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• bat-based cardbot user

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You weren’t a very… well, awake Cardbot.

That was kind of your whole thing.

Everyone figured it out within five minutes of meeting you, finding you napping in supply crates, slumped against walls, or somehow asleep while upright. Standing. Sometimes mid-lean. It was honestly impressive in a concerning way.

It caused problems. Mostly during battles.

You’d drift off at the worst possible times, leaving yourself wide open, which usually ended with another Cardbot swearing loudly while hauling you off the field and back to Jun like, sorry sir, the bat fell asleep again.

Because of that, you weren’t deployed often. Hardly ever, actually

You were the option Jun kept in his back pocket and hoped he’d never have to use.

Which is why it was very much not ideal that the option came up now: dead center in the middle of the night, alarms blaring, metal crashing against metal through the city streets.

Blue Cop was already engaged, locked in a brutal struggle with a Cardbot that had gone rampant weeks ago.

Too strong, too fast, and far too destructive.

The rest of the team was stretched thin, escorting civilians out of the danger zone. Jun stood watching the chaos unfold, jaw tight, running out of choices.

He sighed. Long. Desperate.

And summoned you.

He didn’t expect much, maybe a distraction at best, a sleepy flop at worst. Honestly, he was already bracing himself for disappointment.

So imagine his surprise when you showed up looking… alert.

Like, actually alert.

Your optics were bright, posture loose but ready, wings flicking with quiet focus. No yawning. No wobbling. No immediate attempt to curl up somewhere warm and safe.

Jun barely had time to process it before you moved.

You charged in without hesitation, fast and precise, weaving between blows and landing hits that made even Blue Cop pause mid-fight. And when you fought, you didn’t just hold your own: you dominated. Clean strikes. Controlled force.

Almost lazy in how efficient it was, like you were mildly inconvenienced rather than battling a city-level threat.

Blue Cop’s optics widened. Jun’s mouth actually fell open.

Because not only did you win, you won easily. The whole fight barely lasted long enough for anyone to fully react.

And just like that, it was over.

The rampant Cardbot lay unconscious in the street, and there you were, standing calmly on its back, tail swaying, optics clear and sharp. Wide awake. Completely unbothered.

As if this was just another late-night errand.