Damian Wayne Costumes Novels & Stories

Damian said, and added “ This is life ” They parked near a shady alley and Damian stepped out of the driver’s seat. He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. So far from royal robes and ceremonial armor he may as well have been someone else entirely. He was no longer a prince today. Just a twenty year old guy with too much energy and a hunger for something real, for his mate and freedom. “You look like the love interest in a high school drama,” Kevin smirked. “If the girls weren’t staring before, they definitely will now.”

I opened my office door and froze. Damian was sitting on the edge of the table while talking on his Bluetooth – his long muscular legs stretched out, the ankles crossing each other, hands folded in front of his muscular chest. He was wearing a white shirt with a dark brown tie and a khaki waistcoat. His trousers were the same khaki color as his waistcoat, and his shoes were dark brown. He looked so good; it was ridiculous how good he looked.

Damian murmured softly, pecking Celine's cheek. "Good morning." Celine responded happily, smiling at him. Damian took a step towards her and pulled her into a hug. When he let go of her, he pulled the covers down to reveal the fact that her pajamas consisted of nothing more than a pair of white panties and a sports bra. Celine rolled her eyes and pushed Damian playfully. "You know exactly why I woke up like this, Damian Wayne." She said with a smirk. Damian chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes, dear wife. You always wear less clothes when I spend the night with you."

She had ruined us in many ways. I wasn't even in the mood to smile as I stared back at myself in the mirror. Damian had insisted I didn’t come, saying it was his battle to fight. And even though he assured me that this wasn't a big case, the court hearing would only make things official and put everything to a close. Damian walked into the room, already dressed up in his three piece suit. He looked absolutely amazing. His hair was perfectly combed and his jaw was clean shaven, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and making his blue eyes even more intense.

he says walking past his chatting brothers, straight to the door. We all walk down the dark-ish streets, it's only getting darker as the sun sets. Damian is wearing a white tank top revealing his muscled arms and a pair of black basketball shorts. Tommy is wearing a green shirt that looks so big for him and matching baggy shorts. Jason is wearing a tight black shirt that hugs his muscled chest with baggy black shorts. They all look so similar yet so different, I can't even describe it.

I spoke through clenched teeth. “Why?” Damien tilted his head to one side and the large sapphire in his left ear caught the overhead light and caused light to scatter on the wall behind me. And that was when I noticed that Damien wasn’t dressed in his usual dark shirts and dress pants, but instead, he had on a dark red velvet jacket with intricate red on red designs on the front and cuffs, paired with black pants and the clothing were paired with his family jewelry. A sapphire and emerald encrusted chain necklace fit for a king and the sapphire earring on one ear and he also wore the gold ring with his family crest on it. “Because it’s rude.” I answered his previous question after I had fini

Damian whispered in my ear as he pulled me toward him. He was wearing a jet black tux with little vines stitched into the hems. Kelly had made it, so we matched perfectly. His hair was slicked back and his perfect beard was on point, as always. “You look pretty good yourself.” I laughed at him. “Alright, you two! No sexy time before we get to dance.” Brittany said excitedly. Pulling my head back because Damian was not letting go, “Where are we on everything?”

"Besides that Damien." "Mhhhh what you wearing underneath that dress, and how soft your skin would feel like," Damien replied. Raven looked at Damien and saw that he was enjoying himself, but she knew that two could play this game. Raven flipped her hair a bit, "I mean my skin is very soft and I do prefer to wear lace most of the time." Damien bit his lip at her answer, "Is that so?" "Yeah, it's a fact." "Want to feel something?" Damien asked.

She had walked him to walk into them, grab, and continue with Alex. By the time she walked into the room, the three RAD brothers were already in the living room waiting for her. Damian was dressed in a black compressor top that hugged his muscles and biceps while accentuating the broadness of his muscles and sculptured chest. Underneath, he had black joggers that sat dangerously on his lower waist, teasing more than they showed. His tousled hair was messy and his body was sweaty and sticky. He looked like he was just stepping out of the gym.

Damian stood tall, powerful, the kind of man who looked like he could break worlds in half—and yet, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me made me feel like the only thing he wanted to hold was me. He was wearing a deep yellow tunic with intricate gold embroidery down the sides. It hugged his torso, emphasizing the breadth of his chest and the slimness of his waist. The color… it was so unlike him. But it worked. Damn, it worked. “You…” I breathed. “You look breathtaking.” He grimaced immediately. “My brothers forced this on me. Something about tradition and sunshine and symbolism,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. I laughed. “They were right. It’s perfect.”