Batboy Dc Novels & Stories

The man also had pointy ears like batman and a long cape, although it was hard to distinguish what was cape and what was man because they were both black and the boy was only eight years old so it's not like he knew the importance of shading and such. At the bottom of the page was 'DADMAN' written in big black letters and then Ezekiel's name written in the corner. It was probably one of the cutest things Cailen had ever seen. "Oh, wow," Cailen said in amazement. "You drew this?" Cailen asked, looking at Ezekiel. Ezekiel nodded, his smile bright on his face. "Do you think he will like it? It's him! Because he's like Batman, he saves people!" Ezekiel said excitedly, jumping in his spot.

CHAPTER 17 ZYLIAH'S POV "Babies, come here." I beckoned to my sons, who were staring at this tall, well-built frame of a man the same way they usually stared at their individual favorite superhero figures-Captain America and Batman. Captain America for Waylen, Batman for Casper. The intrigue and admiration in their eyes was as surprising as it was terrifying. No, it couldn't be. "Waylen. Casper." I repeated, not taking my eyes off this guy with an imposing and impressively intimidating aura.

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?"

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck while Raymond’s hands held her waist, his back now resting slightly against the wall. "What were you thinking before you drank?" she asked with a sly smile. "Since when did you start avoiding alcohol?" "Well, someone has to keep you from falling over, don’t you think?" he replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, indeed," she said, chuckling softly. "Look at you, playing superhero tonight. Tell me, what character are you?" "I’m Batman, saving the beautiful, crazy damsel—Harley Quinn. Or should I say… Daisy Quinn," Raymond said, leaning closer.

“What else do you want to know?” “I only skimmed it,” she told him. “And it didn't have your favorite food. Or color. Or what you like to do on a Saturday night.” He chuckled. “Pizza, blue, and, you can't tell anyone this, but on Saturdays, I put on a special suit and fight crime.” “You're Batman?” Mia made sure to put enough awe into her voice and widen her eyes like she was surprised. “I'm Batman,” Carter said, his voice going low and gravely. Mia couldn't help but giggle. Carter shrugged. “It's expected of billionaires these days to be a superhero. If you don't fight crime, you lose status.”

"I think you have scared him away. I wonder how you did that!" The boy brightened a little and puffed his chest out. "I can do that because I am a batman! And batman can so anythwing! You should tell me when he comes bwack again. I will scware him again!" "Aww, you'd do that for me? You're such a good batman! And handsome too!" He beamed at me and then smiled shyly.

Jane breaks the silence. “you know he was a kid, and I have different reports of a kid terrorizing the town of Accra” said Barack. “some said he is batman superman, I have never see superman doing what I saw today. “do you think it is the same boy?” she asked “No, I don’t, he is a different person entirely, be careful, this are dangerous time and there might be aliens among us.” "Good, have lot of work to do. See you later, I guess." Jane said as Barack nods He wore back his jacket and walked out of the lab.

I don’t move a muscle and just hold the small child as he nears, I whisper to him, “close your eyes tightly.” I release him and his eyes are closed, I turn quicky and plunge my clawed hand into the mans chest and pull his heart out, I hold it up to his blinking eyes, “you should have used this for good deeds, you sick fuck,” his eyes go wide and he slumps down to the floor. I threw his still beating heart down on top of him and turned, scooping up the boy and hand him to Steve. My non-bloodied hand lands on the child’s head, blue light surrounds him as my power heals his little body. I look at Steve “Find him some clothes and get him out of here,” he doesn’t move till I remove my hand fr

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

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."