentinel freaking the fuck out when he meets Batmobile. (On a side note, in any version of this crossover, wouldn't it be hilarious if Blowhard Prime develops a huge terror-boner of a crush on the new mecha on the block?)

[witchofthesouls]

Batmobile!mom having the same problem that Bruce Wayne has.

They can't stop accidentally adopting kids.

Batmobile would have to fistfight Soundwave and Optimus in a Denny's parking lot for the Best Parent award.

Or co-parent with them. That's a viable option, too.

[witchofthesouls]

Batmombiel wins the best parent award every time

Batmobile's children would vehemently disagree if there was any other outcome.

People think it's Megatron that's the most dangerous or vocal. Oh, no. Rodimus is the one launching himself onto the platform and demanding people fist-fight him on his tor's honor.

Drift is the most dangerous because under his sweeter disposition lurks his old identity of Deadlock, and he coldly gestures across his neck at people who disagree with a wide smile on his face. Their creator is the Best. No disagreement allowed.

Megatron is wrangling Rodimus off the podium, slinging the mech over his shoulders, while his fellow co-captain is spewing rage over the results and how dare his little brother does this to him!?

Since Megatron is trying to turn over a new life, he scowls and crosses his arms, and passive-aggressively draws out the winner's failures by verbally fishing for them.

[witchofthesouls]

Ok but batmobile!liaison and there now adult-again sparklings get yeeted into another universe, let's say bayverse.

Thats a whole lot of chaos.

Oh yeah it would be. 

Batmobile made so many friends and mortal enemies because of their “inside knowledge” of many officials due to their old government position. It may be a different universe and the frames are wild, but humans be humans.

The NEST personnel is both delighted and raging over the mass displacement. The Autobots are getting leery over the “Cons” humans are whispering about and how it works with comics and media genres. And what the frellin’ Pits is a “Gun-damn?!”

Batmobile is very, very spacious and has gotten into the habit of carrying everything including extra supplies since they had wholeheartedly jumped into being a support mecha. Just because Batmobile is jam-packed with so much weaponry and built like a brick shithouse doesn’t mean they know exactly how to fight like the badass superhero.

“Isn’t this excessive?” Puke-green Ratchet asks as you pull out the third crate of thermal sheets and medical tools. There are enough parts on the makeshift berth to build an Energon convertor from the ground up and twice-fold. Rodimus has commandeered the sails to air-ride the ocean wave.

You laugh, your whole frame is bowled over, field spazzes and fritzes and he’s trying to stabilize it but you wave it off, producing another crate from your subspace. “You don’t half of the things that happen to us.”

Megatron and Drift have developed a sixth sense on those sparkling clips, especially the embarrassing ones. The racecar knows exactly how to veer their 'tor away from showing them off. Megatron simply bellows about "a non-authorized release of classified information!"

Of course, that leads to so many rumors about what else is under your plating, what secrets are swirling beneath that never-ending pantry of Stuff and Information.

Ratchet gets you properly sloshed. You're a very happy and teary Batmobile when blackout shitfaced. He can't understand what your saying under the sniffles, but he can agree that the bitlets are super adorable. Where are they?

Across the base, there's a huge screech of Neocybex that freaks out all the humans, and the 'bots are far more curious about what made Ratchet go: No fraggen way that's him.

You can now rest easy by checking off Lottery Winner on the bucket list. Just to prove a point, you shrunk and utilized Brainstorm’s quick-dry bond-enhancing spray to collect the winnings in a T-rex costume. 

Bayverse Optimus and IDW Megatron have no idea how to treat each other. It feels like they’re both looking into a strange, distorted mirror of their nemesis. It doesn’t help that Optimus feels irrationally jealous. Their Cybertron is alive and being rebuilt. Their War is over. There are still active colonies. And this other Megatron has active, thriving sibling and creator bonds, especially when Batmobile is pinging for their location like a first-time ‘tor and fusses over their lunch. (There was no way Optimus’ brother would allow anyone to obnoxiously sprawl across the Warlord’s frame as Rodimus does.)

It’s downright hilarious seeing Rodimus on his Big Brother spiel, Drift indulges it and Megatron looks like he’s questioning his entire life’s choices. Bayverse Autobots having a meltdown over Rodimus Prime and the fact that the speedster had sacrificed his half of the Matrix of Leadership.

[witchofthesouls]

Lmao, Megs does something Roddy dislikes so Rod goes "I'm telling mom" on him

More like You gotta make better life decisions because you're breaking mama's heart type of declaration.

Because Rodimus is that damn dramatic, he would have a sheen of tears in his optics over his little brother's actions. Roddy would be obnoxious over his Big Brother Duties.

It's so freaking ridiculous that Batmobile was once a human and the youngest of the Lost Light and simultaneously the beloved adopted creator of the former Decepticon Warlord, a charismatic/bomb fire Prime, and one of the bloodiest hitmen/sharpshooter from the Great War.

