Gotham Surveillance, Live! [Western Crossover]

It was a forest owl named Mumu. The name meant “wood,” as in a particularly wooden piece of wood.

A little one good at camouflage (and only camouflage), Mumu spent every day with its beak open, waiting for dinner to fall from the sky, or watching human gossip for entertainment. It watched Scarecrow work diligently at the chemical plant making poisonous gas, only for Batman to mercilessly confiscate it. It watched the Penguin's restaurant get trashed, and the Penguin stamp around, cursing furiously. The pellets fired from his umbrella struck Batman's cape, and nothing happened.

Gotham was lively every day.

Then one day, Mumu saw Gotham's little prince, Brucey, walk into a dark alley.

And. Start. Taking. His. Clothes. Off.

Good heavens!

Gotham's little prince had molted and turned into a giant bat!!!

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Remember.

Civil war or switching sides, brothers at each other's throats or comrades beating each other up.

Mumu is watching you.

Theme: Use your eyes to witness every sunset and moonrise, and your heart to cherish every meeting and parting