Robin Costume Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

And there he was. Damian stood just inside, a silent sentinel in the luxurious, minimalist space. He was dressed in his signature uniform: a black turtleneck, his black coat, and his black fingerless gloves. His face shield was clipped neatly to his coat collar, a sign that he had only just arrived or was about to leave. He was still the same man, a fortress of quiet strength. But as he looked up, as his eyes met hers, everything changed. And he smiled. Not a big, dramatic grin. Just a slow, quiet curve of his lips.

Damon The shove caught me across the chest, not hard enough to do real damage but sufficient to send a clear message. I steadied myself, noting how Robin's stance had shifted into something more predatory than I'd seen from him in years. The diplomatic mask had slipped entirely. My chest ached where he'd made contact, but more than that, something about his presence felt different. Dangerous in a way that made my wolf want to either submit or fight. I chose neither, straightening my shoulders and meeting his eyes directly.

He whispered into my ear as he hugged me tightly from behind. I suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly as I bawled my eyes out while he stroked my back gently… It hurts so much but with him by myself I was able to get it off my chest… Damian kept hugging me till I felt much better and together we walked outta the morgue wearing tight black coats and shades.. Damian was clad in a black denim Jean which was ripped on the knee, a black shirt and a coat.. Same thing goes for me, I wore a black body con dress with black boots and a black coat also..

He whispered into my ear as he hugged me tightly from behind. I suddenly turned around and hugged him tightly as I bawled my eyes out while he stroked my back gently… It hurts so much but with him by myself I was able to get it off my chest… Damian kept hugging me till I felt much better and together we walked outta the morgue wearing tight black coats and shades.. Damian was clad in a black denim Jean which was ripped on the knee, a black shirt and a coat.. Same thing goes for me, I wore a black body con dress with black boots and a black coat also..

Raven nodded, "Fine but are you going out dressed like that?" Damien nodded, "Give me a second." Raven nodded, as she watched Damien walk fast to go get changed and she used this opportunity to sneak out and climb into the cab. "You can go Sir and please go fast." When they pulled out Raven relaxed and leaned back. She burst out laughing at how Damien had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book. There was no way that she was going to go with him after what happened during the week of not seeing him and him not caring.

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.

Thunderous footsteps approached the bar. “Lord Dis! We'll I'll be damned. And if it isn't Robin Goodfellow as well,” Damien chortled, pulling two cracked mugs from the shelves. I suppressed a groan: sure enough, there was Samael, dressed in a 20s style suit, red tie, and bowler hat. A haggard expression marred his face.

"But I have one question." "What is it?" I whispered back. He smirked as he said, "Can I be Robin?" I laughed and hit him playfully in the arm. I could picture him now, dressed up in a green and red unitard, a yellow cape trailing behind him as he ran down the streets. And of course his bright eyes would be framed by a small black mask, making them stand out. The whole picture was oddly hilarious. "I'm serious!" he chuckled. "Can I please be Robin with you?"

" Robin defended with a scowl. Robin was eighteen when he got his powers for the first time. Most Faeries get their powers at the age of twelve. Due to being away from Faeries for years, he had no experience or knowledge of how to use his powers. When he finally got them, he was so excited to show them to his two best friends. He tried making a ball of light from the river next to their cabin but all that came out was sparkles. When he finally perfected luminescence, Diana and Rudolph finally got the heart to laugh at his failed tries.

Damian stood tall, powerful, the kind of man who looked like he could break worlds in half—and yet, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me made me feel like the only thing he wanted to hold was me. He was wearing a deep yellow tunic with intricate gold embroidery down the sides. It hugged his torso, emphasizing the breadth of his chest and the slimness of his waist. The color… it was so unlike him. But it worked. Damn, it worked. “You…” I breathed. “You look breathtaking.” He grimaced immediately. “My brothers forced this on me. Something about tradition and sunshine and symbolism,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. I laughed. “They were right. It’s perfect.”