Batman Wally Novels & Stories

“You’re a mad man playing with dead bodies.” His eyes hardened. “And I’m going to make you pay for every life you destroyed.” For a moment the room became very quiet. Then suddenly— Dr. Wally burst into laughter. Loud. Cruel. He wiped tears from the corner of his eye. “Oh Adrian.” He shook his head slowly. “You still think you are strong.” He leaned close to my ear. “But you are weak.” His voice became cold. “I will prove it.” He straightened and snapped his fingers.

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck while Raymond’s hands held her waist, his back now resting slightly against the wall. "What were you thinking before you drank?" she asked with a sly smile. "Since when did you start avoiding alcohol?" "Well, someone has to keep you from falling over, don’t you think?" he replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, indeed," she said, chuckling softly. "Look at you, playing superhero tonight. Tell me, what character are you?" "I’m Batman, saving the beautiful, crazy damsel—Harley Quinn. Or should I say… Daisy Quinn," Raymond said, leaning closer.

“You and I are meant to help with that.” For the first time since he’d tumbled from the wardrobe, Alpha smiled radiantly, and my breath got at its beauty. “Like Batman and Robin, with me being Batman, of course.” “I don’t think so.” He tilted his head. “The Avengers?” “Seriously? “Suicide Squad then?” “How about, if you can find them in a comic, we’re not them.” I sighed. “Why not?” Alpha pouted. “You’d look sexy in tights, and I’d look even

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

I say a little to happily. "Good morning Alpha Braddock, this is Councilmen Charles," he clears his throat, "there is a verdict on your case against former Alpha Vincent DeLuca, he's been found guilty of tampering with a fated mate bond and is sentenced to 4 years." I nod as I listen, "thank you for letting me know, have you told his family yet?" He sighs heavily, "that's my next call to the Midnight pack, thank you Alpha Braddock for your time." he hangs up.

"Send a courier. I'll give you the address." "No, I wouldn't trust anyone with Wally—you should come pick him up yourself," Adam said, before adding, "Don't worry. I won't trick you into coming back and then hurt you." Without giving Renee a chance to refuse, Adam hung up. Then her phone vibrated several times—it was Adam again, and she tapped on it to see that it really was photos of Wally. It was adorable as ever, it rolled around and bit a rubber chicken, baring its round belly and fluffy tail.

Watt grinned, his bald head shining under the office lights. I snorted and shook my head. “She didn’t do that.” But damn, I wished she had. She was the kind of woman you thought about all day. Watt leaned forward, his massive frame taking up most of the couch. He looked like a granite statue, all muscle and sharp eyes. He was my Beta, my second-in-command, a former bouncer built like a tank. Most people thought he was scary, but I knew he had a soft heart. “But something happened, right? Tell me.”

“Dad is gonna teach Wally how to throw a curveball!” “Oh, wow!” Rain said, drying her hands on a dishtowel as she turned to see her daughter’s bright red hair fly by on the other side of the table. Misty was a little blur and had been the entire four years of her life. Luckily, her cousin, Wally, who lived next door with his mother, Mist and his adoptive father, Dexter, a man Mist had met when they moved to the mountain region of the Nation of Quebec a few years ago. Misty and Wally spent most of their time playing and running around. Wally was two years older than Misty, but now they were joined at the hip.

“What are you talking about? Our company obtained this document legitimately with our capability. As for that other company, they plagiarized our comic. Don’t spout nonsense out there. Otherwise, prepare to get fired.” Wally did not expect his attempts at buttering Luna up to fail, and his forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat. “Yes, Miss Quinn. I’ll leave right now to make copies.”

She looked at him and said, "Do you need to go back and congratulate me?" "No need, I've already called my second brother." Luna nodded and did not say anything else. She turned around and continued to tease Wal. Benjeming Waltson walked over to Wal and bared his fangs at Wal: "Wal, Fourth Uncle is back." Seeing Benjeming Waltson, Wal bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he 'tore' Benjeming Waltson apart to express his happiness. Benjeming Waltson picked him up and started playing with him in the courtyard.