Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned Novels & Stories

And if he isn't, then why did Damian look like a man drowning in guilt? As the days pass, Marcus's reports grow more detailed. Thornesby has been meeting with shady characters all over the city, and Vincent's money trail terminates at a series of companies, which I think will be perfect for me to own. But the one that hits me in the gut is the report on Damian: He had been seen in a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, drinking by himself every evening. No women, no friends. I think he has become exactly what I have wanted to make Vincent for so long.

Well he must be the biggest joker of the century, I thought to myself as I steadied myself and stepped out of the library heading to my room to pack my things. If Damien Wood believes that he would just disappear after having a one night stand with me,his fated mate ,then he has no idea what was coming for him because unlike him ,I knew exactly who he was and I was going to him to get answers.

🔥 **Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts** The weight of Ryan’s words settled over the medical suite like a shroud. *Damian wants her taken alive. He plans to make you watch while he breaks her.* My stomach churned. Lucian’s grip on my hand became iron, his recovering body radiating pure, lethal fury despite the lingering weakness from the poison.

Trying not to wonder why his promise sounded so much like a goodbye. Outside, somewhere in the darkness, a phone vibrated. Damian's expression changed instantly. The warmth vanished. Replaced by something cold. Dangerous. He pulled away and glanced at the screen. A message. Only one line. It's happening. My stomach dropped. "Who is it?" His phone disappeared into his pocket. "No one." Another lie. I could feel it. But before I could question him, he kissed my forehead. Then my lips. Slowly. Tenderly.

DAMIEN’S P.O.V “Of course you want the short version. Fine. There’s a safe house. Third floor of an abandoned tenement on Via Calder. Apartment 12B. Locked up tight, guards rotate every hour. If you want her, you’ll need my help getting in.” He paused, letting the silence crawl into my guts “And help costs, Damien.” Skylo’s eyes narrowed. He muttered under his breath, his Italian accent slipping out like a hiss. “Boss, Non fidarti. Don’t trust him.“

"It feels like I'm hiding out. Ever since I left the hospital, I've been confined to your apartment. But not even just that. I can't go anywhere in the apartment without your help. Don't get me wrong; I'm internally grateful for everything you've done..." "But.." Damian sighed. "But I need to get back to my old life. I don't want to give in to Chase and the Cobras. I want to live my life. I can't do that if I never leave your apartment. I want to show everyone that I'm strong. I overcame everything he put me through and flourished. The biggest thing I could ever do is become successful. I want the opportunity to show him that he didn't get to me. Rather, that he was nothing to me."

she snapped. "Yes o! If you have anything to say, you can say it right here," Charity added. Bright sighed deeply. "Damian, I’m here to apologize to you. Please, I know I’ve wronged you in so many ways, but I’m tired of this hostility for no reason. I want to make peace with you. Please, bro." His head remained down as he spoke. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. I couldn't believe I was falling for this act.