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Batman as an actual bat
Batbat pt 3
Part two
Damian took great care to sneak the little bat into his room. Obviously, he knew the bat must be injured in some way, so when he got to his room he wrapped the little guy up on his pillow before running to grab a first aid kit in his attached bathroom.
Damian figured he would have enough things to treat any injuries, but made sure to bring his laptop over to the bed to do some research before he touched the little guy. The bat was surprisingly calm as he watched videos on bat care and how to find and treat injuries.
After he was confident in his abilities he gently nudged the bat out of its blanket huddle and gave him an examination to search for any broken bones or injuries. He didn’t find anything until he tried to hold the bat’s left wing, and it let out a squeak. “Sorry, sorry,”Damian reassured the creature, and felt along the bones until he found the break.
Damian sighed, feeling sympathy for the poor thing as he dug out some materials to splint the wing. Surprisingly, the bat kept calm through the whole time, only squeaking or flinching when the broken parts were jostled or held steady. Damian winced at each squeak, but gently tried to reassure him.
Not long after the Bat’s wing was properly treated, Damian heard a knock on the door. He panicked, draping the blanket over the bat gently and rushing to the door in time for Grayson to open it.
“What do you want,”Damian bit out. He didn’t want Grayson to know he’d smuggled in yet another animal. He knew his older brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Have you seen Tim? He hasn’t been back from patrol yet and he isn’t ansering his comm,”Grayson worried.
“Tt. As if I keep track of what that idiot does,’Damian scoffed, moving to close the door when a loud squeak filled the air. Damian froze and Grayson’s eyes snapped to Damian.
“What was that?” “Nothing.”
“It sounded like-”Richard continued, trying to nudge his way into Damian’s room, only for the younger brother to block his path.
“Do not come in my room, Grayson,”Damian warned, and the bat started squeaking again, making Damian sigh.
“But-,”Richard grunted, successfully shoving past the door,”That sounds like an animal! Do you have a kitten again? Ooh or a bird? Can I see?”
“Stop- no it’s none of those and you’re going to scare him-”Damian rushed, grappling with his older brother, who only lifted him over his shoulder in a carry Damian was sadly very familiar with.
“C’mon Dames, I won’t tell!” Dick said, only for Damian to scoff.
“That’s what you said last time,”Damain huffed. He was ignored as Grayson searched the room, swiftly approaching the moving blanket.
Part four coming soon
if Batman got hit by a curse and turned into an actual bat would he be the Batbat
Jason is the epitome of masculine rage and Tim is the epitome of feminine rage.
That is it