Future Batman Suit Novels & Stories

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

The true nexus of their fate now rested on a single point in time and space: the rooftop, under the moon. That night, an hour before he was due to leave, Jack stood in his room, dressed in simple black pants and a dark t-shirt. He was stretching, his muscles coiling and uncoiling like powerful snakes. He was centering himself, preparing for a battle that would be decided by instinct and ferocity. The door opened. It was Catherine. She held a long, flat case in her hands. She said nothing, simply opened it on the bed. Inside, nestled in black foam, was a combat suit. It was a dark grey, almost black, woven from a material he had never seen before. It looked like a high-tech polymer, flexible

A squad of men stepped off. They were not like the "Wild" men below. They were the Refined Enforcers. They wore impeccably tailored suits woven from advanced, iridescent kinetic fabric that seemed to absorb the ambient light. They moved with a chilling, synchronized grace, holding elegant, silver batons that pulsed with concentrated blue Stun-Mana. At their center walked an older man with perfectly styled silver hair and eyes that looked like cold, polished steel. He wore a pristine white mantle that swept the chrome floor.

Fear, they said, was useful only until it started lying to you. Then Bukky placed the rest. The bulletproof suit wasn’t bulky the way people imagined protection to be. It was light, flexible, engineered to disappear beneath elegance. A second skin disguised as fabric. “You wear this under,” Bukky said calmly. “No exceptions.” I nodded. The outfit waiting beside it was a black two-piece that was tailored and sharp. One that understated power. Jacket cut clean at the shoulders. Trousers fitted but fluid. The kind of outfit that didn’t ask to be seen but demanded attention anyway.

Kate asked. “Well, watching this vid partly reminds me of Batman Year Two.” “Batman Year Two?” “Yeah, you know, the next Batman movie that will star Robert Pattinson.” “Okay…” “Yeah, Batman Year Two is a much more raw and unpolished version of the Dark Knight. When you watch your Glitch streams, you can see Ecto becoming the highly efficient, OP player he was meant to be but, at the same time, he’s vulnerable. It’s like he bleeds at every hit, and dies a little before every regeneration. And then he comes back more determined than ever. I swear he gives me John Wick vibes; the ultimate Sigma Male. The game bosses become more and more hardcore and…”

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

"I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you." He turned to his son. "Alex," Jackson pointed to a suit. "You are the leader now." Alex walked up to a mannequin. The suit was sleek, black, woven with optic fibers. It had a built-in neural link for hacking on the fly. "This is..." Alex touched the fabric. "Polymer mesh. Bulletproof. And it syncs with your glasses," Jackson said. Next, Jackson turned to Mia. "My fighter." He handed her a pair of collapsed batons made of dark metal. "Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing."

Ah yes, Peter. Darkous counted Atlas’ next attack, catching his un-coordinated brother with an abrupt slice to the upper chest. Although not deep enough to cause serious harm, now that would be too easy. Plus a lot less enjoyable for Darkous. Atlas stumbled back, shocked by the sudden pain that erupted through his body. Blood began to slither from the wound in Atlas’ chest, distracting him momentarily. This gave Darkous time to prepare for his signature baton attack, his favourite and most frequently used technique to render his opponent unconscious. Placing his katana carefully back into its holder, Darkous removed both of his batons from the inside of his black leather trench coat.

This creature, its thin wings capped with pointed bone, was the size of a lion. “This is one of the babies.” Apollo said without looking back at Dain or me. “Which means brother and mother are close by.” An even louder screech sounded, and the suits that the four brother wore, shifted into something else. That strange shimmer I had noticed over their clothing grew until the crisp and elegant lines of their suits morphed into armored plates and thick leather straps.

In the weapon box, there was a hooked rope that Hunter was most skilled at, a long baton that Monki was most skilled at, a silver spear that Rowan was most skilled at, and various other weapons that the others were most skilled at. This was an exclusive custom model! Aside from these weapons, battle suits had also been made. There were a total of fifteen pieces of battle suits made out of the same material and fabrics that were made with means beyond modern technology. The battle suits were fireproof and waterproof and could also resist some attacks and damage like soft armor. When Sienna saw these results, she could not help but smile and said, “That’s good. The weapon that Monki has been t