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NOT FOR REVENGE

Author: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-07 22:33:57

The name hit me like a physical blow, reverberating through my mind with impossible clarity.

Richard Grayson.

Evan's father, the man who was supposed to be dead, killed in a car accident seven years ago according to every obituary, every news article, every record I'd ever found. But here he stood, very much alive, removing his mask with the casual confidence of a man who feared nothing and no one.

Before I could process what I was seeing, I felt Damian's hand grip my arm firmly, pulling me back deeper into the shadows of the parking garage. His touch was insistent, urgent and when I tried to resist, his fingers tightened just enough to make his point clear.

"We can't interfere," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not yet."

"That's his father!" I hissed, keeping my voice low as I watched Richard Grayson climb into the black SUV where Evan was being held. "I thought he was dead, everyone thought he was..."

"Dead?" Damian interrupted, his expression grim in the dim ligh
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  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    CAN'T TELL WHICH

    Six months had given us time to develop that philosophy thoroughly. Damian still possessed his enhancement—supernatural consciousness, tactical awareness, physical capabilities beyond baseline human but he wasn't using them actively, wasn't hunting threats or responding to supernatural crises. He was just Damian. Partner, fiancé, person building ordinary life with extraordinary capabilities held in reserve. "How does it feel?" I asked, a question I'd posed variations of throughout our adjustment period. "Having powers but not using them? Does it create tension or frustration?" "Sometimes," Damian admitted. "I'll perceive threat my enhancement detects automatically, and part of me wants to respond the way I did for eight years. But then I remember we chose differently, and the urge fades." "Do you regret it?" The question emerged more vulnerably than I intended. "Choosing release, staying with me, building this ordinary life when you could have continued hunting?" "Never," D

  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    THE WEDDING PREPARATIONS

    "Spring wedding," Aunty Dora suggested immediately, already planning despite it being our decision. "Garden venue, intimate guest list, simple ceremony focused on commitment rather than spectacle." "That sounds perfect," I admitted, envisioning exactly what she described. "Small, personal, celebrating choice and partnership rather than supernatural drama." "I want to be there," one of the freed artificial hunters said quietly. "If you'll have me. I know I'm still adjusting to autonomy, still figuring out who I am without Richard's programming—but watching you both choose love and peace over power and obligation gave me hope that freedom is worth the confusion." "You're absolutely invited," I said immediately. "All of you are—everyone who contributed to stopping Richard, everyone who supported us through the aftermath, everyone who helped us survive impossible circumstances." The celebration continued for hours, evolving from acknowledgment of release to genuine joy about futures

  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    FREEDOM

    The Guardian facility felt different the morning after our release. Same architecture, same personnel, same sophisticated equipment monitoring supernatural phenomena—but our relationship to it all had fundamentally changed. We were guests now, not operatives. Visitors rather than active participants in the networks continuing their work around us. "Feels strange," Damian observed over breakfast in the facility's common area. "Being here but not being part of it anymore." "We're still part of it," I corrected. "Just differently. Released from obligation doesn't mean disconnected from community." Veena approached our table, her expression carrying something between congratulation and concern. "I heard about your choices," she said without preamble. "Both of you released from service. That's... unusual." "We earned it," Damian replied, not defensively but with quiet certainty. "You did," Veena agreed immediately. "I'm not questioning that. Just trying to understand what happens ne

  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    THE RIGHT DECISION

    "I've decided," he said, his expression carrying calm certainty that suggested he'd finally resolved his internal conflict. "Tell me," I said, bracing for whatever came next. Damian entered, closing the door behind him for privacy. "I've been enhanced for eight years. It's defined my adult identity, shaped every major decision, given me purpose when I had nothing else. Walking away from that feels like abandoning fundamental part of who I am." My heart sank, hearing what sounded like preamble to choosing continued enhancement. "But," Damian continued, "I've realized that identity built on supernatural consciousness is just one possible version of who I could be. Not the only version, not necessarily the best version—just the one I've been living because circumstances led me there eight years ago." Hope flickered cautiously. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying I want different future," Damian replied. "I want to build life defined by choices I make deliberately rather than

  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    DAMIAN'S DECISION

    Damian disappeared for two days. Not physically—he remained in the Guardian facility, visible and present. But emotionally, mentally, he withdrew into processing space I couldn't access. He'd asked me not to influence his decision, and I was honoring that request even though the waiting was agonizing. I found him on the third morning in the facility's training room, moving through combat forms with mechanical precision. Not the fluid grace of enhanced consciousness applied to martial discipline, but the rigid focus of someone using physical activity to avoid thinking about impossible choices. "You're telegraphing your right hook," I observed from the doorway, offering tactical criticism as excuse for interrupting his isolation. He completed the sequence before acknowledging my presence. "I know. Can't seem to correct it today. My focus is elsewhere." "Want to talk about it?" I asked carefully. "Not particularly," he replied, starting another sequence. "But I suppose avoi

  • ECHOES OF THE PAST    WITHOUT FULL MANIFESTATION

    "I've made my decision. I choose release. I choose humanity. I choose peace over power, normalcy over enhancement, ordinary existence over supernatural obligation." The words hung in the air, irreversible and absolute. For a moment, nothing happened. Then reality rippled, cosmic presence manifesting just enough for response without full manifestation. "ARIA SINCLAIR," The Balance's voice resonated through consciousness rather than sound. "YOUR CHOICE IS ACKNOWLEDGED AND ACCEPTED. YOU HAVE EARNED PEACE THROUGH SACRIFICE, DEMONSTRATED PURPOSE OVER POWER, CHOSEN AUTONOMY OVER OBLIGATION. WE HONOR THAT CHOICE." I felt something fundamental shift within me—not painful like the Severance had been, but profound nonetheless. The last lingering connections to resurrection, the residual enhancement still barely functioning, the subtle supernatural awareness I'd been clinging to—all of it dissolved gently into ordinary human consciousness. "RELEASE IS GRANTED," The Balance continu

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