Son Of The Bat Novels & Stories

He wanted to talk about his plan for his son. He broke the silence between them. He cleared his throat. "Let's finish this quick. What do you want me to do with him?" he asked him. Damon didn't answered his question instead he opened up another topic. His gaze looks serious. "Before that, I received a box awhile ago. It's a dead bat! I want you to investigate who sent that nasty bat to me!" Felix just listened to him.

"How dare you speak about my father that way, you trashy little—" "What?" I cut her off, raising my voice. "I'll speak however I want about you and your insane father. I don't know what you've done to her but I swear I'll fuck you up and get you back for it," Rebecca's face contorted into an ugly mask of rage. "You ungrateful fool My father is a great man who has done nothing but look out for this goddamn city!" I scoffed at her words, almost laughing. "Didn't realize your father was Batman," I mocked.

Nobody liked the sound of that. Before anyone could ask another question... The Oracle's voice returned. Soft. Gentle. Every word echoed through the chamber. "The First Blood has entered." Blue flames flared higher. "The Father has returned." Savannah's heart skipped. Grayson. "He seeks the Son." "The Son seeks the Father." Every person inside the Temple stood perfectly still. Then... The voice changed. It became sad. "But only one path remains." The blue flames suddenly turned silver. Every Sentinel instinctively raised their weapons.

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

'' ''So is the sunshine for us. "I won't just let you go!" "I know my time, Bat… Hence, at the very least, I should take you with me." "You won't be able to find out where your daughter is if I die." ''Hey. Bat. You think I'm stupid?! ... I've known that from the start. The little bat ranked *Sapphire behind you, the blonde one. He is the son of my daughter. From her body there is not only my daughter's prestige but, also your stench. I hate to admit it, but the truth is… he's your child and my daughter. But, the smell of a *pair bond is no longer with you... therefore I know... My daughter is no longer in this world.''

How can a father ruin his own son’s life? A monster. That’s who Oliver Laurent is.

"Master, Young Master has been captured again. I'm afraid you'll have to take action this time…” Wayne Larson heard this and thundered, "Unf*ckingbelievable! I'd like to see who dares to touch my son!"

Veronica cried out again because of her anger. "it's not like that mom!. Honestly, I don't even know why i was with her in my room. I have no idea how I got home last night. I was very drunk and as I remember John, David and Oscar were with me. We just celebrated my victory in closing a bid for Mr.Chui in Thomas Morato. That's it mom! I have no idea.” Arnaldo tries to convince his Mom and Dad. "what?! you mean all of a sudden your briefs and her panties dropped on the floor?! And all of a sudden she ended up sleeping with you in your room without you knowing?!” Veronica said, her jaws clenched in anger at her son. She screamed on her son’s face.

"Your son has been humiliated so many times. Don't you feel sorry for him? Just let him shut his friends' mouths this time." Valentino said, "No, Dad. It's not time yet. Just leave it like this for now." "What!? You-" Thomas angrily turned off the line. "You are stubborn. How could he not want to help his own son? Why does your son still insist on not wanting Vesa to get anything better? What's the point-" His voice was cut off when his phone rang again. The tone of his cell phone was deliberately set to a high enough tone because Thomas Miller had suffered a rather severe hearing loss at the age of eighty.

He was already on his knees, but now, he confirmed that he couldn't live without her. “Knock!! Knock!!” He suddenly heard a knock on their door so he stood up and went to open the door. He saw his son carrying his bunny plushie and his puppy, Leon. “Dad… I have class today… Where's mommy?” Chase glanced at his wife who was still fast asleep and sighed. “Mommy's still asleep. I'll help you prepare.” He went to Eon's room so he could help his son take a bath. While he was busy bathing his son, he heard his son ask, “Dad, I want to poop…”