#He probably got a good whack off Otis when he snatched him up lmaoooo

[chiropterx]

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"Mr. Flannegan is... I feel him to be a misunderstood individual." Kirk says after a few moments of thinking about it. Where to even begin with Gotham's Ratcatcher? The media had painted the man as a villain, with warped views and an even more warped portrayal of his character. Speaking to the man beneath the gas mask... now that had painted him in a very different light from what others had reported. Mercury scurries up his shirt and he takes a moment to cradle the pale rat, placating her with a peanut. She takes the treat and nibbles it, squeaking softly when he strokes her grey back. "Most people don't like rats. They see them as dirty creatures, especially the wild ones. They're thought of as vicious, even evil if we take certain cartoons and movies into account. Which is nonsense, because they're just animals at the end of the day. They have needs, just like you or I." He could hardly berate Otis when he had a certain appreciation for the common vampire bat. They were similarly seen and treated as vermin by humans in Central and South America when their 'crime' was simply existing in their native habitat. Was a rat any worse than a bat? What made one species worthy of life and special consideration when another could be exterminated without further thought? "Don't tell anybody else I said this, but I think Mr. Flannegan is a very empathic person despite what the news has to say about him. His heart's in the right place, even if his feelings aren't centered on humans specifically. People can be different without being 'evil' or 'insane' simply because they don't fit into society's expectations of normal." After all, what exactly was considered 'normal' in a city like Gotham?

A light in the darkness. That was what the Ratcatcher represented in Man-Bat's mind. A small man, he crept with his rats along the underground tunnels and dwellings where things were quieter, away from the noise and brightness of the city. He too was quiet, his footsteps much lighter than that of most other people and he did not scream, at least not until Man-Bat, vaguely recognizing him above ground, swooped down and snatched him up in his claws. Not to bite or to feast upon his blood, no! There was a memory somewhere that was not connected to that one experience down in the sewers. The man with the light and the rats felt almost like a friend somehow, but where he could not say and unfortunately the man did not feel the same in return. Man-Bat chirped, equal parts curious and disappointed. The Ratcatcher had a sharp stick to go along with his light.