Batman Dollhouse Novels & Stories

I asked. "You don't have to bother about that. I just want to pick a few things for my kids and head out. They've been disturbing me recently about a certain Batman collection. Seems it's the new trend for them and if I don't get it, I would be risking my peace in this house" "Oh, I see the pandemic has gotten to your home too. Bryan had succeeded in sticking that damned Batman collection in my subconscious. I still hear his tiny weeny voice in my dreams saying "Mummy, can you get me the batman collection"

“Fallon. There is a chandelier bigger than my entire apartment hanging above my head right now.” “Okay, maybe it’s a little impressive.” “A little?” she hissed. “You married Batman. Do you have a secret lair? Please tell me there’s a secret lair.” “No lair,” I said, biting back a smile. “But there’s an indoor pool.” She stared at me, her mouth opening and closing without sound. Then she grabbed my arm. “Show me everything. Right now.” I led her through the house, pointing out rooms I barely used and spaces I still hadn’t fully figured out how to fill.

He just turned around and faced her, and she felt her breaths hitching as their eyes met again for the first time since Halloween night. Ryat slowly let go of her wrist, and he let out a slow breath as he stared at her face. He wasn't planning to come to this party. Not like he doesn't attend Harvey's yearly birthdays despite how insufferable Harvey is, but this year's got cancelled out of his list the moment he tried to impose the Chinese brand on him. He was in his penthouse, eating dinner after a long busy day at work when Landon texted him he had finally found his unforgettable doll as the daughter of a small-scale baker.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

She turned towards the place he had pointed, and noticed a tiny Batman figurine stood in the corner, perched on the base near the radio. “That’s Batman, right?” Kael repeated, this time in a higher voice. Laurel blinked in surprise. She had expected Kael to stay completely withdrawn. Yet here he was, talking. And to a stranger. He knew not to talk to a stranger, she had drilled that in him before he even clocked five. Nolan chuckled from his seat, glancing at the figurine in the dashboard. “Sharp eyes,” he said with a smile. “Yeah, that’s Batman. But he’s not my favorite.”

" I rose to my feet and made my way to the living room. "I told you there's no need for that!" Calvin's voice rose to a sharp pitch, edged with panic. I stopped and turned to look at him. His face was flushed a near-crimson shade. He drummed his fingers against the edge of the table, then squeezed out his explanation, "The doll… is made from a special material. Water will ruin it." "Then how are you supposed to clean it? Dry-clean?" I asked. "No!" He shot to his feet, cutting me off from the living room. "Just leave it alone. I'll deal with it myself."

But the empty house mocked that hope. At exactly two o'clock, the heavy rumble of an engine vibrated through the floorboards. The mechanical whine of the garage door opener broke the silence, followed by the distinct thud of a car door slamming. Sahara shot up from the couch, her heart hammering against her ribs. She rushed to the connecting door, her bare feet silent on the marble floor. She threw the door open just as the inner door from the garage was pushed open. Leaf stumbled through the frame.

It’s not like I travel around with packets of balloons, on the off chance that— A ridiculous, unspeakable idea grabs me. I could always— No. No way. I can’t.… Five minutes later, I approach Mrs. Hocking, nonchalantly holding Noah’s project. The mothers standing around gradually fall silent. In fact, it feels as though the whole playground has fallen silent. “That’s Batman!” Noah is pointing to the basket proudly. “I drew him.” All the children are looking at Batman. All the mothers are looking at the balloon. It’s a blown-up Durex Fetherlite Ultra. It inflated to quite an impressive size, and the teat on the end is bobbing in the breeze.

Those people played dirty unlike Tobias Ashford who was too self-righteous. Shaking her head, Hazel looked down at her feet and sighed out heavily. If he was not some kind of emotional fool who cared too much about everything, he would have no weakness. No one or nothing would have been able to take him down then. But his only weakness was going to bring him down now and she was the weapon that was used against Tobias Ashford. Hazel started walking towards the building with determination clear in her Hazel orbs. She just needed to be here for three months and then she would be out of this shit forever.

Maevis’s eyebrows grew together. “What of it?” she inquired, not sure what her charge was getting at. “Why can we not sell it? Keep this cottage and one of the others for you, let Ms. Crotlybloom go. Why must we keep that dreadful place? I shall never step foot in there again.” “Serendipity,” Maevis began, leaning forward, her hands on the table, “we can’t. That’s where all of the doll parts are kept. There’d be no way we could store them all here.”