Depressed Batman Novels & Stories

Arrick hesitates, moving as though to come to me, to console me, but then steps back, confused if he should or shouldn’t, his sense of confusion choosing to play safe and stay back. “I don’t know what to say. What you want me to do? I don’t even know how to feel right now, Sophs. We’re Batman and Robin, not Batman and Catwoman!” Arrick moves back until he meets the wall behind him and slumps down too, sliding down until his ass hits the wood, sitting in mirroring poses, facing each other across the floor. I wipe my tears away and just despair at him hopelessly, finding that inner numb to get through this moment.

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

Sebastian The depression that overtook me came out of nowhere. I woke up one day without a desire to get out of bed. It happened a week after the Lycans showed up, and nearly three weeks later it had only gotten worse. I was in a pit so dark and deep that I didn't think I'd ever be able to escape it again. Norhing made sense anymore. Life, itself, held no appeal. More than once, I considered eating a silver bullet so I could shuffle off this mortal coil to join Mario on the star planes.

It looked so barren and desolate that it was actually depressing. "Gather around. I know that Harold has ties to the god Hades. Therefore, he most probably will seek solace in the human realm. Lets set camp here and attack the human realm in the morning. Before dawn." "But master, can we not rest for a couple of days? Besides there is nothing anymore here it is so desolate and depressing." The sloth being as lazy as ever could not bare tackling another battle so soon. However, the murderous glare he received from lucifer caused him sheer fright. Immediately he shut his mouth and bowed deeply.

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

As much as he wanted to make me disappear, he knew he would be miserable without me. He didn’t confirm it or deny it. “I’m fine, Cato. Really. I’ve been through worse.” His eyes moved to the wound at my shoulder, the scar I would carry for the rest of my life. “Bates is complicated. He comes off as a violent psychopath, but he’s just—” “Trying to protect you. I understand.” “He doesn’t go around raping and beating women.” “I figured. When you’re handsome and rich, you don’t really need to rape anyone…”

He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him. "Y--You don't need to come here. E-Everything is fine. You can go back to Sir Deo." He said domineeringly but deep inside he felt anxious. The small round one-eyed bat is like a video recording for Sir Deo the aide of the seventh pillar in the devildom. So if it was here, it means Sir Deo wanted to see what was the situation to his mission. And if he sees that he is failing in his mission, he will be dead.

Losing a battle against Sin had left me feeling incompetent and worthless. And atop all this, I lost my Luna. My wolf whines and cries within me. The sound causes me to grow teary-eyed. Ever since she became bonded with King Sin, I have not been myself. I have been consumed with sadness. It seems as though I have developed one of those mental disorders common to humans. Depression. Yes, I will admit it. I am depressed, because Faye is no longer mine. I could not have her. Each time she lays down with a man that isn’t me, I get this unpleasant burning sensation in my core.

“I can’t wait for you to move in.” “Please don’t flirt with me while I look like this.” “On the contrary,” he says, smirking, “I think this version of you is the most honest. Raw. Real. Covered in volcanic tar.” “It’s CHARCOAL.” I really need to end this call. He’s creeping into my mind. “I’m into it.” Into the tar or into my mind? And I’ve never met anyone this cocky. “I’m hanging up now.” “Looking forward to meeting in person, Batnip.” What’s with the fucking Batnip?