Batman Meets Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

I asked as I turned to face Nick. "Why don't you ask your dear best friend over here," he replied instead. "Ash what did you do this time?" Asher had a smug look on his face, "your boyfriend needs to learn that Superman is the best superhero of all time and Batman sucks," he replied with a shrug. "That's why you look like someone who ate a sour lemon?" I asked Nick. "Hey! Batman is a legend, he's just human and yet he does more than Superman whose weakness is the one thing found on his home planet, how pathetic," he said defensively and then rolled his eyes.

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!"

Dorian declared. "DC comics still have the best backstories." Zachary shook his head in disapproval. "Dude, have you seen their movies? They're way better than Batman vs. Superman," Shawn said, holding a can of soda. "I agree, that movie didn't make sense how Batman stopped Superman's punch," Kairos added. "That's because Superman was weakened from the extreme exposure of Kryptonite." Zack huffed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. "I didn't know you watch superhero movies too." Maddie was stunned at the brunette. "I thought the Queenz were more into boring chick flicks."

What a strange one she is. "Bruce," said Wayne. Wayne was Bruce's best friend. He wears glasses and have curly black hair with black eyes. He was a skinny man with a hearty appetite. Bruce was still looking at Bella. "Bruce?" questioned Wayne. He was finishing the banana in his hand. "Huh?" asked Bruce. "Who are you staring at?" "No one." "Oh." Wayne look in the direction Bruce was staring at and saw a beautiful woman. "Are you looking at that woman with the cute ass?"

He laughed. "That explains why Melanie made this book," he said. He opened to a page and said, "Look." I looked at the page, staring at a picture of Robin on top of Batman. Well, technically it was Bruce Wayne. I smiled and chuckled. Jace kissed my head. "You're my Batman, you know," he whispered. "You always come and save my day." I looked up at him and whispered back, "So that means you're Robin? And you're on top of me?"

I smiled at my cleverness. My new name was going to be Soraya Wayne. Like Bruce Wayne, aka Batman. I couldn’t remember much of the movie, I only saw it once. We didn’t watch TV much in Wane Hall. Residents were usually out working or in their rooms. It’s not like we had family time on Saturday nights in front of the TV. I didn’t resent it; it was just the way of things. You couldn’t miss what you never had. That was another thing I was good at pretending about; I didn’t miss family time. The reality is, I could try to pass it off like I didn’t care, or didn’t miss what I never had, but it was always all around me.

His mouth twitches, and amusement flickers across his face as he runs a hand through his hair lazily. “Do I look like the staff?” he asks, voice heavy with arrogance. I hesitate, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Then who are you?” He tilts his head, his smirk widening, and then drops his voice into that familiar rasp from every childhood movie. “I’m Batman.”

The once noisy bar fell silent; even the DJ stopped speaking, the music ceased, and the dancing girls paused their performances. All eyes were on Kiran. One man had captivated the entire venue. One man had stunned everyone. Handsome. Arrogant. But undeniably formidable. "Damn!" A man's curse broke the silence, followed by a flurry of footsteps from upstairs. The crowd tensed, their gazes shifting up as dozens of men, armed with bats, stormed down the steps. Leading them was a tall, bald man—Brother Wayne, Brutus Wayne himself. "Brother Wayne, avenge us!" Billy, lying on the ground, cried out loudly for help.

He asked me curiously blinking his big eyes at me. "Well,no Mr. Junior Parker."I laughed. "Chase say bye to Mr. Black. We should get back to our bus now." His teacher said to him. My heart ached with the thought of never meeting him again. "You're a very good man Reece. I'll tell Mommy that I met my Batman today." Chase giggled, his smile stirred something within my heart. "Do I look like the Batman with a creepy costume?" I cocked my brows. "Yes, he lands from anywhere and save a person from villains and troubles and you saved me just like him." He proudly explained me his reason of calling me his superhero.

he laughed. Anna raised her chin stubbornly. "I do not," she whispered harshly, "have a date tonight. Hot, or any other kind. I'm catching up with Bruce, that's all." Andy laughed again. "Okay, geez, it's a good thing looks don't kill. Anyway, it's good to see Batman again." He used Bruce's fire crew nickname. "I guess the last time was at Buzz's funeral." "Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, we're just catching up. He has a fire to get to."