Batman Short Novels & Stories

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 probably kick something. Lucky for him, it was already eight in the

The 1 on my hand burnt, searingly ever what felt like thirty seconds and I closed my right hand over the left as I went through the huge doors and into the gym. I couldn't believe I had once felt a part of these petty celebrations, dressing up to come flirt and gyrate away into the night and I must have stood there deep in thought for so long that I didn't see or hear him walk up to me until he clapped a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I stared at the boy in the Batman costume, he had removed the mask, his perfect face looking down at me with eyes soft with concern.

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.