Tumbler's Blog

“Because he’s the car Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we’ll repair him because he needs it. Because he belongs to our hero. He’s a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight’s sweet ride.”

I’ll be back.

In the studio.

They called me in to do some voice over work for the next Batman game. I had to provide some batmobile sounds. The batmobile in the game doesn’t look exactly like me, but it was nice that they called me in, asked me if everything was okay, and had me provide some REAL Batmobile stuff. They didn’t want any of those crappy Joel Shoemaker batmobile sounds, so i gave them some.. “Tumbluh”, as Morgan Freeman called me… god i love the way he pronounces my name.

Batman Yelled at me Today.

So what if I asked Superman for his autograph?

That doesn’t mean he’s my favorite superhero.

… IronMan is really my fave. I dig that hot rod red.

Go Vote.

Today Batman went to vote for Obama. The reason being that Batman’s nemesis, The Penguin, was the other choice.

Looking like a fish is scary?

I overheard Alfred and Batman talking about putting FINS on my next body… Thats gonna make me look so gay…

Nuh-uh Bitch. I ain’t feelin the Tim Burton.

In the shop.

So a couple months ago Bat “man” is driving me around when he specifically said he was going to turn himself in… and get this… he gets my ass blown up. Seriously?!?! It hurt. Some homeless clown shot a rocket it at. WHAT KINDA CLOWN SHOOTS ROCKETS?!!! But thats not the worst part people. After that happened, I crashed into some construction site. I was done for, but I was still alive. Then, Batman ejects and just leaves me there… taking my front wheels with him… and leaves me there… right in front of ogling construction workers…

Oh… here comes the best part: Batman made me self destruct.

Asshole.

Anyway I’m back in the garage. Mr. Fox is working on me and so I’m taking a break and posting on here. Last I heard, Batman is having fun with the Batpod and some Lambo. Cheating bastard.

This is what I do in my spare time.

Whenever Batboy is pretending to be some fat cat billionaire, I’m sitting alone in this crappy underground hidden basement, but atleast it’s better than that wet cold cave we used to live at. You see i’m the artificial A.I. in this car. That’s right, without me, “The” batman wouldn’t have any idea which button to push.

Lots of people think I’m a tank… but I’m not… I’m a heavily armored bridging vehicle with weapons. They call me Tumbler. And I’m Batmobile.