Batman Smirk Novels & Stories

his sarcastic tone irritated me. My hands and jaws clenched in anger. Calm down Della… How I wanted to rip that smirk out of his monstrous face! Straightening my back, I let out a sigh and gave him a sarcastic smile. “I didn’t expect you to be so shameless, Sir. Luke.” Walking closer, I wiped the smirk from my face, and sternly added, “It isn't over yet. I’ll make sure that you’ll pay the price for what you did.”

My smirk widens. * * *

Did Leone seriously think he could bribe me into forgiving him for humiliating and embarrassing me? It was an ice cream, and I knew leone wasn't entirely the type of man to offer a woman one, most especially one he loathes. But he was standing with one, and for no reason I prayed I was wrong. But then his lips curved — not a smile, but something darker, sharper. My heart sank. No! He smirked at my expression, the gleam in his eyes almost boyish… as if he were born of cruelty and sadism. “You shouldn’t have refused my offer earlier,” he said, his voice smooth like silk draped over a blade.

He explained, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. "Wow, I think I have my own personal superhero, now I'm just wondering if you're the Flash or Batman?" She proudly said. Hearing that, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, "The flash I understand because I'm fast, but Batman, I don't." Scar giggled at his statement, "Alright, let me make it clear, Batman a.k.a Bruce Wayne is rich, like you." It took him a second before realizing what she said, "Oh, I get it now."

Michael’s smirk deepened, wicked amusement flickering across his face. “I suppose I should be thorough

The other smirking darkly, like he owned the fucking world. “Not bad, man in a suit.” Butcher let out a deep, dangerous laugh. “I’ve never had someone with a pretty face as an opponent before.” His smirk widened. "Maybe if you get on your knees and agree to suck my côck before the bell rings, I might let your ass live.” Lucian remained silent. Like a calm storm waiting to strike. And then… The bell rang.

He knew the consequences of even the slightest hesitation. Deather smirked, clearly pleased with the responses. He swung Lucille lightly, the bat gleaming menacingly in the dim light. “Good,” he said simply, his gaze falling back to Wong’s bloodied corpse. He planted the bat firmly against Wong’s ruined face, his smile now a warning to anyone who dared betray the Scarface Cartel.

Since when did he become this reckless? Will smirked. “Do you really think that would stop me from killing you?” His smile widened into a full grin and trained the gun at his boss. “Take off your clothes, mother fucker.”

Then, he smirked. The bastard actually smirked. And no, it wasn't those little shy boyish smirks that wannabe thrift-store leather boys wear to look cool. It was a full-blown smirk. Teeth and all. Like he knew something juicy I didn't. My eyes narrowed to slits.

Damian smirked as he muttered in his mind ⸻