Batman Speech Novels & Stories

“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.

he turned slightly, letting the moonlight glint off his scarred cheek, “I fucking hate bitches that don’t know their hoe behavior.” He chuckled. I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. What kind of ass-up motivational speech was that? We were about to face a legendary soul-devouring, seal-breaking beast, and this man’s speech sounded like he was prepping for a turf war with ghost strippers.

He faces me square. "As I was saying," he drawls, spreading his arms as if to embrace the room, "your speech almost had me convinced. Almost. But we all know speeches are cheap, don’t we? Do you actually think these mutts will bleed for you? Or did you just recite a bedtime story before I... put them down?" Evil laughter, louder than necessary, follow his words. "Funny. For someone so sure of his crown, you seem awfully rattled by my little bedtime story."

Something about him calmed me though and I felt myself immediately trusting him,unlike Logan who I felt more guarded towards. Then again that could be attributed to the fact that I was so flat chested I might as well have been a boy and she was a perfect c cup. "I'm no batman,I can't throw a boomerang to save my life," was his reply.I'd shake but this bloody table is as wide as the pacific." I smiled and was about to reply when Glob cut in.

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

he gestured toward me like I was a stray animal. “—is nothing but a tantrum. A childish outburst by an ungrateful offspring. But we cannot allow sentiment to tear down legacy. So, you all have a choice today; stability? or chaos?” Some agreeable nods and whispers scattered around after his pathetic speech which put a smile on his face as he got seated. It was my turn now, so I stood. Despite the chaos in my chest, my legs didn’t tremble, nor did my voice shake. “I won’t match that speech because I don’t have to….

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!"

"Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?" "The world is cruel no doubt and you, my love, is like an angel and being too kind is not bad you know." "So you also think that I am very kind?" "There is no doubt in that." "You know I can be a badass too," I said only to receive his chuckle. "You don't believe me?" I asked him to which he turned me around and said, "You and badass?" "Namit, I am serious." "And I am batman," he replied rolling his eyes.