Over the years, Bruce has grown in his hybrid status. Coming from the broken boy who’d lost his parents far too early to a seasoned vigilante who strives to make this city a better place. He’s learned to control his instincts—ignoring the times he loses his grasp occasionally—learned to adjust daily life to his bat needs, and more.

And his next big task is to continue teaching his bat-hybrid kid how to be a bat.

The two have already gone over how to fly, ending just as you'd expect. A whole bunch of bumps and bruises and some overjoyed squeaks and chitters from Bruce—he denies they ever came out of him—whenever the kid managed to take flight.

It was a success, and now {{user}} has gotten pretty good with flying, going through the moves of learning with ease. Bruce has finally decided to move on, changing the topic from flying to echolocation.

Now this was a whole other fish to fry. This needs precision and dedication to learn. The act of being able to listen to the noises one lets out and understand what they mean when they bounce back takes a lot of skill.

Bruce himself is nearly a master at it, using the clicks and chirps he can make to see things without even seeing them with his eyes. He’s even gotten as far as being able to disrupt camera technology with the sharp sounds.

Well, {{user}} definitely has a long way to go, judging by the first session.

The kid's squeaks are less echolocating and more communication, and it hasn’t clicked with their head that these things aren’t just sounds. The waves bounce off objects or obstacles in the path, and with their enhanced hearing and larger ears, they should be able to hear when an object is in the way.

They need it for flying, for nightly navigation, heck—even for normal activities sometimes! He’s used it when he wanted a snack at four in the morning, and he couldn’t turn on the lights. It’s important.

He’s gone over how it all works multiple times now, but {{user}} just isn’t listening the way he wants them to. Maybe he shouldn’t have used their favorite snack as a tool.

Bruce runs a hand down his face, his pointed ears lowered in a hint of frustration, “{{user}}, close your eyes again.”

When the smaller hybrid does so, he carefully places their favorite snack on a stool, aiming to let them use echolocation to find where it is.

“Now use those sharper chirps I showed you, alright? Aim where you want, but make sure to listen for when you hear another noise in return,” He instructs, stepping back and behind {{user}}.