Batman Dollhouse Novels & Stories

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

The room was almost empty with no locker in sight Dominic pulled out a folded sketch— the basement layout. His eyes scanned Then room again “A seat…” There it was. Montana’s favorite chair. He walked to it and shoved it aside, a hidden door revealed itself beneath. A faint smirk touched his lips. He opened it and descended. The underground room was dark, abandoned and forgotten. Dust lingered in the air. And at the center was a small brown wooden box. Dominic approached, crouched, and opened it just enough to confirm its contents.

Echo replied and Athena nodded, she suddenly gasped "F**k sh*t," She said and jumped down from the bed "What's wrong?" Echo asked "I should be in the power room" Athena immediately grabbed a cap and rushed out of the room. "It's boring without her" Echo sighed and went into the bathroom Athena met Lilith also about going into the power room, and they both entered together. Scarlett was inside already staring at the number of spying TVs placed by the wall, "The mob is still empty?" Athena asked the moment they entered

My little brother-in-law and sister-in-law are now facing all those miseries which my siblings once faced. And about my doll!! She is the main pawn in this game. She is suffering here every time in my clutch. I have made her an actual doll who has an owner. And that is me. She is now so obedient that if I say her to sit than she sits. If I say her to breath than she breathes. I have made her my pet. My obedient pet!! Sometimes when I look at her innocent face I feel to stop all this. But I can't. Bhabani and her family will pay for my family's sufferings. You must be wondering why I am punishing Bhavani's children!! Well, they are suffering because of their mother's sin.

He pulls Anna closer against his side protectively as they browse through options more seriously. “Here,” Anna said after a moment of browsing and points to two Smartphone covers places side by side, designed to form a single continuous illustration when aligned together. On the left phone cover is Batman, from the shoulders up, his muscular build emphasized by his suit, showing his defined shoulders and upper back. Above him is a large, pale full moon that glows softly and contrast against the dark sky, casting faint rim light along the edges of Batman’s figure. On the right phone cover is Catwoman in her typical black tight suit, a plume of smoke curling through the scene and originating f

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

Always trying to show me these things. I don’t wanna see it. Stop showing me. Stop. *** My mother sits back on the wide leather couch, and it’s softer than it looks because she sinks right in as it molds around her. I take one of the armchairs alongside. The man who lives here, he’s got good money, and there’s no way he has a girlfriend. Everything lean and clean and shiny, hard surfaces and minimal trim. No scent of a woman, no trace of anything like a girl. His nightstand drawers would make for interesting exploring. Lubricants, magazines, toys. Polaroids. More.

“Yes—yes, sir. Boss. Hello.” I raised a brow, amused. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No, boss. But my boss said you needed a favour recently. Said you needed someone to take care of a little doll. And I believe I took care of it really well.” “Hm.” I walked in slowly, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. “Really well, isn’t it?” He nodded, but slowly. Like he was beginning to understand the irony. I didn’t say anything for a beat.

… Meanwhile, in the basement of a windowless villa, the only source of light came from a dust-coated oil lamp beside a small altar. The wick had been drawn thin, its flame trembling at the slightest draft. Long shadows stretched across the stained walls, resembling dried streaks of blood. The altar itself was made of oak, its smooth surface faintly glinting under the weak lamplight. At its center sat a Krowonian doll. The doll, barely half a foot tall, wore a silk robe that glimmered faintly in the dim glow. Frayed golden threads unraveled down the fabric, revealing a dark underlayer that resembled dried veins.

*Sight* being a child sucks but there is nothing else to do ill have to use my power on you Celea than looked him in the eyes and her eyes went from a very beautiful and rare green colour to pure gold "This Haus belongs to me, this Haus was never for sale, you will erase every trace of its existence" he than hypnotizingly said a short yes and left "Beautiful" that's all she could think of when she entered the villa it was clean and quiet just how she liked it "I´m broke.....Ill have to robe a bank tomorrow" she was thinking when.. *boom* "What the hell, who is bombing near my property?" she looked outside and saw a dragon, well it wasn't an uncommon sight this world was full of mystical cre