Batman Monologues Novels & Stories

" the pretentious monk smiled. " Have you heard about the latest news in hell recently? " the bat guy asked. " What news are you talking about? it's been a long time since I set foot here, I'm always in the mortal world, gaining souls for Buddha. " the pretentious monk said. " Buddhist don't drink blood, what type of Buddhist are you... let's not digress from the main topic. there'll be a great tournament coming up in the next three months. " the bat guy said

Susan screeched anxiously, fear reflected on her face. She never thought that Damian was such a good fighter. At this point, Baxter was her only hope left! However, Baxter suddenly released his bat, and it fell to the ground with a thud. Then, he raised his arms in the air and shrugged at Damian, saying, "You're really good at this, man. I admit it. I surrender! And I'm not going to get involved in this anymore!" Then, Baxter hollered at the rest of his men on the ground. "You useless pieces of shit! What are you all waiting for? Let's go!"

We talked about the good times and our hopes for the future and I was glad to share it with my family. “What did Batman say to Robin before he got into the car?” “I don’t even know why I bother to tell you to behave.” Shoran sighed and James laughed as he kissed her hand. “Get in the car, Robin!” James laughed loudly at his own joke and then we all joined him. He wasn’t really funny but his laughter was contagious. I leaned in closer to Adara, noticing that she wasn’t really herself. She pushed her food around in the hopes that it would look like she was eating. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Like a superhero! Mommy says Daddy is strong, but I’ve never seen you.” I chuckled. “I don’t fight like a superhero, Max. But I used to play hockey, and that takes a lot of strength.” Max seemed to think about that for a moment, then asked, “So, if you fought Batman, who would win?” I almost choked laughing. I rubbed my chin, pretending to think. “Hmm... maybe Batman would win. He has more gadgets.” Max immediately snorted, like I had just said something very dumb. “You need more practice. If not, you can’t protect Mommy!”

I don't do a lot of crying anymore, I just don't react. I think I forgot how to speak normally. I've been speaking with the deeper version of my voice ever since I was arrested. And I think I forgot how to speak in my normal voice. My other two roomies still call me Batman. I just ignore them but sometimes we can chat and just chill. I prefer to be alone though. "Aye, Jason?" I opened my eyes and looked to see Bruce. "You asleep?" "No, just meditating," I stated. "Where you going?"

’ Bastian seems to be in shock, and he can’t speak though his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. ‘I mean not to harm your human, Bane.’ ‘I don’t give a fuck what you say; I don’t trust either of you. Stay away from Bastian!’ “Give it a rest, you overdramatic fleabag!” Fucking wolf is driving me nuts! ‘Call me a fleabag again, you wolfless cunt, and I’ll rip your throat out!’ Mothefucker! Bane should think himself lucky that we’re inside Lilly subconscious, or I’d have put the prick down!

" 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!

He didn't mind the sun, but Batman had a thick fur that wasn't suited for the heat. He tried to build a steady pace but was feeling off his game. After forty-five minutes of a run that would be forever engraved in his tracking watch as his worse time ever, he decided to call it quits. Batman was clearly tired of following his erratic rhythm and the usually soothing environment was getting under his skin. And he knew exactly who to blame. He checked his watch, hoping the time was decent enough to call his mother's assistant. It was Sunday, but he knew the woman didn't believe in weekends. If he had to wait another hour, he'd probably kick something. Lucky for him, it was already eight in the

Heat rushed to my cheeks, warming up my pale skin as I realized I was going to have to spell it out for the great, untouchable Batman. "It's just my period," I whispered, shifting slightly and pulling the oversized sweater down over my thighs. "It's a monthly thing. It's just menstrual cramps. I'm fine, I promise. It passes." Damian stayed completely rooted to the spot. For a hilarious, glorious three seconds, the unshakeable, lethal alpha of the estate looked entirely blank. The words *'my period'* seemed to completely short-circuit his complex corporate brain, wiping away the fierce, tactical fury and replacing it with a sudden, rare look of profound realization.

"I thought you were still sleeping upstairs." "It's okay," I assured him, Luca shooting me a glare that said he disagreed. "What are you? Superman?" Bates asked Luca incredulously. "Your mate just walks around in her underwear and you still haven't screwed her?" "You're on thin-fucking-ice," Luca warned him. Bates waved his hands in surrender. "Fine. Whatever. Jesus, you're both weird," he told us, standing to his feet, using the countertop to support his weight. "Well, now we know how Johnathan got past security if I was able to get past you," he said.