Novel & Cerita Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

"Stop!" Damian showed me his crooked smile, I knew he wanted something, so he came into my room. "What do you want?" I asked in a quiet voice. "My mum must have turned this barn into a nice room for you, right?" I nodded slowly. "Did you really tell my mum that you were my mate?" asked Damian, looking at me sharply. "I didn't." I told him firmly, although there was a hint of fear in the tone of my voice, but I really didn't.

His eyes scanned through the screen for about two minutes. Damien patted my head as I hugged and leaned on his groin. "She took her own life babe. You don't need to beat yourself up about it” Damien comforted me. He scrolled out of the news feed before returning the laptop to me. " You don't need to think about it ok? “ He kissed my cheeks. He was about leaving when I stopped him again. " Damien, how is Yu? “ I asked, softly. Damien sighed and turned to me,"He is still at the hospital and he is getting better. We will be having him soon” he responded.

" Damian moved away after that clash in the air happened. Lost his memory and I'm trying to get it back for him. I know he's a bad man and has done lots of bad things to you all. But I can't let go of him. He has been the only one that wasn't taking me as a nuisance to society. No matter how stubborn or rebellious I was, he took me back with open arms like I was his brother or dearest friend. I know this might sound crazy, but I would lay my life for him if it would make him back to where he was,” and he sighed, looking away with his paws barely touching the ground as he ran away leaving me.

He said again and I smiled at Laura. “He thinks that he is superman.” I said and Damien looked at me. “I am superman or haven't you noticed that I have been the one saving you guys from problems for a long time now? When those thieves attack who was it that came to your rescue?” I just enjoyed listening to Damien rant about how good he was and how he had saved us. “Well, I didn't know you were batman. I would have married you.” I said outloud, expecting everyone to burst out in laughter but Damien didn't even smile. It seemed like marriage wasn't a topic he loved talking about.

Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline. His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine. He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash. “He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian said, his voice a low growl, the Russian accent curling around the endearment. “My uncle missed the lesson on the Strip.”

Looking at nothing then Damian signed and explained further while his eyes now wide opened and his gaze fell on the wall behind Diana. The boy was looking at her like she wasn't there at all, then Damian's voice added, “I am a baker milord. I'm not a sorcerer. I baked three loaves of bread as you slept, milord.” Damian could not refute it. He realized they were right. His head spun, but not with unrest. Three days of blackout had brought back his wits and his intense proficiency to strategize on the human. He stood up and strode up to the baker, yanking his robe and lifting him to his face, the baker's feet dangling in the air.

And just like that, he was gone. He’d left me with nothing but empty promises. And now I was lying here in a sterile room, my body fighting against itself, while the man who swore he would never leave me was nowhere to be found. But it didn’t end there. A few days later, I found out through whispers and late-night gossip that Damian hadn’t just left me. He had left with another woman—someone younger, someone who could offer him the life he wanted, free of any responsibilities. Free of me. Free of the child he’d never wanted.

He smiled, "We can discuss it with them later... like when they start their senior year of high school." I finished my sandwich and laid down. Damien started to walk away, and I grabbed his hand, "Where do you think you're going, mister?" He smiled, "I was just going to go in my office and do some paperwork while you rest." I sighed, "I was hoping you would lay down with me. I love feeling you close to me." He nodded, "What my Luna want's, my Luna gets." Damien POV

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.