Batman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Didn't he just say he didn't want any chocolate? ''Excuse me?'' I said and stared at them in disbelief. Again I was ignored. The absolute audacity of those two. ''You know who I like? Batman,'' Zack completely ignored me. He took another huge bite of my cake. ''I pictured you as a Superman kind of guy,'' Lucas said as he got up and returned with a fork to take a bite of my cake. My cake, mine. ''Are just going to pretend to get along so you can ignore me?'' I asked as I started to feel more irritated as the minutes ticked by.

I quickly replied knowing the fact that Ambrose would and should be Batman because who else got that perfect body? “Why would you think that? We could switch it up if you want. You could be Batman and I’ll be Robin.” Ambrose crooned his suggestion and I thought it’s sweet of him to think about that. “Nah. I’d have to think about it.” I replied brushing the idea away. We continued carrying all of the groceries inside and by the time we were finished, Betty was already working on the kitchen. “Take your seats boys, breakfast’s about to be ready in a few minutes.” Betty mouthed and she looked like she doesn’t give a fuck if she’s wearing a cocktail dress while cooking something for breakfast.

We share a connection that goes beyond mere surface differences. His family served as a vital force that kept him going, motivating him to wake up every morning. In contrast, my own family suffocated me. I made a career decision that came at the expense of hurting my father. Ashton, on the other hand, would rather risk falling to his death than betray his family. While I tend to go against the norm, he remains steadfastly loyal. I recall a recent conversation we had where he revealed that he had refrained from getting a Batman tattoo because it would disappoint his father, Roman Johnson, a devoted Marvel fan.

“All this? You mean my jaw-dropping fashion taste?” I smirk faintly. “Well, I can't say jaw-dropping but ... I mean, you don’t dress like the rest of them.” He laughs, his head lolling back. “Fair.” Then his gaze catches mine again, and that smirk returns. “You’ve got beautiful eyes, Betty.” The words land like a whisper, and I forget how to breathe for a second. Then I laugh awkwardly, trying to shake it off. “Thanks, Batman.” He tilts his head back, shaking his head. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” He laughed. “For sure.” “Anyway. As I walked, I dreamed about what I’d find at the end of my journey. I envisioned a big city. One I could get lost in, you know where nobody cares about who you are?” I glanced at Sam. When he nodded, I continued, “I didn’t want to be orphan Wane, without the y. But I also had no idea what I could be. I thought of the Batman movie and decided on Wayne with a y.”

“Big bad warrior isn’t so scary now. Seems like a waist, really.” Going to the table, I looked around at the different options that were in front of me. “How did you even survive? I kept waiting for you to die and for the alpha role to be passed to me.” The bat will have to do. “I believe I asked a question first.” Walking over to him, Bryant kept his eyes on the bat. His face was as passive as I remembered it being. However, my wolf was reading his micro expressions, and he was afraid. Walking up to him, I touched the bat to his right shoulder. “Didn’t you get stabbed here….” Pushing the bat into his shoulder, his face flinched enough to tell me it hurt. However, he tried to keep a straight

Between two pecks of his lips, between a kiss, and pulling his face away, the new god snarled. - You will not run away, nor prevent me from taking it. - growled Kurayami. Grabbing his chin, grabbing his face, and pushing him towards the wall, pinning him. Then he kissed him, it was a kiss that put his tongue inside his mouth passing through his interior and thus transferring his memories and his feelings linked to the bat man. Everything about him was fire and lava, so he began to run his hands over his body massaging it as he removed the utility belt, throwing it to the floor at his feet anyway,

Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests – same results. I was the second coming of Christ – back from the dead...or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go.

Her brothers. If she had just stayed back… What about Ted? He wouldn’t even know she was gone. He was probably out there looking for his next female victim. Once the mating emblem disappeared from his hand she would cease to exist from his memory and he would go on fucking his other bitches. Angered by the thought, Cathy gritted her teeth together and managed a seductive smile. “It’s unfair that you guys are not undressed too. If you want to have fun I need to see what I…ugh!” her words ended in another grunt of pain as the bat was swung very hard against her belly.

He asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think its free for me to call you daddy when mommy is not here, hehe!” he giggled. I smiled, pulling him into a hug. “Of course, champ. You want to be a Superman or maybe a Batman tonight?” He giggled again, choosing both. “Super-Batman!” he declared with a grin. Celine entered the room and approached us. “Guys, I’ll go ahead. Buddy, come here. Kiss, mommy!” she said goodbye.