Batman Nightmares Novels & Stories

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

“My dad. That text. He really runs part of it does not he? The app. The exploitation. All of it.” He went still behind me. Then sighed. “Not tonight. Tomorrow after the dose we talk. Really talk. For now you sleep here. I will set an alarm so you can slip back to your room before Tate wakes up.” I nodded against his shoulder. Exhaustion crashed in hard. The game. The blackmail. The basement. The live call. It all piled up until my body gave out. Sleep came fast but not clean. Dreams mixed the roar of the crowd with the click of the Handler’s tablet. My father’s voice yelling about legends while Callan whispered orders in my ear.

Life seemed normal during the day but things changed at night. When I entered my room to sleep in the evening, I felt like someone else was in my room. I could feel someone's presence, his breathe and a male fragrance. "Someone is in here."I thought inwardly. Fear covered me up and I feared to move out and call mother. Dad was not at home yet. I checked around my room and even checked under the bed but I saw nothing, then I decided to sleep with the lights on. That night, I met my friend Bat in my dreams. He told me he is the one who put that tattoo on my back. He told me it's not a mere tattoo. It's a magical one that it will control me and sometimes it will make decisions for me.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

I take the liquid soap inside the niche built into the wall and soap my body, letting the water wash away all the sweat and a small part of the tiredness, I was already feeling relaxed enough to be able to sleep. I turn off the shower and grab the towel drying myself quickly, put on new boxer shorts and head to bed, let my body fall on the soft mattress and close my eyes, but my cell phone screen is flashing with a new notification and I'm not going being able to sleep while not looking at the notification, I didn't miss anything in my line of work, sometimes a message or a simple call can save lives. I put my finger behind the cell phone unlocking the screen and open W******p, I swallow har

Chapter 35 - Desperate The last few days felt like months as worry ate away at me. I didn’t sleep often, but I woke up covered in sweat and gasping for air when I did manage to pass out. Other twisted nightmares would come into play each time I passed back out. Ones where Balthazar was dead, and I was too late to help him. Others where, Jade never came, and the giants found us instead. One nightmare would morph into the next. It would go from him to me being alone cornered by Luecrottas beast. I was being eaten alive while my screams went unheard. They swirled around each other, going back and forth.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

Amelia's POV As I sat on my bed and looked at the long hand of the clock as it hit six in the morning, I realized that I had been plagued by nightmares. I had gotten up by two in the morning after the last one and I had not slept a wink. I could not get over what Nathan had told me last night in that office. That Damien, the same Damien that I knew was the mastermind behind the reopening of the bidding market. He knew what the bidding market was for, didn't he? Of course, he did.

He didn’t come closer, just settled back into the chair, eyes never leaving my face. We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. His presence was enough to remind me I wasn’t in a Bloodthorn cell or a witch’s circle. This was my room. My walls. My bed. Eventually, my heartbeat slowed. At some point, I drifted off again. The nightmares came back in flickers over the next few days. Sometimes, it was the auction hall. Sometimes, the market. Sometimes, the web’s black dome closing overhead. I’d jolt awake with my fingers clawing at my own skin, breath heaving, the phantom bite of metal tightening around bone.