Damian Wayne As Nightwing Novels & Stories

I said referring to Damian. "I'm sure whatever you have to say can wait till we get to the hotel" He said looking straight into my eyes. I got down from where I was sitting and noticed my kneel didn't hurt as much as it did earlier. " so what's the plan" Lucas asked as we move closer to the cars. ****†***†*****†****†****†****†***†*** Damian's POV Its been a crazy night, I have never see anything like what I witness tonight, and the overwhelming need to protect this girl is almost too much to handle.

The boss looked at his right-hand man and ordered, “Hawk, go and take a look. See if they have regained consciousness.” “Yes, boss.” Seeing that they had taken the bait and one of them was coming over, Damian stood behind the door quietly. He balled his hands into fists, and he was ready to attack. Hawk opened the door, but he did not see Damian or Aria anywhere. He was about to shout that no one was around, but Damian held him just in time and covered his mouth. He effortlessly twisted his neck, and a few seconds later, the man’s lifeless body lay on the ground.

He had absolutely no breath left, so instead of yelling out in agony, he continued running. Damien ran for another minute before he was forced to slow his pace. The adrenaline had begun to fade, and the pain in his side increased. Coughing up a large gout of blood from his lung, he stopped. Looking back, he made sure the humans weren't going to try and come after him. Listening carefully for any sounds of running footsteps or worse, engines starting up, he tried to look back, but the blood in his right eye still hadn't cleared. Satisfied that he had no pursuers, he shifted his direction and headed for the creek that was about a mile away.

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

Everyone left and Damian took out his phone to call his father but he wasn't answering his call, Damian called his bodyguard but no one was responding it. He sighed and looked at jack who was already looking at him... **** It was late at night, Damian was standing in front of a big window looking outside, he was wearing a black suit and his hands were in his pockets. "What are you planning to do with him, Damian..." Jack asked who was standing beside him... "I don't know, it depends on his behavior..." Damian replied in his cold voice... Damian's phone rang and he saw he is calling him, he picked it up...

Damien, the son of my father's disgraced former beta, the one rumored dead these past decades. "No..." I snarled, slamming a fist onto the desk hard enough to splinter the wood. "It cannot be! That wretched mutt was meant to have perished along with his treacherous sire!" Talon flinched but stood his ground. "The footage proves otherwise, my lord. Somehow, against all assumptions, Damien Nightshade still lives. And not only that..." He gestured to the screen again. "He is clearly allied with the Silvermoon whelp and your unborn spawn."

He just let the newcomer linger in uncertainty before finally flipping on his bike’s headlight. The man flinched and quickly shielded his eyes. “You were the one who contacted me?” He asked. “Detective Davies?” Damian’s asked calmly.. A second of silence then.. “Yeah. You said you had something for me.” Damian smirked in the dark. “Oh, I do.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the handlebars. “I know where the Hellfangs are meeting tonight”

Damian muttered quietly as he turned to one of his father's subordinates. One of them approached with a whip. Damian held the whip in his right hand. However, he felt something different as his right hand gripped the whip. It seemed to be because of the gunshot wound on his shoulder, he gently rotated his shoulder joint, it felt uncomfortable. He wouldn't be able to move it freely. "What's wrong?" asked Luca. "My shoulder is a little uncomfortable, I think I'll break it if I use it to swing the whip. You do it, because I don't want a weak arm swinging," Damian said as he moved the whip to his left hand and gave it to Luca.

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.

The voice cut through the air sharply. Damien heard it from his room and was out in a minute.. Other pack members too who heard it were outside in a flash When Damein saw him.. he didn’t need words to know something was wrong. The messenger dropped to one knee, struggling to steady himself. “Speak.” Damien’s voice was calm. The man swallowed a hard lump then spoke.. “Nightwing… was attacked.” The words hit him hard. But Damien didn’t react yet… “By who?” His tone didn’t change.