Batman Immature Novels & Stories

She found the notion disturbing in a way she didn’t understand at first, until she realized she was thinking of Lucette again, about how she wasn’t really a kid anymore, and before long she would be going out into the world on her own where Emily wouldn’t be able to protect her. “Robby,” Woods said, “can you tell me how you acquired the infection?” “Got bit.” The scratching of the pen on the form. “One bite or multiple?” “One was all it took.” “And where is it located?” “On my ankle.” Emily glanced down at the boy’s feet and saw the print on his socks below the cuffs of his jeans. Batman insignias. She suppressed a sigh. Robby could have idolized Superman, Thor, or any one of a million heroe

“He gave us all ways to convince you to help us if you refused.” Amazing. Of course, Batman was well known for having files on all his superfriends — ways to take them down in case they ever went rogue. Not really surprising Maurice would think along the same lines. The idea of them sitting around coming up with ways to trick me into being a team player was at once infuriating and impressive. Fuckers. I couldn’t help but be curious what ruses the others would have used in Flossie’s position. “Yo’ don’t understand what it’s been like for me on mah own,” wailed Flossie through the tears. “Ah been having abandonment terruuurrrrs.”

He wanted to be a good person. In a hoarse voice, Bastian whispered, “Okay.” At Matthew’s birthday banquet, Jared had walked out with a street thug, a bastard son—definitely improper. But he did it anyway, openly and proudly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Let people whisper behind his back—he didn’t care. After that, Bastian really did begin to change. He’d grown up roaming the streets, fighting stray dogs and beggars for scraps. He never went to school. He’d taught himself to read a little but couldn’t write.

I asked. "You don't have to bother about that. I just want to pick a few things for my kids and head out. They've been disturbing me recently about a certain Batman collection. Seems it's the new trend for them and if I don't get it, I would be risking my peace in this house" "Oh, I see the pandemic has gotten to your home too. Bryan had succeeded in sticking that damned Batman collection in my subconscious. I still hear his tiny weeny voice in my dreams saying "Mummy, can you get me the batman collection"

“Papi, Spaghetti doesn’t wanna be held! He kicked me like a ninja!” I shut my laptop, leaned back, and tried not to smile. “Papiiiiii! Mama Mozzy stole my ball! Call the police! Or Batman!” Zane’s laugh floated up from the living room. “Ash, Batman doesn’t work on Sundays. He’s at the spa.” “What about Superman?” “He’s freelancing now. Not reliable. We should call Spiderman.” “He hates cats, Papi!” “Touché.” I closed my eyes for a second. God. My family was ridiculous. Even the stray cats had their own political alliances now.

Jimmy pulled softly on the kid's cheeks. "I'm not a kid. My name is Barnes. I'm fourteen and I'm a cute werewolf that looks a lot younger than my actual age but my parents says it doesn't matter as long as I can transform into my wolf all right and finds my mate. My mate has to be huge and tall though…" Barnes said. Jimmy was stunned and Emily grinned. "She is smart too…" Jimmy muttered in awe. "Alright. You know the plan right. You ring that bell and lure the hulk out. Go on."

​Late that night, the wooden door of the medical bay creaked open. ​Bimby snuck quietly into the dark room. The young tutor carried a fresh bowl of water and clean white bandages. Ardon looked up from his pillows and watched the Gamma boy approach his bed. ​Bimby was just a few inches taller than Bettoni, with a very lean, modest build and a quiet sunken face. Ardon always thought Bimby just never hit a proper growth spurt because he still looked exactly like a quiet and soft teenager. But looking at the gentle bravery in Bimby's brown eyes, Ardon realized he was the one who never actually matured.

“To say he was wild when he was a kid is an understatement. He was always getting into trouble, but do you know what? He was always there when I needed him, too. He may be younger, but he’s protective of me.” “I can see that trait in him,” I reply. I looked up when I heard Bane walk back into the room, a little girl cradled in his arms. Fuck, my ovaries may have just exploded because seeing him with a baby made my womb ache. He walked over to us, a smirk on his face. I was trying hard to connect the man I thought I knew to the man I know, and to the man I was being shown now.

All after my literal cattle brand and gunshot dots. It’s not a joke when I say that under my clothes, I’m a few face stitches shy of being Frankenstein’s bride. “Dearest, you’ve always had an excellent singing voice, but now is not…….” Leave it to the lunatic to utterly ignore how grotesque I am naked. Maybe that’s why Nicky sets me up with circus people and schizophrenics. No one in their right mind could see past the damage. “I’m Batty!” I shout, pushing Jonathan out of the way, so I can implement a tactic I learned from a historical romance rather than the A flipping F.

EMMA'S POV I couldn’t stop thinking about the metal bat I saw in Angel’s room. The image of it kept playing in my head like a broken record, refusing to leave me alone. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again— heavy, solid, and dangerous. It wasn’t just any bat; it was something far more threatening. The sleek, polished metal reflected the light in a way that made my stomach twist with unease. It was the kind of weapon someone would use if they wanted to make sure their victim wouldn’t get up again.