Damian Wayne And Jon Kent Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Sienna: The walls of my childhood room felt smaller than I remembered. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting in my lap, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control. The events of the last few hours replayed over and over like a broken record. Kael had been shot. Damon’s father, the man who had taken me in when I had nowhere to go, the man who raised me as his own daughter when I was to be left for dead as a child, a helpless child who lost her parents, was fighting for his life.

"Hello Damian. Where are you now?" "Alpha, I'm still stuck in Portego," Damian replied, his voice sounding different. "There's a big problem here." Jaxon frowned. "A big problem?" he asked, remembering the brief conversation he'd had with Damian the night before, just before Damian had left. He hadn't thought it was a big problem, but now Damian was calling him about it. "What's the problem?" Damian replied, "Our wheat fields have been burned by the Zyranos Pack."

Or make the media go after Connor. The worst people to make enemies were the media. But again, the media still found something to milk of the Wades. “Connor isn’t home, right? He called saying…” “Yeah, he left with Ken.” Arya responded, disdain laced in her tone. “Oh, Connor called you?” she looked up at Damien. Damien looked down. The other day, he had enquired from Kane how Ken and Arya’s meeting went in the car. Even if Kane’s account was that it's a ‘funny banter’, Damien didn’t like the fact his best friend and wife didn’t get along.

I start off towards the cemetery. He doesn't question me and instead follows my lead. We enter the cemetery as I walk towards a big headstone. Sean Mayflower Dedicated War Hero and Family Man 1089-1130 A stray tear slips out as I sit down in front of the grave. "Hi Dad." Damian sits down beside me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like for you to meet Damian. He's my boyfriend. Mom approves of him but I figured you'd like to meet him. I promise he's treating me well. You know I'd kick his ass if he didn't." I chuckle a little but it's half hearted. "Mom is doing good and so is Rose. Her little boy Jacob is growing up fast. He just turned 12. He hopes to be just like you someday. Binx is

I frowned “what do you mean, why” “You said it's impossible. I'm asking you why” I let out a slow breath, trying to keep my frustration under control. “Because Derek Lawson has worked with my father for almost twenty years”. “I know” “He helped raised me and my brother, after my mother died”. “I know that too” Every answer was calmly measured. I leaned forward, resting both palms on the desk. “Then you should also know Derek would never steal from my father”. Damien didn't argue, he didn't nod either. Instead, he folded his hands together and regarded me thoughtfully. "I never said he stole anything."