Batman Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Soon, he’d no longer know the difference between his desires and my commands. A mate bond could make you stronger, yes. But it could also make you blind. By the time they noticed, it would be far too late. Bennett Cross would be dead. Lucas Storm would be broken. And I would have everything I came for. ••••••••• LUCAS’S POV I slammed Bennett against the wall of the wolf crest training room as he clawed at my chest, not to push me away, but to pull me closer. His eyes glowed with a look of fear and desire.

"See? Melanie Rose." I nodded slowly. I was still very confused about why she had given it to me. I barely knew this girl and—not to be rude—I was far too popular for her to be talking to me first. "It's a fan-fiction," she explained. "You know, boy on boy?" I flipped through the pages. I came across a very detailed picture of Robin on top of Batman. In my mind, Maxxie was Batman and I was Robin. I smirked—I always knew that Robin was the dominant one in his secret relationship with Batman. John, I'm guessing, saw the picture and his eyes bugged out of his skull. He reached for the book and handed it back to Melanie.

" The *Sapphire-eyed bat had folded his wings and tucked in his fangs and claws. He had changed his body into a charming naked human figure in front of Anindira. Anindira shuddered at the sight of the three of them. Halvir was also *Sapphire ranked, but the Bat in front of Anindira was now much more stable. His eyes were extremely bright and clear, not to mention that there were two *Amethysts behind him. Gavriel lay in a critical state, his eyes vacant, he was on the verge of death, fighting to live. ''Get away from me, you bastard!'' Anindira's eyes widened when Batman lifted her chin, trying to lift her from hugging Gavriel's body, but, was immediately pushed aside by Anindira.

“I can’t believe it. You even glow more than before. You are not longer fat which I must say that it's a miracle. How on earth did that happen?” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, please. You can’t be the only one looking ‘stunning,’ Ravenna. Especially when you used all that ‘stunning’ to steal Ethan and get engaged to him.” Her smile flickered. Then she let out a dry, empty chuckle. “Aurora, that’s not what you think.” “Really?” I leaned back in my chair. “Then help me understand. What exactly should I think about a batwoman who’s been frolicking around with a man engaged to her best friend behind her back?”

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

Not in front of him. Behind him, Lyra stepped forward, a sleek figure draped in the confidence of a woman who had taken everything Selene had held dear. The scent of another—the scent of Damien—clung to Lyra like a brand. It was unmistakable, the mark of a new bond already forming in the place of the one Selene had lost. Selene’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms until she felt the sting. “You’ll regret this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but resolute. She had no strength left to carry out that promise, but she couldn’t leave it unspoken.

My muscles ripple and tense, a shiver running from my fingertips to my toes. Upright, and hand in his I meet the gaze of the mysterious stranger, only to be met with pitch black eyes. Underneath, the face of a man who can end my life without blinking. Albeit the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but an incredibly deadly one. And I, the idiot, insulted him. The future alpha of Blackstone. Bane Black. “Oh, Goddess.” My cheeks pale, hand dropping from his, and with it the light sparks and tingles his touch seems to bring. Maybe it’s an alpha thing? “I’m sorry, Alpha, I didn’t realize it was you and I never would have—”

Jonathan saw the expression on my face and chuckled, taking a hold of his cock and slapping it on my clit, sending a jolt of electricity up my body. He positioned himself in between my thighs, rubbing his cock along my entrance before thrusting forward and stretching me open. "Oh fuck, Jonathan." I groaned as his large length filled me up. I tried wrapping my legs around his waist but he held my thighs apart, spreading them and thrusting at a brutal pace. "Fuck Jonathan..." I moaned out loudly as I felt him hit places I didn't think was possible. "Not Jonathan," he said, leaning back to reveal his body. "For tonight, call me Cross."

I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible. “I am not fucking him, Kane; I am anything but a fucking slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly. “I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you better than this, Cross.” Kane snarled; I could literally feel the anger through the phone. Like it was supposed to scare me.

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.