Damian Wayne Weapon Novelas e Histórias

It had chains around its arms, but its mouth moved and whispered words I couldn't hear. "What is that?" I spoke softly. Damien's smile got bigger. This is one of my early tries. Of course not as smart as you. But they are still useful in some way. It made my stomach hurt. "You are testing things on people." "Not people. Weapons.” His eyes moved slowly over me and stayed there for a while. "And you, sweetheart, are the perfect plan." I wouldn't flinch. "I'll never give in." He took a step back, and his face became more serious. "Let's see."

" Damian gave a brief, almost imperceptible smile. His eyes were fixed on Leonard, who didn't look away. He was challenging Damian. "If I pull this trigger and release it just like that..." Damian lowered his head slightly, applying more pressure to Leonard. "Then, suddenly, it'll be like, 'Boom!' You're there, helpless, Uncle. And the only people who know what the murder weapon looks like are the witnesses here." Leonard let out a short laugh. "Are you planning to use it to silence me?" Damian reached for his gun, but he was still sitting down. "Would I do this to my best partner? Uncle Leonard?"

Damian answered as he walked closer to him and shot him on this second leg. He screamed out louder when he felt the injury pierce his skin. Damian didn’t stop there and went ahead to shoot his two hands so he would be paralyzed. “Arghhhhh!!!!!!!!!” Grey screamed out louder. “I should use you as a scape goat to anyone that tries to cross me. Be it friend or foe. They always die miserably.” Damian said as he finally released the last bullet on his forehead. The door was suddenly barged open, revealing Mark who had a blood splattered on his face and body.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

"I was prepared for your so called plan big brother, I knew killing you will not be an easy thing but I am determined to do it today and no one can stop me... And now your bitch is also not here to stop me.." Roy said evilly... In reality Roy had no clue that Damian will be prepared for his attack and kill all his men. Thankfully he has set cameras in the warehouse and the woman who was with him watched everything sitting at home. When Damian killed all Roy's men she quickly ordered other men to attack the warehouse... "Let's not waste time, I am tired of all this drama..." Roy said bored ... "Kill him..." He ordered his men...

“Say, do you have a powerful smite spell as a priest or something poisonous that I can drink? I don’t feel like walking. Waking up in the church is quicker.” Surprised that Damian asked to be killed as a shortcut, Zen wondered if friendly fire was allowed. He did not have such spells or poisonous substances in his inventory. However, he had weapons on him that might do the trick. “If it works, it might hurt a lot,” Zen warned. “Close your eyes. I don’t feel good attacking another person, especially someone on my team.” Laughing, Damian beckoned for Zen to stab him in the jugular correctly. One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be.

***OMNISCIENT*** Damian grunted as he jumped over the fence and landed on the ground with his hands. Four guards rushed at them immediately and the instant they raised their gun to shoot, he dashed at one of them, twisted the gun out of his grip and raised his knee suddenly to jab the guard in the jaw. The guard stumbled backward and before he could recover, Damian swung the gun in his head, knocking the guard out immediately. Damain sighed and held the gun properly before facing the others.

Damian had only one arm left. Blood was gurgling out of his wound and staining the ground on his feet with red. At a distance not far away, Gerald’s face was fully written with shock as he said excitedly, “He’s a pre-celestial fighter who can condense his energy… Yet he can’t even take one punch from Dr. Yarde…” It was only now he realized how much he had underestimated Kayson. Damian controlled his energy around his body and stopped the bleeding.

Diablo said with a smile. The little girl went to her father, hiding from Damien. He paid her no attention to her and helped himself to a seat. “Did you find the name of the trader that sold the bomb. That’s the last piece of information I need to file a case.” Damien took out a file from the suit case he came with. “A case against this Debby?” Diablo raised a brow. “You’ve gone quite soft. Why not send some good men to beat her up? It won’t cost you a dime if you want me to help.”