Batman: Blind Justice Novels & Stories

Hayden murmured, “if I were the kind of man who needed to prove something, that might bother me.” Jacob gave a mocking laugh. “You mean to tell me it doesn’t?” “No,” Hayden replied quietly. “Because I’ve already built what others only dream about… even without sight.” The words hit like glass breaking. Jacob’s laugh died in his throat. The table was silent again. Hayden turned his face toward me for a second, his blind eyes soft but unreadable, before facing forward again. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said calmly, “I need a moment of air.”

Mini nodded her head. "I believe you." She said, clearing her throat to probably get rid of the lip forming within, and nodded to the stairs. "We should go." She said. "They're probably waiting for us." Mini and I walked the rest of the way in silence. She led me to the gym she mentioned earlier, where Ollen and Sam were sparing. I stood by the door and watched the two me. Despite being blind, Ollen was not at a disadvantage, as one might think. He moves swiftly, blocks attacks from his beta, and throws his own punches. He barely missed the other man, hitting at every chance he got.

I shouted, causing my Beta to freeze. He followed me as I walked towards them. Then a voice shouted my name. “Damon!” This came from her male companion. The voice was familiar, but right now my entire focus was on the woman—my mate. One of my guards reached over, ripping the blindfold off her face. Her grey eyes revealed, she punched the guard in the throat, but I was focused on her eyes. She was blind. My mate… was blind. A ripple of disbelief ran through me, but I shut it down. I had waited twenty-five years for this bond, dreamt of what she might be like. I never imagined this.

The guards exchanged uncertain glances, hesitating. Nathan laughed coldly, casually picked up a baseball bat, and walked over to me. Looking down at me from above, his eyes filled with mockery and contempt. "They don't dare, but I do." I looked up at him in despair. The gentle affection we once shared seemed like an illusory dream. I couldn't believe he would treat me this way. I fearfully tried to back away, but he kicked me to the ground. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and before I could recover, he viciously struck my already injured left leg with the bat.

I asked as I tightened my grip on my sword. “Yes! Let’s go!” Gertrude yelled as I began to charge at them. “Don’t make me laugh please. This is hilarious. What chance does a blind man and a talking head have against the both of us?” Jace mocked. “Don’t get carried away, Jace. That’s alpha Logan and he’s just holding back. We shouldn’t provoke him or else we’ll fade away with just his touch. Here they come!” Seth yelled as he maintained his pose while wearing a stern look on his face.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

Marcus stepped out of the container truck. Lorenzo’s guards had every barrel trained on him. No gaps. No angles. No way out. He’d anticipated everything. Marcus dropped his weapon first. Then raised both hands—fingers spread against the black sky. Fifty-five years old. Thirty years spent believing justice always found a way to breathe. The universe didn’t care tonight. He surrendered like a fighter who knew when to stop delaying defeat. Lorenzo watched. His predator’s eyes gave nothing away.

"The cathedral's drowned congregation shared three centuries of accumulated wisdom." "And this serves your confrontation with the Grand Inquisitor how exactly?" "It balances transformed nature with expanded understanding." He looked toward the distant capital, now only days away at conventional traveling pace. "Vengeance alone accomplishes nothing. Systems must change alongside individuals who corrupted them." Serena studied him with narrowed eyes. "You're becoming dangerously complex for an avatar of retribution. The Sanctum's trials sought to eliminate such nuance, to create perfect instrument of blind justice." "Justice must never be blind," the Shadow Knight replied, the choir's harmonic

He pulls Anna closer against his side protectively as they browse through options more seriously. “Here,” Anna said after a moment of browsing and points to two Smartphone covers places side by side, designed to form a single continuous illustration when aligned together. On the left phone cover is Batman, from the shoulders up, his muscular build emphasized by his suit, showing his defined shoulders and upper back. Above him is a large, pale full moon that glows softly and contrast against the dark sky, casting faint rim light along the edges of Batman’s figure. On the right phone cover is Catwoman in her typical black tight suit, a plume of smoke curling through the scene and originating f