Batman Nicknames Novels & Stories

As I expected, he wouldn't turn her down, he hesitantly walks to the door beside me and we get inside. The nurse was explaining something to Uncle Kane when he was half-lying. His eyes immediately fall on us and I surge towards him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Batman, how're you feeling now?" I ask with a big smile. "Great because after ages you called me Batman. Do I have to fall ill to hear that?" he frowns. I chuckle. "Nah. I just used to think it would be cringy as I grew up and you would cringe harder"

I said, my voice shaky, embarrassed but drawn to him. “Okay, fine,” I said, still grinning. “But I can’t call you ‘beast’ outside the bedroom. What about ‘knight’ or ‘king’? You’re my knight in shining armor, saving me every time. Or my king, for guiding me through all this.” “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I was expecting something more sophisticated, like a French or Italian nickname, but I’ll take them. You don’t have to pick. Just call me whichever you like. Knight or king, and I’ll answer.”

“He’s named after a hacker.” Keira blinked. “Wait. Seriously?” Luca grinned. “Yup.” “Miles De Santis,” Sutton clarified. There was a pause. Then a collective: “Huh.” Roman finally gave a slow, approving nod. “Kinda badass.” Blair tilted her head. “Unexpected.” Keira smirked. “I mean, I was betting on ‘Justice’ or ‘Phoenix’ or something with glitter and trauma. But promise me I will not be bailing him out of jail in eighteen years time and I’m good.”

I say in a calm voice. I observe their position, looking for a way to sensibly get the bitch off my mate without her suspecting it. “Nate, who the hell is she?" She asks Nathan. Oh I see, they are on nicknames bases. Nathan doesn't even allow me to call him by his name outside but lets the bitch call him Nate. Nathan ponders about what to say and the words he says don't shock me at all, in fact, I am already used to it.

Always will be. His name is Clark Kent Scott. Two years younger than his age, excluding those centuries of years that were falsified in his renewable birth certificate, and let him believe he is a pure human like Clark. Nicholae addressed him by his nickname, CK. His devoted and empathetic personal assistant for eight years and counting.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

Each man takes a seat, while Declan takes the lead. I know that this is a serious moment, but I can’t help but say out loud. “So this is Justice League headquarters? Does that make you Superman and Declan, Bat Man?” I ask Jaxon At my comment, each man grows quiet, then breaks out into boisterous laughter. Micah pushes my shoulder playfully. “If he’s Superman and Declan is Bat Man, then that makes Connor, Robin.” Connor scowls. “Nah, man, I’m Night Wing. I guess that makes you Aquaman.”

the earlier whispering was replaced with their normal voices and I listened attentively, “Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then, do you think it is Cockeye?” Eduardo made a tsk sound. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would be surprised if this is his doing.” What kind of name is Cockeye? That’s a weird gangster’s name. But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord.

he asked as he put shaving cream on Lawrence’s face. “And who the hell is Kitten?” Lawrence asked. He didn’t know that was Billy’s nickname for Jodi. Goldman tilted his head down and whispered to him. Lawrence’s freckled face turned sour. Billy turned and smiled at Goldman. “I’m sorry, deputy, I thought I did.” He turned back around to the poker table with a big grin on his face. “So, can you?”

And he was extremely good with numbers, which was why his other nickname was Calculator… But we, of course, chose Bunny because--- we couldn’t let him forget he was everyone’s baby brother! “Bunny, ha?” Cracker echoed, raising an eyebrow at him, as if there was some joke between them that only they got. He shrugged innocently and draped his arm around a cute brunette who was his company for the night. She was rather new and I didn’t know her name, but I think she mostly hung around Robin and Joyce, who were Halley’s old pals…