Batman Equipments Novels & Stories

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.

I kept low, whispering past a massive monster truck until a motorcycle in the corner caught my eye, and beside the front tire, half-hidden in shadow, lay a dark briefcase. This wasn't the time to hesitate, so I dropped to my knees, slid the case flat, and popped the latches. Carefully arranged inside were a compact stun gun with a buzzy edge, a pepper spray canister, a heavy LED baton, a tactical flashlight that smelled faintly of ozone, and a handful of other things that blinked and clicked in ways I didn't need to name to know they were useful. I swallowed, seeing as my heart kept on beating faster. I wanted to snatch a glance at all the strange gadgets scattered before me as a dozen odd c

He and Mika carried a large spots bag filled with the equipment Sam had mentioned earlier that day. Sam laid down all the equipment on to our new work table, Katleho had bought. This one unlike the old one,was not metal,it was wood and it didn’t require any painting nor was it loud as the old table and the size was bigger which made things even more convenient for us. “Ok ironman, where are them weapons at?” Mika said, teasing. Katleho rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Shut up! Here we have the heart rate detector in the form of a watch, it can measure the speed at which the rate is beating." Said Sam handing each of us a watch.

“Guns. Can you actually afford to pay for them? You’ve just told me you lost a shipment of cocaine. That isn’t good for your bottom line.” His mouth fell open, then closed again. “Do you really want to be in the business of owing me money, Blaze?” “Not really,” he shrugged. “But you're my ticket to getting my armoury sorted quickly.” “My interest rates and terms haven't changed since the last time we had this conversation, Blaze. How much equipment do you need?” He thought for a moment. “I have twelve guys to arm. What can you do?” My lips were pursed, face tense. “Karma, grab Fishnet for me, please.”

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

And for the first time since my capture, I feel a semblance of myself return. I take a deep breath. It’s time. I can’t afford to linger here, lost in the past. The weapons locker catches my attention, hidden in the corner. I know I’ll need them. The stash of Men-in-Black technology. Exotic weapons, guns that fire more than just bullets, armor that bends light around the wearer, gadgets that I don’t even fully understand. I suit up quickly, the weight of the gear familiar and reassuring. It’s the last piece of the puzzle. The final step before I face whatever’s waiting for me next.

The men all began boosting up their moral, getting their adrenaline flowing preparing to go down in the history of the underworld. "I was hoping they would choose this route." Dane whispered cracking his neck side to side. Brick held up a hand and instantly men began flowing out of the stairs forming a wall to the sides of Collen and his friends. "Well you heard them!" Everyone reached into their suits or pockets pulling out a small piece of metal. "BREAK THEM!" Brick Roared lowering his stance. All the men working for them flicked their wrists almost simultaneously. The piece of steel shifted extending a little under one foot. Every person there was carrying a collapsible solid steel baton.

Barren announces, getting up and walking over to a small closet. "What are you doing?" When he reappears, he is carrying two catsuits and what look like two gauntlets. "This, will help protect us when we go up against the somnium beasts," he explains, tossing me one of the suits. "It’s made of a special metal that can’t be pierced even by the strongest of blades. And this," he continues, tossing me the gauntlet, is a special weapon that can transform into whatever the wielder wants." Frowning, I take in the items and begin to feel like I’m the side character in a sci-fi movie. How the hell did Barren come up with all this?

The atmosphere became charged with an air of secrecy, and the dull hum of assembling gadgets mixed with the occasional metallic click of weaponry being readied. Assault rifles, ranging from sleek AR-15s to rugged AK-47s, were carefully laid out alongside specialized equipment. The scarred man's group was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing their tasks efficiently. The room had transformed from a luxurious hotel suite into a temporary command centre for a mission known only to them.