Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but the place was nearly empty, save for an older man reading a newspaper in the corner. Damian sat at a small table by the window, his expression serious as always. He was in his late forties, with sharp features and graying hair at his temples. He looked up as Lena approached, motioning for her to sit. “What’s going on?” Lena asked, lowering her voice as she sat across from him. Damian glanced around, ensuring they weren’t being watched, before he spoke. “I’ve been talking to someone on the inside—a guy who’s been reluctant to come forward until now. He’s deep within the law enforcement apparatus that the network’s been influencing. And he

“Nothing. Just come please.” “That bastard did something,” Damian muttered and punched the steering wheel. He started the car and drove as fast as he could. He found Avery waiting for him in front of the bloc. She was pale and looked tired and cold. He got out of the car and ran to her. “Ave, what happened?” he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. “He wasn't gentle,” Avery mumbled, staring at her shoes. “Asshole,” Damian frowned. “Where the hell is he?! I need to fucking kill him!”

"Yes, you took the lives of six people at once very easily. I wasn't like that myself. I'm not someone who would easily take someone's life. We work in different ways. For that reason, you must know your opponent's criteria before you attempt to attack." Damian then stepped on Jovan's hand that was supporting his body in pain, pressing it firmly with the shoe he was wearing. And the sound of Jovan's roar was something he enjoyed quite a bit. After dealing with Jovan, Damian met Harvest who was in a bad shape too. His body was covered with whip marks. Damian faced him flatly. He looked more tired than usual. He looked at Harvest whose hands were bound helplessly. "Aren't you satisfied yet? I

“I should thank him. His paranoia is the best weapon I have.” He picked up Jake’s photograph next. Jake standing outside the precinct, jaw tight, eyes cold, a man shaped by duty and loss. Jake Walker. The only one who might have matched Damien’s ruthlessness if he’d chosen a different life. Damien lifted the picture higher, studying it. “You won’t know who to trust,” Damien mused. “Not your partner. Not your lover. Not even yourself.” He turned the photo over. A single name was written in sleek black ink.

Ana threatened as her vision blurs and whirl, The night soil man resisted immediately, perhaps, he was rather early, he should have waited when she does not have any hope or choice to calm her burning garden. Staggering outside the hall, Luckily Ana found Alpha Damian in the midst of two noble Alphas and Beta, burning with desire she clung unto him right there. "Dam! I need... I need y..." She stuttered holding onto his leather jacket, with great rage Alpha Damian pushed her away so hard she fell to the ground, the by standers all gasped, and the scene attracted so many eyes. "How dare this lowly omega touch me? What's the job of the Guards? She should be executed at once for even touching t

I said finally. That word hung in the air. Simple. But heavy. Damian nodded slowly. “I thought so.” Another silence followed. This one deeper. Less chaotic. More reflective. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “She said she reacted,” he said quietly. I nodded. “Yes.” “And Ezekiel?” “He wasn’t the only one,” I added. Damian exhaled slowly. “That means there are still people inside my system,” he said. I didn’t deny it. Because it was already clear.

“Ro’s been shot…” “I’m on my way.” Austin hung up. Damian rushed down the stairs seeing Gunner standing by one of their men he rushed over to him punching him in the face. Remembering how desperate Andre sounded because this asshole didn’t answer him on the comms. Gunner fell to the ground. Stunned, he looked at Damian. “What the fuck is your problem?” he glared at Damian. “My fucking problem is that your fucking boss was shot because you weren’t there!” Damian shouted.

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

“Right now. And I will give you the children and the drive. You can walk away from all of this.” Damien looked at me. His finger was on the trigger. I stood there. I did not move. Liam and Rose were watching. My mother was waiting. Damien’s hand was steady. He looked at me one last time. Then he spoke. “I am sorry,” he said. He pulled the trigger.

There was a knock as the door and an older, heavier set gentleman walked in, wearing a dark suit. “Are you Damian’s girlfriend?” He asked. “Erin Williams,” I nodded. “I am Detective Price. Gideon.” “What happened with Damian.” “He was involved in a car accident. We are still trying to establish what happened. His car was so damaged that he had to be cut out.” “Were any other vehicles involved?” Cleo asked. “Yes, we are still trying to work out who is at fault.” “Is Damain alive?” I asked. “Yes, but I do not know his full condition yet.”