Batman Cursing Novels & Stories

"It's not like I'm going to die of underwear poisoning—" "That can happen, you know," "Again, vampire," he said mirthlessly. "Flaming freak, different from vampire, dickhead," I scoffed. Note, I was cursing. I never curse because somehow, I end up in pain. I discreetly looked around, as if to make sure Maribeth and the others wouldn't pop out of nowhere and try to hit me. "Oh yeah?"

" The boss yelled. There are so many muscle guys roaming with Batuta's. Note: Batuta's is like a baseball bat. "Huff... Huff... I almost died from those machos! They're going to kill me! This handsome is going to live, right?" He muttered while catching his breath. *heart-rate-190-bpm "I got to act to do this!" He called. Move The 4th Act: One for all! All for one!" He stood up! But the problem is, his opening is like a power ranger or a sailor moon or something shameless than that!

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

No longer able to hold back, he rushed up at the punks! Pow! Bang! The one laughing at him was punched over a dozen feet away before crashing down to the dirt! Everyone then saw that Bigby had put on a gauntlet encrusted with a ton of precious gems that looked utterly intimating. "It's fine if you had just called me fatso," he growled. "But you had to call me stupid too?! Well, guess what—I hate it when people call me stupid!" Then, he launched himself up like a ball straight at the punk, deftly straddling him and started to rain punches on his face!

"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

"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."

Lucas bent to take mental notes of the surroundings while roman just stood casually with his hands in his jacket pocket, while low key feeling uncomfortable. “You don’t have much of a choice my friend” Roman muttered under his breath, “I heard that” Lucas got up and Roman chuckled softly “Just waiting for the day you’d admit I’m batman because I’m always saving your ass” He grinned at Roman “You’d never hear that from me” Roman scoffed, Lucas shook his head at Roman’s denial and kept scouring the area.

He’s still standing. And he did what he came to do. As he pushes himself up, legs barely holding, the words slip out of him like a curse: “Fucking Lycans.” He spits the blood from his mouth and limps out of the chamber, not bothering to look back.

The liquid dripped heavily from Jules Moon’s chin, ruining his designer shirt. He let out an outraged roar, aggressively wiping the sticky alcohol from his eyes. "You crazy bitch! How dare you throw that on me?! Do you have any idea who the hell I am?!" He spat out a string of vile curses, his face contorting with absolute rage.