Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No one dared. Damian washed Victor’s and Seraphine’s blood from his hands in the courtyard basin, the water turning pink, then red, then black. He didn’t look up once. Not even when Nathan passed nearby. Not even when Ivy touched his shoulder in quiet solidarity. Not even when Maria, broken and rigid but unbowed, whispered: “Thank you.” Damian didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Because the truth was carved into every trembling line of his posture: He had taken justice.

said Damian, irritated and angry. "But the procedure is..." said the policeman as he learnt from the data they had received that Damian was not a random person. He was one of the highest-ranking military officers in the country. That's why the policeman had given permission, but they were worried that if they didn't bring Damian then it would also violate the rules. Damian stared at one of the policemen and punched the wall next to him. BUGH!

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

Damian groaned, his hand already in motion, poised to tear the man's heart from his chest. A tap on Damian's shoulder halted his action halfway. "No one needs to die," Adams whispered to him. Damian glanced at Adams, who shook his head disapprovingly. However, Damian's anger still raged within him. "But he deserves death. He confessed in front of everyone to being part of a conspiracy to end your life," Damian argued. Adams knew that despite Damian's peculiar affection for him, his sudden anger was fueled by something or someone else, and he couldn't help but suspect that person was Clara.

he replied smiling. " Did Jem approve of this?". " Yes boss," Rubby replied. " Very well then, meet xender and he will brief you on everything. Bring the police commissioner here when he arrives". " Okay boss" he replied and walked out of the office. Damian's mind went back to the day he saved Amy under the Cliff, how shattered and battered her body was, when she almost went crippled all because of the people she once called family. But now the tables have turned and he will make sure they don't ever make a comeback as far as he was alive and in New York City, he will make sure they are blacklisted forever to live among humans. They were animals so they would be treated as such.

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

Three days later. Damian had received a report that some drug dealers were sneaking drugs into City A. He had briefly left Evelyn at the club to deal with the situation. City A was his territory. Damian was determined to wipe out every drug dealer that was tainting the City. His dream was to have a drug-free City. He hated drugs and that was why whenever he heard of such a case, he would personally lead the mission to catch the dealers and punish them accordingly. He believed those who went against his rules and still dealt with drugs deserved to be punished severely and imprisoned for the rest of their life.

Maru prayed. "Thank you, Master!" Damian kowtowed once and immediately departed from the city. In his hands was a gift that his good master has lent him. "You shall all pay for your sins!" Damian vowed and in his eyes flowed the bloodlust of one who was denied justice for a long long time. "Can we go now, brother?" Uwyn queried after the old man left. "Yes. Let's go to that city now. The most beautiful place in this world." Maru smiled at his sister. In truth, he also wanted to see that scenery.