Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said. "Fine... Whatever it is, I'll do it..." Damian assured. "I want to go away from here... And you will help me to hide... Do anything you want but make me disappear. I don't want anyone to know where I am and what I am doing..." She said and Damian frowned at her. "Impossible... I can't do this. Xavier won't like it... It will eventually create problems for me..." Damian shook his head. "Xavier has already abandoned me... We are no longer together. He threw me out of his house, what do think... Why I was on the road?..."

Perhaps, his derangedness adds to his erratic behaviour. But on the hill, I saw someone else. The Damian who deeply loved and missed his mother. “By the way, I enjoyed the cinnamon rolls. It’s one of my favourites.” Damian mentions and a smile fills my lips. We had shared the rolls in the hill as Damian told me about Cryptid Pack and how it grew from huts to skyscrapers under his father’s rule. “I’m glad you did. I loved it as well.” “I’m guessing Katrina suggested the bribe.” He smirks and I feign ignorance.

“Tell this bastard to get the hell out of this room.” “You are the only bastard here,” Zavian fired back before Isadora could say a word, and the tension in the room tightened. “I mean… you are the one with a father, yet lack fatherly love and affection.” A soft smirk formed at the corner of Damian’s lips, then he took a step forward. “And that is why you will forever be nothing but a puppet and a pawn in his fucking game.” “You motherfucker!” Zavian gritted, making an attempt to throw a punch, but Damian caught his hand before he could even succeed, his face contorted into something dark and lethal.

Mischa whispered worriedly. “If he dares to get angry with me, I’ll cross his name off the list of heirs,” Luciana snapped. “Are you two talking about me?” A deep voice cut through their conversation. Damian appeared from behind the greenhouse door, looking from his grandmother to Mischa with a probing gaze. “Yes,” Luciana replied curtly. “Don’t tell me you’re still going through with that ridiculous plan?” Damian’s body tensed instantly. “That’s my business, not yours,” Luciana shot back.

" 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.

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.