Batman Noises Novels & Stories

“Well, my dear Goddess of love. Take care.” “It’s not the Godde-” I look up, seeing that he is already gone. I breathe out, finishing my sentence in a whisper. “Not the Goddess of love.” Who is he? Batman? “Thank you, Mike!” I shout into the tunnel, my voice echoing from the walls. But more than the burble of the water, nothing else reaches my ears in response. I climb out of the dirty passage with a deep sigh and after putting my newly bought gadget into the inside of my coat.

“That is a live recording of that night. Ladies and gentlemen, what do you hear? Violence, pain, and the cries of an innocent girl begging for her life.” I listened closely to the recording, catching every detail. The heavy breathing… The thuds… The background noise… Wait. “Can you play that again?” I asked suddenly. “Why?” Gavin asked, on guard. “I want to listen to the details.” The recording played again. This time, I focused on the background sounds. The breathing… the impacts… Tiffany’s whimpers… And… a bird call. A nocturnal bird. “Interesting,” I said under my breath.

"Don't let go of us, Inka! Stay focused on our bond!" Zane cried out in the suddenly pitch-black darkness. His usually calm voice was now filled with immense pressure. His grip on my wrist tightened, as golden static from his body erupted as the only source of light in the room. All around us, the terrifying sound of thousands of black, purple-eyed bats flapping their wings echoed, slamming against the window glass and the stone vents of the pavilion, creating a deafening screeching sound.

I limped badly now, leaning heavier on his arm. Blood trickled from his forehead, a small cut above his brow. I reached up to touch it. “You’re bleeding.” He caught my hand gently, held it in his. “It’s okay. Just a scratch.” His voice was steady, but his fingers trembled slightly. The corridor lights buzzed overhead. The museum felt vast and empty around us, shadows stretching long in the dim glow. Then a sound shattered the quiet. A screeching roar—like tires on wet pavement, but sharper, mechanical. A powerful motorbike engine revving hard, echoing through the loading dock entrance at the end of the hall.

Some other guy gushed while there's a sharpening sound backgrounds of his words he emitted. It took Baxter a few moments to finally hear everything and get his own self to reality. The sound of raindrops from the roof of the house and the splashing of the rain on every window of the house. The sound of the two talking heads around him. The sobs of a little child. The thuds of footsteps the beasts make and the sound of his screaming mind to get all of this done. He can smell danger meters away from him and to his family. His mind kicks the reality to him. He's tied up and unable to move, what to do now? He's not able to make a move if he's in this situation.

Almost as if someone had been setting it down on the table but somehow missed the edge, letting the object plummet straight down to the ground. While still in the midst of my thoughts, I hear the identifiable sound of a large object colliding with another in a loud thump. The noises that follow suit are erratic and change with each second. I take a careful step forward, the floorboards creaking loudly beneath me that only escalate my confusion and alarm. And just before I can react, a bestial roar rips its way through the air around me. Marco…

The other side begins to speak but then a sound of gunfire and blade clashing sounded out from the phone. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Clank! “Hold them down! Don’t let them through!!” The voice of many people sounded out from the other side along with the sound of battle. “Roooooooaaarrrrrr!!!” Booom! Booom! The roaring sound along with some heavy boom like something heavy crushing the ground sounded out a few times before the sound of battle quickly died down.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

Paxton and Orion say at the same time. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE RUNNING BATMANNNNN!!!! I hear four sets of laughs and I instantly slam my head on the table. Not again!!

Barron startled and shot back but hitting nobody. Echoing footsteps began making noise behind the random gunshots around the area until Verosha began whistling. She was enjoying the game that she was about to inflict and with one slam of steel pipe against metal shelves, it start an alarm. “W-what’s that noise?” Barron was alarmed when started hearing some clattering noise from metals. But the noise from the clash of metals along with taunting footsteps, Barron shivered in fear and tried to move from his spot but he could not do that. Since two gunshots have been sent to the footing making him startle.