Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damian I brought Ophelia to one of the rooms and told her to rest then made my way to the bottom deck. We only had a few more hours before we would be ready to leave Russia and finally go home. When I walked onto the deck, I saw Mitch talking to Oliver and Noah. "Hey Boss." "Damian, how's your shoulder?" "It's good. I'm sorry about Jax. What happened?" "Yeah, me too. But Nathan and Oscar missed a sniper and Jax was killed when he came from behind one of the containers."

Damien moves with terrifying authority, his steps light and predatory, as if he has orchestrated this specific violence a hundred times before. Wayne lunges, swinging a heavy fist aimed at Damien’s jaw. Damien doesn’t block; he simply isn’t there when the arm arrives. He pivots, fluid as water, and sweeps Wayne’s legs out from under him. Wayne hits the ground with a heavy thud that vibrates through the soles of Aiden’s boots. Before Wayne can recover, Damien is on him, a knee pressed into Wayne’s chest, pinning him to the dirt.

Their touches lingered longer than necessary — hands on waists, fingers brushing thighs, heated gazes in the brief moments between battles. Midnight Confessions In a longer lull around 3 AM, they sat together near the center of the roof, backs against each other in a protective triangle, catching their breath. “I keep seeing their faces,” Kael admitted quietly. “Every infected I kill… I still see my little brothers.” Serena reached back and intertwined her fingers with his. “I smell burning sage and Elara’s perfume every time I close my eyes.” Damien’s voice was low. “I still hear Viktor’s last words. ‘My greatest pride.’”

I couldn't use my hands, so I used my shoulder to nudge him. "Damian? Are you okay?" Damian rolled onto his back, wincing. He looked at the ceiling of the van, his breathing ragged. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice cracking. "They used me, Aria. They used the code I wrote... they turned it against us." "It's not your fault," I said, tears streaming down my face. "It's not your fault." "I was trying to protect him," Damian said, a tear sliding down his temple into his hair. "I hired the team... I thought I was securing the perimeter. I didn't know..."

As soon as I reach home I freshen up and went to pick up Valerie from school. After the shooting at the court, the man who had shot Treadway was arrested and he confessed that he had planned this whole thing with Ron and this lengthened Ron's sentenced as he had attempted to murder Treadway. Treadway was sent to hospital, he had lost a lot of blood so as soon as he arrived he went straight to surgery and they managed to remove the bullet, luckily it had not hit any vital organs.

"Miss Lewyn, just to keep you updated. Damian has been locked up with his sister Uma in a dungeon by Alpha Mick. They tortured him and his sister to let them confess to what happened on that day. Both of them stated the truth that they met you, but neither of them claimed you were the assassin of Alpha Dire." Damian didn't betray me. That was a relief. But now, I had to figure out a way to let Alpha Mick release the Jansens. I hung up the call and gave a dark look at Mick. "Come on. Let's go and play poker," I said. As I stepped into the casino room, the first thing that hit me was the pungent smell of cigar smoke. The air was thick with it, and it clung to my clothes and hair.

“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.

ZAVERIO’S POV Damien landed in my lap sooner than I had expected and the thought irked me as I stood in front of his naked form. He was still unconscious after Alvaro knocked him out a second time in the car. I didn’t ask what happened, and from the state of Gio’s face I didn’t need to. This dog didn’t know when to lie down and rest. He held a grudge against me for something I didn’t do. Damien was a goody two shoes who was looking for the killer of his brother, and any other good detective would have looked deeper, but he was family so he saw someone to blame and shot the gun.

It was unbelievable that Damian had just died like that. “Your messiah died in less than a week here. Couldn't last one fucking week!” he pressed on, angry at them for not trusting him. “Next time I tell you I'm capable of something, let me handle it. Okay?” he added before walking out. The two black scorpione men covered their heads in thought. They had gotten the news some minutes before Romano barged in and were still unable to process everything. Damian was supposed to be the messiah out of all these. Guess Romano was right after all. They were stuck with him.

I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there when Damian finally approached me, his face serious. “There’s an update,” Damian said carefully. I stopped pacing instantly. “Not from the doctors,” I said. It wasn’t a question. Damian nodded. “Your orders are in motion.” Earlier, I had been very clear. I had told Damian to track down every single man who had been at the warehouse—not just the ones who beat me, not just the ones who held Amara down, but every person who had stood there and watched it happen. No exceptions. No mercy.