Batman Clone Novels & Stories

“I’m real.” “You’re weak,” the clone hissed. “You hesitate. You fear them.” It gestured to Evelyn, to the others. “You depend on them.” “Because I choose to,” Emily said. “That’s what makes me different. That’s what makes me stronger than you.” The clone blinked. And then it moved. Faster than anything they’d seen. Mason fired—once, twice—but the clone ducked low, sliding across the floor with unnatural grace. It slammed into him, sending him sprawling. Anika launched a shock baton into its side, electricity dancing, but the clone barely flinched.

But at the center stood a throne made from melted relics — a mockery of what faith had built. And upon it sat her. The clone. The same face. The same posture. Only her eyes — white, glowing faintly — gave her away. Amara stopped ten meters away, flanked by Luca and Dante. The soldiers held their fire. The clone tilted her head. “You came.” Amara’s voice was steady. “You wear my face. Speak carefully.” The clone smiled faintly. “I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.”

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

“I need something and we also have new information about the demon.” “Well it’s not really new information. I’ve always known that about demons.” “Lupa? Focus.” Claud said “For starters, I might need a new cloak. You know, because my last one got ripped?” “You mean the one you stole from my closet?” “Why do you even own a cloak?” Claud asked. “You never wear it.” “Maybe I like having it around in case I want to go around in the night fighting crime like Batman.” “Batwoman.” “Guys, concentrate.” Lupa said. “So Mrs. Tara can u help him with a new cloak?”

A man sat suspended in the fluid, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. He didn't look like Dominic. He looked like Silas Thorne at the age of thirty—the predatory curve of the jaw, the arrogant set of the brow, and the long, elegant fingers that had signed the death warrants of a million "donors." "A clone," Tommy whispered, his voice cracking. "He wasn't just trying to live forever through the blood. He was building a replacement." "Not a replacement," a voice boomed, not from the pod, but from the speakers embedded in the obsidian cube. "An archive."

" I raised my sword. Ava drew Liam and Dominic behind her. And from the shadows — A figure emerged. Our height. We built it. But it is wrong. Eyes are too brilliant. Skin is too pale. Movements are too controlled. Like Damian. But cooler. AVA Liam exclaimed in surprise. Dominic took a step forward. "I know him," he stated. "I remember seeing him in the vault when I was six. "She called him..." He looked at Damian, perplexed. "She dubbed him Genesis." My blood froze. "Genesis?" Cassian's last protocol. First clone. Damian created a prototype. The character raised its head. Damian has the same facial features. There was no soul in their eyes. And it said: "You are the glitch.""I am the origina

Hezekiah was trying to break forth from his brother's grip but it was not going well because Allen's grip was firm enough to keep him steady. "Apparently, Hezekiah is a realistic clone maker," Drake answered Bert. "Wait...hold on, clone maker?" Bert was still unable to get a wing of life. "Yeah. He somehow possesses the exclusive power of creating mannequins for himself." Kyle answered this time around. Hezekiah stopped struggling and glared at him, "They are called wonderful creations of Hezekiah the Great." "AKA the clones," Kyle answered and the young man huffed. He stopped trying to get away from Allen and just followed his lead.

"I excused what you did before but that doesn't mean it's okay. Leave and nothing gets out." "But I-" "Leave, Ryan, and don't come back. You know my limits." He said to which Ryan nodded. He transformed back into a nine-year-old boy and disappeared, leaving Dominic to his thoughts. He senses Simon coming and quickly composed himself. A few seconds later Simon appeared behind him. "Your Majesty, I've got some news about the clone boy. He isn't a young boy, it's just a disguise and only a few people could do that trick which means he's from-"

He muttered, "The universe is transformed into extremes. Taoism is boundless. One life is two, two is three, three is all things… Clone Technique!" Buzz! As the final word rang through the air, a strange force surged around Zhu Bajie. Immediately after, a figure condensed. Upon observing carefully, the figure looked precisely like Zhu Bajie, as if it was a perfect clone. What Zhu Bajie cast was one of his unique skills—the Clone Technique. However, the technique could only produce a replica with no combat power. It could only confuse the enemy, so Zhu Bajie rarely used it. After all, Zhu Bajie's enemies were not mediocre. It was easy to tell that the Clone Technique was not good against powe

“This was the first attempt. Not to copy—but to create.” Elias blinked. “Wait. He wasn’t cloned?” “No,” Null whispered. “He was built. From code. From DNA fragments. He wasn’t modeled on an existing person. He was made from nothing.” Damien stared. “Then... why does he look like me?” Silence. Null’s voice turned distant. “Because you were never the first.” The realization hit like a pulse of electricity through the room. Damien wasn’t the origin. He was the second attempt.