Batman Clone Novels & Stories

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 could use his own techniques, and the power behind the techniques was equal to his. He was strong, but the clone was just as strong as he was. If that was the case, then he was completely stuck. If he fought his opponent in an intense fight, then both sides would end up heavily injured. Fane was not even sure if his clone could actually get injured. After all, that was a clone made out of the water attribute. It was not a real person. Ever since he entered the Whirling World, he had never been caught off guard before. He was in a complete bind, unsure of how he needed to progress.

Blow after blow, the two tore through the chamber, each refusing to yield. But the clone was no ordinary imitation. It fought with enhanced strength, speed, and precision, cunning beyond Damian’s expectations. Damian realized, this wasn’t just a clone. This was an upgraded, enhanced version, an ultimate weapon built from his DNA, infused with new technology, and engineered for domination. The battle reached its climax. Damian, battered but unbowed, managed a decisive blow, sending the clone sprawling to the ground. Gasping for breath, Damian looked down at his opponent, victorious.

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.

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'But he loves Cookie too,' I cried, pointing at the dead clone. 'He was the only clone created recently. Most clones share the same memory and affection as the real person. Ted is in love with Cookie, the clone will too. That is why clones are dangerous. There is only one Cookie, who's gonna have her? You know Ted would never leave her for a clone. He would have killed the clone anyways.' 'Wait, why do you keep calling him Ted all of a sudden?' Bruce asked puzzledly. 'Er…' 'His real name is Ted?' Bruce asked with a stifled laugh.

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.

Leaving only traces of blood which then disappeared due to the stagnant water, and the vehicles that passed through the passageways. Now Dantley's powers were back, and he could change his form freely as Marteen again. He was now driving to the company, he had only been in the human calendar for a few weeks or maybe a month, and he had already memorized the streets of the human city. Dantley's eyes then focused on a billboard promoting something there, a movie by the name of Batman, now he knew who Batman was. There was a smile on his lips after learning about Batman.

Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests – same results. I was the second coming of Christ – back from the dead...or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go.