City Of Scars Batman Novels & Stories

Even his voice had lost its prior conviction. Driven to madness by their denial, Vanessa slapped Scott across the face and yelled, "The truth is right in front of you! If you still refuse to believe it, get the hell out of my sight!" Scott stared blankly at her. "I'll investigate to see if it's the truth or not. If you dare lie to me…" He couldn't finish the threat either. Instead, he turned around and walked toward the stairs. Devin gave my memorial portrait a long, deep look before glancing down at my ashes scattered on the floor. Without a word, he followed Scott out.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

It definitely wasn't the beat-up thing he’d been driving the night she’d first seen him in the motel car park. The sun hadn't set yet, but the streets were oddly deserted. Scarlet City was the city that never slept, which was why she had chosen it to hide in. Now, it looked like it had been hit by an evacuation order. Her instincts prickled. Something wasn’t right. And the patrol car would stick out on these empty streets.

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

The leader of the Stalkers, a man with a scarred face visible through his cracked gas mask, looked at the ice, then at Marcus’s shield, then at Jack’s glowing silver eyes. "You are not military," the leader rasped. "You are... 'Monolith'?" "We are just passing through," Jack said, releasing the man he had pinned. He stood up, holstering his knife. "We want the City." "Pripyat?" The leader laughed, a hacking cough. "Nobody goes to the City. The City belongs to the Shadows." "We have business with the Shadows," Jack said. He reached into his pack and pulled out a box. Not ammo. Not gold.

Niffler was skeptical. He felt that Philip was not weak, but he could not resist the temptation. What if he got lucky? Scarlet smiled and disguised herself. Then, she took Niffler to Bijou Parlor in Cosmo City. “Bring out all your good stuff,” Scarlet said professionally. The attendant looked at her with a glint in his eyes. “You heard me right. I want to see your good stuff,” Scarlet said condescendingly. As a senior executive of Bijou Parlor, Scarlet knew many secrets. A low-end place like Orbit City had no treasures for sale, but Cosmo City was different. This city was much better and sold more things.

his deepened voice said behind the cape. "It really is you!" "Yes! It is I! The Batman! Now go to bed boy! Your mother will be worried!" The boy happily laughed and left, but Ray realised, that kid was the target of these six foul fangs, making him angrily stomp the ash he stood on, he was deeply glad he got them powedered before the boy saw them, he would have had nightmares for sure, then, who the hell was Batman anayway!? Next on his agenda, his green eyed wolf. Ray leapt up to a roof and scanned, he heard the breaths and pants of that familiar voice, and her scent confirmed it.

Rain had been coming down in sheets, and I’d barely been able to see the road, just getting back from town with some supplies. As I pushed the door open, Scout bolted in ahead of me. But he stopped abruptly, tail tucked, a low growl rumbling from his chest. My senses went on high alert. Following his gaze, my eyes landed on the smears of blood. But there weren’t paw prints—no, these were human bloodprints. My hand found the bat by the wall, and I gripped it tight, creeping forward, following the trail. The marks led straight to the bathroom. With a quick breath and my hands wrapped tightly around the bat, I lifted my foot and slammed the door open.