And yes, they have pictures and clips of the little rascals.

[witchofthesouls]

Hiya 👋 not that I want the fun to end anytime soon, but I'm sure Roddy drift and megs eventually get de-toddlered. And I have to know, how do they take it? Like is there any embarrassment? Is Roddy still fond?( cue him"mommy?,,sorry") What I wouldn't give to get a lil break down of their thoughts and feelings💞

Anonymous asked: Pt/2 I also think it would be kinda funny to just f with them a little bit "hey, I raised you better than that" 😆

Anon, I don't know what's better:

The dynamic of Giant!Liaison and their boys. Like no one else is good enough for their parent, and all three can make life very, very difficult for any mecha sniffing around their creator.

Or Batmobile!Liaison and all the embarrassment those three, especially Megatron, will have because the parent-child bond still exists. Mommy is a Big-Ass Tank with a big lap and a comfortable EM field that tries to reach out and soothe away their stress. Everyone is mortified. Liaison cannot stop it. It's a natural reaction after being around those three for a long while...

For shits and giggles, and the fact it gets under his co-captain's plating, Rodimus would yell in public at Megatron to think of their poor 'tor!

Of course, Roddy would go back to Batmobile when absolutely sloshed and crash into their lap for some pets and for that reassuring field that curls steadily around him.

None of them could hide from the Liaison, not unless they actively suppress the bond, so the medics take advantage of it to hunt them for their checkups.

All three have far more warmer feelings towards Tailgate (he and Liasion are bros and he was a frequent babysitter) and the medics, but Drift will have a powerful urge to bite their hands...

[witchofthesouls]

How do you take notes when you’re writing or planning to write a thing? Better yet, how do you force yourself to actually write?

Multiple Google docs, scrap paper with spare pens and pencils, several cans of Mountain Dew, and a cluttered mind.

But real talk, a lot of the ideas for my own things I keep snippets, segments, or small bits of dialogue ("I cannot give you my faith, for it belongs to another entity, but I can give you my loyalty." or "Violence is the way of the world." "No. Conflict is." or "This sword has been asleep for a very long time, even after so many eons, it still mourns for its old master. Faithful to this day, it lies dreaming of days long gone.") on a Google doc to keep them in place. If I have no access, then a pen(cil) and paper works. Plus, I could play around with a scribble to get more details down.

For me, my main problem is attaching everything together to make a cohesive story, so that's why I tend to have works that read in bites or short stories.

My process is basically hinged on a question: What happens in an AU if this happened? So-

The Stranger: What if Bulkhead was too late, the Esquivel home was destroyed, and June was an unearthly being of yore?

we be the same blood/this cycle we are bound to: What if Primus and Unicron had a cosmic progenitor, so that's why Earth is bound to them as well via Unicron-is-Earth?

Nesting Instinct: What if de-aged combiners trigger Seekerkin instincts where there haven't been any sparklings for millions of years?

And that's why I have too many ideas running in place from too many questions. I can't really force the writing. Sometimes I stare at the screen for a while, so I jump into asks and see what catches my attention, I focus on another fic, or I take a break play games, watch TV, do some stretching, read other fics, or do something to get my mind away. Sometimes, I get a lucky streak for days. Sometimes, I go on a cryptid break.

I like answering asks because 1) gets the wild thoughts or concept ideas energy out, 2) gives me a short bite to mull over, 3) refines other ideas, and 4) sharing headcanons or world-building aspects of the given canon/fanon, and 5) pure enjoyment of how we all scream into the Void.

Some asks are so good, it spawns a huge AU for me, like the Bayverse feral human carrier au, G1 Creature into Sparkeater!Reader AU, IDW Batmobile!Liaison, and TFP Cyber!Earth to name a few.

Sometimes, I get a very vivid scene in my head that I have to write it, even if it takes away time from something else. I need to do it, or it will haunt me at the most inconvenient times.

[witchofthesouls]

I get bit often by weird AUs, so NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA (you’re now) BATMOBILE!

… With the deaged Drift, Rodimus, and Megatron scenario.

You had thought you’d seen everything chaotic and absolutely batshit crazy. You’re on a giant spaceship with a crew of giant metal aliens searching for their version of the King Arthur’s Round Table, you had been given a major size increase that would either seen you worshiped or demonized in Earth’s ancient eras, two badass alien geniuses built you a sci-fi suit that would made all the space nerds weep and be the greatest wet dream/most nightmare fuel by Earth's militaries, and you’re the current caretaker of a sort-of-maybe prophet of a slumbering god who’s impulsive frat-boy doing his Best, a genocidal warlord with a heel-turn, and an ass-kicking spiritual guru with a bloody history of a hitman… that all deaged to metal toddlers.

