Batboy Batman Novels & Stories

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."

An acceptance for myself than a reply to him. "Am I fat, pretty and smart too?" I look to my left, at the source of the voice. Another small boy. This one not above six years old . He have chocolate smeared on his face "Of course Batman. You're very pretty and smart" Who I'll assume is his mom reassure. Cleaning his mouth "I'm fat, pretty and smart" A female voice say. Stepping forward. Standing between the boy and I. She's plus size. Not quite as big as me.

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

He explained, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. "Wow, I think I have my own personal superhero, now I'm just wondering if you're the Flash or Batman?" She proudly said. Hearing that, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, "The flash I understand because I'm fast, but Batman, I don't." Scar giggled at his statement, "Alright, let me make it clear, Batman a.k.a Bruce Wayne is rich, like you." It took him a second before realizing what she said, "Oh, I get it now."

Leaving only traces of blood which then disappeared due to the stagnant water, and the vehicles that passed through the passageways. Now Dantley's powers were back, and he could change his form freely as Marteen again. He was now driving to the company, he had only been in the human calendar for a few weeks or maybe a month, and he had already memorized the streets of the human city. Dantley's eyes then focused on a billboard promoting something there, a movie by the name of Batman, now he knew who Batman was. There was a smile on his lips after learning about Batman.

"He's really strong. Is he the superman my younger brother would never stop talking about?" Sofia laughed. "He's not exactly superman, but he's like... Batman. My Batman." "Do you love your Batman?" "A whole lot. When you get older, you'll have your own Batman. Everyone has their own Batman." Fictional heroes that I didn't care to bother about before now suddenly mattered to me Her parents finally ran to us with a look of relief, telling Sofia that they've been looking for her. We watched as they took her away. "Since when did I become your Batman?", I folded my arms with a soft smile on my face.

I asked as I turned to face Nick. "Why don't you ask your dear best friend over here," he replied instead. "Ash what did you do this time?" Asher had a smug look on his face, "your boyfriend needs to learn that Superman is the best superhero of all time and Batman sucks," he replied with a shrug. "That's why you look like someone who ate a sour lemon?" I asked Nick. "Hey! Batman is a legend, he's just human and yet he does more than Superman whose weakness is the one thing found on his home planet, how pathetic," he said defensively and then rolled his eyes.

As Chase refired the bullet, a hole appeared in Leigh's forehead behind Eric, and he immediately fell down. Chase appeared as though he was looking at a corpse. Facing his gaze, Eric immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Chase, Mr. Chase, d-don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. My name is Eric Bateman, and I'm the only son of the Bateman family—a prominent family in Chitara. I can give you anything you want!" "Oh, really?" Chase chuckled teasingly. "Can you tell me where the headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance is?"

How could he feel such depth of values and relationships in his age? "Is he really my son or a incarnation of a great soul of the past?" I blurted in my daze. I couldn't believe on my ears. The boy was extraordinary with his wits. "What do you mean by my son?" Chase confused eyes danced between us moment later they widened. "It means you're my father Batman." Chase's surprised squeal echoed in the silent air. I had a mortified look. Did I just welcomed the storm by the slip of my whirling emotions?

“What’s this, hmm? My little soldier refusing orders?” Alan’s pout deepened. “It’s the morning one, Mom. The worst! I don’t want it.” Richard came to sit on the other side of the bed, arms folding across his broad chest as he gave Alan a mock stern look. “So what? You think real heroes only eat candy? Even Batman takes his vitamins.” Alan wrinkled his nose. “Batman doesn’t have gross medicine!” “Oh, trust me, champ. He does. How else do you think he runs around Gotham all night? Strong medicine, strong hero.” Richard winked, trying not to laugh.