Novel & Cerita Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned

They only met for five whole minutes, but already, Damian felt like he needed to recharge his batteries. “Look,” he stared at Zen, pinning him with his glare. “I’m not agreeing to anything. Do you understand the word ‘neutral’? While I won’t be spraying bullets at people the same way Carnage does, I’m not obligated to join a guild with an idealistic name like ‘Survivor’. All I’m saying is that if you leave me alone to do what I have to do, I won’t bother you and your comrades. I don’t have time to join you in the dungeon games, so you’d have to clear that yourselves. I’m also not going to join your party, so please stop bothering me. Your blonde sniper friend has been hovering down my neck.

"My name is Damian, and I used to work for Mr. B. I was one of his most trusted associates until I realized how twisted his operation was. I've been trying to sabotage him ever since." "Are you working alone?" I inquired, recalling my experience in arbitration, where understanding motives and evidence was crucial. "Mostly," Damian admitted. "But there are others who share my hatred for Mr. B. We've been forming alliances in secret, waiting for the right opportunity to strike." "Thank you for helping me," I whispered. "Save your thanks for when we're out of here," he replied, his eyes scanning the room for any potential threats. Just as we were about to leave our temporary hideout, a sudden e

All he wanted was extreme rest. “One hour to get my brain back. After that, I shall find this Amber myself and skin her if necessary. Goodness me!” Damian heaved a deep sigh as he leaned back against his chair and kept his gaze on his laptop. “Where could you be, little rabbit? Did you not know running away when no fire has been lit is foolish? Tsk, I guess I need to set fire to your home in other to bring you out.” His eyes blinked severally and became still as he stared blankly ahead.

” Damian ~”The only idiot around here is the one behind your nose. Gunner ~”Hahaha is that a new one you dreamt up last night.” Damian ~”I can dream up a lot of other things, like how to slap your wise mouth shut.” Trayton ~”For fuck sakes. Do you really think this is the time for this bickering shit? Get us into a damn alley so we can ambush them.” Damian ~”I am going to pull up next to that dumpster, there is a door that goes into an abandoned warehouse.”

But Damian didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. “No,” he said coldly, his voice carrying across the arena. “You don’t get to walk away. You don’t get to breathe after touching what’s mine.” Then, with a sudden growl, he extended his claws. “No—Damian, stop!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I lurched forward. But it was too late. In one swift motion, Damian plunged his hand into Branson’s chest. Branson’s body jerked once—twice—then stilled as Damian ripped out his heart.

This was good news. I sent Morgana a quick text, wanting to know more about him. Turns out that Damien attended elementary school with us but I couldn't place his face. One day, he disappeared with his mom and returned many years later. When he approached the middle row, I began feeling dizzy. His gaze met mine and held without flinching or looking away. Damien, my unattainable mate. Damien, the only one who could make me forget Thor and more importantly, the one who could save me from getting bound to the sanctuary.

His words tore through Seth’s paper-thin excuses. “Let me guess,” Damian tilted his head, his innocent expression belying a devilish cruelty. “That child… he has someone else’s scent all over him. Strong. Can’t you smell it when you hold him every day? Or do you just pretend not to, so you don’t look like a complete and utter fool?” “Shut up!” Seth roared, broken. “You shut your mouth!” “Did I hit a nerve?” Damian’s smile widened. “You abandoned the woman who truly loved you, whose very soul belonged to you. And for what? A lie, a child that will never be yours, and a mate who humiliates you in public. Now, look at yourself.”

Duty calls me though and despite me wanting to stay with Abyss and Obsidian I must shift back to confer with my father and my beta. That's where I find myself now, in my home office with my dad and Lucas. Lucas is hands on, holding me close, slapping my back as he greets me. "It's so good to have you back," he tells me but then his face changes alerting me to something that's obviously dire and needs speaking about. I don't have to wait, his words grace my ears only seconds later. "There's a problem," he starts, walking over to sit on the chair he often sits in. "Damian's gone crazy, searching every pack south of Canada for his mate. Apparently she's a newborn," he tells me.

“You’ll be eaten alive before you even leave this building.” My breath caught. His words made too much sense, but my heart was in chaos. I shoved at him anyway, voice breaking. “You don’t know my father. He doesn’t deserve this.” Damian studied me for a long, unbearable moment. Then, as if making some silent decision, his grip softened. His thumb brushed my jaw in a way that contradicted every ounce of his ruthlessness. “Your father’s life isn’t my concern,” he said at last. “But you… you’ve made yourself mine tonight.”

The name hung in the air between us, toxic and sharp. Damian let out a long, weary sigh. He looked down at his hands large, capable hands that I used to dream would hold me. Now, I only remembered them pointing to the door, banishing me. “Ana is gone,” he said. I scoffed. “Did she leave you? Or did you find a newer, shinier toy to play with?” “I banished her,” Damian said. That made me pause. I looked at him, searching his face for the lie, but his eyes were