Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

"Sir, we're here." The driver announced as he swerved into the garage of the Wells Mansion. David slid out of the Mercedes, feeling quite antsy at the thought of being back home. The Wells Mansion was huge and fancy. A whopping two-story building that left a pauper's mouth dry. The evening sky, a swirling mix of blue and orange rested above the lit-up house. Before the building itself was a wide spread of well-tended shrubs on either side of the road.

That also gave the one who was controlling Jackalyn a chance to infiltrate. "Gardenia Manor is vacant most of the time. But since Benjamin is staying there, the number of guards has tripled. "They aren't the sort of weaklings we see in the outside world. We'd better be careful." Wendy saw how solemn he was. She thumped her chest and smiled mysteriously. "Leave it to me. I know a secret passage here."

"Stay safe. Call me if you need anything." The Everhart Manor stood alongside the artificial lake in Willowbrook. When Zachary couldn't meet his debts, the loan sharks seized this property first. Calista hadn't set foot here in three years, but she navigated the expansive villa community easily, leading her to the Everhart Manor. The roses were in full bloom in the garden, adorning the trellises with lush clusters of purple petals that had gracefully descended and now blanketed the ground. Calista walked up to the door and rang the bell without hesitation.

The Rocher Manor was located by the river that ran through the middle of Hemount City. It was a sprawling ten acres of land that looked nothing but luxurious from the outside, with no buildings surrounding it at all. This one-of-a-kind piece of property was a clear status symbol for the Rochers in Hemount City. Just then, over in the living room, Sawyer stood in the middle of the room trembling from head to toe with his two bodyguards as Chad lay on the floor, his livelihood still uncertain.

The only other pieces of furniture that could be found in the room were an antique rosewood wardrobe and a sizable chest with iron strapping that was placed at the foot of the bed. Gwen was unable to move because her attention was drawn to a polished ebony casket that was placed on a high wooden dais on the opposite side of the room. She just had one inquiry, and she said it in a soft whisper as she asked it. "Where exactly are we?" "An underground lair near Gatlinburg, Tennessee." He was the legal owner of the property. The building that was above him was deserted, but it was wired for power and had running water because those utilities had been diverted to his hideout. If somebody were to

The car pulled over in front of a huge building, beautiful different colours was coming out from the mansion as voices erupted from the speakers placed on the highest walls of the building. I got out of the car and so did Brian and we walked to the door. The man at the door, gave him a bow. "Good day Mr Wayne. ." (Mr Jaspero is here and was looking for you.). Brian nodded, his grip on my hand tightened. "Do not leave my side for any reason and if you do.. I'll make sure little Chelsea doesn't get to see her sister for a while." "You're evil." I glared at him. I could feel the courage gathering up in me.

James had never been inside Romero’s home before. There had never been a reason to because over the summer their base of operations had always been Washington Manor—the Director’s residence. Under normal circumstances, he would have found the house to be warm and comfortable. It was built in a classic American style from a bygone era: wood floors, wood paneling intricate crown molding and lots of fireplaces. He couldn’t help but think it a miniature version of the Director’s place. It was for that reason alone that in lieu of any comfort, he felt stifled and suffocated. Ignoring all else, he made his way through the house and onto the screened back porch.

She then passed the tea which she had poured to Gwen. “You don’t have to worry. Uncle Andy and I go way back, and I won’t make things difficult for him as well. He’s currently staying in the backyard of the Walters’ mansion, living comfortably.” Gwen gripped her phone so hard that her knuckles turned while. Everyone knew that the backyard of the Walters’ mansion was a prison! That place was heavily guarded, and it never saw daylight. It was a place they used to trap traitors of the Walter family! However, Gwen’s father was not a traitor. He did not do anything wrong that offended the Walter family.

Like a slow poison invading our systems. “The control room for the cameras used to be on the ground floor near the sub common room.” Carmen flits to human form, pushing in front of us with speed as we get to the door of the manor and halts before she grabs the handle. The door isn’t boarded or blocked but she hesitates and holds up a palm behind her to stop us moving forward. “What?” I blanche in irritation. “Wolfsbane…can’t you smell it.” She leans in and around the door, her nose inching close, scrounging up her face in disgust and then moves to the handle with caution.