Damian Wayne And Jon Kent Novels & Stories

Peter nodded his head and hummed. "Peter? Are you perhaps jealous?" Damian smirked. "What?!" Peter widened his eyes. "No way! I mean they're just your cousins, right?" He avoided his eyes. "Mmm if you say so…" Damian smiled. "Let's go eat! I want hamburgers!" "Anything for my Dam," Peter put his arm around the younger's waist and kissed his hair. 🎶 "I'm thinking of making them debut as soon as possible," Kyle said, after taking a sip of his iced coffee.

“We can only vote once a day, so my account alone isn't enough.” Damian shook his head and sat next to her. “You're going to hurt these cute little fingers,” he said, taking her hands off the mouse and keyboard. “Then...” Avery smirked. “Why don't you kiss these little cute fingers?” she whispered. “Gladly,” Damian whispered back and gently kissed his girlfriend's warm fingers, one by one, taking all his time and making sure to make every kiss more sensual. He lifted his head and saw Avery giggling.

He looked like he’d rather be walking into a warzone than a domestic breakfast scene. “This is Jaxon,” Damian said. “He answers to me.” “Clearly,” Jaxon muttered under his breath. Aria tried not to laugh. Oh, she liked him already. Jaxon glanced at her, gave a curt nod, and looked back at Damian. “You want me following her around flower arrangements now? Really?” “She’s my wife,” Damian replied. “Which means she’s now a target.” "Target of what?" Aria asked. They both ignored the question.

“Not exactly.” Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears. She crouched next to Julian, her fingers brushing over his shoulder. “This is Damian, sweetheart.” Julian blinked up at him. “Like Damian Wayne?” he asked. “From Batman?” Sienna almost laughed—almost. But Damian’s expression softened slightly. “Something like that,” he said quietly, kneeling down to Julian’s level. “Hi, Julian.” The moment was surreal. Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy.

Damian's brow furrowed. "What?" “Aren't they Matthew's bodyguards?” Damian didn't answer. He still frowned. “Could he be working for someone else?” Damian avoided admitting it. He still couldn't believe that his father could commit such a crime. “Perhaps, but you miss the chance. There is another person who claims to be your father's boss. His name is Luke Damant. He is an Omega who works as a manager at Excellor.” Bruce explained again. He started to feel sorry for Damian because he didn't know anything.

"After all, if not for the two of you, Wayne wouldn't have died." Hearing this, Kyle glanced at Beverly. It seemed the sniper hadn't succeeded. He gave the corpse a sharp kick and scoffed coldly. "How loyal of him." Just then, Beverly received a call from Wendell. "We've caught the sniper, and he named Blair as the one who hired him." Everything seemed settled… and yet Beverly still felt uneasy. "But who kidnapped Damien?" she murmured softly. "After all, he had no connection to Wayne." "Damien?" Kyle frowned. "While Wayne was alive, he made it his mission to oppose James at every turn. And Damien is someone James has always wanted to protect, so of course Wayne wouldn't let him go."

It melted my heart every time. I smiled as I watched them together, a strange ache blooming in my chest—a blend of pride, love, and a touch of longing. But there was still someone missing from this perfect picture. Damian had left three days ago to visit Silverclaw territory, checking in on how Luther was managing things, now that the transition of power was complete. Even though the trauma of the past lingered, Damian had made it a point to rebuild bridges and offer guidance when needed. It was who he was now: not just a mate, not just a father, but a leader of peace.

Officer Damian tried to understand why they will wait for the kidnapper's request if we knew where they are located. "But sir, if we attack them right away, maybe they'll find another place to hide," Damian asked Kent about his decision. He took a deep breath. "Sir, we made a deal. I'll tell you but please don't judge us!", Kent said to make him calm and waste their instruction. " Tonight, I'll meet with her to have sex but only one night. If I reject her offer, she will hurt my son." Kent decided to tell Damian about it even it's kinda scandalous.

He looked at Justin who cleaned his wrist. He and Justin had come a long way. He met Justin when he was just three. Justin was a pure wolf and he was an hybrid. Justin had been a major part of his life ever since. Justin had saved him countless times and the way Damian thought that he could possibly repay him was to have a witch link them together so whenever one was in trouble, the other would be able to tell. However, linking the both of them gave them more that psychic abilities. It gave Justin access to Damian’s abilities like super speed and super strength. As long as Damian was alive and the link wasn’t severed, they were always going to be there for each other.

That woman was Alice Kent, Damian’s childhood friend and the bully who had her subordinates break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth. For me, Damian had sent the entire Kent family into hell. However, it was all just a show. He turned Alice’s hell into a nice cage and hid his darling in it, away from my sight. “Annie?” I heard Damian’s voice at the door. I snapped out of my reverie, and Chester quietly vanished into the shadows. Damian walked in, and I could smell the faint traces of gunpowder and expensive cologne on him. He removed his blood-drenched, black trench coat, strode over to me, and hugged me tight.