Batman Novels & Stories

“Little Bird.” Jumping, I turned to find Bane standing there in the same suit as I’d seen him in this morning, although he’d jettisoned the jacket. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing look at the tattoos that continued from his neck down onto his chest. His dark hair was fuck-me tousled, his dark eyes drinking me in. “Jesus, you scared me,” I told him. He smirked. The bastard. “Would you like a drink?”

"I think you have scared him away. I wonder how you did that!" The boy brightened a little and puffed his chest out. "I can do that because I am a batman! And batman can so anythwing! You should tell me when he comes bwack again. I will scware him again!" "Aww, you'd do that for me? You're such a good batman! And handsome too!" He beamed at me and then smiled shyly.

Then he leans back onto the dark wood headrest of an unreasonable large bed, smirking like a boy who’s just discovered a new toy. “Please tell me I haven’t interrupted a ritual sacrifice,” he says, very calmly. “It’s skincare,” I snap, clutching the front of my tee, just to remember I’m actually braless. “It clears pores,” I over-explain. “No judgment,” he says, “It’s sweet that you’re prepping for me. I just wasn’t expecting Batman’s sexier cousin.” I narrow my eyes, which only makes the mask crinkle. “You’re lucky I signed that NDA.”

He didn't mind the sun, but Batman had a thick fur that wasn't suited for the heat. He tried to build a steady pace but was feeling off his game. After forty-five minutes of a run that would be forever engraved in his tracking watch as his worse time ever, he decided to call it quits. Batman was clearly tired of following his erratic rhythm and the usually soothing environment was getting under his skin. And he knew exactly who to blame. He checked his watch, hoping the time was decent enough to call his mother's assistant. It was Sunday, but he knew the woman didn't believe in weekends. If he had to wait another hour, he'd prob

another feminine voice said. "You guys are late" lucifer/Stan said standing up. "Sorry bro" "And you are" Hagan asked flying up to where they are "I am Zlatan" "and she is cuppy" he said pointing to the other lady "But call us the gelato gang" they chorused together and slammed their hands together. "And how did you guys come of such great power" "We are reincarnates of god of tranquility and goddess of peace" "I see" Stan/lucifer said

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

I screamed but ended up getting hurt. I tried pushing him away but he didn't even budge. There was no way I could push him away. He was like five times stronger than me. What can a five feet four inches do to a six feet five inches? I looked small beneath him. I pounded my small fist into his chest but all to no avail. He glared at my nipples and he wrapped his mouth around it and sucked it like he is life depended on it. He massaged the second one with his hand. He sucked for like two minutes, making my nipples sore. "So soft." He moaned.

It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master. "No, sir" The wolf with red fur shivered; the beautiful fur on her body also lost some of its charms. “You know what you have to do, right?” "I know, sir." The leader of the assassin group acting on his own is very rare. If it weren't for the large-scale battle, he wouldn't have shown up. Thus, it can be seen that Ezra's strength is very strong to make the leader of the assassin group have to take action on his own.