Batman: The Enemy Within The Telltale Series Novels & Stories

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

Turning back, my cheeks heated into a blush, and I questioned Anji, “Really? Did Alpha Xander stare at me?” “Yes,” Anji replied, then she paused, “But why do you sound excited about that?” “Nothing... And I was not excited at all. It was just a question.” “I hope you remember your deal with Alpha Darwin...” “Deal? How did you know?” I questioned, creasing my brows. Is she Alpha Darwin’s spy who is pretending to be my assistant? “I was aware of it. Also, there is one thing you should always remember... Never fall in love with your enemy,” Anji spoke, sounding strict and sincere as she said her last statement slowly and clearly.

He fell to his knees, gasping. Antonio tensed. Ethan’s hand went to his gun. And then I saw his face. Matteo’s right-hand man. The one who had been by his side for years. The one who never left his shadow. And now, he was bleeding out on my father’s floor. His gaze locked onto Enzo. “You—” He coughed, crimson spilling from his lips. “You set us up.” Enzo crouched beside him, tilting his head. “I did. And it worked, didn’t it?”

The attack had been prepared too perfectly. Too quickly. Too efficiently. The false retreat order wasn't the leak. It was the cover. The real leak happened earlier. Much earlier. Someone inside had warned the enemy. And then created confusion to hide it. Mia felt a chill run down her spine. The enemy wasn't manipulating them from outside anymore. They were operating from within. That evening, Don Romano called an emergency meeting. Every captain attended. Every advisor. Every trusted name. The atmosphere was toxic. Suspicion sat in every chair.

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

"You know what? I’ve lost my appetite. I don’t want to eat at the same table as a traitor." Lucian bristled, his chair scraping against the marble floor. "A traitor? That’s a hell of an accusation to throw at your own brother. I’m part of this family, Adrian! I won't be treated like trash!" I turned to him, not moving an inch. "You might have the Blackwood blood in your veins, Lucian, but you’re an enemy. You’ve been an enemy for a long time. And I don’t break bread with enemies."