Batman Dollhouse Novels & Stories

Hawk’s business was his business—until he made it my business. Motherfucker. “Who did you steal from?” “Bane Rivera.” At my questioning look, he added, “He owns that gentleman’s club, The Dollhouse, over in West Hollywood.” I had heard of The Dollhouse, I’d also heard about the reputation of its owner. Bane Rivera had been voted the most eligible bachelor for three years running. I was not ashamed to say that I’d picked up those copies of the magazines and stared at him, taking in his dark hair, dark eyes, and scruffy jaw. He looked like pure sex on the pages, but a man like that didn’t rise to the top without getting his hands dirty somewhere along the way.

Lucas commanded White Doll. White Doll nodded and zoomed over to hold down the Lolita zombie. Consequently, the Lolita zombie could no longer move. White Doll might have had the appearance of a seven to eight-year-old child, but it was huge and weighed about 100 kilograms on the scale. Lucas thought for a moment and remembered the fact that he still had the Points Mall. He wondered if the Points Mall would be of any help. He pulled up the Points Mall and realized that he still had 900,000 points left.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Cailen found the boy in his room, already having stripped to nothing but his socks and playing with his Batman action figure, making it dive off the end of his bed and crash onto the floor. For what reason, Cailen had no idea but then again, who was he to question Batman's motives? "You ready for your bath, love?" Cailen asked, standing in the doorway to Ezekiel's room, trying to appear as though everything was alright even though he felt like throwing something at the moment. Ezekiel turned to him then looked to the floor where Batman laid, face first in the carpet. "Can Batman come?" Ezekiel asked, looking torn between bath time and playing with 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.

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

He directly went outside the house. . . . “What is it?”, Aarvik asked when Arbaaz showed him the black box which was kept on the table of their warehouse. He walked toward it and opened it up, revealing a doll. The doll popped out of the box while attacked to the bottom of the mechanism. He looked at the appearance of the doll. It wasn’t in its normal color. It was pitch black in color with a horrible stab at the possible where the heart is supposed to be situated. The stab was so brutal that the cotton filling of the doll was screaming to come out.

“It's all for you. From now on, throw away your old worn suitcase. You must wear what I have prepared. Don't let me see you appear like today again..." “Yes…” I bowed my head slightly and replied. Nolan's long fingers pushed a black card into my sight. He calmly took a sip of wine and waved his hand for the group to leave. From start to finish, just a slight movement of his finger commanded many to obediently follow. So, after accepting these items, would I officially become his "doll" as he said? Thinking of this, my heart trembled for a while. I hesitantly pushed the black card back towards Nolan, “I… I don't need it. My savings are still enough for my daily expenses..."