Concessions in the field of logic is a slippery slope that one must unfortunately travel down at times, especially in a place like this.

But for that, there's increased speed, strength, senses, the ability to screech uselessly on a hypersonic level at mutated versions of the Chiroptera order even though they never listen, excellent healing... [looks skyward for a moment, counting some things off on his fingers] My sub-species doesn't require food, nor can we sleep, and of course the limited shape-shifting. There are some other odds and ends, but that's about the gist of it.