Batman Speech Novels & Stories

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!!

--- When break time began, the children rushed outside. Miss Emma watched carefully. Leo immediately ran to the fence. And before anyone could stop him, he smiled brightly. "HELLO!" Lucas froze. The investigator whispered, "He's talking to you." Lucas laughed nervously. "I can see that." Leo held the fence. "You came back." Lucas walked closer slowly. "Yes." "I knew you would." Lucas smiled. "You did?" Leo nodded proudly. "I told Martha." Lucas chuckled. "Really?" "She said maybe you're Batman."

Alex exhaled deeply, his chest heaving with the weight of his words. With a voice tinged with desperation and fervor, he implored, "Oh, Dear God, grant me the entirety of Your Might, the strength I need for this final onslaught. A thousand moons fang attack, fueled by 500 million dollars." The people started to yell, "Great attack!"

That meant more pain for him. I then excused myself from them and went and stood in front of the stage and took the mike while holding my glass of expensive wine to make a speech. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, if you are enjoying the party shout out loud." I said to them and shout and scream they did. "Good. I would like to say that I came here to win, to thrive, to conquer, to prosper and to rise to become Nathan Curtis Silverman the billionaire after loosing. And here in the midst of enemies, friends some wolves in sheeps clothing, I can safely and victoriously say that I have done that. I once lost and now, I win. So to all who betrayed or deserted me during my fall, watch out as I'm comin

Anastasiya Van Houten “That’s your problem Agent Twelve, you never know when to quit” Was that his villain monologue or his epic reveal speech? Should I fall to my knees and curse the heavens because a totally irrelevant Brutus finally showed his true colors—the same ones I spotted a mile away? Honestly, the audacity of filler characters these days.

' Butt yelled in his thought. They're fighting in thoughts! Just as what he just guessed! That expression of this bat is telling him not to trust him! 'His mocking face is telling me that he got a bad motive! I dodge him because I wanted to know. And this is true! He's a con! 'He's a Con-animal!' Status: Think this out self/ Don't be fooled. 'For so long I did not find any normal person here! Am I the only normal here and the coolest handsome? First those Orangutans, they beat me up, tied me up, and now this shameless bat!' He thought.

'' shouted Anindira, holding her feet from following the Batman, ''You're a *Sapphire, you're their leader? ''Yeah,'' he replied with a proud expression. ''Then you have power?!'' Anindira asked, he deliberately showed an expression of disbelief. “Of course!” cried the Batman immediately. ''Really?!'' Anindira shouted again. She continued to make Batman messy. ''You don't believe it?!'' cried the Bat man asked with a furious expression. ''Prove it!'' shouted Anindira, challenging him with an expression that was deliberately made up to make him show what he could do more.

they walk close to her, I stand up "That was a nice shot, I felt that in my guts" the men panic and began to step back "Who-what are you?" I move closer to them as fast as the speed of light I say with a batman's voice "Am batman" I push both of them against a wall

All he could do otherwise was stare at Sabatine Stalker. He tried to summon the words, the carefully weighed sentence of appreciation a man of his caliber must offer. Something calculated, to the service, perhaps with an upgrade, a promotion—the transactional speech that was his own tongue. What came out was a broken whisper, purged of all artifice. "Thank you." Two words. They were pathetic, inadequate. But they carried a weight that shook his voice, one he never, ever allowed anyone to hear. It was the voice of a man who looked into the depths of an abyss and saw his own mortality staring back.

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.