🦇🍃 A funny short story
“Nana Nature Girl vs. The Very Serious Batman”
Batman arrived at the garden like a dramatic shadow with excellent posture.
He looked around at the sunshine, the flowers, and the birds chirping like they were getting paid per tweet.
“This is… not Gotham,” he said.
Nana Nature Girl waved from behind a tomato plant like it was a VIP curtain. “Welcome, Batman! You’re in
Nature.”
Batman squinted. “Nature… is the name of the criminal?”
Nana giggled. “No, honey. Nature isn’t a villain. Nature is everything outside that wasn’t built in a factory.
It’s the trees, the bugs, the clouds, the dirt—”
Batman’s cape stiffened. “The dirt is part of it?”
Nana nodded proudly. “Oh yes. Dirt is basically the deluxe chocolate cake of the Earth. Everything grows in it.”
Batman crouched down like he was about to interrogate the ground. “Tell me what you know.”
A worm popped up like it had been waiting for its moment. Batman’s eyes narrowed.
“Is that… a tiny pink snake?”
The worm wiggled politely. Nana whispered, “That’s a worm. Worms are nature’s underground construction crew.
They make tunnels so plants can breathe and drink.”
Batman whispered back, dead serious: “Do they have a union?”
Nana tried not to laugh. “Probably.”
A bee zoomed by like a fuzzy helicopter. Batman instantly reached for a batarang.
“WAIT!” Nana said, gently grabbing his arm. “That’s not a villain either. That’s a bee. Bees pollinate flowers.”
Batman blinked. “Pollinate.”
“It means they help plants make fruit,” Nana said. “Without bees, we don’t get apples, strawberries, or—”
Batman’s voice lowered. “No strawberries?”
Nana shook her head. “No strawberries.”
Batman stood up straighter, suddenly concerned in a very heroic way. “Then the mission is clear.”
Nana smiled. “Exactly. Nature is like the world’s biggest team project. Plants make oxygen, bees help plants,
worms help the soil, birds spread seeds—everybody has a job.”
Batman looked around at the garden again, softer this time. A leaf fell dramatically in front of him like the
universe was trying to be cinematic.
He caught it midair. Of course he did.
“This place is… suspiciously peaceful,” he said.
Nana patted his cape like it was a blanket. “That’s because nature doesn’t need gadgets to be amazing.
You just have to slow down and look.”
Batman stared at the leaf in his hand.
Then—very quietly, so no one could quote him later—he said:
“...I like nature.”
Nana gasped like she’d just witnessed a miracle. “Batman! You’re becoming a garden hero!”
Batman cleared his throat. “I am still the night.”
Nana pointed at the stars starting to peek out. “Perfect. Tonight, you can protect the moonflowers.”
Batman nodded solemnly.
And that’s how Batman saved the world…
…by not throwing a batarang at a bee.