Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This works and Damian is calm, ignoring the fat man in front of him. "Damian please can you continue telling me what you were saying?" Maya asked when the officer was out of sight. "I came home feeling frustrated and I ended up getting drunk," Damian paused and stared at Maya for a reaction but she just urged him to continue. "That's all I remember... I woke up the next morning with her beside me," Damian sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Trust me Wife, I'm innocent. I think someone is trying to frame me," Damian said dejectedly.

But before I could pull the trigger again, a shadow moved behind me. Damian. His hand wrapped around mine, steadying my grip. He didn’t say anything—just looked at me. Then, without a word, he took my gun and pressed it against Sergei’s forehead. “No mercy,” Damian said softly. And then he pulled the trigger. Sergei crumpled. His body hit the dock with a final, lifeless thud. Silence. For the first time in weeks, true silence. Damian exhaled slowly, lowering the gun. Then he turned to me, searching my face. “You okay?”

“What do you wanna do?” I clicked the safety on my gun and stuffed it into the back of my jeans. “I need to think about it.” Damien continued to stare at me, like he had something to say. A full minute passed, and his gaze seemed to become more formidable. “I’m the one who tracked down every distributor. I’m the one who tailed all the guys. I’m the one who was out every night trying to get this shit done.” Like that was supposed to be enough to earn my forgiveness, he waited for me to acknowledge his sacrifice.

“Mr. Cross.” The Police Commissioner approached the ambulance, holding a rain-slicked hat. He looked uncomfortable interrupting a man of Damian’s stature. “Sir, we need a statement from your wife. She was the only witness.” Damian turned on him, his eyes blazing with fury. “Look at her! She’s traumatized. She just watched her sister jump off a bridge. You will not interrogate her here like a criminal.” “Sir, it’s protocol—” “I don’t care about your protocol,” Damian snarled. “My lawyers will send a written statement in the morning. Right now, I am taking my wife home.”

“ I am pretty sure your daddy will get really mad . “ said Damian . “ Uh ?…..Why ? “ asked Angelo confused . The moment Damian turned his eyes towards the mirror , the driver realised that he had noticed somethings as wrong and immediately speeded up the car . “ Hey ! Slow down ! The other person hasn’t gotten in yet . Why did you start driving ? “ said Derrick but soon saw a gun pointed at him . “ Shut up ! “ said the driver . Damian kept a cool composure at the sight of the gun . “ President , you better stay silent and hand me your phones rights now or I will shot you . “ said the driver with a fierce tone . Derrick took out his phone and Damian’s phone which was also on his hand and gave

For several seconds he couldn't speak. Michael noticed. "You're not surprised." Damian slowly shook his head. "No." The word came out barely above a whisper. Michael leaned forward. "Tell me." Damian closed his eyes briefly. Then looked up. "The night I was arrested..." His voice hardened. "...I wasn't investigating Luca." Michael frowned. "What do you mean?" Damian's gaze darkened. "I was trying to find out who killed Victor Salazar." The room fell completely silent. Because suddenly the case wasn't about stolen money anymore.

"It’s over. The old man in the wheelchair? He’s already given the police the recording. Your father’s partners are being arrested at this very moment. There is no one left to protect you." Damien’s hand shook. The glass pricked my skin, and I felt a tiny drop of blood trickle down my side. "They can't arrest me," Damien whispered, more to himself than to us. "I’m a Walton. I'm Reyes. I own this city." "You own nothing," I said, my voice cold and hard. "You are a thief and a murderer's son. And today, you are a loser." With a sudden, violent movement, I slammed my heel down onto Damien’s foot with all my weight. At the same time, I leaned forward and bit his arm as hard as I could.