Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned Novels & Stories

Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace." "Then she dies too!" the witch screamed, raising the knife with murderous intent. But before she could carry out her sinister plan, Damian swiftly intercepted her, forcefully separating her from Vivian. A wicked smirk danced upon Damian's lips as he taunted, "Have you forgotten? I possess superhuman speed." He delved into her mind, seizing control of her right arm—the very arm clutching the knife.

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

“Neither will I.” That night, she cried quietly into the pillow—just once, just long enough to let the fear out. Then she hardened again. The call came at dawn. Richard’s number. Damian grabbed the phone instantly. “We have a location,” Richard said. “But it’s fortified.” “I don’t care,” Damian replied. “I’m coming.” “You’ll walk into his narrative,” Richard warned. “The rescuer. The villain. The excuse.” Damian closed his eyes. “Then I’ll rewrite it,” he said.

It melted my heart every time. I smiled as I watched them together, a strange ache blooming in my chest—a blend of pride, love, and a touch of longing. But there was still someone missing from this perfect picture. Damian had left three days ago to visit Silverclaw territory, checking in on how Luther was managing things, now that the transition of power was complete. Even though the trauma of the past lingered, Damian had made it a point to rebuild bridges and offer guidance when needed. It was who he was now: not just a mate, not just a father, but a leader of peace.

His voice lowered. “This time, I’m not reacting late.” A beat. “I’m not losing you twice.” He turned away from the stairs. Picked up his phone again. And made one final call. “Cancel everything I have tomorrow.” Nathan paused. “…everything?” “Yes.” A beat. Then Damian added something that changed the tone completely. “I’m going to the UK.” Nathan went silent. “…you’re what?” Damian’s voice was steady now. Dangerously steady. “I’m not asking her to stay.”

“You’re overreacting, Damian. I’m sure her teacher was there with her so she wasn’t alone.” “You know what? Fuck you!!!! Stay the hell away from my daughter and her nannies. If you dare interfere in their lives again, I promise you you are going to hate me forever.” Giving her one last glare, Damien stormed out. He went straight to his room, shut his door, and headed to his bedside where he slum down on the bed. Dam buried his face in his hands and thought for a while. He exhaled deeply, then made his way over to the workspace in the bedroom. He was about to continue the work he paused at the office when his mind suddenly went to her. Damien opened a fresh page on the browser on the laptop b

It was a message from Lyra. [Damien, are you busy? I suddenly really want to eat those sweet rainbow berries we found in Moon-shadow Valley last time. Can you go pick some for me now? Please?] The moment he saw Lyra's message, all thoughts of Selena vanished from Damien's mind. He got up and sped off towards Moon-shadow Valley. In his mind, Selena's current departure was just her playing hard to get. He was sick of having to pretend to be a good mate. Since Selena dared to throw this "running away from home" tantrum, let her taste what it was like to lose his protection.

"When he arrives, he'll walk right into his own erasure." Meanwhile, Damian had tracked the call's origin to an abandoned psychiatric clinic on the city's outskirts, which had been decommissioned and locked off for years. But the signal was fresh. He arrived with a small, armed squad, but urged them to wait. He walked like a shadow along the corridors, every nerve on alert. A plant was a child's plush toy that had been abandoned in the hallway. A message. He pulled it up and discovered a letter embroidered within. "She remembers. "For now." Damian felt the wrath rush through him like lightning.

He told her to practice them for the rest of the day, and he left. This went on until Saturday morning, when he was waiting for her, his demeanor was a little different. "What's wrong, Damien?" "I can't stay for more than a few minutes. You are getting close to your change and I can feel the moon even beyond the horizon. I will not be in this valley tonight. I have marked the perimeter, so you will know where you must stop. You will know, even in your state at the time, you will not want to cross the line I have put up around this valley. You will put your marks next to mine, and this valley will then belong to you. Practice."