Teenage Batman Novels & Stories

Bartlett. "No! Please, no!" Two more dark elves dragged in a teenager through the door Karl had been escorted through to where Bertram stood. The younger Bartlett's face paled even more as he recognized the tattooed youth from the Bottoms, and Bertram felt a surge of power at the man's fear. He ignored Karl, however, focusing his attention on the pleading kid in front of him. A street urchin, the kid had a family, but in name only. The parents were on welfare as well as drugs. His older sister was a whore just like her mother, and his brothers were either in a gang, a jail cell, or the cemetery. Bertram took the kid to be his tool on the streets of the Bottoms, but today the teenager would s

I catch the fabric he’s thrown at me and when I open it I see a Batman logo in the middle. I’m actually impressed that he had time to do a bit of organizing in such a short period of time and it strikes me that he doesn’t really feel like the type who should own something like this. “Bathroom’s there,” he says nodding toward an attached door. “Change.” I stare at him. “Used to think guys cherished their clothes yet here you are giving a random girl yours.” His mouth twitches like he almost smiles but decides against it. “You’re not random,” he says simply.

Their expressions reflected wonder without predetermined judgment, interest without instructed aversion. A small boy perhaps seven years old approached without hesitation while others maintained cautious distance. His features struck the Shadow Knight with unusual force, creating recognition beyond rational explanation. Not identical to Marcus in physical appearance, but something in his expression, in the fearless curiosity animating his face, resonated with painful familiarity. "You're the one they talk about," the child stated, his direct manner refreshing after so much adult dissembling. "The knight who became shadow to fight bad people who pretend to be good."

“But he won’t get me…he’ll get you.” “Why not you?” Kat asked as they clambered up and into the crate. “You’re far more powerful than me.” “Apparently I’m not allowed to use any of my new power…” Ruben looked up as they stepped out of the crate and saw General Batton standing there listening to them with avid interest. “That didn’t take long…” Batton said amused, looking at Kat with a cocky expression. “You sure this is the man you want?” Ruben clucked his tongue as Kat flushed a little and giggled. “Grow up, General…you think I had time to do anything, let’s be realistic…” Ruben tightened his grip of Kat’s hand and pulled her to his side. “We need protein…”

It was not a good sight. The guy smirked. "Hiya there. Who are you supposed to be?" Alice's brows rose in confusion. How could people not know who she was? Raven was the most powerful Teen Titans character, she was supposed to be far more popular than Robin or Beast, at least. Besides, her midnight blue cloak, purple lipstick, and thick foundation screamed Robin's character. "Nevermind that. Do you want a drink?" The red cup that the guy handed her was swirling with a dark, slimy-looking drink.

As I stand before Luca the thought of him having his way with Amber crosses my mind, having me leave a forceful punch across his face; nearly breaking his jaw in the process. "C'monnnn, you don't get to die on us yet." I tease as more blood begins to drip from his already open wounds. Zac picks up the bat wrapped in barbed wire before tossing it over to me. My eyes light up in excitement, having me catch it almost instantly as I bring the tip of the bat underneath his chin in order to lift his head. Luca grunts out in pain as he struggles to hold his weight, making me laugh out at his pathetic form as he tries to look at me through his black and nearly sealed shut eyes.

"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 pulls Anna closer against his side protectively as they browse through options more seriously. “Here,” Anna said after a moment of browsing and points to two Smartphone covers places side by side, designed to form a single continuous illustration when aligned together. On the left phone cover is Batman, from the shoulders up, his muscular build emphasized by his suit, showing his defined shoulders and upper back. Above him is a large, pale full moon that glows softly and contrast against the dark sky, casting faint rim light along the edges of Batman’s figure. On the right phone cover is Catwoman in her typical black tight suit, a plume of smoke curling through the scene and originating f

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my legs and I hoped I came across as calm and collected. "Chica," he said, quietly as his beautiful eyes raked my body, noticing every detail and taking them in. My eyes went to the large bat logo on his chest, he looked a better Batman than Bruce Wayne ever had. "Of course you'd come as Batman," I stated, remembering our conversation about superheroes what felt like years ago and laughing a laugh that didn't reach in. Nothing could feel funny today. "What can I say? You were a strong influence," he chuckled lightly and I nodded then kept quiet, wondering why he brought me here. He sighed, coming over and pulling up a chair opposite me, dragging it so we were in

She smiles and nods at me. "Thank you," I say, smiling and nodding back. "Don't thank me yet," QuickShot says, pointing past me. I turn back to see Heavy Metal ripping off the net. Tearing it in half, he drops the two halves. "QuickShot," I yell as I step back and examine the stun batons. "You know machines, right? You know how technology work." "Sure," QuickShot says, twitching as she prepares another arrow. "Why?" "Because I need your help. How do I turn the electricity on for JumpStart's batons?"