Bruce Wayne Is Marinette's Biological Father Novels & Stories

VALENTINE “So my mate is the niece of your former mate?” I asked my father in disbelief. “Great-niece. Lion Traynor was the sister of my first mate. My fated mate.” “Sick,” Rick cringes. “So Marvel can call you grandpa and great-great uncle?” Uncle Nate snorts. Dad’s face goes red, and if I wasn’t so distracted by all the s**t he just revealed to me, I would find it amusing. This situation is anything but amusing right now.

He fucking bought a mansion for him and Sapphire and talked about how they’d have a ton of kids that would pass for a football team, since they were both sex addicts and couldn’t get enough of each other. But now, he’s gone. … Bruce's mother rushes into the room, her eyes widening at the sight of her son's lifeless form. She breaks into tears, her grief echoing through the room. "I can’t believe he’s gone!" She’s choking on her sobs and I just hold my breath. Bruce was their only surviving son. The father, attempting to console her, places a trembling hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this, Margaret. We'll find the murder.

A pained expression crossed his face. “Neither one of our families were happy about it. They both wanted to keep our bloodlines pure. But I couldn’t help myself. She was my fated one.” I caught myself leaning slightly forward, hanging on his every word. My mom had not so much as hinted at this part of her past. She’d been promised to Bruce Vance, who I thought was my real father for years, and she ended up marrying him. What could have happened between her and Agent Martin… my father… to cause that outcome?

I said, moving to my desk and sitting down. "Rowan Brice is your half-brother," Micah said. "He shares the same father as you. Your father, Dmitri Ross, had a relationship with a woman in Bangria before he was with your mother. Rowan was the result of that relationship. But Dmitri abandoned him, leaving him with nothing. Rowan grew up in poverty, while you grew up in luxury." I felt the room tilt slightly. "That's impossible," I said. "My father—"

"Tell us right now!" "He's my new stepbrother, guys," I whispered, shaking my head. "That's Hudson Carter. Bruce Carter's son." "Wait," Liam gasped, his eyes going wide. "You're telling me that this absolute god is the kid of the man your mum is about to marry?" I nodded. "Yep."

Only then did he speak. "Oh! My son! Daddy finally found you!" “What did you say? You...you're my dad?" "Exactly! I'm your biological father, Wayne Larson! Due to some reasons, I sent you away as soon as you were born. I've been looking for you in secret ever since, but only managed to get some news about you a few days ago. You had your blood drawn when you were tested at the hospital. I've already done a paternity test with that. Here are the results, look at them!"

He has dark hair, light brown eyes, and strawberry skin. He is English but has an American accent since he constantly travels. His luna, like me, is his mother since he has no mate. Her name is Charity Knite, and they share similar features. His Betas were Alister Tanning and Heunace Pennyworth, a biracial Swedish man.

He paused reflectively. “Well, perhaps my mother, from time to time. My father was a very tough individual and he brought Bryce and me up to think and act for ourselves. But my mother was born in Italy to a family of considerable wealth. When she was a little girl one of her brothers was kidnapped by the local mafia and held to ransom… He was returned unharmed once the price for his freedom had been met but I think the incident still haunts her to this day.” Brody glimpsed for a second at the landscape outside his window.

I watched him come, expression unchanged. “You missed Levante’s succession because of me,” I noted calmly. “I hope you avoided making too much of a mess. He dislikes interruptions.” Martin’s lips curved into a thin smile that did not reach his eyes. “You talk too much when you are unsettled. But let us return to the matter at hand.” He stopped beside the bed and looked down at me. “This percentage means my father had certain indiscretions outside his marriage. He fathered a daughter in Falcon City. That daughter gave birth to you.”

Sol wanted to grab her hand, but she kept pushing him away from him. “Sab, my mother was a great biochemist, and my father is a mafia lord. Rayfield City was badly infested by drug lords, thugs, thieves, and heinous criminals. It was only my father who reunited and cleaned up the streets. He brought peace to Rayfield City and maintained the treaty for years. Yes, I’m the mafia prince, but I chose to turn my back on them because of a stupid choice. Carl’s in a coma. I can't let anyone ruin the peace my father protected all these years.” “Leave. I don’t need someone like you.”