Batman Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Soon, he’d no longer know the difference between his desires and my commands. A mate bond could make you stronger, yes. But it could also make you blind. By the time they noticed, it would be far too late. Bennett Cross would be dead. Lucas Storm would be broken. And I would have everything I came for. ••••••••• LUCAS’S POV I slammed Bennett against the wall of the wolf crest training room as he clawed at my chest, not to push me away, but to pull me closer. His eyes glowed with a look of fear and desire.

The pain came rushing back. Trust wasn't something you rebuilt overnight. Even when love was involved. Maybe especially when love was involved. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Damien. My heart immediately betrayed me. Again. Damien: Lunch? Public place. Just food. I stared at the message, then stared some more, then locked my phone. Sofia watched me. "What did billionaire Batman want?" I snorted. "Billionaire Batman?" "He broods constantly. The comparison is valid,” she explained.

Not fear or disgust, but a mixture of amazement and horror. "You're dreaming?! I don't want to…'' cried Anindira, then moved backward. Anindira's instincts began to feel alarms that were different from hers. ''What's a dream?!... I have the ability to take you right now,'' cried the Batman with a very relaxed expression combined with a beautiful smile on his handsome face. ''I also got an addition, there are three women... tonight is my lucky day,'' shouted the Batman, chuckling with his friends who seemed to be standing casually behind him.

Not in front of him. Behind him, Lyra stepped forward, a sleek figure draped in the confidence of a woman who had taken everything Selene had held dear. The scent of another—the scent of Damien—clung to Lyra like a brand. It was unmistakable, the mark of a new bond already forming in the place of the one Selene had lost. Selene’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms until she felt the sting. “You’ll regret this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but resolute. She had no strength left to carry out that promise, but she couldn’t leave it unspoken.