Romans & histoires Batman Reactions

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

Now the only way to get to Arthur was to knock Rey out first. "Rey, I'll try not to hurt you, but if I do, don't blame me," I said inwardly. After debating it, I turned and rushed towards him. I sent him flying with a heavy punch. Even if he was now a puppet, there would still be physical limits, right? I condensed blood energy, and a large group of bats surrounded me. Then I raised my hand and pointed, the bats transforming into a black torrent that flew at him.

"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 raised an eyebrow. He didn’t need to look at me to know I looked pissed. “You wanted to come, Siena. I told you I couldn’t entertain you.” He stared at his screen and then his fingers hit the keyboard fast. He was typing at lightning speed, better than a typist. Then he flipped through his stack of folders and made notes. So this was what a billionaire did all day? The door burst open, and Bates walked inside. “I’ve got another live one—” He halted when he saw me, and his horrified expression quickly turned into a livid one. His eyes burst with rage, and it seemed like he might strangle me right then and there.

"Call the thing off." Xavier just laughed at him as Bane growled low, sinking his teeth in further. "I don't control him. You pissed him off all on your own. Although similar to me, he tends to only take payment in blood. I will tell you that he'd probably let go if you back away and stop threatening his mate, but I can't guarantee that he'll actually let go. You should be glad that he decided to just bite you rather than roast your sorry excuse for an existence." Xavier told him, sitting back once more as he finished his drink. My father slowly backed away from the table as Bane let out another low growl, but let go as he roared another warning at the man, as he followed along the edge of t

Amelia's POV “You don't… feel pain? What now? You're like Superman? Or Batman? Even these two characters feel pain. They’re probably just strong enough to continue their daily saving streak through their pain.” I muttered sarcastically, half expecting him to laugh and tell me he was just messing with me. But his expression didn't change. There wasn't even the slightest smirk that gave off the feeling that he wasn't serious. He just looked neutral, like he wasn't surprised that I didn't believe him.

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

“Because she was your brother's girlfriend?” “Obviously I don't care about Cal's feelings,” Lucian began. “–but yeah” “Her ways are beyond our understanding,” Bane said softly. “It's important to remember that” “And now, aside from being Alpha…” he trailed off, staring hard at his fingers, callused and red with sores at the knuckle from his earlier conflict with Callum. “…I think about her. All the fucking time” The railing juddered under the bong of his fist.

He finally looked up and grinned at me before caressing my black painted face. "You look amazingly ridiculous," he said matter-of-factly. "But I like it. This—" he motioned to my entire body "—suits you." Although my face was completely opaque, Jace could probably see that my face was redder than a tomato. He just chuckled and pressed his lips lightly against mine. When he pulled away, he stared at me softly with those captivating blue eyes. "I think that you're the best Batman there has ever been," he whispered. "But I have one question."

But instead, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him into a tight, fierce hug. He froze. It was like hugging a pillar of granite. I could feel the sheer, massive scale of his frame and the tension in his muscles. He didn't move. I don’t think he even knew what kind of reaction would be appropriate. For a man who dictated the movements of thousands, he seemed completely paralyzed by a simple embrace. "You know, I think you’re not so bad after all, Bane," I whispered into his ear. I pulled back just enough to see his face.