Damian Wayne Birthday Novels & Stories

"I want my shipments back otherwise I won't stop her next time..." Damian threatened him and left the office followed by his people. ***** "He didn't gave it back..." Jack informed damian and he cursed Xavier. "That fucker won't listen like this, looks like he need some motivation..." Damian smirked and looked at jack. "He has a son right ?..." "Yes 5 years old..." Jack answered... "Kidnap him..." Damian ordered and jack nodded.

“Why wouldn’t it be? He needs us now. After what he’s experienced, he needs to learn trust, and I know having him here will make you happy.” “Thank you so much for understanding Damian.” She tells me. “So Tristan wasn't able to find out when he was born, so we're going to have to pick a date for him.” I tell he and she scrunches up her brows as she's thinking. “Well, we know he was born this month, so how about we give him the first, yes his birthday is the 1st of August.” She says with a huge smile on her face.

Gay Me: His birthday is coming, did you know? Lucas: Ya ya. Bitch is turning 21 before us! Me: I know, right? I think you should get him a hamster. Lucas: I would get him a brain. My phone gets a notification right then and so I change the chats. My eyes light up when I see Officer Damian's name on the top of my chat list. Officer Damian: :) Cute.

“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.

He uttered. “Wait Axel… you do? What do you mean by my real birthday?" She questioned as she walked towards Louis. “The woman who took you in didn't know the real date you were born or she might have forgotten because it is stated you were born September 26th but in reality, you were born August 7th. At least, according to Damian" He murmured and Dahlia frowned and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head. “Your birthday could be the code" I uttered and she turned to me.

“Ari, can I call you back?” “Sure,” I responded, collapsing onto my bed. Lying there, I tried to figure out what Tony meant to me. I couldn’t shake the thought; I tend to latch onto things until they consume me. My phone chimed; it was a notification from one of those media outlets I subscribed to. ‘Damon Wesley celebrates his fiancée’s birthday.’ It was posted four hours ago.

“Let’s go change your shoe, Aria. They will wear out your heels !” “I’m fine. Plus, the wedding still going on!” “Come on, you have nothing to do with the later part. Or are you going to grab the bouquet again? You are still a teenager, so there is no point for you to catch it!” Aria raised her head thoughtfully and said, “Damian, I will be an adult tomorrow. Today is my 18th birthday!” Her birthday fell on the same day as her wedding. As a result, she didn’t expect anyone to remember this fact.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

I said. "He had a really good time." "He did" I said. He was quiet for a second and then he said "Thank you for letting me be here." "He's your son" I said. "This was never a question." Damian nodded. He started to say something else and then didn't. He helped me carry the last of the plates to the kitchen and then said he needed to leave before the end because he had an early shift. He went and found Nathan and crouched down and said "Happy birthday, bud."

He picked it up, flipping it open. Happy Birthday, Damian. His expression remained completely flat. Damian did not celebrate his birthday. He found absolutely no value in the day, no happiness in marking the passage of time. It was the anniversary of his mother's death—a useless, entirely trivial date to him now, buried under years of calculated apathy. He had only considered acknowledging it this year because Aria had seemed so quietly determined to do something special for him. His desk phone buzzed, the intercom flashing with Marcus’s extension. The security briefing was ready.