Batman Under The Red Hood Black Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He murmured under his breath – as he slowly moved his hand towards him. “I-Is that r-really y-you…” Hector continued – as Hunter instantly held his wounded hands. Hunter felt his heart being hammered into pieces as he realized what was happening. *** “Master…” Vito called the masked man standing in front of the huge glass window courteously. The masked man didn’t even say anything. He only sipped his wine – as if waiting for him to continue his words. His black and white mask was now covering half of his face. “The youngest heir of the Moon Howlers Pack is already inside the base. He is with one of the seven betas.” Vito continued – while the masked man was still listening to him.

“This time, get hold of the guy and don’t let go. Doesn’t matter what happens to the rest of us, that’s your only job.” Dudley nodded, his face a picture of earnest determination. I turned to the others. “Ready?” “Hold on,” said Maurice and he started fiddling with the collar of his onesie. I’ve mentioned before that it had a Batman theme, although it wasn’t made to look like a costume, it just had lots of bat insignia printed on it. So it was a bit of a surprise when Maurice unzipped part of the collar and pulled out a hood. Or should I say cowl. With little bat ears.

A breath caught in my lungs. The figure standing in front of me looked like someone ripped straight out of a horror movie. All black. Head to toe. A hoodie pulled so far over his head it nearly obscured his entire face. What little I could see was hidden behind a matte black mask, the kind people wore during protests or heists. "What the hell?" I spat, stumbling back a step. My fingers fumbled for my phone in my pocket, already tapping the side button to bring it to life. “Don’t be scared,” the voice said.

She would save him, even if it cost her, her life. #### The Red Hoods gathered at the back of the Brochade estate. Dusk had fallen and the nearly full moon began to peek over the trees. They were all clothed in black, their faces concealed behind woolen masks. While all armed, they carried a variety of weapons, the ammo all silver tipped.

I heard a gruesome deep voice that had my heart galloping,I leaned on the tree,my eyes scanning for whosoever that owns the voice. “Welcome alpha. It's our pleasure. This Ella Hurdly,Mate to Alpha Kingston. She has the true mark”. The fifteen of them lowered their heads for a man who looks in his late thirties. His long dreads were resting on his shoulder. He was in a black outfit,a black booth,jacket, trouser and shirt. He wore a mask that covered his face, excluding his eyes. “So,this Alpha Kingston's mate”. He crouched beside me,his demanding aura pricking my skin aggressively.

“Please come in.” In response, the door was pushed open slightly. Josh Batton sneaked into the ward and locked the door immediately. He was wearing a grey hoodie, his hat stacked on top of the hood. His face was covered with a huge sunglasses as well as a mask, barely exposing any of his flesh. His entire face was safely and perfectly covered. The only things that were visible were his hands which were carrying two large bags of food. Nevertheless, the strong noble aura exuded from him was impossible to hide or disguise.

He realized he was getting hard again but ignored it as he had his snack. Shortly before ten, Red came in carrying a Spiderman mask. She took his hand and sat him on the side. Red put the mask over his head then lightly pushed him back onto the bed. He chuckled realizing what a picture this would make. A naked Spiderman with his cock sticking straight up.

So tell me why I walked back into my room and saw Damian holding that mask in his hand. I had almost choked on my own saliva. My heart was beating fast. It had been pounding in my chest since last night. That mask… That wasn’t just any mask. That was Jade Firefly. My identity. My secret identity. My past. I pressed my lips together. He couldn’t have recognized it… right? I mean… He had only seen it once. Just once that night at the club. There was no way he would remember something like that. Or could he?

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

I smiled at it. It was my Batman, Maxxie. And I had of course added the underwear that I hoped I would someday see him in.