Batman Reacts Novels & Stories

He sighed before closing the front door and locking it, flipping off the porch light as he did so. "Fine." was his answer. Bates sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone, clearly not interested in a conversation. "You sure?" I asked again. He looked up at me. "That scared the shit out of me," he said finally, putting his phone down. I nodded, taking a seat next to him. "Me too." "But you didn't just stand there like an idiot," he said. "I completely froze up until Luca had jumped between us." "Luca reacted almost instantly," I told him.

“But he won’t get me…he’ll get you.” “Why not you?” Kat asked as they clambered up and into the crate. “You’re far more powerful than me.” “Apparently I’m not allowed to use any of my new power…” Ruben looked up as they stepped out of the crate and saw General Batton standing there listening to them with avid interest. “That didn’t take long…” Batton said amused, looking at Kat with a cocky expression. “You sure this is the man you want?” Ruben clucked his tongue as Kat flushed a little and giggled. “Grow up, General…you think I had time to do anything, let’s be realistic…” Ruben tightened his grip of Kat’s hand and pulled her to his side. “We need protein…”

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."

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

Unstoppable. Bullets flew toward him, but he didn’t hesitate. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t miss. A man lunged at him from the side— Bruce reacted instantly. He twisted, catching the attacker’s wrist mid-air and snapping it with a sickening crack before driving a bullet straight into his chest. The body dropped without resistance. Another attacker rushed from behind— Bruce didn’t even turn fully. One shot. Clean. Fatal. The man collapsed before he could even scream. Bruce’s movements were efficient. Economical. Every action carried purpose—no wasted motion, no hesitation.

His mouth twitches, and amusement flickers across his face as he runs a hand through his hair lazily. “Do I look like the staff?” he asks, voice heavy with arrogance. I hesitate, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Then who are you?” He tilts his head, his smirk widening, and then drops his voice into that familiar rasp from every childhood movie. “I’m Batman.”

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.

She turned towards the place he had pointed, and noticed a tiny Batman figurine stood in the corner, perched on the base near the radio. “That’s Batman, right?” Kael repeated, this time in a higher voice. Laurel blinked in surprise. She had expected Kael to stay completely withdrawn. Yet here he was, talking. And to a stranger. He knew not to talk to a stranger, she had drilled that in him before he even clocked five. Nolan chuckled from his seat, glancing at the figurine in the dashboard. “Sharp eyes,” he said with a smile. “Yeah, that’s Batman. But he’s not my favorite.”