Batman Fanfic Novels & Stories

He winces at that. "You could reject him, and come back to me." "Why would I do that, Bane? I love him." "I could mark you and we could be mates again," he's acting as if I haven't said anything. What? Seriously??? He's losing his mind. "NO. You don't want to do that, Bane. I'm a lycan now...and I am marked by a lycan. My blood will only poison you....and if you're not killed by my blood, my mate will."

“If that’s a fantasy of yours, I can make it happen.” I spun around in his arms, looping mine around his neck. “Exhibitionism isn’t at the top of my fantasy list,” I tell him with a coy smile. Bane stared at me for a beat before pulling my arms free and walking me to the table. I blinked at him, confused. “Little Bird, if you keep talking about fantasies, I won’t make it through dinner with you, and I want to feed you because I’ve got the rest of the night planned out in my filthy head, and you’ll need your strength.”

"I'd like to go first. “I was fifteen. I had pretty much spent the summer working my ass off for this collectors Batman comic I had seen in a store in Sacramento.” His eyes are fixated on the table again, with his fingers skimming the rim of the glass in front of him. “I finally saved up and bought it and went to our living room to read it. Adriana was in there watching TV and eating the last of a baked cookie. She and I got into a fight as siblings tend to do, so I decided since it was a nice day out, I’d go up to our treehouse and read it. I climbed up and found a little girl crying in the corner.”

She stared at his hand wondering if she was going to trust a man who had even brought the devil in question into her life. But realizing, she had nothing more to lose and if he wasn't screaming now, it should be worth a shot, she grabbed his hand. They exited the route she had wanted taking, him tugging her urgently while she followed. "Why?" She muttered as he opened a brick that covered what seemed like a secret passageway. "It is faster and you are bound not to get caught." "No, why are you helping me. You have only hated and resented me since I was a child. So why are you acting Batman?"

Half drunk, horny as shit and faced with someone who does it for me. “Yeah, I think we are way hotter than those two, and look a hell of a lot better arm in arm than I think they could ever pull off. Maybe we are Batman and Catwoman after all.” I focus on the task and not the inner war going off inside of me. This is Sophs, my best friend, my little Sophabelle.

Bane chuckled and shook his head. “Another fan girl for Jax?” he asked. “I don’t think so. I think she can handle him. If I give you her number, will you give it to Jax?” “Playing matchmaker again?” “Maybe, it ended up pretty good the last time I tried it,” she said. “I can’t argue with that. Do I need to make him call her?” Bane asked. “No, just give him her number and say she needs some no strings attached sex. Then we leave it up to him.”

"That should be my question. What's wrong with you? Didn't you know that visiting dormitories of a different second gender is not allowed? That bat is a beta." In truth, Bruce knew that this was just an excuse. He would have continued pretending to be asleep and allowed the blind bat to deliver what he came for if Bruce didn't see what he was holding. Heck, a love letter would be better than song sheets. Who would have thought that the panotti would be so cruel to send song sheets to his friend who had a complex about being tone-deaf? Was he mocking him?

I could barely hear her but I knew what I heard. Di Angelo. Shit. She really was related to Sol. “What about you? What’s your name?” Her sultry voice was soft and sounded kind. She was patting Ollie’s head who still wanted her attention. I couldn’t help but deepened my frown. “Damian.” “You have a cool name, little man.” My brother’s face beamed. “Really?” She nodded, smiling. “It reminds me of a certain superhero’s son’s name.” “You mean batman?” His grin was from ear to ear.

“We don’t like anything American.” “So you’re French,” I said. “But I’m telling you, Jason was my sidekick when we were on the road trip before you guys showed up.” No one looked even slightly convinced. I sighed. “My point is, this Batwoman takes it upon herself to look after her Robin.” I shook my head. “Why am I even explaining myself to you French dudes when you obviously don’t get it?” I pushed open the door, still shaking my head, but turned to the guards, who stared at me with identical, expectant expressions. “Come get me if I start screaming.”

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