Batman Fanfics Novels & Stories

My heart was beating heavily. "Want to bet that this all has a happy ending," the first bat said. "Yes." "How much…" "Put me down for twenty davars." "That much," I asked under them. "Why wouldn't he, good sir?" "It's a good romance story." "With a happy ending, I think." "A prince and a sorceress…" "I see a poem coming." "You'll be famous." "It's a better love story than those vampires." I walked and walked for minutes and minutes, to me it seemed like hours. As time went on and on, it became much darker and darker.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

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

Her voice was sharp, "What do you have, Bethany? A burrowed personality and a full-time job trying to decide who to date between Kaelen and Alex? Or is it trying to cover up that ugly face underneath layers and layers of make-up?" Elias took a step forward, covering the distance between her and Bethany with an unflinching gaze, "And yes, Bethany, I do have a crush on Kaelen, and I wrote those fantasies. They're all mine and frankly," Her voice gained some strength and she surged with confidence as a lazy smirk danced along the edge of her lips, "They're a lot more interesting than anything you've ever done or thought in your pathetic life, and that is why you cannot get it out of your head,"

he snapped. “Oh, he sure wasn’t. In fact, we were just about to move our conversation somewhere else before you ruined the night for me.” “Oh, I ruined the night?” he hissed, stepping even closer. “That guy was dangerous! Do you even know what he would’ve done to you if I hadn’t gotten there in time?” “I don’t know, Nate. Why don’t you enlighten me Batman? You’re the hero here, right? And I’m just your helpless little damsel in distress?”

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.

She rambled, "Ahhhh...fuck...ahhhh...ahhhh...sweetie, I love it...love riding you...love being stretched open like that!" Her hands gripped my torso, digging into the flesh, as she started to ride. Slowly, lifting her hips...and lowering them back down, she groaned, "Ahhhh... yeah...yeah...god damn that feels good!" She moved up...and down...up...and down, moaning, "Ohhhh god...deep...it goes deep...his dick fills me up so perfectly...yeah...yeah!" She stayed in character and moaned, "Mmmm...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...wish I could get this from Batman...he just teases me...I need a man that can deliver!"

"See? Melanie Rose." I nodded slowly. I was still very confused about why she had given it to me. I barely knew this girl and—not to be rude—I was far too popular for her to be talking to me first. "It's a fan-fiction," she explained. "You know, boy on boy?" I flipped through the pages. I came across a very detailed picture of Robin on top of Batman. In my mind, Maxxie was Batman and I was Robin. I smirked—I always knew that Robin was the dominant one in his secret relationship with Batman. John, I'm guessing, saw the picture and his eyes bugged out of his skull. He reached for the book and handed it back to Melanie.

I pat his thigh. He sucks in a breath and I snatch my hand quickly. His birthday is approaching, and so he is in heat, another reason we always show up late. He glances at me, biting his lip. I glance at Maria at the back, content with the Lego piece of batman we built together last night while I was hiding out in her room from Noah. He caught me, dragging me back to our room and Batman is missing a right arm because of it. She’s betrayed me by the way, she loves DC characters more than Marvel characters.