Best Of Batman Novels & Stories

He reaches for my hand and takes it in his. "No, I just paint out of boredom and passion, I haven't thought about that" "You should, I know someone, Gary Fleece" "Oh my God!" I cover my hands over my mouth and stare wide eyed at Nathan. "What?" He narrows his eyes at me. "Do you know how much I adore Gary Fleece, that's his painting in your living room right?" I've always loved Gary Fleece since I was younger, one time I tried stealing money from my mom so I could afford a ticket for one of his art exhibition but my mom found out and just bought tickets for the both of us. I didn't get to see much of his face but that day I felt like I was breathing another air, and as far as I breath the sa

William laughed “Thanks dad, you're the best” Zion returned from chit-chatting with his teacher in the superman costume “Uncle Dunlop, I must say your batman outfit is cool even though I'm not really a big fan of batman” “I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you” “Wow, wow, wow. Everyone's so focused on him that no one even cares or like my outfit” I said kind of hurt They finally turned attention to me “Your outfit is amazing mom” Zion said first “You and dad compliment each other. I mean there's a bit of rivalry between batman and Catwoman but they loved each other” William noted

He finally looked up and grinned at me before caressing my black painted face. "You look amazingly ridiculous," he said matter-of-factly. "But I like it. This—" he motioned to my entire body "—suits you." Although my face was completely opaque, Jace could probably see that my face was redder than a tomato. He just chuckled and pressed his lips lightly against mine. When he pulled away, he stared at me softly with those captivating blue eyes. "I think that you're the best Batman there has ever been," he whispered. "But I have one question."

So casual. Like he owned the place. Which, unfortunately...he did. Still, annoying. He chewed. Then gave a single nod. “It’s good. Really good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to look too pleased. But my lips almost smiled. Almost. He leaned against the counter, then glanced over at me, raising one eyebrow. “Miles better than anything Tiara ever made.” I stared at him. “Tiara couldn’t cook.” “Exactly.”