Batman Villains Mask Novels & Stories

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?

Following all the lines of his body up from his hand makes it obvious how lean his waist is compared to the broadness of his shoulders, but it only adds to the dangerous look he gives off. The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts.

“Tell me where my mother is.” Victor’s smirk widened. “Now where’s the fun in that? But since you’re so eager for answers, I’ll give you a hint: the truth isn’t as black and white as you think. Sometimes, the villain wears the hero’s mask.” “What the hell does that mean?” Rowan snapped. Victor’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Figure it out. If you can.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving us with more questions than answers.

“You want to look like sin wrapped in silk?” “I want to look like vengeance in velvet.” Roman clapped his hands. “Finally. I get to have fun.” They chose a double-breasted midnight black suit trimmed in obsidian satin, tailored so sharp it could cut. The shirt beneath was blood-charcoal silk, the color of bruises. Max stood still as a mannequin as pins danced around him. “And the mask?” Roman asked. Max hesitated. “Something that hides everything,” he murmured. “But lets her recognize me if she dares to look close enough.”

"Of course I will. Are you even thinking straight? What ever were you thinking when you decided to wear Parker's Jersey?" "Parker's my friend Nina, nothing's wrong in wearing it!" "You are a Black Knight, Sapphire. You cannot support a Blue Demon! Parker might be great guy but did you ever think of Sean? The guys been going nuts over you and you decided to wear that? To provoke him?" "I wasn't trying to provoke him, Nina." I said. "I just wore it because I wanted to. They're my friends-" "Friends that have earned your trust in two days? Friends that made you realize that you don't need anyone else?"

and all of them said “Velvet.” He reached for two: one fox, copper-gilded and sharp. One raven, obsidian and faceted like onyx. He handed her the fox. She held it in her hands, the cool metal biting her skin. “A trickster,” she said. “You’ll need it,” he replied. “Everyone in that room has lied to survive. This time, we lie better.” She turned the mask in her hands and said softly, “And if we fail?” Dorian didn’t flinch. “Then we burn it all down with us inside.”

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she realized that this mask was different from the one Damien had sent. “It’s a cat-mask,” Marcus explained while Vivienne felt where the mask covered the entire upper portion of her face, from her forehead to the apples of her cheeks. “I would have preferred a full-face, but that might have drawn more attention.” “What about you?” She wondered, and then scoffed when the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain black domino mask. The sort of basic affair you could get from any fancy dress shop. “Oh, come on–”

We all watched as the girls left the stage and another lone figure came out. She wore a black leather bodysuit with a matching mask, holding a horsewhip. I smiled. She reminded me of Catwoman. The mask covered almost all of her face and I wondered if, like us, she was someone who wanted to be incognito or just one of her acts.

Once again on display. "The final touch..." I slid on the bunny mask—a sleek, velvet half-face piece with long satin ears. Just enough mystery to make a man curious, and a billionaire lose control. "It’s time to be a whore."

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"