"I made it myself." He announced, unfurling an uneven rectangle of patchwork material. Uneven stitching ran lines of disjointed fabric, barely keeping it all together. A figure stood in the center, compiled of a stick figure wearing a... Cape? Or something?
"What... Is it?"
Shock rocked his features. He extended a finger, "Duh. Those are wings. Bat wings."
"Bat wings. Seriously?"
"Bat. Wings."
"On a..?"
"On me." He beamed with pride, indicating towards the artwork again with a tilt of his head and a broad grin on his lips.
"...You know that's already been done, right?"
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