Batman Reacts Novels & Stories

But Agent B just smirked. In the nick of time, and at the last second, Agent B held her baton with both hands and proceeded to split it in half. He then swung both halves of the baton which is still equipped with electrical voltages and hit the attacker’s lunging hands. With a loud cry for pain, they both dropped their knives and quickly retreated their hands back and held it in hopes that the pain would stop. That the seerig heat would disappear. Emitting a growl from their gritted teeth, they looked at the agent who was still wearing a smirk on her face as she flicked her batons once again.

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

“What’s this, hmm? My little soldier refusing orders?” Alan’s pout deepened. “It’s the morning one, Mom. The worst! I don’t want it.” Richard came to sit on the other side of the bed, arms folding across his broad chest as he gave Alan a mock stern look. “So what? You think real heroes only eat candy? Even Batman takes his vitamins.” Alan wrinkled his nose. “Batman doesn’t have gross medicine!” “Oh, trust me, champ. He does. How else do you think he runs around Gotham all night? Strong medicine, strong hero.” Richard winked, trying not to laugh.

My veins pulsated with a mixture of fear and anger, and my chest felt as if it would burst under the weight of my emotions. A sob caught in my throat, and I choked on it as his hands cupped my face, trapping me in his control. His touch, always suffocating and invasive, now felt strangely gentle. “Sirena,” he called out softly. It felt abnormal hearing him call my name but at most, I was more terrified than ever. Something was wrong. Damian was not one to be gentle or soft. “Get the birds out of here.” He suddenly let out, laughing. “I'm Batman!”

Nicola Taylor As I came back from my class, I heard Arabella’s high-pitched voice and Cole’s deeper, exasperated one coming from the kitchen. “But Batman is the best, Daddy!” Arabella insisted, her tiny fists planted firmly on her hips. Cole looked down at her, his brows furrowed. “I’m just saying, the LEGO Batman was a little too full of himself. Emmet is a team player.” “No!” she shot back, stomping her foot for emphasis. “Batman saves everyone, and he’s funny!”

Debra looked up, asking, "Didn't I tell you to contact them? Why are you still here?" Ben held up the newspaper, pointing at a gaudy square in the bottom left corner. A cartoon Batman glared out, surrounded by decorative borders. The line went like this: "Bringing justice to the world! Add me on WhatsApp via the QR code below and submit your articles. P.S.: I'm the owner of New Age." Debra blinked, momentarily speechless. In this day and age, this was either genius or madness. She pulled out her phone and scanned the code. Up popped a profile, Batman staring back at her. She shook her head, half-expecting to hear a dramatic "I am Batman."

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.

Bam! The shadowy figure recieved a sneak face punch from another gangster by his left. "Oww" he retaliated, reaching forth and grabbing the unsuspecting gangster by the head. Bang! He smashed the gangster head against the ground and threw him towards another gangster. Rose watched in awe as the shadowy figure dealt with the six gangsters in a fluid manner. She couldn't help but recall that cartoonish super hero her son wasted his spare money buying comics about. Batman!

“I don't think about something that dirty. Sorry to spoil your fun." "I know you have naughty imagination ... no woman is immune to my charm." "Very confident... But I'm not like that." Reina answered with a small smile, her eyes were still fixed on Bane. He is wearing a t-shirt and a sporty jacket, Bane can look very trendy and confident.