Batman Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?" "The world is cruel no doubt and you, my love, is like an angel and being too kind is not bad you know." "So you also think that I am very kind?" "There is no doubt in that." "You know I can be a badass too," I said only to receive his chuckle. "You don't believe me?" I asked him to which he turned me around and said, "You and badass?" "Namit, I am serious." "And I am batman," he replied rolling his eyes.

"I can be more fun then they were... and what is a little discomfort to me? I mean, considering my options here..." She had a point. We had talked long enough I decided I better introduce myself. "You can call me Batman for now. To be honest, I am tempted. But it may not end well for you. I make no promises except that I am not a nice person, and if you cause me the slightest problem I will be forced to kill you and then have to dispose of the body. Since you will be forcing me to do it, it will not be the quick death I would be inclined to use here. You should know that. Also, I offer no party drugs, I don't hold or use. Are you still interested?"

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

I said giving him a smug look " I want a cute one. Why are all of them cruel? Even Cole didn't have a nice nickname." " You see your nicknames reflect you guys... For my Luca... Uh uh... Bubba... He is sweet, soft, kind and nice so he gets a nickname likewise!!! And you both get the nickname like you! Clean freak! Green freak! Bossy! Goat! So many names for him too." " This is so unkind from you, I'm hurt. Just always rubbing in our faces that you like Luke the most."

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

I said. “Tactics, Lucas. Tactics.” I rolled my eyes, lying back on my bed. “What about movies? If you say you’re one of those guys who only watch gritty documentaries, I’m hanging up right now.” “Please,’ he scoffed. “I'm not that boring. I like the classics—Die Hard, The Dark Knight…” “Predictable,’ I interrupted, smirking. ‘Let me guess, you think you’re Batman.” “And you’re Robin,’ he shot back smoothly. “Admit it. You’d look good in the cape.”

I reply and he immediately reassures me that he would do his very best. "By the way, what's your name? I asked you earlier but you refused to answer me." I ask curiously and I hope this time, he'll tell me. "Well it's not exactly my fault. In this line of work, using your real name is forbidden and telling your victims your real name is even much worse, so we usually go by our various nicknames. My nickname is Dagger but my real name is Gabriel." He explains and I couldn't help but shake my head at the crazy difference between his real name and his supposed nickname.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

The name he had given him the first day certainly suited him with his look but he figured he needed to learn the poor kid’s real name. “Bangs’s fine,” the beta replied with a shrug and Dyllen frowned at him. “I don’t know my real name. They used to call me rat or boy on the street, but I hate those. I like Bangs though; you gave it to me and it’s like the leader and the healer’s nicknames.” “Oh, fucking hell,” Dyllen groaned, rubbing over his face with one hand. “If I had known that I would’ve picked something better. You can pick anything you want.”