Holy Blank Batman Novels & Stories

Time passed quickly when you were occupied. “You’re ridiculous! How can you say Superman is better than Batman?! I give up on you.” – Jordan. 10:35pm. “I don’t really? I don’t think I could if I tried, not anymore, but you’re wrong. Just saying.” – Jordan. 11:15pm. He smiled honestly before sending a text back and calling it a night. “The feeling’s mutual.” Derrick didn’t confirm what feeling he was mutual about to Jordan’ frustration when he text him twice demanding to know which one.

This is not normal behavior! But I couldn't help it. The way he moved, all controlled power and lethal grace. Damn. In less than two minutes, all four guys were on the ground, groaning in pain. And the leader had been punched. I sat there with my mouth open like a fish. Who the hell is this man? And more importantly, why didn't he tell me he was secretly Batman? The leader from the club, reached into his pants and pulled out a knife. Oh no. My heart stopped.

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

“Well, my dear Goddess of love. Take care.” “It’s not the Godde-” I look up, seeing that he is already gone. I breathe out, finishing my sentence in a whisper. “Not the Goddess of love.” Who is he? Batman? “Thank you, Mike!” I shout into the tunnel, my voice echoing from the walls. But more than the burble of the water, nothing else reaches my ears in response. I climb out of the dirty passage with a deep sigh and after putting my newly bought gadget into the inside of my coat.

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.

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.

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.

"Oh, we are taking the both of you." "Hey, bitches!" Axe shouted angrily, stepping forward as the thugs turned to look at him. "Leave them, or else I'm gonna fucking beat the crap outta ya!" "Oh look, it's Batman!" The leader of the thugs said as he started clapping his hand sarcastically. "Is the mighty Batboy here to save the day?"

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.