Damian Robin Costume Novels & Stories

Tall, immaculate in a tailored black coat that seemed to swallow the glow around him, Damian surveyed the frozen chaos with the lazy, predatory confidence of a king reclaiming his throne. The fifteen rogues straightened instinctively, weapons humming louder in silent salute. Jade’s finger tightened on the trigger, then eased…uncertain. Damian’s voice rolled through the room like velvet over steel, smooth and chilling. “Children… children,” he chided softly, spreading his hands in mock paternal disappointment. “Must we always resort to such messy squabbling?”

“You’ll be the first to know if we find out anything.” It was enough for now. I watched as officers escorted the woman further down the hall and out of sight. The threat had been neutralized, but the questions remained, multiplying like shadows at dusk. Damien arrived about 20 minutes later. He was still dressed in the same sharp suit he’d worn to work, his presence commanding attention as he walked straight toward me. “Are you hurt?” I blinked, surprised by the directness of his concern. “No.”

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

“Thank you.” The assistant looked at him. “Are you going to say anything else?” Damian glanced at her. “What should I say?” “That you look like a man who just saw his future wife for the first time.” I nearly choked. Damian smiled. “She isn’t my wife yet.” “Yet,” the woman replied. I laughed nervously. “Next dress.” The assistant handed me another, then another, and another. Some were elegant, some were dramatic, one had an enormous train that nearly swallowed me. When I walked out wearing it, Damian laughed, I glared at him.

Damian is ruthless. Night began to crawl in and I began to prepare for the event. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, completely satisfied by my looks and how elegant the dress and the jewelry were. “Perfect” I smiled, awed at how they fit in with the tone of my skin. I stepped out and headed to meet Alpha Damian who was patiently waiting for me. I received a handful of compliments from him and by the time we left for the event the ceremony had already started. We stopped at the huge door and the servant went ahead to open the door for us “I won't leave here without leaving an impression”

Thunderous footsteps approached the bar. “Lord Dis! We'll I'll be damned. And if it isn't Robin Goodfellow as well,” Damien chortled, pulling two cracked mugs from the shelves. I suppressed a groan: sure enough, there was Samael, dressed in a 20s style suit, red tie, and bowler hat. A haggard expression marred his face.

After mending his cravat , and looking at his appearance once more in the mirror , Damian took a watch and put it on . " Now , I am ready . " said Damian . Derrick looked at Damian and raised his thumb up . " Extremely handsome......Is such a pity for the women that you aren't interested in females . " said Derrick . The black suit with the grey cravat and the silver lion's head decoration at the left spot of his jacket . Damian looked at himself in the mirror again and smirked . " Too bad ! Let this be their karma . " said Damian with a smirk then opened the phone to see the documents that Derrick had sent him .

"Besides that Damien." "Mhhhh what you wearing underneath that dress, and how soft your skin would feel like," Damien replied. Raven looked at Damien and saw that he was enjoying himself, but she knew that two could play this game. Raven flipped her hair a bit, "I mean my skin is very soft and I do prefer to wear lace most of the time." Damien bit his lip at her answer, "Is that so?" "Yeah, it's a fact." "Want to feel something?" Damien asked.

Damian whispered in my ear as he pulled me toward him. He was wearing a jet black tux with little vines stitched into the hems. Kelly had made it, so we matched perfectly. His hair was slicked back and his perfect beard was on point, as always. “You look pretty good yourself.” I laughed at him. “Alright, you two! No sexy time before we get to dance.” Brittany said excitedly. Pulling my head back because Damian was not letting go, “Where are we on everything?”

And how did he find her? "Surprised to see me, Ice Goddess?",Damian smirked at her, enjoying the shocked expression on her face. He looked entirely different. His hair was longer, and reddish in colour. His eyes were the same shade, a red ruby colour. He was wearing a long black dress that covered his entire body, with a hood pulled back. There was something dark about him, something evil and Cassie found herself moving back and placing a hand protectively around her tummy. She looked towards the back door Xavier had gone through, wondering what was keeping him so long. "Don't worry",Damian said to her. He still hadn't moved from where he stood. "Your precious lover won't be coming anytime s