Damian Wayne As Nightwing Novels & Stories

“And his wife and child disappear the same night.” Damien shook his head slightly. “That’s not coincidence.” “No.” Robin Hood’s voice was firm. “That’s damage control.” Damien sat quietly for a moment. “I thought this was it,” he said finally. “I thought this was the one that would finally bring Jet down.” Robin Hood didn’t respond immediately. Damien continued. “We planned everything carefully.” He gestured toward the map on the table. “Every step. Every movement.” He looked up. “We’ve done this before. And every time,” Damien said quietly, “we got them.”

“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.”

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

“ Yeah…..staring at us….. “ said Damian as he walked towards him . Antonio walked backwards but he was cornered by the end of the pool . Damian blocked Antonio’s way of escaping then leaned towards a him . He raised his hand and caressed his soft well built chest . As he touched his chest , his eyes went directly to the pair of wings that were tattooed on his chest . In his eyes , Antonio didn’t look like the type of person that would do a tattoo . “ ….Nice body you have there…….What about these two tattoos that you have under your chest parts ?…..Do they have any special meaning or…..are they just a simple act our a rebellious teenage boy trapped in his own home ? “ said Damian looking at

"D, we have no back-up plan. Fuck. We're supposed to be lying low, not crashing a plane." Damian wrapped his arm around Victoria's waist and pulled her onto his lap. He appreciated her thorough approach to planning jobs, but this one did not require that level of complexity. She sighed heavily and settled more comfortably against him. Once more he had to wonder, how long would she'd last? Damian's line of work had a high mortality rate. He didn't get attached to the people he hired, even the ones who found their way into his bed. "Everything will go according to plan." He clicked his other screen. "The flight crew just did twelve hours from Rio to Mexico City. They're tired. Once I take over

Destroy everything. "We need a plan," I say. "A real one. Not improvised. Not—" "I have a plan." Damien's voice is cold. Determined. "But you're not going to like it." "Tell me." "We use the next two nights. Nights Nineteen and Twenty. We draw out his people. Find them. Stop them. And then on Night Twenty-One—" He looks at me. "We end him. Permanently. No more games. No more chances. We finish this."

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Isyr needed everybody aware she was theirs and theirs alone, yesterday if possible. Forcing the flies out of his mouth from how long he stood with them open, Damian’s lips stretched into a heartwarming smile that made Shaylin’s legs go weak and question the idiot who made the rule of waiting for the joining ceremony in the first place. “Let’s start this afresh, shall we? I’m Damian, head warrior of the Nightblade pack who are in attendance here tonight. You have no idea how pleased I am to finally meet you,” Damian extended a hand to Shaylin, afraid to do anything else after the warning just ensued; only Goddess herself knew how much he yearned to do so much more, but he was not ready to ris

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

They went out to meet Alpha Damien. When Damien called for the pack members, he didn't expect them to come quickly and within twenty minutes, they all met and started discussing. They began discussing the plan of ambush and that's when one of the members told him that he couldn't defeat Williams without a mate or the golden staff and book, and he told them that he didn't need them, the anger within him was enough.