Future Batman Suit Novels & Stories

Aaron's father said, picking up his coat and briefcase, handing Aaron the address before heading out the door. Aaron went to inspect the costume he was to wear, seeing that it was only a stupid batman thing with a mask. "No problem, I guess." He was excited to go; he'd been pretty bored all day. Plus, he thought since he was doing his father a favor he'd be able to get away with some drinking. He was only 18 but his parents never seemed to care too much.

“Because every Friday my son is still alive and on time.” Max jumped down from the little stool before I could stop him. His sneaker lit up once, weakly, then died. He stared down at his shoe with a look of loss. “The light is sick.” “We’ll buy new shoes later,” I said. He froze. Slowly, he turned to me. His eyes widened with hope that looked far too expensive. “The ones with fire?” “No.” “The ones that can jump?” “No.” “The Batman ones?” “We will discuss it with the catalog and my wallet.”

I found the room Doc James had mentioned, and as promised, it was stocked with many weapons and even bombs. I quickly found some clothes and switched into an all-black combat suit. The gear was made for action, with a sleek, tactical look. The top was snug but padded for protection, with plenty of pockets for gear. The fabric was tough yet flexible, perfect for moving swiftly. The pants had adjustable straps and compartments for extra ammo and tools. Overall, the suit fit like a glove, designed to blend into the shadows and keep my weapons within reach. “Seriously, I wonder why all battle clothes are black,” I muttered as I pulled the suit over my head.

Stanley Batton, dressed in a full suit and leather shoes, was smoking in the living room. His black shirt had intricate details on them. Coupled with a matching black tuxedo suit, his broad shoulders and long legs were very much apparent. Meanwhile, the cuff links on his sleeves shone brightly under the stun. It was a perfect contrast for the depressive black tone of his outfit. He had brushed his thick hair loosely to the back of his head, allowing it to rest casually wherever it fell. On top of that, his facial features seemed perfect. “Let’s go, Five Batton,” Xyla said after walking quickly over to him.

She added. Ethan shrink and held his book more tighter. "Hey, calm down, I'll get you a protector." She said "No body would hurt you." He only nodded, feeling a little bit better. "What is the suit for?" He asked. "Oh, they're for when we shift, they don't go into shreds like our normal clothes, they're made to adapt in shape and color and every suit has a ranking color, mine and Robin's are dark green, cause we're Gemmas. But when we shift it assumes the color of our fur and we look normal but when we turn back we have it on so we aren't naked." As she spoke he took note, when she noticed she smiled.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my legs and I hoped I came across as calm and collected. "Chica," he said, quietly as his beautiful eyes raked my body, noticing every detail and taking them in. My eyes went to the large bat logo on his chest, he looked a better Batman than Bruce Wayne ever had. "Of course you'd come as Batman," I stated, remembering our conversation about superheroes what felt like years ago and laughing a laugh that didn't reach in. Nothing could feel funny today. "What can I say? You were a strong influence," he chuckled lightly and I nodded then kept quiet, wondering why he brought me here. He sighed, coming over and pulling up a chair opposite me, dragging it so we were in

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

Zack turned his eyes to his face before he arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want to vomit or anything?” his brother asked before Arthur was smiling at him. “Yes, I am sure,” “I just don’t want you to ruin my masterpiece, that’s all,” Zack said before he was dusting invisible lint on the suit that Arthur wore. It was a black Armani suit, courtesy of Caleb, and it was the best piece that Arthur ever wore. Not that he could not buy it, it was just that the Gamma would always be in black pants and sweating when he had to train another batch of recruits and seasoned warriors. It would seem inappropriate to wear something fine to work.

Zayne chimed in through the earpiece. Upon hearing Zayne's instruction, Athena retracts her hand from the katana handle. All of them wear a spandex suit, including Shon, except for Ralph. He said he will look like a group of power rangers. While the spandex is actually coated by the unique material, it will not be easy to tear up or cut through. A squeaking sound from the tree near Shon makes them turn to look at him. He looks like he was talking to that animal, and sometimes he will make a weird gesture. Athena lifts up her eyebrow and tilts her head a bit.