Batman Noises Novels & Stories

The latch snicked like the punctuation at the end of a sentence. The latch clicked. The sound landed too crisply in her ears. No one noticed. The room was already loud with purpose—amps warming, a sound like animals breathing in their sleep. Nao tapped drumsticks together experimentally, testing the space between beats rather than the beats themselves. His eyebrows drew together in comic concentration. Brett crouched near a pedalboard, arguing with a stompbox that refused to behave. His voice was half-coaxing, half-threatening. "Don’t make me get the manual, you little gremlin." Leo adjusted the light angle near the window, moving it an inch at a time. The camera hung idle at his chest, as i

Silence stretched between them for a moment. The wind picked up again, stronger now, pushing against Elliot’s back. Then— A loud metallic bang echoed from somewhere below. Elliot flinched slightly. “Yeah, that’s new.” Another bang. Closer this time. “What was that?” he asked. “Internal doors.” Elliot frowned. “Slamming?” “Yes.” “Randomly?” “No.” Elliot let out a quiet breath. “Of course not.” The hum beneath their feet shifted again. Faster now.

Even fewer stupid enough to make noise. I slipped off my shoes and moved silently across the marble, my senses sharpening, gaze fixed on the stairs. I gripped a polished metal bat that was mounted on the shelf gotten from an old friend and pulled it off its frame. It had weight and good balance. Perfect for crushing a skull if it came to that. Each step up the staircase creaked softly beneath me, but the noises ahead continued. It grew louder now, almost deliberate. Papers shuffling. A low hum off-key. Like someone humming to themselves while committing a felony.

The secrets tucked away right beneath her nose, Claec almost pitied her. Almost. The sound of the shower slips away overhead, the pipes rattling as it grinds to a stop. Claec’s lids slide down in a close. A breath in, metal on his tongue—disgusting, unrefined on his pallet—when he gathers his strength to horde together the bats in front of him, their skittering noise a welcome distraction from the way his fangs beg for moisture. “Perhaps…” His true voice is so raspy, dry and brittle, it enrages him.

He said. "I'm so sorry." Pearl said, taking a drink of her beer. There was a silence between them. Pearl heard a noise. "Do you hear that?" Pearl asked Jim. "It's like a rubbing or grinding noise. Hear it now?" She asked. She got up and walked closer to the tree. Just as she moved to the side the noise was coming from, something flew past her face. "Augh! What is that!?!??" She screamed. "Holy shit it's a bat!" Jim jumped up and ran for cover.

BANG! After that loud noise of an explosion, a static ring like a high-pitched demon swarm sang inside his mind. He dropped the pencil to put both his forearms at his ears, to no change. After rolling in his chair for a bit, he woke up from that caterwauling of a nightmare to find Caine removing earbuds from his ears and the bullets of the gun down in his chair.

I have nothing to relax about. Looking forward, beyond where the fragile illumination of my mobile reaches, there's... something... I strain to see... And there... From somewhere ahead of me... Footsteps...and... another noise... A warbling, quaking rattle of a noise... My heart makes a single mighty bound, jack-hammering the blood to my head and fingertips, then bangs inside my ribs like some maddened jack-in-the-box. What the hell was that? Distorted by echoes, I can't identify it...

The background track was overlaid with the sound of dripping water and scratching claws. ​Even though my brain was screaming that this was all plywood and speakers, my body wasn't listening. My heart began to crawl toward my throat. ​Chiii... chiii... ​A high-pitched sound erupted from the ceiling. I froze, my eyes darting upward. "Is that... is that a bat sound?" I asked, my voice higher than I wanted it to be. ​August let out a laugh. It wasn't his usual cold chuckle; it sounded a bit forced. "I can see how brave you are already, Spring. It’s a speaker. Calm down."

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I swear to God, ribs sound like bubble wrap when you get the right angle. That sweet, delicate pop-pop-pop under the bat. The bat was slick in my grip, the blood making it slide just a little. I adjusted, aimed lower. He was choking now. Gurgling through what used to be a jaw. My shoes squelched every time I stepped closer to him, and still I didn’t feel done.

There's no way he can drive it here but his location is quite far there's no chance in hell he is walking upto there. He held his forehead thinking all that and planning what to do now, just then he heard a sound nearby. A sound nobody other than him can hear as its not detectible by others. 'Oh yea, how come I forget about that' he said smiling to himself suddenly remembering something important. He close his eyes and snap his fingers. In few seconds a bat appeared flying in the sky. He got close to Liam as to listen to his commands and start hovering over his head. Liam put his right index finger forward giving him signals to sit on it and the bat followed his orders. He looked into the ba