Batboy Batman Novels & Stories

He pulls Anna closer against his side protectively as they browse through options more seriously. “Here,” Anna said after a moment of browsing and points to two Smartphone covers places side by side, designed to form a single continuous illustration when aligned together. On the left phone cover is Batman, from the shoulders up, his muscular build emphasized by his suit, showing his defined shoulders and upper back. Above him is a large, pale full moon that glows softly and contrast against the dark sky, casting faint rim light along the edges of Batman’s figure. On the right phone cover is Catwoman in her typical black tight suit, a plume of smoke curling through the scene and originating f

Batman? Rich? Well… The rich part was true. But Batman? That was new. --- Later that evening, Naomi returned home from class. "Mama!" Leo ran to her. "What happened?" "The handsome man was in the park!" Naomi blinked. "The same man?" "Yes!" Martha laughed. "Apparently, he is Batman." Naomi burst out laughing. "Batman?" Leo nodded seriously. "Or a prince." Naomi laughed so hard that tears came out. "My little lion, you have too much imagination."

“Hopefully…he doesn’t decide to do anything to you…if you were to speak back to him, show him resistance or that fire I see in your eyes, he won’t care about Prince Ruben’s claim over you, he will want to break you.” “So like you he likes to break things?” Kat said sourly. Batton grimaced and gave Kat a filthy look. “Nothing like me…I tame through positive reinforcement, reward and mutual trust…he literally breaks a creature through pain, torture and humiliation.” Kat huffed, sounding bored, causing Batton to once again study her, enthralled. She is clearly already broken. “Nothing new there…” She muttered to herself. “You are an intriguing little demon…” Batton said softly before straighten

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

His mouth twitches, and amusement flickers across his face as he runs a hand through his hair lazily. “Do I look like the staff?” he asks, voice heavy with arrogance. I hesitate, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Then who are you?” He tilts his head, his smirk widening, and then drops his voice into that familiar rasp from every childhood movie. “I’m Batman.”

It was at least the size of a saucer. She slay a bat and spilled the blood on her body, Lucy shook but still didn't wake up. Her wheezy, cackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. A row of teeth, blackened and broken into stubs, like old tombstones, lay below her cruel and jagged eyebrows. They hinted at her cruelty as they arced up and over her dead-fish eyes like sickles. Those eyes suddenly shimmered with the spite of a thousand years as she turned fully towards Travis and pinned him with her gaze.

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

Their expressions reflected wonder without predetermined judgment, interest without instructed aversion. A small boy perhaps seven years old approached without hesitation while others maintained cautious distance. His features struck the Shadow Knight with unusual force, creating recognition beyond rational explanation. Not identical to Marcus in physical appearance, but something in his expression, in the fearless curiosity animating his face, resonated with painful familiarity. "You're the one they talk about," the child stated, his direct manner refreshing after so much adult dissembling. "The knight who became shadow to fight bad people who pretend to be good."

What made that bad so unusual was the size bats at the time were miniature and rare to see, unlike this one, it was the size of a basketball. As the two got closer to each other, they examined seeing all the differences they had, so the little boy put his hand out, showing the bat that he was friendly and that he was not going to hurt him, but what he does not know was this wasn’t an ordinary bat. So as the bat slowly went to his finger, he was getting his jaw and all ready to bite the vampire himself.

I was excited, “you know Batman?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t know where that came from.” This time she took her top lip in her teeth and rubbed her head. “Did I hear that from somewhere? TV maybe?” “Well, you probably did, Batman is one of the more popular comic book characters, he has had more movies than any other superhero.” “Ahh, okay.” “And you are going to watch all of them.” I smirked. Samantha rolled her eyes playfully. “Yay.” She said sarcastically as she smirked. “Want me to order lunch? What do you want?”