Batarou Week

Sunday 2018

Gen: Moving in*
Nsfw: Public
AU: Angels & Demons

What an idiot he was.
Metal Bat, a hero, getting the room set for Garou of all people to sleep in.
Zenko surprisingly didn't mind having to move to the smaller room, the one closest to Badd's own room. He didn't know if it was because she felt safest closer to him, or if she was just being generous to the new roommate.
Hopefully Badd could find the fucker.
Who knew where Garou went. But he at least hoped he was still underneath that bridge in City Q. Or else he'd have to look for him all over again.
"I have the bedding!" Zenko announced, placing the pile on the empty bed. "Now you go find him!"
"You've got this on your own?" Badd asked.
"It's just the bedding left, right?" Badd nodded. "Then I have it. So go find him," Badd chuckled to himself as she pushed him out into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Thankfully Garou was at the same spot Badd had found him last time. How he survived last night's blizzard Badd had no idea. But he knew he wasn't gonna let the dumbass spend another night outside in the freezing cold.
"C'mon," Badd ordered, lightly kicking Garou's knee. "Ge'up," Garou groaned, but didn't fight Badd's commands, slowly getting up to his feet.
"What do you want?" He scowled.
"C'mon," Badd turned and started back home, Breifly stopping when he noticed Garou wasn't following. "I'm not gonna say it again," Garou merely rolled his eyes but followed when Badd started walking again.
It took longer to get home than it was to reach Garou's hide out. He assumed it was thanks to him stopping every now and then to make sure the idiot didn't drop dead behind him. But when they reached home, Badd pushed Garou inside.
"Oh!" Zenko hopped off the couch and ran over, taking Badd's jacket, who dragged Garou to the restroom.
"Get yourself washed up. And I'll find somethin better than whatever the hell it is you're wearin," Badd told, closing the bathroom door and heading down the hall to his own room.
He was sure he had some old clothes that'd possibly fit Garou. Of course he would get the fuck head his own clothes someday, but it was already 9pm.
"Find him in the same spot?" Badd nodded. "Good,"

"Here," Badd handed Garou the outfit. "Hopefully they fit," Garou nodded his thanks, heading back inside the restroom, Badd heading down to the kitchen to make dinner. He cooked more than what was needed, but figured Garou would be starving, which he ended up being right about.
Zenko had told him to slow down about five times, and each time Garou would, but of course went back to scarfing food down his throat.

"Night big bro!" Zenko called from down the hall. "Night Garou!"
"Night sis!" Badd replied, nudging Garou's foot, who swallowed whatever food he had in his mouth.
"Night lil bat!" He called.
After Zenko went to bed it didn't take long for Garou to fill up, and that's when Badd realized how fucking tired the guy was.
"Done?" Badd asked, standing up and taking care of the dishes. He almost jumped when he found Garou right behind him with the plates. He took them and placed them among the rest of their dishes. "C'mon," Badd headed down the hall to the spare room and opened the door, gesturing inside. "You can sleep here,"
"Thanks," Garou mumbled, heading inside and closing the door before Badd could say anything, who stood there a few seconds to process what he just said before heading to his own room, deffinately not thinking on how this was such a bad idea.

-I didn't finish 2018's Batarou week. Maybe this year I might-