Bruce couldn’t believe this.

An entity he had accidentally summoned had decided to follow him everywhere really was sticking to it.

As in following him to a League meeting.

It’s not like he could stop you, anyways, but the least he could do was force you to shrink to a size he could fit in his utility belt.

Please just don’t do anything dumb.

He muttered, making sure to keep his eyes in front of him so he didn’t accidentally crash the plane. Batplane? Or could he just call it a plane? Hm. Well, why not, now it’s the Batplane.