Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

His pulse quickened, his chest tightened — and bitterness filled the spaces love used to live. “Be strong, Damian,” Collins muttered from afar, keeping an eye on him. Damian drifted toward the bar — his refuge. “Whiskey,” he said, sliding into a stool. The bartender, an older man with a bloated stomach, gave a knowing look. “Rough night, huh?” Damian smirked bitterly. “You could say that.” The man leaned closer. “Not everyone’s happy about what’s going on there. That groom? He was supposed to marry my niece.”

"Now it's time for me to surprise you, first take off this quilt and let me see your splendor." She stared at him coldly, trying not to show her nervousness at his disgusting closeness, she made a gentle smile that answered his request without discussion, well, let him think he had the upper hand, that is, if he didn't really have the upper hand, the thought alone caused her heart and her guts to contract violently. Damian sat on the bed in one of the reserve houses, drowning in his sorrows, Curved back with a broken mind, he hugged his head between his palms feeling helpless, he lost them, he lost his only brother and the only female who revived his feelings after the murder of his twin Kir

"Your father knew what was coming. He knew the Director wouldn't stop until he’d turned your brother into a server and you into a petri dish. He chose me because I was the only one with the resources to build a cage strong enough to hide you." He leaned closer, his chest pressing against the swell of my stomach. The fetal resonance was so loud now I could feel it in my teeth. One hundred and two beats. "And yet, here you are," Damian murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Communicating with ghosts. Smuggling weapons into my nursery. Trying to cut the hand that keeps you from the harvester’s knife." I looked past him. Julian Vane was edging toward the door, his eyes darting between

He was trying to drown me in his shadow, to make me feel small. "That," he said, his voice a low rasp through gritted teeth, "is different." "How?" I refused to back down, tilting my chin up to meet his glare. "How the hell is that different?” "Because you stole my family!" The words ripped out of him. His hands shot out, and two fingers pressed hard into the center of my chest, right over my sternum. My brows pulled together. “What?” “When I thought things were finally going to get better,” Damian continued, his voice was low, shaking with something barely contained, “the two of you showed up and shattered everything.”

"I orchestrated everything. Yes, Emberlynn had grown annoying and suspicious. She wasn't really that useless, but with the flick of my tongue and fingers, she seemed to forget everything she was doing. And I only need her for the time being." Damien listened to everything Lucian had said, including sleeping with her to make her forget whatever she intended to ask him. Damien gritted his teeth and was tempted to lunge at Lucian, but he was pulled back by the chains holding him. Even if he had the opportunity to hit Lucian, there was no way he could reach him in the dratted cell he was kept in. "Just wait until I leave this fucking jail; your head is the first I shall rip off," Damien vowed.

“I can’t lose you. I don't think I can go on without you. I know I’ve hurt you… I know I’ve failed you… but I swear, I’ll do anything to make it right.” His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. Compared to the cold hearted killing machine she had just witnessed some hours ago, this version of Damien, the way he made himself to bare and vulnerable to her made her heart clench, but could she forgive him so easily? He lied about who he was, putting her in danger. But he hadn't been the only one who lied, Bruce. She couldn't tell who's betrayal hit her more. Bruce or Damien? “But Vivian… if you want to leave… I won’t stop you. I won’t force you

“Claire, I know I was wrong. Serena was never anything more than a mistress I kept in the shadows. I only needed her to give me a child. As soon as she gives birth, I’ll kick her out of my life. Please come back with me, okay?” I shook my head firmly. “Damian, I don’t care what you and Serena have going on. “All you need to know is that I’ve started a new life here. I’m never going back with you. Please leave.” “I won’t allow that! I refuse!” Damian roared and lunged forward, trying to drag me away from Justin. Seconds later, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Damian clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw as his vision blurred was my cold, indifferent gaze.

Aurora started, but he kissed her forehead, cutting her off. “I mean it,” he said. “Stay here with the baby. I’ll be back before you know it.” Aurora sighed but nodded. “Be careful,” she said softly. Damian stood, grabbing his coat and keys. His mind was already focused on what lay ahead as he walked out the door. The drive to the uncompleted building felt longer than it should have, the city lights fading into darkness as Damian moved further from the busy streets. The location Carter had sent was in a remote area, the kind of place people went to disappear.

"I'll admit, the kid's security is impressive. But I know plenty of ways to keep them busy." "Where's Alexander?" "My men are keeping him occupied." Damian kept coming closer. "Don't worry, I didn't hurt him. I just need a little time alone with you." "We've already talked." I stepped back. "My answer won't change." "Is that so?" His smile sent a chill down my spine. "Did you know, the whole time you were gone, I never stopped thinking about you? Not for a single day." I clenched the fabric of my dress. "What do you want?"