Death Of Ace Batman Novels & Stories

Ace rolled his stunning hazel eyes, "I obviously was just fucking with him. To drive my point home, though, every few weeks I had someone deliver boxes of chocolate and flowers to his eldest daughter. It was a reminder that if he fucked with me then I'd fuck with him." "Well then, that explains this," Jericho mused, "we can't get rid of one and leave the other because it would be a loose end." "The cub's right," Gunnar confirmed, "if we leave one alive with the information they have, it won't take them long to figure out we were behind the murder. We've got to wipe them both out without it looking suspicious. You've done a lot of stupid things, Ace, but this has to take the fucking cake. For

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.

"His friends will leave him when they learn how Ace betrayed them. Then he’ll be all alone." I let the words slip from my lips like a venomous prayer, my chest rising and falling with a measured calm that barely concealed the storm inside me. A dark chuckle escaped before I could stop it, the image of Ace’s lifeless body sprawled across a deserted street forming in my mind. Blood pooling around him. Eyes vacant. Forgotten. He wouldn’t just die. No, that would be too easy. I wanted him ruined. I wanted to strip away everything— his power, his name, his very existence— until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of the man he used to be.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Mama Eve’s tone was sad but relieved at the same time. “It’s been three years.” Ace said. He looked serious but in a calm way. We went to where Blaze's grave is. It was not just an ordinary grave, it was a tombstone house. I saw her picture that is framed from the wall. Blaze looked exactly like Mama Eve. Ace and Blaze both got their eyes from Mama Eve. She’s beautiful, she also looks kind. If we were the same age, I guess she died at 15. “She committed suicide.” Ace blurted out. I was shocked by that information. I know she died, but never how she died. That’s upsetting.

Sky saluted me with his coffee. And at that moment, I stopped waiting for a manual. --- **Later, in the hallway:** Ace cornered me near the stairs, his voice a growl. “If this goes sideways—” “It won’t.” “If it *does*,” he insisted, “you run. No heroics.” I arched a brow. “Says the man who faked his death to ‘motivate’ me.” He grimaced. “That was different.” “How?” “Because,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine, “I’d rather die than watch you fall.”

Matt responded, “Look, I don’t know. I was distracted. Not a day had gone by since I came home and someone I knew was already dead. My heart cracked, and it skipped as my mind thought of the night I saw Ace killing someone. I suddenly felt sick and wanted to throw up. “Matt,” I stuttered, shaking, “How- How did he die?” I asked, holding my chest. “Gunshot to the head,” he said hesitantly, and I dropped the phone as I sank with it. I cupped my mouth, trying to get the picture of dead Mike. Ace couldn’t have killed Mike. Could he?I would fool myself if I thought Ace was not responsible. I saw him kill someone with a gun, yet my heart was refusing to believe that he would do this. I was still w

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

Chapter 36 ~~~VELENO CLAN~~~ 12 PM Ace was in the pool even though it was late. A cigarette burned between his fingers as he leaned back lazily, surrounded by swaying women and the scent of chlorine and perfume. The dim lights above reflected off the water like stars shattered into liquid. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling into the night air. “That idiot Leo... got himself killed,” he murmured. The smirk tugging at his lips didn’t reach his eyes.

They must have stared at the angel’s light, their true form, thinking that they can hold it but no they cannot, no one can. We bleed a lot, lost a lot of our kin but we still stand. Ace’s brother died, and it’s actually a miracle that Ace lived. He told me that he sustained a lot of damage but he woke up without even a scratch. The twins are also fine but their mother died. Stan is fine, he was restoring the council with his family. We are fine, though my father is lying in a coffin restoring his strength that would take years.