Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

“Hey. You’re here now. We’re okay. You saved me. You saved us.” But then— click. The metallic sound freezes the blood in my veins. Damian doesn’t hesitate nor does he stop to think. He spins around and throws himself in front of me just as two gunshots ring out. I scream. His body jerks forward. Then he drops to his knees. “No. No, no, no, no—” I catch him before he falls completely. Blood pours from his shoulder and side like a fucking waterfall. “Kyle,” I breathe as I look past him to the man who was supposed to be dead the second time. How the fuck does this bastard keep cheating death?

Selene and Damian considered having a conversation at the park as few people were around. "How did you and my father meet?" Selene asked him. Damian sighed. “We work together at our old workplace in Cambridge. Before he left work he trusted me to leave his things in his drawer.” Damian replied somberly, "Since then, I haven't seen him; I just learned that he was killed, along with your mother. Selene paused, swallowing hard to control her tears, "Killed...so it's true that they were killed." Damian looked at her with a mixture of surprise. "Didn't Lyon tell you about it?"

He immediately looked at the door. “Wayne, why are you still standing there? Aren’t you tired?” Damien looked at Wayne curiously and asked. He did not know why he stood there. Wayne’s face became even became darker. He raised his foot, moved it, walked to Damien, and sat down beside him. He didn’t know what to say about his reaction to Damien. “You little idiot.” Wayne directly slapped Damien’s head and said. He could forget him. It seemed that he had to open his memory.

He had been close to Madison, so he’d taken the bullet for her, sidestepping the shot, and the last thing he could remember was Madison’s yell and his falling to the ground with a thud. His breathing had stopped… his heartbeat stopped… his eyelids fluttered shut… He had died. Oh no! He’d been in a coma, and as the thought echoed in his mind, Damien began to wonder just what must have happened these last few days. He took in a shaky breath, feeling sick to his stomach, and turned over in the bed again, trying once more to shift around until he could get his upper half free, and he immediately winced in pain. “Damien?” He heard his mother’s voice calling out his name worriedly, and he turned t

Headlines filled the screen, one after another, relentless and loud. MAFIA KING DAMIAN BLACKWELL DEAD AFTER BRUTAL ATTACK BLACKWELL EMPIRE LEFT WITHOUT HEIR WIDOW LYSANDRA VELEZ SEEN WAILING AT HOSPITAL TRAGEDY STRIKES AS DAMIAN BLACKWELL PRONOUNCED DEAD Sera’s breath hitched. Her fingers froze above the keyboard. Dead. She clicked one article. Then another. Then another. Every report said the same thing. Critical injuries. Massive blood loss.

However, the look on Damian’s face showed that there was more to what he told her, and she wanted to find out what it was, “ And?” She inquired, Damian looked at her softly before he continued, “Just when my father was trying his best to make Justin pay for his crimes, he got involved in a car crash that claimed his life.” He said sadly, his voice breaking down. Layla felt bad for her husband, he has gone through so much and she felt bad that she had to remind him of the same thing that once broke him. “ I’m sorry Papi,” she apologized. Damian smiled lightly, squeezed her hand slightly, and said, “ You don’t have to be, it’s not in any way your fault.”

“That’s all.” “Liar.” The single word hit harder than any bullet. I yanked my hand away, stood up, pacing the narrow space like a caged animal. “You have no right to talk to me like that.” “And you have no idea what you’ve started,” he said quietly. “Kade isn’t dead.” I froze. “What?” Damien pushed himself upright with a grimace. “I saw him. Before the blast. He was already gone before it hit. Someone helped him escape.”

Just him, the dark, and that useless rage eating him alive from the inside out. I loved it. My phone buzzed on the table. I didn’t rush. Let it ring once. Twice. Picked it up after the third like I had all the time in the world. “Yeah,” I said, my voice calm, steady. One of my guys. Leon. He sounded out of breath, like he’d jogged through hell just to spit something out. “Boss… I got something. Just confirmed. Damien… Damien’s dead.” I didn’t move.

That’s only probably the one I’ll be thanking for now. When Damian received news on Maxwell Cameron’s death, he was vacationing in Africa with his mother, sister and extended family. Mrs. McLaren told him that she wouldn’t mind if he needs to travel overseas to pay his last respects, but he only replied that he will go once their trip is over. “A man whose respect I highly gave and then become worse makes me lose all the respect I have for him,” he remembered saying that statement to his sister when she told him that their mother was disappointed over his reaction to the death. “I will pay my respect in my own time.”