Batman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I snap and move back, in a single movement one of them pinned me to an iron pole close to the road and I wince a little in pain. " You smell good I wonder how your cherry will test "the vampire pinning me said trilling his finger down to my breast . he slide his hand under my short Skippy gown, I shiver when I felt his palm on my bare thigh "et milaxacva balmana "I chanted "agrahhhhhhhhh bitch " they all scream holding their head. "what.... what..ahhahhhhhhhhhhh " the one who was pinning me early scream even more and so was the others. I quickly shape shifted into a bat and flew off abandoning them behind.

He will never be able to replace him. Van runs up in a Batman costume and I smile at him. “Wow. Cool costume.” “Yeah, it's awesome! I even have batarangs!” He pulls out a bat shaped piece of black plastic from his waistband and tosses it at the wall. “Woah, kid. What did I tell you about throwing them in the house? You're going to put out someone's eye.” Wyatt tells him. “Sorry.” Van picks up the plastic and runs away. “Where's Ricky and Lucy?” I ask Val.

he whispered, stroking my cheek; my eyes closed on the accord, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake; I waited for his lips to find mine; but then his touch faded, and I heard the door closing; I opened my eyes, but Bane was gone. Did that happen? Did I let Bane undress me? He saw me half-naked and said I was beautiful, and the way he touched me like he was savoring the moment, I thought Bane would kiss me, but he didn't, and the worst part was I wanted him too. What the hell am I thinking? I love Dominic, and he is all I ever wanted. Why can't I stop thinking about Bane?. ***********

“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.”

She dominated the first stage, solidifying her intellectual power and proving Gamma blood was brilliant. ​Deep inside the quiet royal palace, Bryant paced the dark corridors, his handsome face twisted in agony. He'd just discovered his mother, Madam Williams, was actively framing Bimby for the assault on Lady Clara. But ​Bryant knew the truth. He knew what happened in the dark Eastern gardens because he knew who exactly was the actual monster hiding in the shadows that night. He remembered the cloying scent of expensive merchant cologne. His wicked mother orchestrated the dungeon frame-up just to protect her favorite golden son and destroy Bettoni's rising power; this made Bryant feel sick t

“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.