Batman Hoods Novels & Stories

“This time, get hold of the guy and don’t let go. Doesn’t matter what happens to the rest of us, that’s your only job.” Dudley nodded, his face a picture of earnest determination. I turned to the others. “Ready?” “Hold on,” said Maurice and he started fiddling with the collar of his onesie. I’ve mentioned before that it had a Batman theme, although it wasn’t made to look like a costume, it just had lots of bat insignia printed on it. So it was a bit of a surprise when Maurice unzipped part of the collar and pulled out a hood. Or should I say cowl. With little bat ears.

Yes, I know it's stupid but I couldn't control my rage and hatred. "Who is Jeremiah?" "That'll be my idiot son who's still in a Batman phase," I instantly looked at him. He was the only one that fit the description. Since we arrived, he never took off the hood of the black cape jacket he wore. The back of the cape had Batman's initials and the whole vibe he was carrying just screamed Prince of Darkness. I thought he was strange from the beginning but it was none of my business. "It's not a phase, Mom," he said, throwing the black shawl over his shoulder. Why is he wearing that? "It's my new style. Dark colors make me extra hot and the whole vibe makes me intimidating,"

Of course, I would be stunned, I’ve never seen anything like him. There was a magnificent tattoo of a bat hanging upside down on the side of his neck, surrounded by deadly snake-like vines. It looked mysterious with stars twinkling all around it and I could bet on Carmine’s tail that there were more under the grey Henley shirt he wore. All buttons of his shirt were loose, with sunglasses hanging at the end of the placket, and if his muscles filled up those long sleeves, he had to have some load in those sweatpants. ‘What did you say about my tail again?’

I saw two color markers and collected them. "Are those for the little boss?" Hazel asked as I stood up and I nodded. My eyes strayed behind her as the door opened, a tall man walked in clad in black, he wore a black short-sleeved shirt exposing his huge inked biceps, his shirt clung to his muscles clung to his shirt and I swallowed a hard lump in my throat. Those weren't the reason why I was staring, it's the helmet on his head, he wore black gloves matching his black on black outfit.

He felt pained for him. "How can his love affect him so much.?" Marcus wondered. "Kryss, ?" Marcus whispered. After a moment of silence Marcus marched to his room and it was in a mess..He decided to let him sleep comfortably before leaving him inside the suite. He fixed the bed and noticed a wooden bracelet. "It looks familiar. Where did I saw this?" Marcus was thinking in a while. After few moments contemplating, he recognized the bracelet. It was the one which looked exactly the same with Hillary and he was certain with one thing. Kryss was Bat Man. The man Hillary had been waiting for all her life.

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

The old man nodded. He didn’t like the plan, but he understood it. “Very well. Good luck. And try not to die.” Hayward chuckled. “I’m pretty good at that, I’d say.” He started rifling through his bags again until he found what he was after: inconspicuous weapons and armor. Hayward put on a shirt that looked like it was merely a little stiff but actually had thin metal plates concealed in the fabric. He then concealed a pair of bracers and knives under his sleeves. If he was very lucky, he wouldn’t need any of it.

Rounding up the last of his things which he wanted to take, Baxter walks back into the living area where I stood, handing me over a black zip up hoodie. “Put this on, it will not only keep you warm but with the men who are prowling the streets looking for you, it may aid us in concealing your identity.” Baxter explained why the garment was suddenly placed into my hands, but with a smile understanding his thoughts but also somewhat glad I had something to keep me warm with the fact I’d left my coat in the first car I had taken when I believed my father was having a heart attack, I pull the black hoodie over my body.

The hologram disappeared. In ten minutes I came out of the bathroom with my full body armor. I walked into the main lobby dressed in a lightweight, carbon fiber uniform with green highlights around my body. On the left upper side of my uniform was the Zen Academy emblem with a white circle in the middle. It seemed comfortable and sturdy enough to keep me safe. “Whoa, looking good, sexy,” Adrian teased. “Adrian, stop,” I playfully hit her arm. She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights