Batman Ratcatcher Novels & Stories

“Rat shifter. At least that’s what her license said.” “License?” I growled. “You mean registration. She was tagged.” The rookie paled. I stood and stared at the wall behind the dumpster. Rat. The last one had been panther. Before that… bear. Dragon. Wolf. And now a rat. My phone buzzed. Text from Chase: Another one? I typed back: Yeah. That makes five. Curt said the same on his end. We’ve got a pattern. He replied almost instantly: want backup?

"A treasured tracker! Heaven's really smiling on me today. Come here!" He reached out to grab it. The golden rat wasn't weak, but it was no match for Constantin. With a sharp cry, it tried to flee. "Stop running, you little thing. Do you think you can slip away from me?" He smiled. From his fingertips, he shot out strands of icy light that turned into a cage of sword energy, trapping the golden rat. He had caught it with ease. "I just arrived and already hit the jackpot. It looks like my luck's still going strong. Once I head into Mount Immortal, I'm definitely getting some great fortune."

Dust covers the old green tile floor, and the place smells like mold and dirty clothes. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I whisper to the darkness. Something rustles through a tangle of long-discarded clothing several yards ahead of me. “Gotcha.” I throw the energy ball, and a rat the size of a small cat goes sprinting away. Dammit.

I lowered my spike. “Now!” screamed the mouse. The female behind him threw out some kind of dust that filled the air. My eyes stung, making it hard to see. I heard the others call out in pain. Then, almost too late, I saw the spear coming right at me. I lurched sideways, so it went between my body and arm and grabbed hold of the shaft. A push-pull struggle ensued. Batman, of course, was unaffected. Not because of the outfit, but because he wore glasses. Maurice jumped in and shoved the female. Through blurry vision I saw her suddenly disappear. Not by magic, she had fallen down the hole.

his deepened voice said behind the cape. "It really is you!" "Yes! It is I! The Batman! Now go to bed boy! Your mother will be worried!" The boy happily laughed and left, but Ray realised, that kid was the target of these six foul fangs, making him angrily stomp the ash he stood on, he was deeply glad he got them powedered before the boy saw them, he would have had nightmares for sure, then, who the hell was Batman anayway!? Next on his agenda, his green eyed wolf. Ray leapt up to a roof and scanned, he heard the breaths and pants of that familiar voice, and her scent confirmed it.

Lucifer now puts the rat in the pot. “Do you know what a rat does when it is trapped? They eat their way through,” he says as he puts on his black leather gloves. “This will be fun,” Lucifer says as he heats the pot with a lighter and shows them how wild the rat becomes. “Now imagine this on your stomach; the only place for it to escape will be through your navel,” he grins. The guy, now in more distress, starts shaking, fearing what is about to happen. He then says, “Mr. Smith, we only heard of him. We work for him, but we don't see him as.”