Damian Wayne Older Novels & Stories

He summoned Lucien to his office. He walked in, scanning both of us. His gaze stopped at me and he narrowed his eyes “Is everything okay? Have you been crying?” He asked. He turned to Damian “What did you do to her?” He asked, his eyes blazing with fury. “Lucien please calm down, Damian has something important to tell you” I pleaded. He pulled out a seat and sat down “Okay?” He asked. Damian fumbled with his fingers “My mother isn't dead” He said, Lucien’s gaze widened.

The old woman asked after noticing the fresh scar on his cheek. "I fell grandma, I tripled outside"he replied. "Look at me...I know you were in a fight again. Weren't you?" She asked. "Don't worry grandma. I don't fight and get into trouble anymore. I know what am doing?" Damian replied. "Did Annie oversleep? Look at the time? I will go and wake her" the old woman stood in an attempt to go wake Annie. "No, grandma she left already" Damian covered up for his sister.

They stood in silence, the storm raging around them. Back at the packhouse, Damian sat alone in his office. The maps were forgotten. Reports unread. His eyes were on the rain-slicked window, and in his hand was a faded photo—an old pack gathering, long before the war. In it, Lena’s father stood tall, proud, smiling. Damian had once looked up to him. But that was before everything had changed. He had made choices. Hard ones. And now, the past had returned in the form of the girl who haunted his thoughts more than she should.

"Tell me about your childhood. Before your parents died. What was your relationship with Roman like?" Damian thought back. It felt like a lifetime ago—a different world entirely. "We were inseparable," he said quietly. "Being twins, everyone always compared us. But we didn't care. We had our own language practically. Could finish each other's sentences. We did everything together—baseball, camping trips, sneaking out to parties in high school." "What's your best memory with him?" Damian closed his eyes, and suddenly he was twelve years old again. --- Flashback: Fourteen Years Ago

“But then, you and Damien didn’t even date so how’d do I expect you to know what’s a relationship is. You’re just a teenager.” Was he really pulling the teenager card? Her birthday was soon, very soon. But that would barely change a thing. Arya didn’t think she was young for anything, at least not young enough to make big things happen. Damien had taken over the company when he was in his mid teens. And he shouldn’t forget it was that teenager his best friend married. If being a teenager was that bad then Damien shouldn’t have married her. “You are just talking a lot of nonsense at the same time. Honestly, my head can’t keep up with the gibberish.” Arya sighed, looking away from him.

It's just a little tender. The month living with Damian has been amazing. It was Damian's birthday which means he's now 43 and still as sexy as ever. I was still in pain which meant we stayed in the house but his friends came to see him and gave him presents. I bought him a new phone after I saw the old device he was using. He told me it was too much but he was very grateful. I like spoiling him, I have more than enough money to do it so why not? "What are you doing? You'll hurt yourself!" Damian shouts when he comes into the living room to see me working out. I laugh as I do another sit up.

"You understand my situation and are very much aware of how dangerous it is for you to keep coming here." "You need not bother yourself about that. Besides, I look fine. Do I look like who's dying anytime soon?" Mark asked, assessing himself. He couldn't tell the same for Damien, though. With the appearance of a twenty-five-year-old, tall, domineering, he was, in fact, old. Damien was times six of the present age, he was assuming. Mark was right, Damien mused. He looked hale and hearty and wasn't even exhibiting any of the symptoms of the others.

Friendship. “Ave, listen,” Damian sighed and stared right into her brown eyes. “I lost my virginity years ago, and I don't even remember how, when, where, and with who. And it kills me, it kills me that I did it with so many girls that I can't remember. It kills me that I gave my body and took bodies without meanings, and Ave, I don't want you to make the same mistake.” Avery felt sad because of Damian's sudden confession. He never talked about his old relationships. She only knew that he wasn't a virgin anymore, but not in such a bad way.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.