Damian Wayne Grandfather Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

Christy’s father added, “Are you here to mock us or to see our reaction?” Franklin’s jaw tightened. He hated being blamed for Christy’s choices. “I don’t want Christy with anyone else—least of all my grandfather. Do you know how humiliating that is?” Both parents went still, stunned into silence for a full minute. Christy had never told them that. Christy’s mother asked carefully, “What did you just say?” Feeling worse for having to repeat it, Franklin forced the words out. “Christy is dating my grandfather—Winchester. He’s my grandfather.”

"Don't worry. No one will get to bully you." I leaned into his arms, sniffling, "My finger hurts so much. Thank goodness you came when you did…" Dylan was staring fixedly at us, completely ignoring Lily's screams as he suddenly said, "Dad, you're being too close to Wendy. That's improper—just put her down. I know I've made a mistake…" "What's improper?" John snapped. "And quit using Wendy's first-name. She is your elder—I will be marrying her next month."

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damion answered. Wayne grinned, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be damned.” “Did you know him?” “Oh, about a million years ago. We were both young and wild and running the rodeo circuit. None of us were any good at it, but we enjoyed the partying and the thrill of the ride.” “My grandfather?” Damion asked with surprise. “I didn’t know he followed the rodeo.” Wayne chuckled. “It’s not one of those things a guy would want to brag about. He probably didn’t want you to know, worried you would follow in his footsteps.”

Damian sat in his office, eyes glued to the documents Ron had just brought in. The place was silent since his house was far from the town. There was no sounds of cars passing because no one even knew there was a house there. ’How did grandpa grab this land? Why did he choose such a remote area and how come dad knew nothing about it?" Damian thought with a frown. His maternal grandfather had a lot of wealth that was supposed to passed be passed to his mother, since she was the only child his wife could bear. Growing up, Damian learnt from the abusive relationship his parents shared that his dad married his mom for wealth.

Damian’s voice rang out sharply as he rushed toward them, his face etched with panic and fury. Before Amelia had a chance to utter a single word, Damian shot her a biting inquiry. "How exactly are you taking care of my grandpa? The second you showed up, he ended up like this!" His harsh tone shut down her attempts to explain, and her mouth, which had parted to respond, sealed tightly again. Damian had already cast his verdict, nothing she said would ever change his opinion. “She even coaxed Grandpa into handing over our family house right after Grandpa gets discharged!" Eve jumped in, her tone thick with accusation.

“Pat, he was congratulating us on our engagement.” “Hmm, we have been so busy that we haven’t gotten time to meet.” “I only have a few friends. When I get the time, I will introduce you to them.” “Okay.” Before they headed to bed, Damian received a call from his grandfather. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, so he did not bother to pick up the call. But soon after, his grandmother called. His grandmother had taken care of him like he was her own son, and he loved her a lot. It was because of her that he turned out to be the man he is today, so there was no way he was going to ignore her call.

She was always the one who wanted everything to happen right away. “Almost, sweetheart,” I replied with a soft smile, turning back to Damian. “They’re getting antsy.” Damian chuckled softly. “Just a few more minutes, Em. Grandpa and Grandma are waiting for you.” Their eyes lit up at the mention of their grandparents. Damian’s parents had become such an important part of our lives, and it wasn’t just because of their wealth or status. They were loving and warm, the kind of grandparents every child deserved to have. I’d seen a different side of Damian when he was with them—softer, more relaxed, the playful side that he rarely showed anyone else.

“But after your father died in disgrace and your mother left with you, your branch became a stain on the Barron name. You should’ve been grateful we let you come back.” He turned, resentment burning in his eyes. “And now Grandpa gives you the whole company? That was supposed to be mine.” Why Damian—the one everyone once scorned—was the one who won, Caleb couldn’t accept. With their grandfather gone and Aria present—someone he believed ignorant—Caleb finally let his bitterness spill free. Even in her past life, Aria had never known much about Damian’s childhood. Hearing this now, she grew quiet, her thoughts racing. Whatever had happened clearly traced back to his parents.