Christian Bale Batman Haircut Novels & Stories

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

Diana was startled and instinctively pulled away, retreating to the side. Taking advantage of the moment, Bale managed to climb up from the ground. The stubble-faced man quickly approached, "Bale, did you call these people?" "Shut up!" Bale stood still, took off his vest, and wiped the blood off his forehead. His eyes were turning red. At this moment, the door of the BMW swung open, and a young man stepped out, followed by two similar-looking henchmen. The man had a refined appearance, handsome features, and a head of short yellow hair that gave him a rather rebellious look.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

I scoffed. "It's not that. I know you can protect your self it's just..." He cut himself off, and I arched my brow at him. "It's just what?" I quizzed. Balor shook his head at me. His long scarlet hair slid over his shoulder with the movement. I had never been into guys with long hair, but with him, something about it was just extremely sexy and when he pulled it up into a man bun. Oh my God. "Forget about it." He said, trying to get me to drop the subject, but it only intrigued me more.

She froze when she saw the man sitting there, staring at the windshield with the wipers moving. Shit. Aslan had changed so much. He was now incredibly muscular, and his hair had grown a bit longer, completely different from the crew cut he used to have. He only got his hair trimmed when his mom took him to the town barber. Since then, the two of them had regularly gone out for haircuts. Or, was it really a "cut"? Now she realized that his hair wasn’t straight at all—it was curly. He looked at her, raising his thick eyebrows, and Alexa was caught off guard, swallowing nervously.

Maybe there was something going on between them. He turned on the coffee pot, made a fresh hot mug, then headed upstairs. Bates hopped into the shower within minutes. Cool water splashed his body, making the hairs on his chest stretch. He lathered the soap over his skin. Soon, the water ceased, Bates stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel to dry off. Steam fogged the bathroom as he headed toward the mirror. He ran his palm over the glass wiping away the fog. Bates appeared a big man to society, with a two hundred and ninety pound frame. He was six foot three, with a bald head in the middle, graying on the sides. His chest hairs thick, his gaze wandered to his popped belly. At only fifty-eig

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

My patience was running out when finally Balthazar appeared again from ... out of nowhere. His black hair, which was usually always neatly combed, now looked messy, and leaves and small twigs stuck to his black knit sweater. He looked like he had just rolled on the forest floor. Slowly the pressure that was holding my body disappeared until I could stand up from this bench. "Have you gone mad? Leaving me here so long-" "Caroline, do you recognize this?" Balthazar interrupted me, he raised his hand and showed a tuft of long black hair between his hands.

“They do match. I just didn’t want to draw too much attention. Never been to a gala before, but something tells me not many people show up with green in their hair.” “You don’t like it up?” “I prefer it down, honestly.” “Turn around. Let me get a look.” I complied, and Christian reached up to gently pull out the pins securing my hair. It tumbled down in soft waves. He nudged me to face him again. “You’d stand out either way. Has nothing to do with your hair color.” “You don’t mind?” “Mind?” he scoffed. “I’m a cocky bastard. I enjoy watching people get jealous of what’s mine.”

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”