letitrainathousandflames:

Fives and Echo: the perimeter’s been secured, sir.

Rex: good… wait, Fives why are you carrying your helmet upside down?

Fives, sweating: no reason

*a small, faint meowing is heard*

Rex, raising an eyebrow: no animals in the base, fives. Turn your bucket down.

Fives: but sir…

Rex: now.

*fives flips his helmet and there was nothing in there*

Fives: need anything else, sir?

Rex, scratching his chin: no… no, you can go now, both of you.

*they leave*

Fives, pulling his chest plate forwards so that a small, orange kitty pokes its head out of it: told you it would work.

Echo, waving his head: how in the moons can you be my batcher?

Fives: so you’ll tell the captain?

Echo: …no.