Batman Ugly Sweater Novels & Stories

Stanley Batton wore a gray turtleneck sweater under a long black woolen coat, with a pair of black pants and black leather shoes. His hair and shoulders were covered in unmelted snow, but he still managed to look cool and dignified. Just one look was enough to make Xyla Quest’s heart pound. Stanley carried a sizable paper bag sporting a logo belonging to his wife's favorite bakery. Xyla immediately cheered up when she saw it. “Honey, did you buy me a cake?”

A wave of anger surged through me, and I couldn't stop myself from shaking, and now I wanted to rush in and kill them all. The scout bats were hovering in the warehouse. There was no one around Leon, and just as I was about to rush in, a tall man slowly walked out from behind a pile of goods. He was wearing a leather jacket, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and had a wad of chewing gum in his mouth. "Arthur, you're the mastermind behind all this, right?" He pointed at the bat with the baseball bat. "Hey! Vampire! I know you're here. Show yourself. Your beloved Leon is in my hands. I'm getting tired of him though, so how about you come out and play with me? I promise I'll treat you gently.

Then he leans back onto the dark wood headrest of an unreasonable large bed, smirking like a boy who’s just discovered a new toy. “Please tell me I haven’t interrupted a ritual sacrifice,” he says, very calmly. “It’s skincare,” I snap, clutching the front of my tee, just to remember I’m actually braless. “It clears pores,” I over-explain. “No judgment,” he says, “It’s sweet that you’re prepping for me. I just wasn’t expecting Batman’s sexier cousin.” I narrow my eyes, which only makes the mask crinkle. “You’re lucky I signed that NDA.”

His hair is ruffled up into a messier 'just fucked' version of his everyday look. He looks hot, I'm pretty sure this is him trying to dress like the joker but not going because he is too egotistical to dress as anyone but himself. It must run in the family because well, look at his sister, she's dressed as the replica of the Moon goddess that she is. Santiago is dressed as Batman minus the cape, the suit convincing me he should actually be him but I don't stare long because Adrian is watching me watch the room tonight. I don't need to see him to feel his piercing gaze of warning.

Craig remained silent. The wig he held in his hand felt like a scorching piece of iron, leaving him unsure of what to do. Seeing the situation, Eden stepped forward and snatched the wig from his hand. As she tossed it into my arms, her eyes were filled with unrelenting hostility. I calmly put the wig on. After all, a frail woman wandering the streets with a shaved head would definitely stand out. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Eden, you really don't have to be so scared. I won't be returning to the Sainsbury family."

my dad chuckled, kissing his beautiful wife on the cheek. She gave him a pointed glare, "It's not like you saw it coming to so don't get too smart dear husband." Holding his hands up in a surrendering motion, my dad mumbled, "Okay, okay. Jeez, woman!" "If you two are done being weird can I get going. I don't want to be late," I placed the Batman mask over my head and awkwardly stared at them. I still couldn't believe that I would be attending the dance. Alina and I had picked out the costumes a few days ago and I cursed everything that walked the Earth when she managed to find a Batman costume in my size. The only good thing about the costume was that it had no color. Full black was somethin

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

Of course, I would be stunned, I’ve never seen anything like him. There was a magnificent tattoo of a bat hanging upside down on the side of his neck, surrounded by deadly snake-like vines. It looked mysterious with stars twinkling all around it and I could bet on Carmine’s tail that there were more under the grey Henley shirt he wore. All buttons of his shirt were loose, with sunglasses hanging at the end of the placket, and if his muscles filled up those long sleeves, he had to have some load in those sweatpants. ‘What did you say about my tail again?’

*LISA* “You are bleeding, Lisa.” The sponge is removed from my grasp and thrown into the sink by him. "If you want to thrive, you need first aid care.” "Beta Damien, it's just a scratch and a few punctures here and there, nothing really." I kept my face hidden from him so as not to frighten the second person who has been helpful to me for a very long time. The fact that I wept through the entire night and into this morning frightened me the most since I know that my face will be severely swollen, making me doubly unattractive. Therefore, it's a risk I'm not willing to take.

Instead, I raised an eyebrow at Nate who suddenly seemed to be lost in his own world. "No, I think it wasn't superman boxers. It was batman ones! Yes! That was it! I remember. He didn't like spiderman but was a great batman fan. Oh! Those were some cool boxers." He was mumbling to himself and I looked at him weirdly. "Geez Nate! Are you sure you're just best friends? Because by the way you're describing his boxers with that smile, I don't think I really want to know the extent of your relationship." I visibly shuddered at yet another mental image of Nate and Adr-... No, don't go there. He let out a deep laugh attracting the attention of the people nearby. Nate finally noticed this and smiled