The Story Of Batman

So funny story... Batman was not mine for the longest time. My sister bought him when he was a couple of months old, and he was tiny. He was the runt of his litter and was bullied relentlessly by his siblings. When my sister brought him home, I was in Louisiana on a year-long trip. When I came home, though, I fell in love with the little anxious bunny. Batman has been with me thick and thin. He has a knack for knowing when I need to be cuddled, distracted, or a laugh.

He also, oddly enough, loves horror and true crime. He would thump at me when I changed the video and get very cozy when the spooky narrative continued. So naturally, I made him the mascot of my horror.