Insane Batman Novels & Stories

It was in times like this that he was so grateful that he had his sister and the little support group he had. His mind all the while had been on his mate whom was currently unstable but still using whatever strength she had left to hold the bombs and the billionaire off. It angered him to no extent and this time, he let his anger roam freely. He had enough. In his opinion, his mate had been bullied enough and right in front of him again, drove him insane. The idiot had the audacity to come attack his pack and try to steal his mate and thinks he would be able to get away with it.

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

' Butt yelled in his thought. They're fighting in thoughts! Just as what he just guessed! That expression of this bat is telling him not to trust him! 'His mocking face is telling me that he got a bad motive! I dodge him because I wanted to know. And this is true! He's a con! 'He's a Con-animal!' Status: Think this out self/ Don't be fooled. 'For so long I did not find any normal person here! Am I the only normal here and the coolest handsome? First those Orangutans, they beat me up, tied me up, and now this shameless bat!' He thought.

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

I should've let her fall just like before. But I couldn't let her fall, not after witnessing her suffering from her trauma. I caught her, and the worst part of it was when I brought her home. I gave her a piggyback ride. I... Logan Hellfire, known as Bloodbath, fucking carried a girl on his back. The me I knew would've left her there, caring less if people stepped on her or if rain unleashed its anger on her. This was madness. Total madness. I have always known I am insane... a mad person even. But this madness with Papillon is of an upper first class.

As the Don, Matteo became the most feared figure, infamous for being an unfeeling monster. Only a rare few closest to him knew that the cold-blooded and decisive Don had actually gone mad. During meals, he would insist on setting the table for two. When he slept, he would lie on one side, leaving the other half of the bed empty. At meetings, he would suddenly ask the empty seat next to him, "What do you think, amore mio?" He became a living, breathing joke. On one heavily snowing day, Matteo came alone to my empty grave. Sitting down by the tombstone, he leaned against it as he took out a bottle of wine and two glasses.

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

Hah! Right behind them, my soul was so shattered I could barely stay upright. He knew all along. He chose to abandon me in that villa. I learned that my heart could still ache, even after death. Daniel's face drained of all color. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. Just then, his eyes became bloodshot with insanity as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.

But the last group – those who actually knew this man’s true self – called him Ivor the Insane because that was exactly who he was. “Are you wondering why you are still alive, Black Saga?” The man being tortured was Black Saga, and as the large man approached him, he only gave him a cursory glance. Black Saga looked at Ivor the Insane with very few emotions. The few emotions that remained were of pain and regret. That’s right. Black Saga was part of the unfortunate few who knew Ivor by the title the Insane. And now he was witnessing for himself how insane this man could get.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.