Batman Man Meme Novels & Stories

“I swear you’re bi, Meme” “Bitch, I’d be bi for you and only you”, Meme says through her continuous laughing and winks at Amory, who throws a pillow at her. “I’m joining the alphabet mafia, bitches”, she squeals. When we look at her confused, she says, “you know LBGTQ, and I dunno all the rest of the letters and symbols that go along with it. But you know what I mean”! “There is something seriously wrong with you, Mems”, Amory says to her, but she just shrugs.

Irene “Rule number two…” I continued. “Normal friends use W******p, Romeo.” He took another cautious bite of pizza. “Define normal.” “Normal people send texts…” I explained. “Maybe a meme. Maybe a mildly aggressive sticker. They do not hack smart-home security systems and triangulate cellular tower radiuses to locate each other like emotionally unstable Batman villains.” That tiny crack in his composure widened slightly. A real smile ghosted briefly across his mouth. It transformed him in a way that felt actively unfair to women everywhere.

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.

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

Paxton and Orion say at the same time. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE RUNNING BATMANNNNN!!!! I hear four sets of laughs and I instantly slam my head on the table. Not again!!

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

They could both be completely at ease and comfortable around one another, and it was a relief to him that Dillon didn't have to hide anything from him anymore. "Yo, can we watch 'The Dark Knight' after this?" Dillon rolled over onto his side to look at him when 'Iron Man' was almost over. "Dark Knight? We watchin' 'Iron Man', who is modern day Batman. We gotta watch the second one first," Tony said after turned his head towards him and pointed to the screen. "I love Iron Man, you know that, but pleeease can we watch The Dark Knight?" "What is it with you and that movie? Hell, you n' Batman? You havin' a thing with him? Hehehee."

This man took a slow step towards Dantley and Dantley even backed away completely. Dantley stared at the poor frightened woman, signaling her to leave immediately. "Well... I'm hungry," Dantley said which made this man burst out laughing. "Then go eat, Batman," replied the man with the creepy face. But he was not creepy at all in Dantley's eyes.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white