Batman Smirk Novels & Stories

His smirk was pure sin, dark and dangerous. "That's my girl."

My eyes laid on him who was smirking at my reaction . He looked dead dropped gorgeous in his black formal shirt . His shirt was contrasting with his greyish orbs . He was striking with charm and mischief. I know exactly what his smirk means . It means you are a goner now . " hahaha...you are acting like you were committing sin under my nose " he laughed openly . I rolled my eyes on his comments . He was beaming today . He seems like he was very happy today . A gentle smile tugged on my lips . Seeing him happy makes my heart drums.

I can't speak anything right now, cause I'm doubting myself whether am I hallucinating or is he real. He is smirking , I can't decipher the reason behind his smirk. He is wearing a light blue shirt with a dark blue shade coat with an expensive watch, the watch is reflecting on his wrist illuminating some light. His posture radiates strong, Raw, masculine like he holds the power of this earth. He had some light beard with a little moustache with shard jaw line.. , the jaw line looking like a blade sharp enough to cut the throat of anyone's who messed him..! Why on earth I had to meet this man again. I was occupied by my tiny little assumptions about this man.

“And why is that?” His lips curled into a smug smirk. “Because I always get what I want.” I took a slow sip of my water, then I smiled at him, which I never did before. It was a small smile, barely there, but enough to make his smirk deepen. Dante leaned forward, clearly pleased with himself. “Finally coming to terms with it, amore?” I met his gaze, letting my lashes lower just slightly. “I was just thinking…” I ran my fingertip along the rim of my glass. “You’re very confident for someone who hasn’t actually won yet.”

But looking at his hardened face that was nothing else from coldness and an unreadable smirk. “Commander…” one of the warriors, a broad shouldered brute that had a scar running vertically down his cheeks, stepped forward. rolling his shoulders in a playful manner, like he was not preparing for battle. “Are you serious commander?...” His scrutinizing eyes trailed over me, dripping with disdain and disgust. “He will crumble before I even land a strike.” “Then prove it,” Damon said, his voice emotionless. Laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd. Not loud, just sharp, cruel chuckles that made my insides twist.

You’re supposed to be the voice of reason here. He opened his eyes, the intensity in them gone and he smiled a little. He looked like he was carved to perfection by the Moon Goddess herself and She blessed him with a smile – like it was an ultimate weapon to disarm a woman’s defenses. He must’ve seen through me because he smirked, my reaction seemingly normal for him and I could tell he liked it. “May I?” he asked again.

“The comments at breakfast, the way you look at me like you’re trying to figure out what I taste like—don’t even deny it, I see your face and now this! Do you wake up in the morning and think, how can I drive Lyra absolutely insane today? Because congratulations, mission accomplished!” He tilted his head slightly, watching me with that calm, infuriating expression like nothing I said could actually touch him. And then he smirked. Oh no. Not the smirk. The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop and my knees feel weird, the kind that was half amusement and half something darker that made my wolf go completely silent inside me. “Are you done?” Daren asked slowly, his voice low enough that it s

“That should be our plan B.” A slow, knowing smirk formed on Damien’s lips. Mikhail’s deep laugh broke out again, filling the lounge with a darker kind of cheer...

His smirk returned, dark and knowing. “We’ll see.”

When he smiles like someone is very dear to him, but the smile is empty, cruel even. “Persistent.” He exclaims pleasantly, like we’re conversing over the luncheon he looked like he walked into. “Stubborn,” I correct, wiping blood off my lip with my shoulder. “Ask anyone.” Bane barrels in at exactly that moment, and I smirk as he skids on the baton. He goes down so hard it shakes the wall. I laugh. I can’t help it. Pain blinks the edges of my vision when I do. The heartbeat kicks again. So she or he does not like slapstick. Noted.