Batman Cry Novels & Stories

Now was not the time to be upset no matter what Bane was doing it’s not important. “Anna,” I shook my head. “It’s not important,” I told her. Bane comes to me and Dominic and kneels down. He grabs Dominic's shoulder. “I’m sorry,” He told him. Dominic nods and grabs his hand. Banes' eyes met mine and he frowned at me with tears running down my cheek. “Why are you crying?” He says as he wipes away my tears. Did he really just ask that? Did he forget my situation? “My baby’s dying Bane and there’s nothing I can do about it,” I cried.

Cathy’s laughter died in a squeak as she tried to shield her eyes from the intensity of the light. “Liar!” She blinked her eyes several times to adjust them to the light but just as her sight cleared a heavy blow to her belly sent the breath out of her. Cathy grunted against the pain and through the crack of her lashes saw the baton that had been used to hit her in the hand of the largest of them. He was the only one she recognized among the others. They were all tall, dressed in black, and dangerous. She cracked a smile at them through her pain but they certainly weren’t looking forward to making friends with her.

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

The pain bent me double as I tried desperately to regain my breath. I curled into a ball sucking in deep breaths to maintain my composure. Crying would only give her the satisfaction she craved and denying her was about the only thing I had within my power in these moments. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying when the bat collided with my ribs. What could’ve possessed Jayden to call? Tears welled in my eyes, a sure sign I was failing at my resolve. I turned my head so she wouldn't see but heard clearly the satisfied chuckle she gave before dropping the bat and leaving.

My chest went up and down along with my shoulders as I started to cry. Why is he like that?! Why would he make me feel this way! I hope he just let me out so I don't have to cry here in front of him! "You didn't change. Your still a cry baby." Sambit niya habang sinusubukan na ibaba ang mga kamay ko na hindi ko naman ginawa. "S-stop it!" I gasped. "I'm going out." I said and tried to wipe away my tears and turned away from him.

[BELLS JINGLE LOUDER] —— "The night has finally come!" There, I quietly hissed to myself albeit glaring at my reflection in a golden framed huge mirror. Nothingness but tears started to make a hideous waterfall on the floor of my cheeks. I clutched my chest instantly when I felt my heart start to beat against the unsteady walls of my chest. There is possibly nothing I can do than just allow tears to flood across my face. Dread had already touched every part of my throbbing organ with its sticky fingertips. "My tears…! How long do I have to cry!? Tis going to happen, I cannot escape it." I stuttered under my quivering breath, while both of my hands began to tremble.

Ok I cry very rarely but when I do a whole sea of sorrows,tears,my pain comes into it.When I cry I cry about each bad thing happening in my life, each betrayal, each loss. Its kind of trigger when it is stimulated, my whole emotions are out. I'm really extremist.I do things to an edge otherwise I don't do them.I also get bored easily. Its like switch of passions that kept switching on and off. Sometimes Chachu tell me that:

All that remained was fear. A delicious fear,I longed to see. I smiled wide. "Are you crying, Andre? Don't cry yet." I panted, my arm aching, my voice hoarse from shouting. "I'm going to make sure you never forget this moment. The moment a woman you called weak made you beg for forgiveness." He tried to speak, but only blood bubbled past his lips. I raised the bat again, both hands gripping it tight, my muscles screaming. "AND THIS—" I brought it down with every ounce of rage I had—"IS FOR MAKING TARZAN CRY!"

The moon cries more and so do I. "No, no, no," I begin to sob. Just when I think it can't get any worse, I hear the snapping of bones and watch as Jaxon is turned back into his human form. His injuries are too severe for him to stay in wolf form and he lays on his side in the fetal position naked and covered in blood and dirt. I can feel my soul shattering as his eyes find mine and a single tear falls from his eye.

A sudden memory came to him about earlier as to how Max made him like a punching bag. "This won't do. Before I can kill him, he will kill me first." He whispered. "Keeek!" He screamed in surprise when suddenly a small round bat with one-eyed appeared in front of him. "Sir," It called him. Jubatus immediately covered his mouth to not let out his scream. Then he looked at Max. Max was still busy looking for someone. Fortunately, his scream was buried with the sound of the harpies and minotaurs fighting with the Shadow Moon fighters. He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him.