Injustice: Gods Among Us Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

The light from the monitors painted everything pale blue, coffee had gone cold beside my elbow hours ago. Damian stood near the window. He had not slept. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows. Fresh bruising showed across his knuckles, the swelling had already begun. He stared out through the reinforced glass like the city outside might answer something for him. He looked calm again. But it was the kind of calm you saw after an explosion when the smoke cleared and the damage finally became visible. I forced my eyes back to the screen. Five names. The list was simple on the surface.

Though unable to see his expression, the pistol in his hand and the powerful aura emanating from him were proof that he was in the throes of rage. Damian was trailed by an elderly man, with one sleeve hanging empty, indicating his disability. Caroline recognized him as Lee, the one-handed janitor of the apartment. "Watch the two bitches, Lee!" Damian demanded as they were still 25 feet away from Vivian. "No problem, they won't get away!" Lee nodded, then shot the front wheels of Vivian's car. He turned his gun on Vivian and Caroline, who were huddled on the ground, and growled, "Don't move, bitches!"

Perhaps they weren't as innocent as I thought. "I found out after that Damian had made an agreement with the FBI to take down the Cobras. If Damian handed over Evanish to the FBI, then they would pardon his actions that night. They covered his tracks, falsifying the report. They claimed that Damian was the victim and Chase was the one to shoot. But Chase was UNARMED!" Kevin shouted in frustration once more. The reaction I would expect if someone's family were killed. It wasn't that much different from how I reacted when Matiás was killed. Making my heart go out to him.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

“ I will kill you all!” I growl out so loudly that I can feel the whole warehouse shake. “ Mr. Stark, what they said is true. Gina is the one to blame. You are an impartial king. You will not kill us for no reason, right?” Damían stands up from the ground. He bows and balances himself by leaning on the wall. His eyes look sincere and humble.

He then set the cage beside the demolished manor so that she was forced to stare at the ruins every day and see what she had destroyed with her own hands. As for the twins, Damian did not hurt them. Instead, he sent them back to the Carlos family as a sign of war. That night, Damian destroyed all the Carlos family’s bases in Zolnah. He led the charge like the God of Death and was drenched in blood. He did not wear any bulletproof vests and had no one protecting him. He even longed for a bullet to pierce his heart. However, the God of Death denied him. He was bound to live with the pain of realizing the truth until the day his soul rotted completely.

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”

Damian answered as he walked closer to him and shot him on this second leg. He screamed out louder when he felt the injury pierce his skin. Damian didn’t stop there and went ahead to shoot his two hands so he would be paralyzed. “Arghhhhh!!!!!!!!!” Grey screamed out louder. “I should use you as a scape goat to anyone that tries to cross me. Be it friend or foe. They always die miserably.” Damian said as he finally released the last bullet on his forehead. The door was suddenly barged open, revealing Mark who had a blood splattered on his face and body.

came the equally thunderous response from his audience. “Good! Now get your asses back to work!” He ordered. After they left, Baines turned to see one person had stayed behind. It was the dead cop's partner, Damian Wayde. Damian was tall with tanned skin that was a result of staying outdoors most of the time, and a barely receding hairline of curly hair that was one of the most remarkable things about him.

In that world, everything is above board, and Damian is one of the main players in the game of life. Joker. Is the name given to Damian because of his contribution to so many violations, including international drug trafficking, legal and illegal arms trafficking, and prostitution that is organized in such a way that its workers cannot leave freely? And sometimes it even involves the most gruesome part of the trade—human organs. "Almost," Damian says with a lighthearted tone. He gives his wine glass a little shake, creating a quiet, seductive ripple, but Damian isn't ready to savor the flavors that greet the tip of his tongue just yet. "How's the investigation going, Officer?"