The Batman Fanfic Novels & Stories

Stanley Batton was a man of few words most of the time, preferring to hold Xyla Quest in his arms while he drank and listened to her. He never had eyes for anyone else. The others still found it sweet despite being so used to seeing the couple being intimate with each other. While everyone was chatting, Josh Batton’s phone started ringing. He answered instantly when he saw Annabeth Cates calling, hurrying outside while the others continued to chat. “Xyla, I’m working on a new project. Would you be interested in it?” Henry Armstrong asked.

"It's everything Sasha. You could had spent that money on yourself or decorating a new room in the pack house. You put it to good use. Your pack is thankful for your generosity." "Ok, stop thanking me or I'm leaving. I don't feel like I did anything worth all this praise. Now train me to use this badass... what is this?" He chuckled. "A fan." "A fan? That's not a fun name for a weapon." "Open it." He said flicking his wrist. I copied his hand motion and a fan slide out with sharp spikes at the end. "Oh, this pointy fan thing is so mine." Bolton chuckled this time. "She also calls a baton a metal stick. She likes to make up her names."

he said in a low tone with a scornful smile, and he received a shaken nod from me, I and Nathan stared at ourselves confused at Addison's action. I knew Addison had been protecting a particular bat kept in a dilapidated building, I was not surprised he liked bats of all creatures. Nathan had once warned him about vampires, roaming about the pack in the shadows. Whipping a stone across the field edging the woods, Addison winced as his long claws tugged. He regretted nothing, he felt like nothing happened to him and I was sure that Addison was hiding a dark secret from his brother and me. Transforming into a bat was extraordinary to write about.

Scheming Logan is more like it. She pouted in a way that made me wonder if she was really feeling ill or just trying to get me alone in a room. Thank heavens for Wayne. My hero. I'd always been a fan of batman. Glob and Ulrik wandered off,heads together like two guys lost in the throes of bromance. Wouldn't it be something though if holier than thou Ulrik preferred the attentions of the male variety. I grinned to myself as I watched them round a corner and head to the front of Aorta.

Once he was out of sight I saw him race his hoodie and walked into a class. I stared at his back I couldn’t believe he risked his studies,reputation and even his life to save me while I ignored and treated him badly,he was a knight in shining armor trying to save a black hearted evil goddess who didn’t acknowledge him but yet he pushed and struggled to make sure I am secured. He was a secret lover who pleased me without my consent and knowledge of it, he was my Batman and I was his Gotham.

A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Bates wore an agonized expression, the idea of his brother in pain hurting him too. “When they took Cato away, Damien wanted me to suck his dick. I started jerking him off, and when he closed his eyes, I cut off his dick.” Bates’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping open in shock. “I smothered him with a pillow until he died.” “Jesus Christ.” “I shot a few men on the way out. I’m not even sure how I escaped… I just got lucky.”

Raising an eyebrow, I gently close their mouths before grabbing their wrists and heading back to my room. “I thought you said you were human?”, Brandon says causational. “Apparently, that’s not the case as you see.”, I say. “So what are you?”, Zane asks. “I’m a bat with phoenix powers.”, I answered. “What makes little sense.”, they both say. “I know it doesn’t.” “But-” “I’ll give you more details when I'm sure of everything.”, I tell them. They nod their heads just as we get in the room; Jess comes running into me, lifting her up. I smile at her.

Violent. Her stomach churned. Lucian slowly turned his head toward her. One raised eyebrow was enough to force her cough back down her throat. “This is...?” he asked. The way he looked at her made her feel filthy. Like a stray dog that had wandered into a king’s court. “Zara Grey,” Kael answered. “She is my mate.” Lucian stared at him for a long moment. Then he laughed. “Your mate?” The amusement in his voice was cruel. “A beta bonded to a Lycan.”

What am I to him, a toy to mess around with whenever and however he pleases? A caged bird? When he’s in a good mood, he will give me treats but cast me aside at the slightest inconvenience? I may have had the hots for this man since I laid my eyes on him, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat me like a pet. I stand, but I don’t go to him. I head for the door and yank it open. “Go fuck yourself, Rhys.” ___ I’m on a roll. I wonder who I’ll piss off next after defying the head of the Bratva and telling off the CEO of Phoenix Industries. Would it be a surprise if my body turned up in a ditch?

Half drunk, horny as shit and faced with someone who does it for me. “Yeah, I think we are way hotter than those two, and look a hell of a lot better arm in arm than I think they could ever pull off. Maybe we are Batman and Catwoman after all.” I focus on the task and not the inner war going off inside of me. This is Sophs, my best friend, my little Sophabelle.