Batman Speech Novels & Stories

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?"

This man took a slow step towards Dantley and Dantley even backed away completely. Dantley stared at the poor frightened woman, signaling her to leave immediately. "Well... I'm hungry," Dantley said which made this man burst out laughing. "Then go eat, Batman," replied the man with the creepy face. But he was not creepy at all in Dantley's eyes.

“If we keep going, I’m gonna bite your dick off.” My voice is no longer strong. It sounds hoarse. He chuckles, “Bite it? What are you? Dog? I’m speeches.” He thrust once more before finally removing his dick.

“Your BF is Superman. I’m a master at multi-tasking. Unlike a certain slowpoke I know.” Kate blows him a raspberry. Then she says: “I thought you liked Batman.” “Yeah, but I’ve been trying to follow hyung Shadow’s advice. ‘Don’t be so dark.’” Speaking of superheroes, Nate guesses Ecto is much closer to Venom instead of J.A.R.V.I.S. But a cheerful, polite and considerate Venom. Ecto always keeps the internal dialogue to a minimum so as to avoid confusing Nate. Ecto also waits for the optimal timing to make his contributions; for instance, when Nate doesn’t quite know what to say.

My heart pounded so hard I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Then Damien smiled, and suddenly he looked nervous. Actually nervous. The realization nearly made me laugh. This was the man who faced armed men without blinking, the man who stared down Victor Kane, the man who walked into danger as though danger owed him money. And somehow, I was what made him nervous. The thought warmed every corner of my heart. “I had a speech,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. “A speech?” I whispered, still stunned. He sighed dramatically. “An excellent speech.”

"I think you have scared him away. I wonder how you did that!" The boy brightened a little and puffed his chest out. "I can do that because I am a batman! And batman can so anythwing! You should tell me when he comes bwack again. I will scware him again!" "Aww, you'd do that for me? You're such a good batman! And handsome too!" He beamed at me and then smiled shyly.

"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?"

“Precious? Who are you calling precious? Certainly not me, Beta. I’m not your nothing nor I’ll ever be.” I glared at him while he opened his mouth in shock wanting to say something, but he closed his trap again. Good. I feel kind of victorious that I made the Beta of the Greenway Pack speechless. But it was too early to celebrate my accomplishment. “First, it was just a matter of speech. And second, I think you are exaggerating. Don’t say never or you’ll regret it.” His expression was softer now, but he had lost the glim in his eyes.

"Let me be clear about one thing. Those insiders with evil intentions against me, plotting and waiting for my downfall, will not go unpunished. I promise you, by the power bestowed upon me by the goddess, that I'll find you and that you will compensate for the loss of my friend. I'm not stupid enough to know that there are enemies within, but you should tremble in fear because I'll find you and kill you." My voice was cold and exact, subduing my packmate, who remained silent. "But, to the innocent, I implore you to stay vigilant and security-conscious. Let's not be caught off guard again, and may we never face another war. We will rebuild, heal, and ensure our park remains peaceful and harmo

The first words from Clarkson's mouth were not the incriminating, numerical start of his prepared speech. They were softer, heavier, from much lower than any business proposal. "For all of my life," he started, his voice a rumbling, thrumming sound in the hall's excellent acoustics, "I thought power was a fortress." He paused, letting the plain, old-fashioned metaphor hang in the air. It was not the speech of Bloomberg screens and shareholder reports. It was fable speech, and it required a different kind of listening. The crowd leaned forward, expecting bloodsport or worst-case defense, but curious.