Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned Novels & Stories

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.”

Damian had travelled abroad to be a part of some business deal that needed his physical presence for PR. “Because it ended early. And because you looked like you were somewhere else.” I swallow. “Maybe I was.” His grip tightens again. Not possessive. Not showy. Just firm. Grounded. Like an anchor dropped into rough water. Julian passes us on his way out and raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. Ava glances over her shoulder and whispers something to the girl beside her. I don’t care. For once, I don’t care. Damian finally pulls back just enough to look at me. His hands slide from my waist to my hips but he doesn’t let go. His eyes search my face like he’s checking for cracks. “Skip wit

"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

“Told me my father was a liability. Said CrossTech needed a controlled implosion to be reborn. He wanted me on his side.” “And you refused.” “I didn’t trust him,” he says. “I still don’t.” I walk to the bar, pour myself a drink. I don’t offer him one. “What did he want in return?” I ask. Damian hesitates. “Me,” he says. “My name. My face. My fall.” I turn slowly. “He wanted you as the sacrifice.” “Yes.” I take a sip, letting the burn anchor me. “Then Lydia was never the endgame.”

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.”

They were in the meeting hall where they held a meeting on any new developments regarding Silas capture. “I should return to where I belong,” Damian said. After giving up the throne which he originally came for, he knew he had to return to his original place. He still didn’t know who his real father was but he was certain now that it wasn't the late Alpha that fathered him. “You can't. Damian will want nothing but your death. We should remain here together until Silas is captured,” Asher told him. “He is already cornered. There's not much he can do.”

Placing two fingers on his head, he muttered, "Betsy." "Yes, Alpha," Betsy replied through the mind link. "Come for your lady," he stated, disconnecting the mind link. Damien stood to his feet and started walking away, but Emberlynn intercepted him. "Reject me, Damien," she said. "Reject me so I can find another mate who'd treat me far better than you." Damien narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll kill whosoever lay his fingers on you. And you think I am treating you badly? You need to think again."

“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.