Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

Damien said. For a moment neither of them spoke. The fire continued to burn quietly behind them. Damien finally broke the silence. “He had already made the deal with the prosecutor.” Robin Hood nodded. “Which means he had every reason to stay alive.” Damien’s expression hardened. “No one about to walk out of prison kills himself.” Robin Hood’s gaze remained steady. “Exactly.” Damien leaned forward again. “So someone silenced him.” Robin Hood nodded slowly. “And his wife and child disappear the same night.”

Damian said he wanted us to go on this trip now, that we were young and healthy, after listening to my former CEO talk about how he would love to go on a world tour after his wife recovers. His wife died a few weeks after the party. God bless her soul. Tomorrow is not certain, what we have is now. We should do all we can, in making it count. We bid our farewells to our friends and family before we took off. My mum and his mum would be taking care of Alex before we get back. "So Mrs. Anderson, now that we are alone, what do you need from me, name anything you need, and you will have it," Damian said seductively.

"Bad guys get what's coming to them eventually. Let's just wait. When my boss comes looking for me, his life will become a living hell." With that, Sam turned and left as if he'd never been there. Torven sped out of there, not easing up on the gas until that voice finally faded from his ears. Only then did he slow down. Wyatt had definitely killed her, so why had he heard her voice just now? Torven had no clue what was going on. He suddenly pulled over and yanked the cloth out of Damian's mouth. "Did Wyatt actually kill her or not?" Damian froze. "You know she's dead. It was trending online for two days."

Simons said as soon as he spotted Damian. "What's happening?" Damian asked. "We don't know how it happened but he's gone. He couldn't make it," The doctor said a little bit sad. "But you said he was out of danger?" Damian said, his eyes narrowed at the doctor. "He was….but I don't know what happened," the doctor said. Damian groaned angrily, his fingers balled into tight fists when Ron came in. "Everything alright sir?" He asked, concern in his tone. "That asshole died. He died without telling me who wants my wife dead.I wish I could just kill him," Damian groaned in anger. He was really pissed, he was acting like a bull who had been provoked. He was charged and ready to destroy something.

… As the doctor rushed to the ER with the stretcher cart, Damon yelled at those in the way, "Get out of the way!" Waylon was wearing an oxygen mask, and his face was filled with blood. The door to the ER slammed shut, and the red light came on. Damon punched the wall in anger, and the others who came after him stopped in their tracks, their faces full of shock. One of them came forward and asked, “How is Master Wayne?” Damon replied dejectedly. “I was too late. Master Wayne is seriously injured.”

Someone knocked at the door. "I got it!" Damian said. "Ah, hey, Killian," he smiled at the tall guy. "Hey, Dam. How are you?" "You're late, I thought you got out of school early." "I did, but I met William after," Killian blushed. "He asked me to come to his house the next week." "What? Already?" Damian raised an eyebrow. "He just wants to watch a movie and order pizzas." "Are you sure about that? He seems like there’s more than that,"

It was cold, precise, heavy with grief. I looked up to see Damian’s mother standing there, her eyes red-rimmed but hard, an impenetrable shield of calm grief. Her hand rested on the edge of the reception desk, knuckles white. My chest tightened as her gaze swept over me, and I sensed immediately that whatever news she carried, it was not good. “Where’s Damian?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head slowly. “He… he didn’t make it, Vivian.”

“Where is Adrian?!” My chest tightened. “Damian,” I whispered, so soft I barely heard myself say it. My knees felt weak underneath me. This wasn’t possible. Damian was dead. I got the call five years ago, that night. I saw the news about the crash, how the wreckage was too damaged for anyone to be identified. I had mourned him. I buried that grief a long time ago. So how was he standing here, alive, screaming in the middle of Adrian’s lobby?

"The message says they know how Alex really died. What is that supposed to mean?" The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. "You know how he died, Damian," I whispered, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. "It was an accident. The police report—" "I know what the police report said," Damian interrupted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "But I also know my brother. He was a safe driver. He didn't just lose control of his car on a clear night. And you... you were the last person to see him alive. You two had an argument before he got into that car."

Though it happened in my past life, just the mention of it made me shake with anger. Damian's hands were trembling as he grabbed my shoulders. "That's because Heidi lied to me! I thought she was the one who saved me, so I agreed to fake my death, leave with her and disappear! "I swear I thought of settling down with you!" His chest heaved with every ragged breath as he continued, "I'll make it up to you, Carla. I won't go anywhere, and I'll stay right here by your side. If your dad gets sick as he did in our past lives, I'll help you nurse him."