Batman Speech Novels & Stories

I saw shock and hurt mixed in his orbs which he quickly masked before I could dive into them more. "Mrs. Rodriguez, I think you should take Chase inside his room so we can talk." He said to his mother in a formal way which hurt Camilla as her eyes squeezed shut on his formal address. "No! I am not going anywhere. I want to know if you are really my Daddy, Batman?" Chase blinked his moist eyes at Colton. I could see hope in them. What have you done, Colton? You ruined everything for us. "Baby, please listen to your batman and go with Granny C. We adult people have to talk." I say to him softly.

Damon instantly stepped completely in front of me, shielding my body with his own. CRACKLE. A burst of static echoed from an old, wall-mounted public address speaker overhead. “Welcome, Damon,” a distorted, synthesized voice boomed through the space, reverberating off the metal walls. Damon’s entire frame went rigid. “Show yourself!” he roared into the empty air, stepping out slightly from behind the crate. The speaker emitted a chilling, metallic laugh. “You finally came. Always the hero, aren't you? Just like your father pretends to be.”

He shocked himself by telling her, he never spoke about his mother. “I’m sorry, Bane,” Emma said. “It is what it is. It a fucked-up world.” “Yes it is,” she agreed and snuggled in closer. Bane was happy when their conversation died and was replaced by the comfortable silence that the two of them shared. He hadn’t counted on the conversation taken such an unexpected turn. He needed to watch his tongue around his angel. Even as they drifted off to sleep, there were words on the tip of his tongue that were forbidden. Words he could never speak, but was desperate to let fly. If things had been different, then maybe. But things were as they were. Bane was not one to live in a fantasy world. If yo

With a laughter that echoed through the chaos, he shouted, "You think you can defeat us so easily? The darkness is our ally, and we will not be defeated!" The ground trembled beneath us as Baddy unleashed a wave of dark energy, threatening to engulf our warriors. I felt the weight of his words, the despair they carried, but I refused to let fear take root. "We fight for our future!" I declared, rallying our warriors to stand firm.

I went to it, squatted low, and made to pull it open. There were a few gasps from behind me, legs shuffling back, Clinton's voice rose in fear, “Master, we are not sure what it is really. Master, wait, it could be a bomb, wait”. I chuckled, “Death has nothing on me, I will choose to die when I want to, not when God wants me to, for I am one man that defies all. Nothing defies me”, I announced and Clinton let out a sigh. “What bothers me more is that you all fail to remember that, you all fail to remember who I am and who I will always be”, I barked out.

It's too dark and there are too many people. "I know today has been a horrible day, but you've done well. All of you have been brave, and I can't thank you enough for your efforts. I'll keep this short—I don't wish to take up much of your time. You're all tired and deserve to rest. This speech merely serves to remind you of our accomplishments, so don't lose hope. Regardless of what happens, we stand back up, and we never stop fighting. They're cowards, plain and simple, and sooner or later, they'll pay for their crimes. Walls? They can be rebuilt. But what we're working toward is invaluable. Please, remember that."

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

He requested heavenly blessing once more for his plans to choose new leaders for the Palace barracks tonight. The mirror vibrated a few minutes later. Your woman Liticia would explain it to you, according to the message. Because it's too big to fit in your mirror. For the time being, elevate Batman to commandership level and appoint him as the new commander of the barracks. You can't always rely on humans. They alter on a minute-by-minute basis. Thank you so much, Lord. Now, please tell me about your dream, my love. Hmmm, The dream is based on what actually occurred to Bugatti. He was entrapped by the ocean lord.

“I am a bad man… but I don’t want to be bad anymore. How about that?” He blinked at me. “You… don't want to be bad anymore?” “Not anymore.” I nodded. He stared at me for a second, like he was trying to decide if I was lying. “You won’t beat him?” he asked. I knew he meant Brian. Of course, he’d taken my Delta's side. “I won’t.” I said. He paused again. Then his small chin lifted slightly. “If you scare him…” he said, pointing at me, “…I’m like Batman. I’ll beat you. I have superpowers. See my hand.”

His mouth twitches, and amusement flickers across his face as he runs a hand through his hair lazily. “Do I look like the staff?” he asks, voice heavy with arrogance. I hesitate, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Then who are you?” He tilts his head, his smirk widening, and then drops his voice into that familiar rasp from every childhood movie. “I’m Batman.”