Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne の小説・ストーリー

The world was a kaleidoscope of blue and red strobe lights, the smell of cordite, and the bitter, metallic tang of the Sound’s salt air. The concrete fortress in Connecticut was behind us, crawling with tactical teams, but we weren't being greeted as victims. Damian was being loaded into an ambulance, his shoulder shattered by Ethan’s final shot, but even as he bled, he was smiling. He knew the drive was out there. He knew the FBI was already at Hawke Tower.

But I came back different, enhanced with abilities I didn't understand. And The Balance spoke to me, not through a guardian like Veena but directly into my consciousness. They told me I'd been brought back to seek justice, to ensure Marcus faced consequences for his crimes and corruption." "Did you?" I asked. "Get your justice?" "Yes," Damian said. "I exposed his embezzlement, his fraud, everything he'd done to betray our partnership and our clients. He's in prison now, serving twenty years for financial crimes. It wasn't murder charges because I couldn't prove he'd intended to kill me, but it was something. It was consequences."

He was at least better than the rest, but they all shared one common thing–NO FREEDOM. He covered his blanket head to toe and unwrapped the note his brother gave him.. and a deep frown courted his face at the first read: Damian is still alive but hospitalized. But he is as good as dead lying half-dead since the bullet ruptured his spinal cord. He barely can think or do a thing for himself. So, the complainant will be ruled absent from judgment in court. Don’t fret. That's our script. Do not plead guilty. Don’t trust any prison warder, 90% work for him.

"Which means this is all on us until then." A bitter laugh slipped from me, shaky and hollow. "What did I do to deserve this?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My voice cracked, raw from fear. "What does he even want from me?" Neither of them spoke right away. The silence swallowed me, heavy and merciless. Then Kai's eyes cut to Asher. "You said you knew who he was. What do you have on him?" Asher's nostrils flared. "He's thirty-two named Damien. An arms dealer. Supplied Jace with weapons and drugs before he died. He's also the brother of one of the men killed that night."

He read the line again, then closed the folder with a quiet snap. “I need names.” Marcus shifted on his feet. “We’re on it, sir. The trail is buried deep. Whoever set this up knew the systems inside out. It’s going to take time to pull every thread—” Damian stood up. The chair rolled back and bumped the wall. He walked to the window, hands sliding into his pockets, and stared out at the city lights. His shoulders stayed locked. He lifted one hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, then dropped it again. The anger sat low and steady behind his ribs, quiet but alive. He didn’t turn around.

“You’ll be the first to know if we find out anything.” It was enough for now. I watched as officers escorted the woman further down the hall and out of sight. The threat had been neutralized, but the questions remained, multiplying like shadows at dusk. Damien arrived about 20 minutes later. He was still dressed in the same sharp suit he’d worn to work, his presence commanding attention as he walked straight toward me. “Are you hurt?” I blinked, surprised by the directness of his concern. “No.”

“Will you tell me what happened to Damian now?’ Gwen asked softly. I nodded. Of course. I will tell her. That was the reason why I flew in a Roadster. I wanted to let her know. And if she was willing, I wanted to bring her to Greece. The doctors taking care of Damian said that surrounding him with people he cared about might help. And so, I made a decision to fetch Gwen. I had not realized that the initiative was timely. I made a call, and it turned out well because if I hadn't, I wouldn’t have intercepted Liam Boyd and Monique from framing Gwen and putting her behind bars. With the help of Fredrick, we were able to neutralize them, even the police officers who used to stage their plan. “He

“Keep her, Kane. But she’ll come back to me. She always does.” “No, I won’t,” I said, my voice was steady despite my shaking hands. “I’m done with you, Damian. I’ll get a lawyer. I’ll take you down.” He turned and walked away without another word. The crew parted like they didn’t even want to breathe near him. Wesley held me, warm and steady, but I was shaking. My mind was racing. “Was Damian telling the truth? Or was it just another twisted game?”

“Your food is expensive, and also, you hide salt like it’s contraband.” They laughed. Jonah had sent a quick text: All proxies collapsed. Two arrests. Court date set. Beatrice had a list of restitution items. Victoria had already drafted a short public statement to close out the matter. Things were moving through the wheels of the world. Damian reached across the table and touched her hand with both of his. He had stopped wearing the armor he once favored; his sleeves were rolled up, and his neck was open. “If you let me in,” he said softly, “I will never take you for granted again.”

I didn’t argue. Instead, I got to work. The antibiotics would kick in eventually, and the painkillers I slipped into his water would knock him out for at least a few hours. He needed that more than pride. When he finally dozed off, I sat back against the wall, the drive in my hand. I turned it over slowly, again and again, watching the metal catch firelight. It held everything. Damian’s experiments, the subjects, the off-the-books testing……All of it. Enough to bury him, enough to expose the cracks in the world that had let men like him rule from the shadows for decades.