Damian Wayne And Jon Kent Novels & Stories

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."

Damien moves with terrifying authority, his steps light and predatory, as if he has orchestrated this specific violence a hundred times before. Wayne lunges, swinging a heavy fist aimed at Damien’s jaw. Damien doesn’t block; he simply isn’t there when the arm arrives. He pivots, fluid as water, and sweeps Wayne’s legs out from under him. Wayne hits the ground with a heavy thud that vibrates through the soles of Aiden’s boots. Before Wayne can recover, Damien is on him, a knee pressed into Wayne’s chest, pinning him to the dirt.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

I said finally. That word hung in the air. Simple. But heavy. Damian nodded slowly. “I thought so.” Another silence followed. This one deeper. Less chaotic. More reflective. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “She said she reacted,” he said quietly. I nodded. “Yes.” “And Ezekiel?” “He wasn’t the only one,” I added. Damian exhaled slowly. “That means there are still people inside my system,” he said. I didn’t deny it. Because it was already clear.

“Yes! I want a brother!” I laughed. “We’ll have to see how that works out.” “Congratulations to the both of you,” Wayne said. “I’m happy for all three of you.” “Well, you stole my thunder,” Damion said. I turned to look at him. “How did I steal your thunder?” He dropped to one knee, fishing in his pocket. “I planned to do this later, but I figure now that I’ve knocked you up, I better make an honest woman of you right away.”

Damian had only one arm left. Blood was gurgling out of his wound and staining the ground on his feet with red. At a distance not far away, Gerald’s face was fully written with shock as he said excitedly, “He’s a pre-celestial fighter who can condense his energy… Yet he can’t even take one punch from Dr. Yarde…” It was only now he realized how much he had underestimated Kayson. Damian controlled his energy around his body and stopped the bleeding.