Batman: Arkham Asylum Costume Novels & Stories

Zack turned his eyes to his face before he arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want to vomit or anything?” his brother asked before Arthur was smiling at him. “Yes, I am sure,” “I just don’t want you to ruin my masterpiece, that’s all,” Zack said before he was dusting invisible lint on the suit that Arthur wore. It was a black Armani suit, courtesy of Caleb, and it was the best piece that Arthur ever wore. Not that he could not buy it, it was just that the Gamma would always be in black pants and sweating when he had to train another batch of recruits and seasoned warriors. It would seem inappropriate to wear something fine to work.

The drinks are green, red, and black. I wear the DC character supervillain Harley Quinn costume with wigs because Bash did not agree to dye my hair while Bash wears a Daredevil costume with a masked horn head. “Shouldn’t you two wear at least a match costume?” Ryker asks. I think he’s Edward Cullen tonight with a thick foundation to look pale and red contact lens. “Ryker!” I launch myself to hug him. He laughs. “Easy there, Harley. Our last encounter wasn’t pleasant. You don’t wanna make this party a real Halloween, do you?”

I reassured them “Yeah me too. Now come on it's a surprise party, stop sulking and come check this incredible cake” Dunlop said pulling them into the crowd “Wow this is amazing. There's superman” Zion jumped excitedly as he made his way over to chat with the owner of the costume “Dad, I can't believe you actually came as my favorite superhero. You look exactly like Batman” William said touching everything Dunlop was wearing “What do you mean I look exactly like Batman? I am Batman. Watch this”

"...I'm already wearing mine." My eyes sweep down his frame, finally taking in his full ensemble. The low-waisted purple suit pants, the long, purple suit jacket left wide open over bare chest, and those two sharp, green war-paint stripes painted down his cheekbones. He looks like a dark, ridiculously gorgeous villain straight out of a comic book–a twisted, modern Joker. "What are you waiting for, sweetheart? Put it on."

Edward shoved me and was about to struggle with me. "Please let me go! You old man!" I yelled and tried everything I could to get his hand off my neck because he would struggle me to death. I saw Ace come over to our location. He was wearing his black vest, his red mask with a flame design, and his combat gloves and weapons. He grabbed Edward on his back and punched him in the face with a straight punch; I stood up and saw him bring a baseball bat. His outfit wall was all black with a flame design; I could see the great physic of his body as he prepared to fight. **

I quickly got up from the edge of the bed as he opened the door with that ever-present smile on his face. He stepped in, carrying something folded neatly across his arm—midnight black fabric with a faint silver shimmer tracing its edges. Without a word, Delta Lucien gently unfolded the garment, revealing a long robe that looked as if it were stitched from shadows and moonlight itself. “This is the outfit you are to wear tonight, Eclipsar Ashen,” he said softly. “Made specifically under Alpha Grayson’s orders.” I stepped closer, letting my fingers brush the velvet-like material, light and smooth like mist. The outer fabric was pitch black, like a sky void of stars, while the inner lining was

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

I giggled at her silly expression and went to change into practice friendly attire, snatching up my coffee and doughnut as I did. By the time the first few patrons had arrived, we were pretty sure we would nail the sequences and so we went to shower and dress, Amy turning into Amber as she slipped into her red leather bodysuit which exposed more than it covered, while I opted for a comfortable black lace set with little crystals which somewhat resembled my belly ring. Clipping a single pink hair extension into place and checking my makeup for the last time, I left the dressing room to help out in whatever way I could.

Tommy stood there holding his phone to his ear, wearing a dark suit and tie, the same as he wore on any workday, and a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses Ian had thankfully never seen before. “I’m at your front door.” Ryan disconnected and stuffed his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. “That’s not a costume.” His partner pocketed his phone and stepped inside. “This is the most successful costume of all time.” “Seriously, man, what the fuck are you supposed to be?” “I’m Clark Kent. I went classic and heroic.” “You went lazy and uncreative. You’re a step down from ghost.” He dropped down on the living room sofa and shoved his feet into black boots.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.