Batman #scarecrow Novels & Stories

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

His eyes widened in fear. "You wouldn't." he tested. "Troy boy I'm a very impatient queen. Believe it or not I am the Queen of rouges and I can do anything I please, and killing an innocent child won't do a damned thing to me." I threatened. He gulped as he shook in fear. I feel like I'm feeding off his fear because I like it so damn much. "You won't, you're a woman. A weak pathetic woman. There is no way you could do anything." he said.

For the next few hours, rooks and bodies perched under the arms and legs and pedestal poles of each scarecrow stuck under the grave, screaming assorted names that had nothing like their families' names. - FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, WHY DID YOU DO THAT? – That was the beginning of Luna's scream like a scarecrow, if that wasn't enough, the crows screamed and cawed together, it spread throughout the cemetery, screaming and screaming. - KILLER, KILLER, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

"You like hanging out in alleys? Is this your thing? Storm-watching? Creeping? Scaring the hell out of women who just got ditched by their date?" His eyebrows lift slightly. No words. Just that quiet, unnerving stare. I snort, brushing a strand of wet hair from my face. "God, unbelievable. I get ghosted, almost mugged, and now I get the strong-and-silent routine from Batman's weird cousin. Seriously, could this night suck more?" The corner of his mouth twitches. A smile. Like he's amused. "Oh, don't you dare," I snap, jabbing a finger at him. "Don't you stand there all mysterious and smirky like you just saved me. You scared those guys off, sure, but you've been lurking here this whole time.

Anyone trained by Dwight’s grandfather was extraordinary, and Carey was no exception. At the same time, Callie had just caught up with the group. She stopped some distance away, trying to catch her breath. Relieved that Dwight’s bodyguard seemed to have a handle on the masked assailants, she scanned the vicinity for Scarecrow, the sniper coordinating with the attackers. She didn’t notice anything unusual. Scarecrow could be several hundred meters away and end Dwight with a single shot from his sniper rifle. The rain and lack of light made it a challenge to see clearly.

Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests – same results. I was the second coming of Christ – back from the dead...or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go.

Poking at Frank's cheek with his metal bat at Frank's face, he then turned toward his men and laughed. "Look, boys. I haven't done anything, and this brat is putting on airs to scare me off! You have some sort of death wish, don't you?" "He's a pompous prick, Scorpion!" Jackie laughed savagely, still clutching his face. "Just beat him to death with the boys. I'll take responsibility!" "Alright!" Scorpion nodded, but just as he raised his metal bat, the two security guards from earlier rushed up to them.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

Not fear or disgust, but a mixture of amazement and horror. "You're dreaming?! I don't want to…'' cried Anindira, then moved backward. Anindira's instincts began to feel alarms that were different from hers. ''What's a dream?!... I have the ability to take you right now,'' cried the Batman with a very relaxed expression combined with a beautiful smile on his handsome face. ''I also got an addition, there are three women... tonight is my lucky day,'' shouted the Batman, chuckling with his friends who seemed to be standing casually behind him.