Batman Clone Novels & Stories

They didn't speak to each other, they didn't call out target locations, and every single one of them had the exact same height, jawline, and broad shoulders. Noah felt his stomach drop into a cold, hollow pit. He raised his rifle scope, zooming in on the neck of the masked man fighting five feet away. Beneath the edge of the man’s black leather collar, standing out starkly against his pale skin, was a faint, blue tattooed mark: SUBJECT ZERO-THREE. Noah’s mind spun in total shock. They aren't mercenaries, Noah realized, his breath catching in his throat. They are another batch of clones... older than us, trained in secret, and working for someone else!

“That’s the wrong question. The right one is Who are you now?” A chill ran down Liam’s spine. He tried again to move, and this time his body obeyed in sharp spasms. He swung his legs over the edge of the metal cot and stood. The floor was freezing against his bare feet. The other version of him, his reflection, his ghost, his replacement watched with quiet amusement. “Victoria told me you’d be confused,” the clone said. “She said you’d fight it.” “I don’t know what she told you,” Liam said, “but she’s a liar.”

Their movements were flawless, precise, almost too human. And when the lead figure stepped into the light, Lena gasped softly. He looked exactly like Adrian. Every feature — the sharp jawline, the scar beneath the left eye, the faint streak of gray in his hair. Even the stance was identical. The clone tilted his head slightly, studying them with calm curiosity. “So this is what rebellion looks like,” he said, voice eerily similar — only colder, detached. Adrian steadied his aim. “You’re one of Kael’s new toys.”

I smiled at it. It was my Batman, Maxxie. And I had of course added the underwear that I hoped I would someday see him in.

Jeje points to the Bati having their meal. “No worries. It’s just my clone. I’ve predicted that they would eat me since you told me that they were cannibals. Therefore, I switched my place with a Jepitron turning into my clone.” Alfi explained. ”I can’t die yet, even I want to.” He draws Pelidi and Tipit. Those Batis are busy with his clone that they don’t realize that the real one is right behind them. “As I thought. Dangerous yet fool.” Alfi puts a stance.

The clone’s cold voice whispered into his ear. “Did you really think it was over? I’m not just a copy. I’ve inherited everything, your strength, your memories, your will. And I’m just getting started.” The room pulsed with energy, shadows dancing wildly. Damian struggled, fighting to free himself, but the clone’s grip was unyielding. “You’re not the real Damian,” the clone sneered. “You’ve been fighting your own reflection. But I am the future, an evolution. And I will take what’s mine.”

Celeste asked as she slowly came back to her senses. “Celeste, don’t panic, please listen to me carefully… “The guy who was exactly like me just now is my clone. My clone has the same strength as me. Before this, I had to control it to move and fight. Now I have successfully created one that can fight on its own even when I am not around.

The experience was much more stable and did not spin wildly like Walter's had. In less than half a moment, the images around the frame gradually normalized and finally settled in front of Walter and Brutus. Everyone filed out one by one. Brutus stared at the two Chases with eyes as wide as bronze bells. "This... This... What's going on? How can there be two Chases?" he asked with trembling hands. "Take a guess!" Chase snapped his fingers and recalled his clone. "A clone!" Brutus finally realized what had happened. What the hell? He was already a stage-nine major martial god, and when he used clone techniques, each clone only possessed a fraction of his original cultivation.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the steam-filled tunnel. One of the clones, a girl who had my face, my hair, and my height lunged at me. Her silver hand was shaped like a jagged blade. I rolled to the right, the metal tip scraping the concrete where my head had been a second before. "Hazel, watch out!" Bryan screamed. He didn't have his blue energy blade anymore, but he grabbed a heavy metal pipe from the wall. He swung it, hitting the clone in the side of the head. It didn't bleed. It just let out a hollow, metallic clink and kept coming.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.