#Until he's getting hit by it agsffds happy belated halloween :'D

[chiropterx]

She watches him run, low to the ground and... bizarre in a way that would almost be adorable if the motherfucker didn't keep landing his villainous ass in her apartment. "GET OUT!" she bellows, and this time, she swings one of those "white lady chic" cinnamon brooms at him.

It's useless, but it smells festive.

"Out!"

He scurries to safety as far as he can get away from this malicious woman but he's trapped again, walls on all sides preventing Man-Bat from escaping into the night. Not only is she loud but she's carrying another one of those hard sticks, a long thing made for beating that hurts and, if anything, is worse than the one she used to hit him last time. “▅▅▄▄▃▃▂▂!!!” WHACK! Man-Bat squeaks as her aim strikes true, sweet burning scent of something peppery hitting his nose harder than the bristles of her weapon. She shouts again, clearly wanting him gone but he's hard-pressed to leave, instinct bringing back to this location once again. W̶H̷A̶C̶K̵!̷!̸! That smell...! Man-Bat chitters, no longer striking back with his wings as the burning scent assaults his senses again. This fight is lost and, low to the ground, scurry-hops his way past the ferocious female, doing his best to avoid another stinging whack of her broom.