Teenage Batman Novels & Stories

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.’

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck while Raymond’s hands held her waist, his back now resting slightly against the wall. "What were you thinking before you drank?" she asked with a sly smile. "Since when did you start avoiding alcohol?" "Well, someone has to keep you from falling over, don’t you think?" he replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, indeed," she said, chuckling softly. "Look at you, playing superhero tonight. Tell me, what character are you?" "I’m Batman, saving the beautiful, crazy damsel—Harley Quinn. Or should I say… Daisy Quinn," Raymond said, leaning closer.

His mouth twitches, and amusement flickers across his face as he runs a hand through his hair lazily. “Do I look like the staff?” he asks, voice heavy with arrogance. I hesitate, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Then who are you?” He tilts his head, his smirk widening, and then drops his voice into that familiar rasp from every childhood movie. “I’m Batman.”

Jarred whimpered as he blindly groped in the crate for something to defend himself with—a tire iron, a crowbar, anything—and desperate hope surged as his fingers curled around something wooden wrapped in worn, cracked tape. The thing settled onto its haunches, gathering itself. “Let’s get it on!” It sprang forward, a dark blur of decayed flesh, gnashing white teeth, blazing green eyes. Without thinking, he yanked the wooden object free of the crate and swung it with every ounce of strength he had, and only as it passed did he see . . . It was a bat. An old, worn Louisville Slugger. His son’s old baseball bat. The one he’d given Bryan for his twelfth birthday, back when things had been good b

The heavy thud of the toy box hitting the hardwood floor echoed through the silent penthouse. Lucian stood completely paralyzed. The untouchable billionaire, the ruthless CEO who routinely dismantled rival corporations without blinking, was entirely undone by a five-year-old boy in superhero pajamas holding a plastic baseball bat. "Are you the man who made my mommy cry?" Leo's question hung in the air, sharp and unyielding. The little boy's dark brows were furrowed in a fierce, protective scowl. He was an exact, terrifyingly perfect miniature of Lucian.

She inclines her head slightly to Wayne. "So much for batman huh? More like Teen Wolf," I nod in agreement as he sits up and looks around groggily,appearing for all the world as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep and not like a ferocious wolf who could have mauled us all to death.

Tony “What is this dude made of?!”, I shout angrily as my fifth bat shatters in his palm. He teleports behind me in and in one swift motion, he kicked me to the ground. Damn. I haven’t been able to land one hit since we started fighting. His control over space made that pretty hard. I couldn’t get close to him before the space between us stretched and I was immediately back where I started.

Nick and james are also following me from behind. Their smile wiped off from there faces when their eyes fell on us and then the bats in our hand. "Who are you?" The tattoo man, their leader asked me while straightening himself from the bike and walked to us. His four other minions are following him from behind. "Your worst Nightmare." I said while tightening my grip on bat and walked to him with rage. He laughed mockingly on me, showing his yellow dirty teeth. "Do you really think you three will be over power on five of us." He laughed on me while turning his head back to his men.

I have absolutely no objections to that. Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teen still inside me is screaming with giddiness at having her mouth on Damon Montreal, the CEO of Sphinx Prime. That most bachelorette in this city covets and would literally die for to be in his pants. And him being a mafia boss just add to the dangers I am willing to look past.

I didn't know how I was gonna tell him, was I just gonna come out with or let him down easy? I walk with Toby back to the main room, the whole way that same smirk did not leave his lips, in his mind he had won this round, but he doesn't know that I'm just getting started. As the doors open, Lukas was throwing a rubber band ball in the air, while Brandon was busily typing on his laptop, but by his face I could tell that he was frustrated. "All I'm saying is, Batman has more going for him than Superman" Lukas says throwing the ball so high it hit the ceiling, then bounced off and was inches from hitting Brandon on the head.