Batman: Arkham Asylum Costume Novels & Stories

The 1 on my hand burnt, searingly ever what felt like thirty seconds and I closed my right hand over the left as I went through the huge doors and into the gym. I couldn't believe I had once felt a part of these petty celebrations, dressing up to come flirt and gyrate away into the night and I must have stood there deep in thought for so long that I didn't see or hear him walk up to me until he clapped a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I stared at the boy in the Batman costume, he had removed the mask, his perfect face looking down at me with eyes soft with concern.

The thought sent shivers crawling up my spine. If I wanted the truth, I had to find her best friend, Scarlett. She must know something. ~ End of Flashback ~ “You look stunning, ma’am. The look suits you perfectly,” the stylist said, her eyes shining as she fixed the last details of my costume. I was dressed as Catwoman, Anne Hathaway’s version. Sleek, body-hugging, with a golden belt that accentuated my waist. The mask gave me a sharp, commanding aura, powerful, confident.

A few days have passed. Arsenio's condition has fully recovered. The incident at the Diamond Hotel, will be a very meaningful lesson for the Young Master of the Guan Family. Jumping from a height is not an effective way to escape. However, if it is very urgent, it doesn't hurt to try. Today Arsenio chose a casual outfit. A plain black short-sleeved t-shirt, pants that are only knee-length in light brown color. Bastian, on the other hand, looks quite different this time. Maybe usually, white shirts, black suits and long pants are always attached to Bastian's body, but for now, Arsenio wants Bastian to have a relaxed style. Short sleeve shirt, but long pants.

The door creaked open, and he walked in wearing a Batman-costumed pajama, a cape at the back. I burst into laughter, forgetting I was too embarrassed to face him. “What… what… what are you wearing?” I coughed, dying of laughter. He looked genuinely confused, which made it even funnier. “A pajama?” He replied softly, rubbing his neck. I nodded, trying not to hurt his feelings. “Well, I won't argue that. It suits you. I see your favorite color is black, but is the cape necessary…?” I burst into laughter again. He waited patiently.

Just Ark and I, sitting at a small round table. Yet somehow my mind drifted to Zayne again. What would it look like if he and I were sitting here? Ark noticed me spacing out and kept staring. I straightened immediately. I didn’t dress dramatically, just a simple black gown with a slit. My body had a way of making even the simplest outfits look luxurious. Ark wore a black suit instead of his usual white. “You look beautiful, Lisa,” he said. “No woman has ever caught my attention the way you did, without even trying.”

A few tears of joy had already fallen down my cheeks and forced Amanda to fix her creation before we left the chamber. Ten minutes later, I passed the threshold of the coronation room. Ash waited there for me. He wore a black tuxedo with a white shirt and black tie. His broad shoulders were covered by a cape similar to the one I had, but unlike mine, the feathers on his cape were raven black. He turned to face me, and his eyes burned. "You're the most perfect Queen the Dark Realm could hope for," he whispered, taking my hand in his.

He whispered into my ear, leaving my skin tingling and my heart beating rapidly before he moved away. God! I can't wait to go home and hide from him. *** I looked down at my costume, I was wearing tight black jeans, brown boots, a blue button-up shirt, and thick-rimmed spectacles. I was dressed as Harley Quinn. Ava and I got out of her car, slamming the door behind us. She joined by my side and both of us were inside the hall on the top floor of the Carter Enterprise where the Halloween party was held. We were walking through the sweaty crowd of dancing bodies. There were so many crazy costumes. I think I just saw a guy dressed as a 'dick' back there.

Felly Lopez and the others all changed their expressions when they heard this, Ashley was clearly laughing at them for their unimportant supporting role. "Ashley, what are you proud of? Even if you try your best to seduce Martin Blackstorm, Martin Blackstorm won't fall in love with you! I advise you, don't make you lose your face." Felly Lopez said unwillingly. Suddenly, a pleasant male voice came from behind, "Everyone is here!" Martin Blackstorm was wearing a bluish-white costume, holding a folding fan in his hand. Those small groups couldn't take their eyes off, and pink bubbles popped out of their eyes.

The belladonna drops were already working; the edges of the dress blurred and swam in her vision. "Put it on," Tristan said from the washbasin. He was shaving, the razor scraping against his jaw with a rhythmic shuck-shuck. "It’s indecent," Saoirse whispered, clutching her rough wool tunic. "It’s a costume," Tristan corrected, wiping soap from his face. He turned to look at her. He was dressed for war disguised as a party—black breeches, high polished boots, and a coat of deep charcoal velvet with silver buttons. He looked devastatingly handsome and entirely dangerous.

She looks around, searching for a familiar face. "Yes, Max and Tatiana are dressed as the Bella twins and Ashley is Harley Quinn." I roll my eyes as I say it. Ashley was so determined to dress up as superhero or whatever and after I said no to spiderman and superman, we both compromised and eventually decided on Harley Quinn. "Okay, I'm going to go find them." She kisses me cheek before she's off to find our other friends. Wow, that costume is working wonders because Kristen is never carefree. Good, all my friends are here. Everyone is having a blast, eating and indulging in underage drinking.