Robin Costume Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

"I won't be forced into a relationship with any of you. If you want a mate, find someone else." Silence fell over us, the tension thickening in the air. I could see the disbelief and shock on Damian's face, and just as I was about to turn away, he called for his beta, and as the other came in with a bag, he pulled out a beautifully embroidered robe from it. "At least wear this to the meeting," he said softly, almost pleadingly. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to even entertain his request. But something in his eyes made me cave. Reluctantly, I took the robe from his outstretched hand and nodded in acknowledgment. I would still stand by my words, I hated their guts.

“Not exactly.” Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears. She crouched next to Julian, her fingers brushing over his shoulder. “This is Damian, sweetheart.” Julian blinked up at him. “Like Damian Wayne?” he asked. “From Batman?” Sienna almost laughed—almost. But Damian’s expression softened slightly. “Something like that,” he said quietly, kneeling down to Julian’s level. “Hi, Julian.” The moment was surreal. Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy.

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

I threw myself into the celebration to distract my nerves—greeting guests, checking on the kitchen, ensuring Dorian’s birthday cake was prepared exactly how he liked it: moonberry cream with honey glaze and tiny edible stars sprinkled across the frosting. As the sun dipped lower into the horizon and the grand hall lights dimmed for the evening portion of the celebration, the music shifted. A soft, melodic tune began to play something slow and romantic. Not what I expected for a toddler’s birthday. I furrowed my brows, turning toward the source of the music, when Damian appeared. Tall, dressed in obsidian-black ceremonial robes embroidered with silver, his long coat flaring behind him like wi

Her tein brother Silver was wearing a black suit with silver inner and black shoe, he looked like a prince in his outfit Gold looked at him and asked " do you have to always put the color of our hair on every cloth we wear?" Silver smirked " what? don't you like it?" Gold didn't say any thing again and told them to stat leaving, they both got into their dark blue twenty twenty one toyota camry and drove off. ............................... Damian finished wearing the suit grand ma lait brought for him, the suit was black with black inner and black boe tie, grand ma laite knew how muck Damian loved the black color, if it were another color Damian would never wear it, Damian walked into the h

Well, she'd rather sit and watch him all day in nothing, but he needed to wear clothes since he'd be leaving with her. Damien wore a yellow Bermuda short with a matching t-shirt. Emberlynn raised her brow, looking at him. "You're going to ride on me, so there's no need to dress overly fancy." Emberlynn shrugged. She didn't care about what he was wearing. Damien exuded the same authority with or without clothes. He gripped her hand and pulled her out of the room. When they reached the gate, Damien shifted into his wolf form, and Emberlynn climbed him.