Batman Drunk Novels & Stories

One of the henchmen walked in, helping a drunk and disheveled Mason into the room, his arm slung over his shoulder. Mason grunted, his voice slurred and angry. “Leave me the fuck alone,” he barked, shoving the henchman. “Go away. Don’t hold me. I can walk my fucking self. Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I can’t walk!” he shouted.

His face nearly fall on my shoulders, but stopped himself in the middle. "Do you know you are beautiful, doll?" Tate inquired, his words slurring while his eyes were focused. He shook his head. "Your sweet orange scent is something to die for, unlike the women I bedded." He hiccuped. Damn. Pulling his two hands away from my face, I muttered, "Let's go now, Tate. You are already drunk. I never thought you would get drunk." Werewolves normally did not get drunk easily. But the alcohol content of the beer that he chose was high.

Brandon turned away, denying him his mouth as he mumbled. “Ezekiel stop it....are you drunk or something!?” The laugh that Ezekiel sent to him as he nuzzled Brandon’s neck both warmed and upset him. “Sorry but I’m not drunk...I’ve never been dunk in my life.” Ezekiel chuckled pulling back, and giving his very clear and sharp gaze to Brandon as proof that he was far from inebriated. “Shifters can’t get drunk Brandon....” He continued, then with a sexy hiss he was leaning in close once more and afraid to continue to look into Ezekiel’s eyes Brandon whimpered and closed his own.

“Will the Triple-A’s talk to Rachel about all of this?” He nodded, and I felt Roman approach us, his hand caressing my back. “We can talk more about it on the flight.” ** It’s a little-known fact that Lycans can’t get drunk. Not on blood, or booze, water, or wine. However, when a Lycan has gone without blood for too long they can get what one might call punch-drunk. Have you ever been so tired that everything begins to be humorous? It’s the same moment when you start to think that you could fly if you really put your mind to it, or perhaps you could chase a car if only you had on your running shoes?

“The other day you came back home drunk, what…” “Sorry to interrupt you, I didn’t come back home drunk. I have an active wolf so I can never be drunk. Drunkenness is for werewolves with weak wolves,” he bragged. “I was drugged at an event, I wasn’t drunk,” he added. “At an event or at the club?” I asked.

~HUNTER~ "You're brooding again." Vincent's voice cut through my attention as I stared at the London skyline through the rain-streaked windows. The merger documents lay forgotten on my desk, numbers blurring together as my mind wandered to a pair of warm brown eyes and a three-year-old with my stubborn chin. "I don't brood," I muttered, loosening my tie. "I strategize." "Right. And I'm secretly Batman." Vincent sprawled across my leather couch like he owned the place, tossing peanuts from my expensive crystal bowl into his mouth.

the other guy said when it was obvious that Venom wasn't going to reply. Raven sighed, turning the rest of the drink into his throat and flinging the glass to the wall. It made a cracking sound as it collided with the wall and the people sitting near them gasped in shock. “Why are they still alive?! Why haven't I thought of this ever since? What is stopping us from going over to Los Angeles and blowing out the brains of Andrew Miller for unjustly spilling the blood of our late Don, huh?“ “Lower your voice, asshole!“ said Venom. “Just six bottles and you're drunk. Who'd believe at this moment that you're a Waxson when you're behaving like a child who never knew his parents?“

“ I need to grab a drink! This…All of It is suffocating me ,I might loose my senses” Luke was sitting at the bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of whiskey. The world around him was a blur, dulled by the alcohol. He took another sip, feeling the burning liquid slide down his throat. It didn’t help numb the pain. He had just lost a huge project, and his company was facing bankruptcy. He had lost the court case with Carina and custody of Leah. To top it all off, Carina and Martins had gotten back together. His life was unraveling, piece by piece.

Drugged. ***********

I answered her nonchalantly. "I know that you're drinking, silly, but don't you know that it has drugs in it?" I couldn't stop grinning when I heard what Betty just said. Well, now I have more reason to drink all these shots, I wanna get drunk and get wasted tonight to the point where my mind will forget Ryker and the horrifying scene that I just saw in the infinity pool a while ago. I started drinking, shot after shot. If someone's looking at me right now, they would think I'm trying to kill myself by how I chugged the first glass up until the last glass.