Gangster Batman Novels & Stories

As Chase refired the bullet, a hole appeared in Leigh's forehead behind Eric, and he immediately fell down. Chase appeared as though he was looking at a corpse. Facing his gaze, Eric immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Chase, Mr. Chase, d-don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. My name is Eric Bateman, and I'm the only son of the Bateman family—a prominent family in Chitara. I can give you anything you want!" "Oh, really?" Chase chuckled teasingly. "Can you tell me where the headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance is?"

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

I just don't care as long as I have my way with what I want. " Look, I'm in need of real cash and I don't care if he's a gangster or not. And he wasn't even a gangster, he didn't look like one." " So how could you tell if you see one?" He asks and I shrug. " Just forget about it Romeo, i just wanna sell it out." " I don't know of anyone who wants a to buy a stolen wrist watch." He says and I'm offended. I am not a thief for Pete's sake. I just... take.

But one thing was undoubtedly true, the leader was powerful and resourceful. The gang was the richest in the world and controlled ninety percent of the Blackmarket. Each member had a unique identity and also owned properties costing more than a hundred billion US Dollars but no one knew their real names or life. The most surprising thing was that no one even the team members had not seen the true identity of the members. Each member had a special name and logo for themselves on their expensive suits. The most mysterious identities were of the number one and two members as they hardly showed up in any meetings. However, they were still the most powerful and no other member dared to offend the

He raised an eyebrow. “Who? Me?” The man asked in mock surprise. “Why, I’m Julian’s best bud, of course! I’m hurt he never mentioned me. Maybe it’s time for those cool matching friendship bracelets!” “Go burn in hell!” Julian’s horrified shudder made both Leo and Abhay laugh out loud. “But he said I was his best bud! Go get another!” Leo said in a whiny voice which made both Julian and Abhay grin. “I like you, kid,” the stranger answered, laughing. “Name’s Abhay Campbell, the master hacker!”

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

the auctioneer continued cautiously, “your purchase will be prepared immediately.” Sofia heard the name clearly this time. Volkov. The whispers around the room grew louder for a moment before fading again. The man finally moved. He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of black leather gloves, sliding them slowly over his hands. The gesture was simple but deliberate, the kind of movement that suggested he was used to people watching him. Sofia felt the air leave her lungs. This was the man who had bought her. Ten million dollars. Her stepfather suddenly stepped forward beside the stage, forcing a wide smile.

The woman, like crazy, a random smash, this point of damage, naturally, it is impossible to break them a few big men, just that the woman does not look at anything, the direction does not look, do not look at the people, only to her and the man around a smash, so do not look at anything, do not look at anything, do not look at the people, only to her and the man around a smash. This kind of nothing to see the smash and hit, although did not put their brothers and sisters how, but also really because of this not long for the stick, they really dare not go forward to get close to. "Ah shucks!" The leader of the gangsters, spat fiercely toward the ground a mouthful of spit, eyes released wolf l

Leaving only traces of blood which then disappeared due to the stagnant water, and the vehicles that passed through the passageways. Now Dantley's powers were back, and he could change his form freely as Marteen again. He was now driving to the company, he had only been in the human calendar for a few weeks or maybe a month, and he had already memorized the streets of the human city. Dantley's eyes then focused on a billboard promoting something there, a movie by the name of Batman, now he knew who Batman was. There was a smile on his lips after learning about Batman.