Batman Beats Novels & Stories

Wolan smashed into the wall, shattering it to pieces. Anthony took advantage of Alfred's distraction to claw at his throat but Alfred quickly turned into a swarm of bats, flying toward the window. Srymium hastily took a big solar-powered flashlight from Anthony's tactical rucksack and flashed it on the bats. Alfred turned back to human, burning and growling with his eyes closed. The instant Srymium turned off the light, Wolan sliced Alfred's back and hurled him across the hall. Alfred rather flew up and sliced Wolan’s neck. Jacob came at Alfred, Alfred froze him, breaking his bones, Jacob growling. Tyson lunged at Alfred, he froze and broke him too.

Richard was on him in a heartbeat. Here it comes. End of the trail, chief. Get ready for it. The whistling bat took his kneecap apart and Salt crumbled with a screech. His stunned gaze flashed to the Blazer as he went down, to the CPS grille guard sneering in the dappled shadows. Richard was already shifting, taking up the two-handed grip. Get ready, bastard. Motherfucker. This one’s for the dog— George’s prize bat descended, and the bones in Salt’s face crunched.

Bates failed to react in time to one of Leandro’s attacks, causing his eyes to widen as Leandro’s palm hit him square in the chest! Snorting contemptuously as he watched Mr. Bates spurt blood out his mouth, Leandro then sneered, “Bold of you to think that you can still handle young people, you old b*stard!” Following that, Leandro kicked Mr. Bates right in his stomach, sending the old man flying backward! Landing quite a distance away, Mr. Bates—who was now lying on the ground—was unable to even crawl back up anymore… Sadly, his age was the factor that disallowed the old man from winning against Leandro. There was simply no competing against a younger person’s speed…

He clenched his jaw and glared at the guard who tased him. “You bloody bastards just ruined a reunion between my lady and me.” He rolled over and leaped up to his feet as graceful as a circus performer, towering over the guards once more. He picked up the bat he’d dropped and smacked it into his open palm. “I’m gonna teach you bogs a lesson you’ll never forget.” He hit his palm again. “So that every time you see a bat, you’d piss yourself. Would you like that, you—“ His large body spasmed again as a female guard tased him, causing him to drop his bat. He seemed to crumple into himself before going down hard on the ground. He didn’t move.

He would hate to waste any more of his time on a mere bodyguard. "Yes, sir!" Not wasting another second, Batu dashed towards Darryl. His right fist swang out and approached with such power and speed that it bent the air around it. In a blink of an eye, the fist reached Darryl with pure brute force. "Haha...That kid is going to turn into mush!" "Batu should've done it sooner..."

The man shouted that until now I still don't care about its name. I don't know whether to be happy or nervous. Yes, Cayden will be my opponent, he's on my side but at the same time, we're pretending! Will it make our fight come true? Fuck! I admit that it's not inferior to me, with a huge gap. But it's up to Batman. Cayden and I walked toward the ring. I'll just pray that the damage won't be serious because I might end up in the hospital the next time I open my eyes.

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.

She was astonished by the relaxed demeanor of the handsome and dashing man before her. “ This person, a psycho. He, a psychopath... how could he be this calm? He's playing games with me.. Amidst this chaos,' ' Anindira grumbled in her heart. ''You're silent... you're starting to be afraid of me,'' said the Batman with a proud smile on his face, ''Of course, your lion is powerless against me, he's already collapsed...'' ''You look very satisfied…'' "Of course, I won the battle with him… your man is weak."

The two vampires clashed again and again, their blows echoing throughout the arena as they exchanged punches, kicks, and slashes with lightning speed. In a daring maneuver, Dexter shifted seamlessly into his bat form, swooping through the air with deadly precision. Draven followed suit, his bat form a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky as they engaged in a midair battle of claws and fangs. But it was Dexter who seized the decisive moment, his instincts guiding him to exploit a momentary opening in Draven's defenses. With a swift and calculated strike, Dexter delivered a powerful blow that sent Draven crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

He didn't mind the sun, but Batman had a thick fur that wasn't suited for the heat. He tried to build a steady pace but was feeling off his game. After forty-five minutes of a run that would be forever engraved in his tracking watch as his worse time ever, he decided to call it quits. Batman was clearly tired of following his erratic rhythm and the usually soothing environment was getting under his skin. And he knew exactly who to blame. He checked his watch, hoping the time was decent enough to call his mother's assistant. It was Sunday, but he knew the woman didn't believe in weekends. If he had to wait another hour, he'd probably kick something. Lucky for him, it was already eight in the