Batman Beats Novels & Stories

So we all stared at Becka with mouth agape as she gave First a cold stare. "I don't like anyone questioning my combative abilities cause I tend to give them samples that leave a permanent mark so that they won't forget it." Becka said without removing the bread knife. No one dared to stop her or hold her hand cause one wrong move and it'll hit First's eye. But her grip is firm and steady. If something would happen, it would be First's fault cause he moved and he provoked her in the first place. I gulped as I saw how nervous First is and how he tried his best to not move even an inch, afraid that Becky would really attack him.

He also held Tristan's face, digging his nails into his skin. "Don't you have balls? Or do you simply not have the money to pay for what you bought?" "F-Forgive me! I didn't mean—" "You didn't mean to report me to the police?" Beckett's lip curled up. "Fuck. Besides being stupid, I also hate being made a fool." Without warning, Beckett stood up before firmly grabbing the baseball bat. In one swift motion, Beckett hit Tristan's arm with such force that everyone heard the bones crack.

The young man speaks with two words that no one can hear except him. The way he holds his bat is like a sword as it was at the front of his body ready to thurst or slice anything coming to him. He looks at the west where the first group will come. He holds his bat like it was something heavy and swings it horizontally to them from right to left. The bat collides to the thugs making them fall to the ground. It was a heavy hit to them as many of them have been thrown away with only one swing. It was an out of the world strength yet they still didn't question it as they continue to run to him.

It stung. I filed that away and kept moving, bringing my right hand up in a tight, driven motion that caught him across the jaw with the heel of my palm. His head snapped back instantly. Then I followed with the second blow in full extension, same side — and he was done for real. The third one came straight at me with the baton raised above his head in both hands. I watched the arc of it … the angle, the speed, the direction … and I reached up and caught the baton mid-swing with both hands, stopping it clean at a go. The shock of it went through my palms. I twisted, using his own momentum, and then drove my elbow into his ribs in the same motion, and he folded at once.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Stopping, I climb up and lunge at Heavy Metal with the batons. The two of them hitting him, he screams as he glows with powers. Dropping his beam, he instead grabs my arms and pulls me up. "Enough," Heavy Metal yells. "I agree," I say, "Enough. I win." Putting my feet against Heavy Metal's head, I use my speed to stomp against it over and over. Force back, Heavy Metal lets me go as he falls to the ground. Jumping into the air, I land and run toward Heavy Metal. As he gets up, I rise a baton before thrusting it down. With one final scream, Heavy Metal falls to the ground.

Liam probably won't even question why the girl suddenly moved to him. And besides, I have trust in my friend. She can make excuses to her brother. --- "Everything is set–-from the outfits, graphics, posters, plans for the MV, and even the press conferences, scheduled," Rocco boasted when for the first time in a while, I entered Aether. "I carried a load, didn't I?" He even showed me his biceps that didn't bulge even though he insisted to me that they did. "Put that down. You don’t have biceps. Just accept it."

He knocked once and received a gruff response. "Come in." Christopher opened the door and looked at his commander and friend. "Beast," the older man said. "Come in." "How'd you know it was me?" Bruce scowled. "Who the hell else would it be? Nearly seven feet tall with a bandaged face…" Christopher entered and closed the door. He was having a hard time breathing as he took in Bruce's injuries. He had a bandage similar to Christopher's covering half of his face. He was banged up pretty good; black and blue. But that wasn't the worst of it.

It would not budge even an inch. The man was beginning to panic. Beads of cold sweat had collected on his forehead. Liam sneered. Then, with an easy twist, he snatched the bat out of his opponent's hand. At the same time, he whirled around and brought it down, hard, on his opponent's skull. A sickening thud as the bat made contact with its target, and this was soon followed by a sickening crunch and an agonized wail. The man staggered backward, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

He sat on him and repeatedly delivered powerful blows with his fists! It took a few good seconds for Bane to defend himself, punching Axel in the face. He got up, but as he did, Lucas delivered a well-placed strike with his hand. As a result, Bane fell on his back. Lucas did not know where the adrenaline came from, but he felt that enough was enough! He had channeled all his energy and used his motivation to produce that punch. The attack stunned Bane, leaving him on the floor, groaning in pain.