When Bruce found out about his baby bat, it was because he got up in the middle of the night only to hear his pup crying, he knew something was wrong. Was he hungry? Did he need his diaper changed? Bruce was the alpha bat among the clan.
He walked over to the small pup, smaller than he was supposed to be, and looked down. Dickie's face was red and tears were running down his face like the rain outside. His soft, jet black hair hung low over his forehead and was suck to a coat of sweat.
"Oh, My sweet little pup." He cooed softly at the baby bat, who was just getting his fangs in. Most of the bat-clan got there teeth when they where around five, but Dickie is three. Was some thing wrong? He hoped not.
It was rare for one of the bat-clan to have wings, they usually had fangs,claws, and sensitive hearing. That was basically it. Almost no one of the bat-clan had wings,bat ears or the signature screech. Male's, usually the regno (ruler/alpha), could produce offspring, because of the non-existent females.
But, as he picked up the small pup, he felt two large bumps on his shoulder blades. It was made of peachy, lathery skin and felt hot benieth his fingers. This is what must have causes his pup so much distress.