Batman: Arkham Asylum Costume Novels & Stories

Maybe he was growing too soft a man to be named as alpha, and needed to harden up for the tasks ahead There was no time to sit and ponder on things too deep of which for the current situation. He crept out of the bathtub wet and all soaked, and with his hands stretched, he grabbed hold of a towel nearby and began to do justice to it as he wiped off every drop of water on his body. And while time was moving quickly, so did he. He had put on his black costume, that which had some golden embroidery around the chest and little part of the shoulder region. With his hair brushed and well oiled, he checked himself against the mirror. What he wore wasn't too loose for himself neither was it too tigh

His hair is ruffled up into a messier 'just fucked' version of his everyday look. He looks hot, I'm pretty sure this is him trying to dress like the joker but not going because he is too egotistical to dress as anyone but himself. It must run in the family because well, look at his sister, she's dressed as the replica of the Moon goddess that she is. Santiago is dressed as Batman minus the cape, the suit convincing me he should actually be him but I don't stare long because Adrian is watching me watch the room tonight. I don't need to see him to feel his piercing gaze of warning.

Aaron's father said, picking up his coat and briefcase, handing Aaron the address before heading out the door. Aaron went to inspect the costume he was to wear, seeing that it was only a stupid batman thing with a mask. "No problem, I guess." He was excited to go; he'd been pretty bored all day. Plus, he thought since he was doing his father a favor he'd be able to get away with some drinking. He was only 18 but his parents never seemed to care too much.

The cafeteria around them seems to fade away as he becomes completely absorbed in this new mission– finding matching accessories that will mark them as united front against anyone who dares to challenge their relationship status. Anna stands up and circles around the table to go sit beside him so she can look at the options on his phone with him. “Oh, I like those,” she said pointing to a split phone case design made up of two halves that come together to form a single scene when placed side by side. On the right half, there is a stylized depiction of Batman standing tall and slightly turned, his body angled toward the left half. Batman’s cape drapes heavily around him, forming dark, flowing

The announcer comes out dressed in a spiffy black and white tuxedo to introduce Azazel and his opponent. Azazel moves into the small imitation Colosseum ring, wearing loose black low-rise stretch pants, no shirt, black boots, and carrying a black steel sword and shield with a red dragon engraved in the middle. His head is covered with a black Corinthian helmet. Oddly enough, it reminds me of the uniform he wore in my dream. His muscled chest and abs glisten under the bright light of the ring. My mouth waters at the sight of his six-pack and the V of his pelvic bones. There’s just something about seeing a man ready for battle. He’s the ultimate alpha male. The kind of warrior a woman dreams o

Inside, Julian walked through the halls of his firm in a deep navy suit, his silver-rimmed glasses perched delicately on his nose as he flipped through a stack of case briefs. “Mr. Morelli?” his secretary called from behind her desk. “Yes?” “You have a video call with the Barcelona embassy at four, and the Milan bank papers came through. Also, your boys want to know if they can wear superhero costumes under their uniforms again.” Julian stopped. Blinked. “They wore them again?” he asked. “Yes. This time they picked Batman and Deadpool.” Julian laughed under his breath. “Tell them I said only if Miss Maria doesn’t notice.” The secretary gave a cheeky salute. “Already texted her. She said ‘Too

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to go in as the Black Widow and free herself and Knight from her Uncle’s terrifying grasps, but she wasn’t up for that task. Not yet anyway. Barbie pulled out a crisp uniform from the very compartment she had taken her wig out of, a deep sigh of relief escaping her lips when she checked the tag and found 2XL written boldly in black. Her entire plan had been banking on the fact that she not make any mistakes, despite the state she was in. She was glad to see that she hadn’t made any yet. When she changed into the clothes and her gaze caught her reflection for the last time, a bitter pang slapped hard against her chest. The girl in the ruined mauve dress w

They look relaxed and happy, like they're headed into a resort, not their nine-to-five grind. Damn, I want this job.I changed my outfit appropriately ninety-seven times this morning, and I usually don't care what to wear. But this is the interview of a lifetime, and I've obsessed over getting every detail right. In the end, I chose a sleek black suit, the kind with a fitted jacket and short tight skirt.I opted for no hose, going bare-legged but stuffed my feet in a pair of sexy heels. Underneath the suit jacket went my favorite Batgirl shirt. It fits tight around my breasts , and the hot pink glittery bat nestles perfectly between the lapels of my jacket.

Ashr must have known what I was thinking about because he smiled and told me I'd be fine. "You need some clothing and maybe a collar," he mumbled softly and I shook my head. Then I thought it be easier to escape with clothes instead of the stupid robe. Ashr went towards a closet and tossed me a flight uniform. It was a one piece black fabric that formed itself to one's body and not very appropriate for a male. I was desperate so I quickly pulled the fabric up my legs and zipped it up my chest. Ashr was chuckling at how absurd I looked and pulled off the shirt he was wearing and handed it to me. I thanked him as I pulled it over my head. I felt his fingers going through my hair. "We need to c