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 reminded me of the dress he gifted me that night, the one he took back. “Whatever…I don’t want to look like Robin in this helmet while you look like Batman” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t think it’s about hats…You see,I’ll look like Batman even without wearing anything” He was now holding the handlebars, already wearing the helmet. I scoffed, scanned him for a moment then put the helmet on and mumbled “Well, sure your ego needs its own helmet, Batman” I could see him smirk, I smiled and wore the helmet then sat behind him.

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.

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

William laughed “Thanks dad, you're the best” Zion returned from chit-chatting with his teacher in the superman costume “Uncle Dunlop, I must say your batman outfit is cool even though I'm not really a big fan of batman” “I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you” “Wow, wow, wow. Everyone's so focused on him that no one even cares or like my outfit” I said kind of hurt They finally turned attention to me “Your outfit is amazing mom” Zion said first “You and dad compliment each other. I mean there's a bit of rivalry between batman and Catwoman but they loved each other” William noted