Batman Sick Novels & Stories

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

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

Bruce was annoyed. Ever since that day, Klick has been going around as if he had completely lost his mind. The blind bat was batting his eyelashes everywhere and asking about Carlos. Everyone on the campus probably already knew about the beta stalker boy who was smitten by the cheetah man whore. It was irritating and no matter what Bruce did, Klick wasn’t listening.

His fingertip brushed along the crease where her thigh met her pussy, “—you squeeze.” Sophia’s breathing had grown shallow. The tattoo was only halfway done, but her body was on fire. She felt very guilty, but the arousal was even stronger. She kept thinking about Mark sitting just outside the door, oblivious. “Does he fuck you like you need?” Damien asked quietly, his eyes locked on her face as the needle buzzed. “Or do you lie there thinking about something dirtier while he finishes?” Sophia whimpered softly, her hips twitching. Damien smiled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”

she said, a bit dazed. “Yes, you do. That’s why you called me. You love having my cock in your mouth.” Libia blinked several times. “No, this is wrong. I’m just sick, but I’ll be cured soon.”

They just talked this lunch but she bombarded him chats already. She was asking if he was at the airport, and where he would go. There were also screenshots of a post with the photo Kent took of him and a fan at the lounge. There was another photo of him boarding the plane, one of which he was not aware of. Erric decided, there is something creepy about being famous. He disregarded all the messages except her question of where he will go. Erric: to Singapore Diana is typing… Erric sighed for the third time. He hated it whenever he chats with somebody and that somebody starts typing a reply. As much as possible, he wanted to reply once and shut his phone again, but now he’s doomed with the gu

“What’s this, hmm? My little soldier refusing orders?” Alan’s pout deepened. “It’s the morning one, Mom. The worst! I don’t want it.” Richard came to sit on the other side of the bed, arms folding across his broad chest as he gave Alan a mock stern look. “So what? You think real heroes only eat candy? Even Batman takes his vitamins.” Alan wrinkled his nose. “Batman doesn’t have gross medicine!” “Oh, trust me, champ. He does. How else do you think he runs around Gotham all night? Strong medicine, strong hero.” Richard winked, trying not to laugh.

"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.

Then, as the boy was distracted - BAMB! The bat bit him on the arm, the feel of two crisp fangs digging into his flesh in the upper arm of the boy, he screamed in pain the boy swish away the bat, getting him off. When he did, the boy still felt the pain of the bite and started running out of the cave, not caring about the game and only caring about getting home. Running as fast as the boy can, he started feeling sick to his stomach he ignored the unusual feeling and ran even faster, but with every step he took, he went weaker and weaker.

Patrick says, he’s the head of the small gang. “I’m Devil you idiot” I reply, why can’t he get my name correctly, why does he always mess it up, it’s not that hard, I’m the Devil, not some lone demon. “Yes, yes, Satan himself,” he says with a smirk, I glared at him, god I hate him. “Why is it my lucky day?” I ask licking my lips. “You got bought!” he says with an evil laugh. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you got the memo, I’m a loner” I say between gritted teeth.