Damian Wayne Birthday Novels & Stories

He knows how Damian waited patiently while dying to be with her. They had to leave Westland two weeks ago so as to arrive on time for her 20th birthday. Every year, it was a tradition for Damian to count her age in all her birthdays, the whole act was abnormal that he started thinking that the Baron was going crazy until he told him about both of them and why he needed to do it, because of that, he also started anticipating for her 20th birthday so he could finally marry her. Although he didn’t smile or laugh, he could tell how happy Damian was when they arrived here in the north, which is why now he could not understand the reason for his anger.

I asked, with my voice a bit high. "A birthday celebration. Since he couldn't have his desired party on his birthday, he decided to have it now, "Damian explained under his breath, moving the strands of his messy brown hair away from his face. "Does that explain why he didn't tell me? Was that the reason? Where is he?" I bawled with furrowed brows, peering at him. "Judian, you need to unwind, please. I'll go call Hudson out, just calm down and......"

“They left this.” Damian took it, reading silently. His jaw tightened. “They’re taunting us. Using symbolism to make it a game.” Eli nodded slowly. “So what’s their next move?” Damian folded the note, slipping it into his pocket. “Not theirs,” he said quietly. “Ours.” It my birthday Guys 🥳

Wayne looked at her and shake his head negatively as he walked to sit next to her on bed. "Are you gonna tell me then?" "Damon... He was my highschool sweetheart and my best friend." "Oh.." Wayne mouthed and while Diana waited to hear him say something else, Wayne didn't. "Is that all you can say?" "I dunno what to say." Wayne chuckle and face palm himself. "That my brother is your Ex?" Diana didn't say anything. "We will be going back to New York tomorrow. You should get some sleep, I need one too." Wayne said and climb on the bed , covering himself with a duvet.

Blake said, throwing the juice box to the floor, while storming out to the entrance door. Damian sighed with his eyes closed, turned to give Cassie his back, and murmured a hushed “Fuck.” But Cassie just stared at him, with sorry in her eyes. “He’s had a hard time without his mother,” said Damian, still giving Cassie his back, “The day he turned ten, he remembered that his mother died while giving birth to him.” He paused, “That made him kind of moody before puberty.” Damian chuckled. Cassie made a soft chuckle, but her face went straight to worry again, “He seems very attached to you.” Cassie said, looking where Blake had stormed off, then back at Damian.

“Come on… it's my birthday, I get to make a wish.” “Birthdays are for wishes,” Aldwin winked. “I got you a cake earlier, remember? Or has your memory failed you?” Aldwin teased. They all laughed. “Birthday boy wants more. Oliver twist,” Damian added. They all laughed again. Damian was the third of Aldwin's friends. Unlike Tommy and Aldwin, he was a millionaire, having inherited his wealth. He had recently started his own gaming start-up. “My man, you took a bold move with TechGiant,” Damian said, clinking his wine glass against Tommy's.

“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.”

"I— I know today's your birthday. What I don't know is why you're taking me with you?" "Well, as you know, I have a very important competition in February. I don't have much time to party or unwind so I'm going all out for my birthday this year. And you've been tagging along to all my trainings the past few weeks and I'm sure you want a breather too. This is your chance." Damien's smile broadened as he added, "Ain't I a considerate boss?" "No, you're not!" She countered promptly. "And I'm leaving!"

A man like that deserved to be killed. Damian slowly stood up. His eyes turned cold, and he began exuding an invisible air of dominance. "We will rebuild the Shadow Sanctum by starting with Benedict!" Kane was overjoyed. Brimming with zeal, he spoke up once more, his eyes gleaming with hostility, "Benedict will be celebrating his 50th birthday on the 7th of next month, sir. Why won't we spill his blood on his birthday in honor of our fallen comrades?" "You can make the arrangements," Damian said. "I'll only be in charge of the killing."

“The parents said they're throwing a buffet for us.” “Yes, they’re so sweet. Hold on, let me connect Damian.” She tapped at her screen and in an instant, my phone screen split into two. Damian was already in his office, seated on the executive chair. “Is that Nat?” “Hello, brother,” I greeted. Damian stood and strode to the windows. “Happy birthday, old man.” I chuckled. “We’re the same age, remember?” “Exactly,” he smirked. “But at least I’ve lived a little. Tell me, Nat… have you tasted the forbidden fruit yet, or are you still keeping that halo polished?”