Holy Blank Batman Novels & Stories

No one helped me, and I could never figure out how to open the soap. "I've never had bubbles," I mumbled, still mesmerized by the place. Father sat me down on the toilet, as he messed with the bath, it was a big cemented tub, so big that it can easily fit four or five wolves in it. Water started pouring out of the faucet, and I stared at it, noticing how clear it is. The water I'm used to seeing is foggy. He sat on the edge of the tub, letting the water run over his hand, "You can have all the bubbles you'd like here. And tomorrow I'll take you to get clothes that fit you, and toys," he promised.

I added. Later on, I heard someone sarcastically laugh behind me. Fear enveloped into myself but I couldn't do anything but to pretend as If I didn't scared at all. “Look how adorable my woman right now.” He said. I immediately turn to face him. “Who tf are you? Your woman? My ass!” I mentioned. This man wear a black hoodie and cap that's why I barely see his face. I freeze after I witnessed how he grin. “Who else owns you besides me?”

Laura - At home I find myself lying on a bed of black velvet inside an empty room with no windows or doors. The walls are lined floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves, each filled from top to bottom. The books are all different sizes and shapes, but they all have the same purpose: to fill the emptiness inside me. “Because I’m hollow on the inside,” I whisper to myself. Under the blanket next to me, there is a figure wrapped in the same black velvet. I reach out and remove the cover, revealing an old man. His skin is wrinkled and pale, and his hair is entirely white. He looks as if he is sleeping.

With a tearing sound, Zephyr Khan suddenly felt a strong destructive power coming toward him, but it was quickly offset by his own bladed energy. "It's a blood bat!?" As the long sword was lifted and bladed energy tore the vortex apart, Zephyr Khan also cast his Focus on the attacker. It was a huge blood bat with blood-red scales on its body. The scales were shining like an armor. Compared with the elite blood bats, this blood bat was not only huge, but also had a huge tail on its back. The tail carried a reverse hook, and the blue light on the hook was shining. It was obviously poisonous.

Ang balita ng pag-atake sa Batanes ay kumalat na parang apoy sa buong mundo. Sa bawat screen sa Times Square, Shibuya, at London, ang mukha ni Liam Black ay lumitaw—hindi bilang isang bilyonaryong henyo, kundi bilang ang kumander ng depensa ng sangkatauhan.

SpeedBlade: Screaming as I push myself off the ground, I jump into the air and pull back JumpStart's stun batons. Heavy Metal blocks his arm, he tries to punch me but using my speed, I run out of the way. "Oh no," I say, tapping the batons against each other. "Something is wrong. They're not working. Wait, what did my brother tell me? Something about switching and buttons." I examine the batons, but I don't see anything like switches or buttons.

He thought as he laughed out loud. Carlos Mon’tblank was a kind of walking armor. Before the world he always presented himself as an intolerant and cynical being, sometimes insensitive and very embittered, distrustful, and demanding always. His life had not been easy, since he was a child he had to fight with claws and teeth to get ahead, as he grew up, he managed to take his career and business to the top of success. The Mon’tblank Bar was his reason for pride … ‘The girl of his eyes’, the place where he obtained the fortune, hadn’t achieved in his personal life, that’s why he was so demanding with everyone.

A sudden memory came to him about earlier as to how Max made him like a punching bag. "This won't do. Before I can kill him, he will kill me first." He whispered. "Keeek!" He screamed in surprise when suddenly a small round bat with one-eyed appeared in front of him. "Sir," It called him. Jubatus immediately covered his mouth to not let out his scream. Then he looked at Max. Max was still busy looking for someone. Fortunately, his scream was buried with the sound of the harpies and minotaurs fighting with the Shadow Moon fighters. He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him.

Others that Dante’s mother tried to drown him as a baby and his father killed her. Regardless of how his tale was spun, I never gave a shit. Our past was the past and B&A offered all of us new lives. “Ooh I don’t know, business is low, Miami’s become a little depressing lately, I figured why not pay you a visit” Fucking liar. “Right” I said unsatisfied with the answer. “Well seeing as to how Bates is a bit in a fucking conundrum with a kid and Holy’s—well geeking out stuff…guess who they sent to keep an eye on the blondie?”

A vending machine hummed outside a laundromat, its fluorescent tube doing its best impression of Brenda having a panic attack. Lucien stared at the vending machine. “That box,” he said slowly. “It holds food and trades it for money.” “Yes.” “It traps it behind glass and forces mortals to insert coin after coin for a chance at nourishment.” “When you say it like that, it sounds dystopian.” “It is a greedy goblin,” he pronounced. “You should destroy it.” “Okay, calm down, Batman.” He turned his focus to a row of smartphones displayed in a dark storefront. “…These rectangles,” he said. “They are like your smaller demon rectangle?”