Batman Equipments Novels & Stories

I browsed with purpose, ignoring the raised brow from the bored-looking employee behind the counter. I left with a full set: a silver-plated blade small enough to conceal in my purse but sharp enough to make anyone regret getting close; a thick can of military-grade wolfsbane and pepper spray; and several other gadgets that felt a little excessive, but oddly reassuring. A discreet alarm device. Tactical gloves. Even a small baton disguised as a flashlight. It felt strange. Empowering. Like wrapping myself in a layer of mental armor. I wouldn’t use all of them, but as the saying goes, better safe than sorry.

"He thinks your vanguard armor is just a show, Chika, but he doesn't realize my line only crowns a true king." I adjusted the heavy black pearl crown on my brow, the dark titanium plates of my combat gear clicking softly as I shifted my weight away from the Brooks faction. "Brook is playing a dangerous game with the Bates syndicate because he lacks the teeth to hold his own perimeter. If he imagines using your old flames will fracture our pack law, he vastly underestimates my resolve."