Damian Wayne And Jon Kent Novels & Stories

Damien actually wanted to hangout with his friends..MJ(mason jnr) and Edward Johnson(Eddy). they have been friends since childhood. they know each other deepest secret and most happy memories...they are like brother's, when Damien wanted to look for a pretty girl to set a barrier against him and Elena they gave him their full support. Damien have to leave his friend for some minute in order to check on his new contract wife. after talking to Arrya and make sure she ate

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had

” Trayton ~”Boss? Jackson ~”Get used to it, they won't call you anything else, it is a sign of respect.” Trayton ~”Hey Gunner.” Jackson ~”Then this is Damian. He is the one with the brains, he protects you and looks after you and Ava, and he does anything you tell him to do. He runs things when you can't.” Damian ~”How is it boss?” Trayton ~”Great thanks Damian.” Jackson ~”I would give you a third one but you got Dominic.”

He is confused about what is really going on. But a black smoke like earlier suddenly appeared and then three well-built men came out from it named, Lance, Phoenix and Yoru who are all Damian's father's people. "Master Damian." They all called Damian in chorus and then bowed as respect. "Lord Raven cannot wait any longer." Lance, who came to Damian earlier said. "Alright." Damian lifts up Khrystyanna who is half-conscious and then turns to Leo from behind. "Deal with this first, Leo. I will also leave Cedric to you. We will be back soon." He said and then he carried Khrystyanna to the black smoke that led them to a portal to somewhere.

Alpha Damien replied like he was speaking to an old friend. " How does it feel to be helpless? I promise you that searching for us is a waste of time. I can only be found when I want to. Your friends can try their hacking prowess. I am way smarter than that." Wayne boasted and erupted into an evil laughter. " What exactly fo you want? Didn't you say you wanted Zeta. Where is Adrien?" " None of your business. Did you think I was going to truly return Adrien? I don't want to say it but that's fucking dumb." Wayne said.

“Fuck. It’s too early to be sure. Fine, Luke mentioned something about that he feared that. He’s investigating it now.” “Excellent. I’m glad to hear someone else is being sensible about this. You omitted mentioning someone I should watch. Think about it this. You keep saying you want me around. I can be around, and I can watch your enemies better than anyone. No one likes me around, so I make an excellent distraction too.” “April, I wouldn’t.” “Damien, who.” Damien sighed. “My cousin Matthew Jones. His father passed, and he wants to bring the family’s empire together again under one hand. Of course, that one hand is his. The reason for this is he believes we have a superior image to him.”

"You know. I never thought to see Eliana drop her guard this way. Always the one who saves the world, mends everyone else's mistakes. Too powerful to have anyone else rescue her." "I'm not here to rescue her," Damian said to him, his gaze in conflict with Saben's. "I'm here to stand with her as she gets through it.". Saben searched for a beat longer, as though attempting to drive to the truth behind those words. Then, smiling, he reached out his fist. Damian knocked it, the two men exchanging a moment of quiet camaraderie. Saben grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he edged in closer. "Alright, Wolfe, but—" he wagged his finger, "I already know that you've purchased a ring a few week

came the equally thunderous response from his audience. “Good! Now get your asses back to work!” He ordered. After they left, Baines turned to see one person had stayed behind. It was the dead cop's partner, Damian Wayde. Damian was tall with tanned skin that was a result of staying outdoors most of the time, and a barely receding hairline of curly hair that was one of the most remarkable things about him.

Celeste said smoothly, turning to the man at her side, “is Jonathan. You remember Jonathan, don’t you?” “Of course I do,” Charlotte said, her smile lighting like a flame. “You haven’t changed a bit.” Jonathan laughed, a rich, inviting sound. “You’re lying, but I appreciate it.” Then his eyes found mine. “And who might this be?” “This is Emily,” Damian said, his hand sliding protectively to the small of my back. “My partner.” Jonathan extended his hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Emily. Any friend of Damian’s is a brave soul.”

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.