Batman Monologues Novels & Stories

*"You cannot wield it!" "I don't need to," I say, snapping the baton over my knee. --- **The Silence** The storm collapses, the lightning dissipating into static. The Maestro screams, his form unraveling into shards of light and shadow. *"This is not the end!"* he roars, his voice fracturing. *"The symphony is eternal!"* The shards scatter, the storm fading to a dull hum. Eden collapses, the melody in his veins quieting. His scars are raw, his breathing shallow.

William said touching everything Dunlop was wearing “What do you mean I look exactly like Batman? I am Batman. Watch this” Dunlop cleared his throat before speaking “I am vengeance, I am the night, I am Batman” he made a really good impression of batman in a cool animated deep voice and William giggled so bad “That's was so good” William applauded still laughing “I can't believe you thought I forgot your birthday. You're my priority, my Gotham. I am whatever Gotham needs me to be” Dunlop said acting all heroic “Again with the lines” William laughed “Thanks dad, you're the best”

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!"

I finally dropped to my knees, laying Diana gently on the couch while Muzan’s body landed with a heavier thud on the floor beside it. His skin had gone pale, sweat-slicked his temples, and his chest barely rose. Whatever was happening inside him wasn’t slowing down. Bane stirred within me, quiet at first. Then came the chuckle…dry, mirthless, tired. ‘This is what you get for being sentimental.’ “Not now,” I muttered under my breath, yanking a blanket over Diana. ‘You’re playing house with two unconscious bodies and hoping the universe sends you a break. I’d say this is the perfect time.’

Professional. I kept my face still. Someone laughed too sharply and said maybe the rogues had finally learned how to fight. Someone else said no, this was pack work. Another voice countered that it didn’t look like any pack tactic they knew. I listened the way stone listens to rain, absorbing without reacting, letting it pass. Finally, Bane cleared his throat, and the room quieted by degrees. He didn’t stand at the head of the table. He didn’t need to. He spoke like this wasn’t important enough to warrant a ceremony.

A memory flashed—a sparring ground, the crack of my bones, the tear of my muscles. “Let me guess,” I said, breaking the silence, trying to distract myself from the sudden surge of anger and hatred that had festered in the time since I’d gone into hiding. “This is where you say ‘this isn’t over,’ right?” Blackstone didn’t answer. We’d left rush hour traffic behind. “Oh come on,” I chuckled. “Give me the classic villain monologue ‘They may have won the battle, but the war is far from over.’” I pouted. “You’re no fun when you brood.”

"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?"

I roared, my voice laced with venom as I towered over him, ready to unleash hell at the slightest hesitation. The man writhed in agony beneath me, his cries of pain falling on deaf ears. I leaned in closer, my eyes ablaze with rage as I awaited his answer. But the bastard remained silent, his defiance only fueling my fury. With a savage growl, I delivered another punishing blow, the sound of bones crunching beneath the weight of the bat echoing through the warehouse. "Talk, you worthless piece of shit!" I spat, my patience wearing thin. As the man's cries grew more desperate, I could sense his resolve weakening. But still, he refused to speak, his silence infuriating me further.

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck while Raymond’s hands held her waist, his back now resting slightly against the wall. "What were you thinking before you drank?" she asked with a sly smile. "Since when did you start avoiding alcohol?" "Well, someone has to keep you from falling over, don’t you think?" he replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, indeed," she said, chuckling softly. "Look at you, playing superhero tonight. Tell me, what character are you?" "I’m Batman, saving the beautiful, crazy damsel—Harley Quinn. Or should I say… Daisy Quinn," Raymond said, leaning closer.

Alice stammered, obviously nervous. "Hhhmmm... I see... Because of the way you all look at me like I am some kind of dead person who rises from death." I just promised and suddenly Gen coughed. I just froze. Their actions are telling me something. And my instinct is screaming that they are hiding something, but whatever it is I will be sure to find it. Even if Batman dies.