You patrolled New Gotham City in the Batsuit. It was great flying through the city. No evil doers were about, so about 3 am you schelp to Terry's home. Landing on his fire escape, you enter stripping completely. You put the Batsuit into the back pack leaving McGinnis trapped in the jockstrap sitting on the bed. You search his drawers, and find some boxer shorts. You spend the next 20 minutes flexing in front of the mirror.
"McGinnis," you say to the jockstrap, "you got some body, but your taste in clothes sucks. Tomorrow, I'm going to spend your creds to get a decent outfit to show off my new muscles. And you, my friend, are just going to hang around the house, hahaha." You pick up the jockstrap hanging it on a hook in the closet, then you put one of Terry's jockstraps into the pack and go to sleep in Terry's bed.
"Terry!" screams a high pitched voice. Bleary-eyed you blink at this little boy looming over you.
Right. McGinnis has a kid brother, you think.
"Whaddya want--squirt?" you say, reminding yourself to find out what the brat's name is later.
"Little League practice starts today, I need to--"
"Say no more, squirt, you want to borrow some of your big bro's gear so you look cool to the other squirts. No prob, help yourself," you say rolling over. It'll be an excuse for Terry's mother as to why you bought a new wardrobe. You gave your old shirts to the squirt. You go back to sleep.
Matt stares at you, and thinks, like I'd wear your spazzy gear, coach says we all have to wear jockstraps, that's all I need from you.
Matt opens the closet and spots the Bat Jockstrap, Cool, may my bro does have some taste after all. He collects the strap, and heads back to his room.
As Matt models his Little League Uniform for the NEW GOTHAM HEIGHTS KNIGHTS, he starts to feel light headed. He blinks as the room starts to go dark. He hears his brother's voice in his head, Sorry, Matt, but I need to borrow your body for a few minutes.
After Matt left, you can't get back to sleep, so you decide to get dressed in the Batsuit. You're about to pull on the hooded mask, when the door swings open.
"Uh, squirt?" you ask wondering if he knows that you're Batman. Well, if he didn't he knows now, doesn't he.
"We need to talk," Matt says seriously.
You drop down on one knee to face him eye to eye, "Is about me being Batman?" you ask in an understanding voice.
Matt's eyes narrow, and his fist flies.
"I AM BATMAN!" Matt shouts.
You see stars, and everything goes black. You've just been knocked out by a little kid.