Future Batman Suit Novels & Stories

There was a tiny mask covering the cheekbone area on the mannequin's head then down to the torso was a green snake circling a tiny lightning bolt emblem colored half green and half blue. Gasping, Natasha recognized the super suit. “You have very gifted friends,” chimed Katie. Natasha felt a warmness inside her as she smiled, clearly knowing who or rather which ‘gifted friend’ Katie was referring to. “So, do you like it?” asked Carter. “Are you kidding! I love it!” “Oh thank God!” Carter exhaled with relief, “you have no idea how much nanotech I used in making that suit!” Carol approached Natasha. “Step by step and you probably won't even need me anymore.”

Yes, I know it's stupid but I couldn't control my rage and hatred. "Who is Jeremiah?" "That'll be my idiot son who's still in a Batman phase," I instantly looked at him. He was the only one that fit the description. Since we arrived, he never took off the hood of the black cape jacket he wore. The back of the cape had Batman's initials and the whole vibe he was carrying just screamed Prince of Darkness. I thought he was strange from the beginning but it was none of my business. "It's not a phase, Mom," he said, throwing the black shawl over his shoulder. Why is he wearing that? "It's my new style. Dark colors make me extra hot and the whole vibe makes me intimidating,"

I confessed truthfully and watched Blaze flashing his million-dollar smile to the people who were greeting him. Leaning towards my ear, he murmurs, “Me neither. I don’t even have any clue who that guy was, the one who was narrating my childhood earlier” This erupts a series of giggles out of me as he hides his grimace underneath his simple black mask. With his simple black mask covering the upper part of his face, he appeared like the dark knight to me. A really hot one if I may add. His perfectly tailored Kiton suit fit his body like a second skin. The white dress shirt that he wore clung over his body, show-casting the outer lining of his carved muscles that made me drool.

"Please help me... I can't die..." In that moment, something inside her snapped. A sharp pain eent through her body, starting from her spine and then manifesting outside. Her Bones cracked and shifted, muscles contorted and reformed. She could feel her skin stretching, fur shooting out in its place. Her vision blurred, but she didn't falter. Her transformation was complete in seconds, leaving her not as a human, but as a wolf.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.

Our gazes connecting rings through my limbs like the starting bell of a boxing match. “Did you hit your fucking head after I got shot?” Dante demands. The flicker of emotion fades. I square my shoulders. He doesn’t get to talk to me like that anymore. “What, you don’t like the suit?” I gesture to one of the many suits I’ve purchased with his cards in the last two weeks. This one is navy blue with a thin gray pinstripe. I burned the suit I wore to meet Thano, and I haven’t bought anything black since.

The fabric was smooth under her fingers, and most importantly, it matched the black tux she had set aside for Lucas. She didn’t stop there. She found a mask for herself, a delicate bold piece that sat perfectly against her skin, adding just the right amount of mystery, she didn't want to look like batman going to the event. And then, without a second thought, she picked one out for Lucas too—one that would complement his tux without being too extravagant. The men she'd come across hate shiny things, and she was sure Lucas is in that category. He wasn’t the type to care about these things, but if she was going to convince him to go, he might as well look the part, hence red and black one.

He pulls Anna closer against his side protectively as they browse through options more seriously. “Here,” Anna said after a moment of browsing and points to two Smartphone covers places side by side, designed to form a single continuous illustration when aligned together. On the left phone cover is Batman, from the shoulders up, his muscular build emphasized by his suit, showing his defined shoulders and upper back. Above him is a large, pale full moon that glows softly and contrast against the dark sky, casting faint rim light along the edges of Batman’s figure. On the right phone cover is Catwoman in her typical black tight suit, a plume of smoke curling through the scene and originating f

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

No amount of dignity could win over Batman's exposed belly. The three hours went by rather quickly and soon the pilot warned about landing. Chris ushered Batman back to the cage and got back to his seat. She did not expect that neat-freak domineering man to have a dog like Batman. She always had the impression that the more money someone had, the smaller their dog is. With his Everest-size pockets, she expected no dog at all. Maybe a German Shepard she could understand, to match his stern personality, but Batman wasn't even a known breed. That man was full of surprises.