Batman Black Canary Novels & Stories

She wanted to remember. Thick steel ring through her septum. A heavy tattoo gun buzzed right above her cunt: “PROPERTY OF DAMIEN BLACK” in big black letters with arrows pointing straight down to her pierced, ruined holes. Then the permanent collar—thick steel, welded shut around her neck forever. A metal plate bolted on that read “Black’s Prize Pony – Do Not Return.” Damien fucked her slow and deep on the table right after, staring into her empty eyes while she whispered broken “thank you Owner” between sobs and orgasms.

"Fine! I'll eat 'Ultraman' again... And what's with that face? Did you sleep well? You look tired... Are you okay?" "Huh?... Well, I stayed up a bit... But it's nothing serious..." "Sure?" Sotomayor stroked his face right on his dark circles. "Dark circles don't suit your handsome face!" "Don't touch me! Go have breakfast!" He ordered, removing Sotomayor's hands and turning away so as not to see her. "Oriental Gray: Why do you call yourself Black Cat?... Black Cat: Because I'm a cat with nowhere to go. There's no place for a black cat that brings bad luck... Oriental Gray: Could it be that you've come across the wrong owner?"

There were all kinds of strange poisons, the peculiarity of some even exceeding the boundaries of human imagination. Although Wesley knew Kiran was invulnerable to poison, the latter would be ensnared once he unleashed the replicable bat poison. At that time, the others could tear into him. It was a living, moving cage. Wesley was brimming with confidence. “Kiran York, I’ll show you the power of Mawi’s black magic!” With a sweep of his arm, black bats surrounded his body like black clothes, creating a rather disgusting sight.

"I can be more fun then they were... and what is a little discomfort to me? I mean, considering my options here..." She had a point. We had talked long enough I decided I better introduce myself. "You can call me Batman for now. To be honest, I am tempted. But it may not end well for you. I make no promises except that I am not a nice person, and if you cause me the slightest problem I will be forced to kill you and then have to dispose of the body. Since you will be forcing me to do it, it will not be the quick death I would be inclined to use here. You should know that. Also, I offer no party drugs, I don't hold or use. Are you still interested?"

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

Without them, all I have left is to be heartless. The doors slide open to the elevator. I enter my biometrics, letting the walls scan me from every angle, as I order it to descend, several floors beneath Grant Group, into the vault. Only a few people know it exists, and even fewer people have access. Reggie can enter, but he never does, and Katelyn, but only because she is the one who designed everything inside this room. The two of them jokingly call this my “Bat Cave.” “Just don’t think I’m Robin, Batman,” Reggie once chuckled.

“Yeah, Batman Year Two is a much more raw and unpolished version of the Dark Knight. When you watch your Glitch streams, you can see Ecto becoming the highly efficient, OP player he was meant to be but, at the same time, he’s vulnerable. It’s like he bleeds at every hit, and dies a little before every regeneration. And then he comes back more determined than ever. I swear he gives me John Wick vibes; the ultimate Sigma Male. The game bosses become more and more hardcore and…” Terra noticed Kate getting sad and lowering her eyelashes. He wound up his geeking out. “… but that’s just me cause I’m biased. I call him Spark Knight because he’s like a little lone firefly in the dark. He goes throug

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Vermont could not help but spurt the tea in his mouth all over. He coughed for some time as his face turned extremely red. However, he still teased Felicity, "If my name is Doggy, does that make you Bitchy? It doesn't sound too bad. We can call ourselves the Night Howlers, and our children can be called Cute Puppies. What do you think?" Felicity's face turned red from anger, "Only your children will be called puppies!"