"So, you are a bat?" "a fruit bat, yes." "Cool." Teddy Manson was what you would expect in a normal fourteen years old guy. Kinda dorky and awkward. Most of the time he spends reading comic books. For some reason he catches someones eyes even though he could be the most average Joe you could meet. His dog, Squeegee, happens to find a not so normal bat with a hurt wing. He decided to let it stay a night. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?