Batman Cursing Novels & Stories

"Do you know that kidnapping is illegal? What do you think this is—your private backyard where you can just grab whoever you want? Let me go right now, or I'm calling the cops! I unleashed a torrent of every Crisean curse I had ever learned and phrases he couldn't understand, until I was practically spraying spit in his face. He did not get mad and barely frowned. As he quietly watched me vent, the cold smile in his eyes deepened. When I was finally hoarse from yelling, he said in flawless, Lemurian-accented Canverlian, "Are you done cursing?" Then, in his broken, clumsy Crisean, he repeated my words one by one in a tone that sounded innocent and confused, "Fucking… wrong… with you?" As he t

"They're quite grown now, Cali. Zon answers me back, that little monster. Praise, on the other hand, can speak now. I just heard her say some explicit words like fuck you, mother fucker, bitch, go to hell, piece of shit, bullshit, and Luzon just laughs at me." "What?" I looked at him, unable to believe what he just said. How did this happen? I don't curse when I'm with the kids. Lazarus is the only one I curse at whenever we argue because I know he doesn't like it. "She can't pronounce it the way it is, but I know that's what she's saying," he explained and grabbed my arm, forming his hand like a cup, scooping the warm water from the tub and releasing it onto my arm. He did this repeatedly,

David's face was streaked with blood, his tiny frame trembling, yet his expression remained unnervingly calm. The neighbor stormed out, fury etched across her face. "You're his mother, aren't you? Can't you teach your son some manners? Look at what he did to my boy! Pay up!" Seeing that the blame was being shifted onto her, Jess yelled, "I'm calling the cops!" Jess's anger flared, but just as quickly, it flickered out. Her voice wavered as she crouched down and snatched the baby bottle from the woman's unsuspecting grip.

From this distance, I could tell by the deadly expression he was wearing that he was cursing at me. "I am going to kill you, you little brat!" he yelled, his voice echoing loud enough for me to hear. The threat hung in the air, sending a chill down my spine. "Ah, you don't scare me, asshole." I glared back at him, my bravado masking the fear bubbling underneath. "Yeah, screw you too." I cursed back with the ‘fuck you finger’, and sprinted the rest of the way home, my heart pounding in my chest.

Lucifer than got up screaming at the sky and pointing with his index finger " LEARN SOME RESPECT TOWARDS YOUR ELDER UNGRATEFUL CHILD"

Titus warned. “You can bring it on, I'm not afraid of you.” Mark thundered. “Anyway, I'm way above you,, so I won't fight with you. I will overlook this, but next time I would not…” “Oh, there won't be a next time, pathetic fool.” Mark Curt, him off his words. “Alright,” Titus said as he gold his fist and throw it up in the air. “Let go and finished those monsters off while these cowards rot In hell.” He whined and they laughed at them.

"Accept my rejection and let's be done with this." But all he did was laugh. He smiled and laughed as if this was nothing more than a joke! What the fuck is wrong with this family?! My upper lip twitched slightly as Batiti growled with anger at the disrespect we were being shown. "Do tell, what's so amusing about all of this?!" "I'll never accept your rejection, you silly little wolf," Cerulean answered calmly with a coy grin on his face.

The dashboard opened, revealing bundles of banknotes. She stopped and looked at him incredulously. “Fuck! What are you? Some sort of Mafia ?” “That's irrelevant,” he took out a fat bundle of cash.” This is twice the cost of that piece of junk which you were driving. Take it.” He waved the bundle towards her. Lisa wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. “Who are you? Superman?” He chuckled, and one corner of his mouth turned up in that amused smile he'd been wearing off and on all night. “I prefer Batman. I don't think I can pull off that atrocious red and blue leotard.”

"We will stand united against your tyranny and find a way to free you from the curse that holds you captive." Swiftclaw's grin widened, revealing a row of sharp, menacing fangs. His voice dripped with cruel amusement as he spoke, each word a twisted melody in the air. "Free me? Oh, Marco, you underestimate the depth of my power. I am not bound by any curse. In fact, I revel in the darkness that courses through my veins."

His claws dig into the ground. His back arches, muscles spasming violently. His head jerks away from me as if something inside him is pulling on invisible chains. “No!” I cry, grabbing his fur. “Don’t you dare disappear on me! Fight it!” He snarls— But the sound is directed at himself. His eyes flicker—Cain, curse, Cain, curse, Cain— Then the curse wins. His muzzle snaps toward me— But he doesn’t bite. He stops the attack a hair’s breadth from my throat.