You absolutely, for-sure, had cursed yourself with famous last words and some terrible spirit or god took it upon themselves to amp it up to another level.

Actually you can blame Rung since you, him, and the kids decided to visit a local temple when docked on a mechanical-friendly planet to refuel. It warms your heart that Megatron no longer is frightened by the open sky and Drift can tolerate people milling around them. Watching the kids interact with the icons of the triad deities of warcraft, justice, and hearth made you wish that you could have more time when you and Rung had a discussion on the mythos with a priestess as well as the Uncomfortable Truth of a human, no matter the size, lifespan is a hiccup compared to a Cybertronian..

Realistically, you know you’re on time-limit. All things die eventually, but Cybertronians have a better warranty than the standard human, even a giant one.

You went to bed in your pajamas, kissing the boys good night as they climbed onto the mattress, freshly cleaned and ready for cuddles before nodding off. Drift drooling on his favorite chewtoy in his corner, Roddy wiggled his way to his way to your side with Megs on the opposite.

You wake up, thinking that Megatron had placed your suit’s visor back on your face, but no, it’s your own, very improved vision. You understood that when you turn to look at the kids and immediately see text scroll across your zooming sight, especially as the HUD cheerily pings about Drift’s appointment in the medbay and if you would like to confirm it now.

You’re screaming. The kids are screaming. Drift bolts in a red and white streak for his hardest-to-reach hidey hole. Megatron and Rodimus pushed themselves deep into the closet, knocking down boxes, and scattering your shoes, their toys, and extra office supplies.

In your blind panic, your new vents close off and causes to overheat and crash into stasis in your rushed attempt to comm Ratchet with the communicator on the sidetable..

You wake up in the medbay. Again. Since Ratchet had actually barged his way into your rooms, breaking the door, when he could only hear muffled crying and terrified chirps and squeaks.

Megatron and Rodimus went with the medic with very little prompting, too frightened and subdued at another upheaval.

Ambulon had to fish out Drift with protective gear on his servos and forearm. Even with his own thick plating, the little racecar is still very much like a feral raccoon. Drift can and will attack mecha’s vulnerable parts and knows how to exactly bite down into hidden seams.

Of course, you also freak out because you can’t move since the immobilization assistance was used since they don’t know Mecha-You, only Human-You, and your human self is gone.

This lead to many, many tears, mainly you and quite a few from the kids, and soooo many questions. (Ratchet is too damn tired for these kinds of miracles. Like the fresh Pit is this? This was supposed to be his retirement send-off!)

If you thought that your giant form was big, then you’re goddamn titan now. It’s a bizarre feeling to tilt your head down when you’re speaking to Ratchet now as well as the majority of the Lost Light. With the strength to match as well.

Not only you can easily pick up the kids, all of them, in just one arm, you can easily heft up the mini-bots and throw them. You can fireman carry Ambulon now. Ambulon. As in the mech whose alt-mode is a fucking solid leg of pure metal and little else to support a combat gestalt of equally solid limbs.

It’s a learning curve on many levels. You can’t squeeze or shimmy your way across a horde of mecha, you don’t have hair anymore so it’s off-putting whenever you try to brush it out of the way and it’s none existent, EM fields are a mix of control and instinctiveness, it’s hard for you to level it “appropriately” when the most you can do is go-all-out (which disgruntles a lot of mechs but delights Tailgate) or tamp it completely down (which also disgruntles mechs).

All the kids can now ride on your new frame. Usually Roddy and Drift claims your shoulders while Megatron latches to your back.

One major upside is that the new body comes with a supercomputer brain. Not only your own mind stores all of your music library and podcasts, but you can literally download language primers, cheat-sheets, and instructions into said brain. The downside: Raging headaches from unifying your current life experience with the immediate access of acquired knowledge by a download chip.

It forces you to turn off all the lights, dull your auditory senses, and do a impromptu nap-time with the kids, but the tradeoff is never to be absolutely bamboozled by complicated, multi-paged instruction manuals and picking up dialects ridiculous fast, even when muddling through it.

Language is a different thing. While you can breeze through the Cybertronian scripts (You're not surprised that even advance aliens have the same ridiculous tropes in their steamy romance books. The virginal priest/naive soldier with a horn-dog Prime/High Guardian is really popular And the old classic barbarian/city-dweller trope..) 

You already knew that Roddy is an absolute chatterbox, but it still takes you back that the squeaks and shrill notes are real words. Sometimes it’s easier to puzzle out what’s he’s saying with the mash of subglyphs he attached, sometimes you’re still very, very lost. Unfortunately, you don’t have a handy primer for the Nylon dialect, but it seems like Rodimus had a few caretakers from other cities: Iacon, Tarn, and Kalis.

