Batman Equipments Novels & Stories

"If Matteo dares to stops us, he declares himself illegitimate before the entire household. That’s one thing he doesn’t want to be branded." Sebastian nodded. "Which means..." He said quietly. Dominic finished quietly. "He has to welcome us." Enzo opened the black case. Inside the case contained communication earpieces instead of rifles, explosives or any assault equipment. It also contained encrypted phones, medical packs, compact flashlights, folded survey maps and small breathing masks. Michael and Althea’s carefully assembled trauma kits. Enzo looked around. "We're carrying only what we can explain." He explained patiently. "No heavy weapons."

His instructions to equip me with fighting gear were not a joke, and he didn't back down from them. The thought of Eric laying down huge case bags of what she calls "goodies and snacks" was the first thought I had in mind. As the metal interlocking of the zipper echoes through one after another, revealing all kinds of weapons. I have glided my fingers over the shiny items one after another, carefully accessing them.

promised Benji. “Of course, I will gladly accept your offer, Benji. Bowen can show you where the blacksmith workshop has been built. All the equipment is there. If there is anything you need, tell the butler. The Brighton family will prepare sufficient equipment so that you can make weapons of the highest quality," said Edmund, grinning with delight. "Let us go to war when the time comes. We also want to take revenge,” said Benji angrily. "Certainly. We need brave and competent troops to be able to fight against warlocks and demons," replied Edmund.

“I've always wondered about that. How is it being a superhero?” “Pretty awesome actually,” Carter told her. He grinned at her. “You want to see my gadgets? I have a big Batarang.” “That sounds almost dirty,” Mia replied, giving him the side-eye. “Only to dirty minds.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and winked. Mia laughed. “Where do you keep it? In the garage? Under the barn? Where is your Bat-cave?” “If I told you, I'd have to kill you,” Carter replied, shrugging his shoulders as he guided his horse along the path.

Charles asks. “If my name was just Liz, yes, but my name is Anelise.” Liz explains. “So, Allan, what's the first toy we're going to.” “Batman The Ride.” And so, our fun begins, Batman The Ride, has a different mode, because when we sit down our legs are hanging. Liz chooses the Catwoman Whip, a more radical Ferris wheel. Bryan chooses the Gunslinger, a swing in the heights. Charles chooses New Texas Giant, a huge roller coaster with a wooden finish. I choose El Diablo which has an amazing loop. Rayka chooses Titan and Sarah chooses Dive Bomber Alley, which mixes skydiving, hang gliding and bungee jumping, and finally Ness chooses La Víbora, which is shaped like a giant snake.

And a small, elegant device that looked like a platinum pen. Anton lifted it out. It was cool and heavier than it appeared. He twisted the cap—a perfect, seamless motion—and the subtle, hidden lens at the tip activated with a nearly imperceptible violet gleam. A recorder. A transmitter. A weapon of its own kind, from his world of silk and secrets. “He’ll have the place swept for signals,” Sabatine said without looking up, securing a thin, ceramic blade in a sheath at his ankle. “Anything active, anything corporate-issue, they’ll find.”

Carden instructs. “Is that the best idea?” I retort on a shaky breath. “We are trained for this.” Oliver jokes. “You’ll be with us anyways.” He winks at me and a puff of air ruffles my lips at his nonchalance. “I got you this, if it makes you feel any better.” Carden interjects. He holds a baton out for me to take. My eyes light up. An actual weapon? They’re giving me a weapon? I press the button and I jump as a shiny knife slides out. “Whoa.” I bellow. It’s not the demon blade I had, but it’s something at least.

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”

"Childish." "Um... how about Batman? You like Batman, right? Let's go say hi to him." "I don't want to." Before Chris could finish speaking, the children from the amusement park had already gathered around us. Clearly, they were interested in Chris's armored outfit. A little girl curiously reached out to touch his gun. "What's this? Is it a water gun?" "Of course not! This is an BR55, a battle rifle!" Chris perked up and began to introduce his outfit to them, tired yet proud.

His gaze fell on Marteen Ricardo Leopald, who was none other than Dantley. They were welcomed by the Beta, whose human pseudonym was Anthony Banner. Dantley, of course, sat in his chair and did not say anything as all he did was observe what was happening. "I don't think any weapon has a problem with price if it has super advanced technology," said Antony, the Beta with his sunglasses making him look handsome. "You don't have to worry about the sophistication, Mr. Banner, because the technology from Leopald Industries is the best of the best in terms of sophistication," Steven explained and made the Beta smile. He occasionally looked at the Alpha as if he wanted to say something to Dantley.