Batman Crazy Novels & Stories

“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

Kristen wasn’t shouting back at him and it was fucking infuriating, she was making him seem like a mad man. He was about to shout even more when Tommy suddenly burst into the office. Adrian would not admit it to anyone, but his brother looked fucking scary when he was pissed. The tattoos and muscles seemed to give him that edge. Mere looking at the both of them, everyone knew who would win in a fight. But anger was making Adrian see red and not think properly. “Get the hell out of my office Tommy,” he growled. He could hear Kristen get up rather noisily from the chair.

The cafeteria around them seems to fade away as he becomes completely absorbed in this new mission– finding matching accessories that will mark them as united front against anyone who dares to challenge their relationship status. Anna stands up and circles around the table to go sit beside him so she can look at the options on his phone with him. “Oh, I like those,” she said pointing to a split phone case design made up of two halves that come together to form a single scene when placed side by side. On the right half, there is a stylized depiction of Batman standing tall and slightly turned, his body angled toward the left half. Batman’s cape drapes heavily around him, forming dark, flowing

Such a Witch Crazy Of all the things to think of..? Remind me why you are still friends with her? Oh right! She is Crazy and you like Crazy! “Very funny Betty, you are not even close” “So tell me already” Betty Squealed. “Remember that moon-like Tattoo on my back?” I asked

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

Blake was crazy. One moment, he’d act like be a possessive boyfriend, and the next he was a total psychopath. Why wouldn’t he just leave me be? He had Chloe after all, why would he want me to attend the event with him? Afterall, the engagement post he made was taken down before it would spread too far—all thanks to Alexander. But what new trick was Blake plotting this time, as he seemed to never run out of crazy ideas. I picked up my phone again just to stare at the message he texted me again. So I reply? If so, what do I text back? Just thinking about all this stuff made my chest tighten.

Chapman. Their both hands were bound in front of them, their heads slumped forward. Blood stained Mia’s dress, her body limp. Mrs. Chapman’s breathing was ragged, her face pale. Bryan’s heart pounded. “Mia, Mom!” he whispered. Then, a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room. From the darkness, Ronan Carter stepped forward. He looked just as Bryan remembered—cold eyes, sharp features, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. But there was something different now. A madness in his stare, a hunger for revenge.

They will shake when they hear her name. I stood up from my chair. I walked over to the window and looked out at the dark street. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement. My blood was pumping fast. The violent urge in my gut was stronger now. It demanded a release. My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to break something. Leo thinks he can handle this with a phone call. He thinks a stern voice is enough to stop greedy, hateful people. He is a good man. He is a better man than me. But good men leave loose ends. Good men show mercy.

As I walk in further, someone finally walks into my sights. I swing the bat but he jumps and dodges with a disgruntled gasp. “What are you doing?!” Tom snaps as he catches the bat as I reset my stance. In his other arm, he holds a tray of some kind of food. “Where are they?” I look around again. “Where are who?” He tugs the bat from my hands but I don’t let it go without a fight. When he finally pulls it back, he puts it and the tray on a table in the entrance. Then he grabs me by the shoulders and mumbles, “I forgot, you’re insane.” As he leads me to the kitchen.

"Or is he just joking? But since when can that cheapskate joke?" "Ah! I'm going crazy thinking about this!" Feli resumed her steps. "No, he's not a cannibal. His face, although it often looks unfriendly, is not creepy." Feli continued to babble to herself in between her footsteps towards her own room. ***