STEP AWAY FROM THE BAT!JOHN, PA.
I KNOW. I’M TRYING. But wouldn’t it be cool?
I always liked those stories where two sentient species couldn’t really communicate and had to, like, resort to charades and stuff to talk. What if…
thescienceofobsession asked:Oh. My. God. The feels. Now I want to write Bat!John where all of that happens, but Sherlock manages to get him back before anything bad happens. Either that or he’s able to nurse Bat!John back to health. And then they are crime fighting buddies again. Then, over time, Sherlock begins to understand Bat!John, translating different motions into language.
But just when they think that life is perfect for them, Moriarty happens. He lures Sherlock into a trap and kidnaps him. Through the process of transportation, Bat!John – in a rare moment of sleep – loses his grip on Sherlock’s hair. When he wakes, he panics because his human is lost, and all he can think to do is go to Lestrade and attempt communication.
And now I’ve taken over a reply that took over a text post. Sorry about that. It’s just, the feels were going to kill me if I didn’t write this out.
OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST REICHENBACH BAT!JOHN? YOU MONSTER.
(You’re not really a monster, but it would’ve been a tragedy to miss this opportunity for over-the-top Reichenbach hysteria.)