Injustice 2 Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

I said, hugging him. He wept bitterly in my arms, shaking uncontrollably. I patted his back, whispering soothing words to him. A day later, we went to visit Axel. He greeted Damian and me politely. “Axel, I understand your grievance. I was still a young boy when my father did what he did. I apologize on behalf of my father and I sincerely hope that you forgive the sins of my father” Damian said. “I may not forgive the sins of your father but Luna has made me understand that I would be no different from him if I wiped out an innocent pack.” He said, darting his gaze towards me.

"Burn this place to the ground. Leave nothing behind." "Please!" He turns around. It's the bartender, on his hands and knees a few feet away from him. He's in his late twenties, maybe. Around his age. "I have nothing to do with this, man. I don't even know you. I'm not going to say anything, just let me go! Please!" Damien kills the man himself. He knows that there's no truth in his words. They always run to the cops, they never keep their word.

The heavy reinforced door of the Maybach clicked and swung open. Damian stepped into the frame. He looked like a dark god of war disguised as a billionaire executive. His charcoal-grey suit fit his broad shoulders perfectly, concealing the dark leather harness holding his custom tactical firearm beneath his arm. His stormy grey eyes met mine, instant warmth cutting through his cold, lethal aura. "It’s time," Damian said, extending a hand to me. I took his hand, letting his crushing, reassuring strength pull me out of the vehicle. He didn't let go immediately. He pulled me close, his thumb lightly brushing across my knuckles, his dark gaze scanning my face for any sign of panic.

So they kept quiet. Damien, for the sake of his pride and curiosity, decided to stay by the border till sunset. He still had little hope that she would come, but once the sun was slowly retiring from the sky, he knew that that hope had to be squashed immediately. A moment of calm came upon him after the realization. He was still shaking with anger, although he knew that just being angry wouldn’t take him anywhere. He had to take action and use brute force as he should. About Cassandra, he would deal with her once he gets her. He would make sure to give her the punishment she deserves after killing those Lyacns in front of her. But first he was going to deal with his old friend firsthand. He

Colby wrinkled face. Mr. Colby Brooke and Mr. Samuel Knight were best friends from college, they were the one who build Knight. inc from scratch and made it New York most prestigious and richest modeling agency, they both work over the clock for Kinght.inc to reach at it top place however Mr. Colby was one of most corrupted and dangerous member of BOD in Knight.inc, he had many crimes under also his hands were bloodied with many people, Samuel Knight was well aware of his all illegal activities yet he kept quiet and waited for Ethan to turn 18.

But Damian’s mind raced, searching for a way out. “Now!” the guard shouted, his finger hovering over the trigger. Damian’s gaze met Maya’s, a silent understanding passing between them. “Drake,” Damian said softly. “Yeah?” “Duck.” In a flash, Damian lunged forward, disarming the nearest guard with a swift strike. Chaos erupted as the team fought back, their movements a symphony of calculated violence. Sage'sheart pounded as she fired at a guard, her focus razor-sharp. Damian moved like a force of nature, his every action deliberate and lethal.

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.

“Yes! I want a brother!” I laughed. “We’ll have to see how that works out.” “Congratulations to the both of you,” Wayne said. “I’m happy for all three of you.” “Well, you stole my thunder,” Damion said. I turned to look at him. “How did I steal your thunder?” He dropped to one knee, fishing in his pocket. “I planned to do this later, but I figure now that I’ve knocked you up, I better make an honest woman of you right away.”

The room filled with tension so sharp it almost hummed. Damian stopped a few steps away. “You got something.” “Yes.” “From Marcus.” “Yes.” Another pause. “Let me explain.” “Before or after I ask why your stepbrother has legal access to assets you swore were clean?” she asked, finally turning to face him. Damian’s jaw tightened. “They weren’t clean,” he admitted. “They were weapons.” Her heart skipped. “Weapons?” “Against him,” Damian said. “Insurance I built years ago, back when I believed exposure was the only language Marcus understood.”

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"