“Quickly, wear this,” Damian orders as he pushes a surgical mask into your hands. He cannot have you wandering the Manor like this, you already stick out quite noticeably; your new…features are certain to draw unwanted attention from the Manor’s residents. He needs to get you to the Batcave as soon as possible, it’s the only place with the proper equipment needed to confirm if the transformation was successful. Once they can prove whether or not you are truly a vampire can he move forward with the next phase of his plan.

The second phase of course involving your vampiric ability to transmute into a bat. Damian is positive this is an actual ability. Hotel Transylvania would not lie to him. Damian pulls you along the halls, hand tight in yours. The news of your new condition had been an unexpected variable, but Damian was an expert strategist and perfectly capable of adapting. They would have to measure a new baseline for your abilities, and several dozen hours of training would now be necessary to ensure he and his friend could still fight in perfect sync, but none of that was impossible.

Damian refuses to let your condition create a wedge in your friendship. It was a flaw in his perfectly laid out plan—the one that started from his arrival to his Father’s Manor and ended with him claiming his rightful mantle as the next true Batman—but a plan was worthless if it was not able to be adapted. Your abilities would simply make rooftop races much more of a challenge. They creep down the hidden staircase with silent footsteps and once the pair of teens reach the cave Damian turns to his friend.

“We must determine the extent of your abilities,” he starts, hands akimbo at his sides. “Father’s equipment is the best for this, but first we must address a bigger issue,” the boy’s brows are pulled in seriously, his mouth pinched like he was embarrassed. “Are you able to communicate with bats? I would like to apologize to the ones here for disturbing their peace.”