Injustice 2 Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

“This isn’t your fault. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” They sat like that, the silence broken only by Zara’s trembling breaths. In his office, Damian sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes fixed on the grainy footage Christian had sent. The timestamp ticked across the corner of the screen as he watched Jaxon fight—throwing punches, holding his ground like the soldier he was. But then, a brutal blow to the head sent him staggering. In the next moment, masked men dragged his limp body toward a waiting van.

He wondered if maybe there was a way to steer Damian away from this dark path and help him see reason. Deep down, Dawson couldn't shake the feeling that love should never lead to violence, especially not towards innocent people. He knew he had to find a way to approach Damian, to make him understand the devastating consequences of his actions. Taking a deep breath, Dawson Sebastiand himself for a difficult confrontation. He knew it wouldn't be easy to challenge Damian's beliefs, but the well-being of everyone involved outweighed any discomfort. Dawson resolved to approach the conversation with empathy and understanding, hoping to remind Damian of the values they shared and the potential cons

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.

My face was swollen, my ribs felt like they had been cracked, and my arms were too weak to push myself up from the cold concrete floor. Damian had let me go after the brutal beating, but not before making sure I understood the message. He had ordered his men to clean up the mess—the two dead cops who had been assigned to protect me. “No body, no case,” he had said casually, as if disposing of two lives was just another part of his daily routine. I had underestimated him. I thought he was just another power-hungry businessman, someone who played within the boundaries of the law when necessary. But I had been wrong. Damian was ruthless, precise, and terrifyingly efficient. He didn’t just send

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

Jonathan replied angrily, but he has an underlying feeling that it could be Damian. "Did you see Damian today? I heard from Brown that some of Damian's men got injured in a drug deal battle with some other drug lords, and they were being treated in the hospital. Although this is Damian's territory, so I don't think those foolish men will go after you when they don't have enough information that you are Damian's woman," Jonathan said the last words with anger on his face, and he saw Alicia look away from him. Alicia even moved away from his embrace.

“I’m only doing this to save face. To protect my reputation.” “Like I’d believe that.” “Believe whatever you want. Call the police and hand him over,” Damian instructed, walking away. He suddenly stopped and turned, a smile creeping onto his face. Jackson was nervous, knowing well that Damian was thinking of something sinister. Every time Damian smiled like that, it meant blood was coming. “I want you to dig out all his corruption. I want him to spend his life behind bars after clearing her name. By then, I’ll be able to deal with him in prison as I see fit.”

I just couldn't hold back anymore. I felt so hurt but my heart was hurt even more.. “ Of course…” Damian calmly answered and I pounced at him angrily.. “you're a monster! I hate you so much!” I kept punching his chest ignoring the fact that he was injured… He grabbed my hands and stopped me from hitting him.. “You're the one to talk… What do we call your fathers who sold my family's information to the Yakuza in Japan and my entire family ended up getting burned alive while I was made to watch?” Damian was also angry as he spoke as I was at a loss of words..

West Baltimore. Sebastian had not boarded the jet. The cartel boss had remained in New York, disappearing into the violent underworld to hunt down the ghost who had orchestrated the forged evidence. Damian did not question his absence. Sebastian would tear the city apart to find the architect of this nightmare, leaving Damian free to handle the only thing that mattered. Getting his family back. The jet came to a complete halt. The heavy cabin door lowered, letting in a blast of bitter winter wind. Damian descended the metal stairs and walked directly toward the dark SUV waiting on the runway. He did not bring a security detail. He took the keys from the airport staff, got behind the steering

I just couldn't hold back anymore. I felt so hurt but my heart was hurt even more.. “ Of course…” Damian calmly answered and I pounced at him angrily.. “you're a monster! I hate you so much!” I kept punching his chest ignoring the fact that he was injured… He grabbed my hands and stopped me from hitting him.. “You're the one to talk… What do we call your fathers who sold my family's information to the Yakuza in Japan and my entire family ended up getting burned alive while I was made to watch?” Damian was also angry as he spoke as I was at a loss of words..