Megatron doesn’t really speak. At least not with full words. The noises he makes are akin to emotionally-charged babble. Ratchet said he’ll expand his vocabulary eventually.

Drift is very basic. Monosyllabic words with bursts of sharp emphasis. Sometimes his hisses are just hisses.

You treat your armor as if it's clothes. You take off the layers of plating inside the comfort of your habsuite. And it’s a lot of plating. Heavy as well due to its density. Apparently, it’s not even the maximum weight of your frame-schematics, so you could load yourself up with all the pretty gadgets you want. In fact- (Brainstorm had to duck, cover, and run at that point since Ratchet threw quite a few wrenches to get the mad scientist out.)

Dark. Everything about your new body is absolutely dark. From helm to pedes to fingertips. Various shades of black. The only things that are visibly bright is your biolights and your newfound optics: white.

Even without the armature, you’re buff. Built like a brick shithouse, is what you are now.

You have no idea where the hell are the weapons systems, especially when you stare at all of the plating. You definitely one or several. And some sort of flight system since Skids had spooked you so bad that you launched yourself to the ceiling to find out that you also have some powerful magnets as well.

Maybe it’s because you can see the shape of your face in the mirror: the familiar smile, the curves of your lips and nose, the outline of your optics. It’s still you.

You also get taught that care and maintenance for adult frames are different from bitlets. Every now and then, adults should strip off their plating for a deep clean and a protoform check. Bitties, with their frames still developing, aren’t able to “take off” their armor since its securely attached to their protoform. It’s removable when they reach the mechling stage (adolescence).

There’s no privacy with your barnacle of a sunflower-miner. But he’s always happy to hop into the shower. Whereas the racecars would splash and roll around on the wet floor, you couldn’t figure out why Megatron would try to drag your clothes into the water. Seeing him happily wiping down one of the chest plates with a cleaning rag, it makes more sense now…

[skyite]

I really want to know TFA Megatrons Thoughts on the whole thing when he finds out that one of the Batmobiles creations is a Megatron. That's got to be weird, seeing a version of yourself from another dimension who is young, and innocent, and so very loved. With a Creator who towers but is also so very gentle and two Siblings who are more rambunctious than your young counterpart. A little Sparkling that's allowed to be soft because they are safe.

Batmobile and there sparklings in TFA would be... interesting.

:)

This has a lot of potential for things. On one hand, cute and silly shenanigans since the once human Liaison was from modern-day Earth and TFA is set in the far future, and TFA doesn't have fanon sticky and sparklings. On the other hand, it can delve deep into the impact of the dystopian Autobot regime.

Batmobile would be the largest non-Decepticon 'con the TFA Autobots had ever seen. Even larger than Lugnut!!

Sari has soooo many questions. Not only you're a dimensional-hopper, but a time-traveler that's been, well, transformed and baby robots!!!

Any check-ups need to be done in Sumdac facilities because the ship doesn't have a berth that's big enough to hold you. Of course, you have parts and systems that the Autobots don't have, but things that niggle in the back of Ratchet's mind. Scratching really deep.

Sari takes advantage of it as a sleepover and to get the real mood and culture of the early 21st century.

The bother of trying to figure out how much mass you put away in your alt-mode, and how you're so blase with Drift and Roddy comfort-chewing on your frame. (For reference, you're the Batmobile Tumbler from the Christopher Nolan trilogy.)

The Autobots being so confused by the sparklings. They can't be reasoned with. They make a lot of noise and mess. You follow a ridiculous, in their opinion, schedule with them. They're so emotional over the simplest of things, nor can the babies properly speak.

And then they find out their identities-

The Autobots' extreme emotions over tiny Megatron. He's from a different universe, but Megatron-

Whenever Bumblebee annoys you or the sparklings enough, you can easily pick him up and set high above to give yourself some time. The great thing about a Cybertronian frame is you can manipulate your own sense as your turn down your audials to his screeching.

It would be hilarious if the Deceptions know about the process of sparking up the frame method of sexual reproduction, which kickstarts a sub-plot of them trying to fetch away the sparklings from incompetent Autobots.

Optimus being a young Dadimus as he wrangles the kids with you and deals with boo-boos, especially whenever Roddy and Drift venture too far.

The real-life struggles of parenthood: temper tantrums, childhood illnesses, and deeply ingrained obsessions. You, Ratchet, and Prowl are the only ones unbothered by the constant reruns of My Little Pony, Scooby Doo, and you managed to get them hooked on Winnie the Pooh. Optimus finds himself humming the theme songs, Bulkhead is unconsciously painting ponies during Abstract time, and Bumblebee cries tears of absolute joy when you take pity and get him a TV for video games.

Sentinel freaking the fuck out when he meets Batmobile. (On a side note, in any version of this crossover, wouldn't it be hilarious if Blowhard Prime develops a huge terror-boner of a crush on the new mecha on the block?)