Holy Batman Lines Novels & Stories

“But he won’t get me…he’ll get you.” “Why not you?” Kat asked as they clambered up and into the crate. “You’re far more powerful than me.” “Apparently I’m not allowed to use any of my new power…” Ruben looked up as they stepped out of the crate and saw General Batton standing there listening to them with avid interest. “That didn’t take long…” Batton said amused, looking at Kat with a cocky expression. “You sure this is the man you want?” Ruben clucked his tongue as Kat flushed a little and giggled. “Grow up, General…you think I had time to do anything, let’s be realistic…” Ruben tightened his grip of Kat’s hand and pulled her to his side. “We need protein…”

The ground around him erupts, it sent a wave of dust heading toward me. I brace myself. I stomp my own foot against the ground and cross my arms. Staying on my feet, I wave the dust away. As I swing the batons, I feel something like a line on the handles of the batons. "What this," I ask, "Wait, could this be the buttons?" The lines forming circles, I push them down and watch as the batons crack with lightning. "I'm finally ready," I say, watching as the dust clears and Heavy Metal is standing before me.

This was humiliating! "Hmph!" Chase sneered, "You're just an absolute martial lord right now, and you're calling yourself a martial arts legend? What a joke!" He sped forward after that and swung the metal bat in his hand. They were strong and powerful swings. Every attack caused Hyde to cough up blood!

“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…” Terra noticed Kate getting sad and lowering her eyelashes. He wound up his geeking out. “… but that’s just me cause I’m biased. I call him Spark Knight because he’s like a little lone firefly in the dark. He goes throug

Then he leans back onto the dark wood headrest of an unreasonable large bed, smirking like a boy who’s just discovered a new toy. “Please tell me I haven’t interrupted a ritual sacrifice,” he says, very calmly. “It’s skincare,” I snap, clutching the front of my tee, just to remember I’m actually braless. “It clears pores,” I over-explain. “No judgment,” he says, “It’s sweet that you’re prepping for me. I just wasn’t expecting Batman’s sexier cousin.” I narrow my eyes, which only makes the mask crinkle. “You’re lucky I signed that NDA.”

"So that's what he's calling himself this week." I motioned around the patio. "Is this what you do? You save women from the resort leeches and lure them to your lair?" "My lair? Am I Batman?" "Are you? I don't know." He smirked. "If only I could make a living at doing just that, but alas, no. You're my first rescue." I stopped my reach for a piece of cheese and looked back up at him. "Your first?" "My first rescue,” he clarified. “Hardly my first."

My head continued to move from side to side. "Who the fuck are you?" Nox leaned close, his cologne clouding my thoughts. "I'm Batman, princess. Next time you want to fly across the country, tell me. I won't delay two hundred people's plans, and we can just fly in the bat plane." He shook his head as the plane began to move and pointed his chin toward my lap. "What?" "Fasten your seatbelt." Though I didn't want to let go of his hand, I grinned and did as he said. "Actually," I said, "I think I'm in your seat. Since this one was empty, I moved over to look out the window."

Magic flew from the tip of the blade, going wide and striking the demon beside Baltabek, instead, knocking him off his feet, his shoulder burning from the hit. :We will need to practice that,: Jamairlo said with a sigh. :What is a bat?: Respin asked. :I thought bats were airborne creatures. Why would you swing one of those?: "Not now," Rhychard growled as he continued forward. "Baltabek! You failed. You're not crossing over. None of you are. I'm here to send you back to hell."

Drace and Finn stood off a ways, the kids corralled away from the scene of frightened adults. Hols. I'm not really Batman, okay? You found me out. I'm not a superhero. But you are. You're my personal superhero. I need you to come back. To show me how to be brave like you. To show me how to love as fearlessly as you. To see the world as something bright and shining and good. Right now, all I see is darkness. I need you back. We need you back. Hols, come back to us. We love you. I lifted my face to the breeze as I thought, for the millionth time, that I heard her voice. It was faint. Just like every other time. But it washed away with the wind. Leaving me deeper in the hole that my sorrow had

I nodded and asked Madison, "Are you going to be Batwoman again?" She gave me a nod. "You haven't said what you're going to be yet," Carter said. "I'm picturing a witch." "Will I look okay?" Luke says, "Yes." "Stop saying yes to whatever she says," Carter told Luke. "When did you look your best?" "This year, it'll look good...," I interjected. "No, not just good but I'm going to be the best witch this year." "Then I'll be looking at you and at the stadium the next day," Carter says. Good luck saving energy for the match, whatever you do at the party."