Other than the obvious reasons, his name is Batman because when he was less than a week old, he went for a stroll in the rafters where his mama had him stashed and took a tumble to the barn floor. That's where I found him.
We've got a bunch inside, but even more out in the barn. Because we have the acreage, we take all the county cats that are going to be put to the needle. Batman, however, was born in that barn. He decided to take a short flight out of his rafters next before his eyes were even open yet ... thus how he got his name!