Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

“But hold on to what you still have, Caleb. If you lose it, you’ll fall further than I ever did.” Caleb sneered. “You? Run the company? Even if Grandpa handed it to you, you’re not fit!” “We’ll see,” Damian replied, a faint, mocking smile appearing. That smile pushed Caleb to the edge. His fists shook—then he suddenly laughed. “Oh, by the way, I heard your mother’s back in the Capital. Not very stable, is she? What do you think she’d do if I told her you secretly married some… simple-minded girl?”

Whomever they were, they had to have hated either his mother or his father or even both of them. “Who did mother have a grudge with?” his tone is dark. Now was not the time to pussyfoot around the truth. Damien wanted answers, and this time his father was going to give them to him. If there was even the slightest chance Raven was his sister, he wanted to know everything. “Her sister, MaryAnne Sinclair.” His father’s tone is reluctant. He doesn’t seem inclined to want to offer any other information. Damien wants to shake his father; he’s that frustrated with him. Then again, maybe he had his reasons.

“I take it that you didn’t remember his parents either?” “No. I had never met his father. He had died three years before we met, but he was a doctor, too, an orthopedic surgeon. I’m told he was very good at what he did. Damien’s mother was nice. She still lives in DC. She’s a retired nurse now. His parents met at the hospital they both worked in and fell in love.” “How is Damien’s mother toward you?” “Great. She would sit with me at the apartment while Damien was at work. She showed me the Miles family photos. She explained who everyone was and how they were all related.”

“As soon as I know she’s safe.” I faced him fully. “Do you think she’s really in danger?” He nodded, eyes low. “I know she is. Someone needed her to be silent. Someone who wants the truth about my father buried forever.” I lowered my voice. "Daniel Cross had something to do with killing my parents. That was enough of a reason.” Damian flinched, but he stood on his ground. “I swear on everything I am… my mother had nothing to do with it. She didn’t even know.”

Even Damian was no longer afraid that his father would kick him out of the Tomhiil family. In Damian's heart, he always remembered what his father had done to Damian's childhood. More or less, he was saved by the figure of his father's best friend, who was none other than Joy's father. A friend who had always been anchored in Damian's heart. “Tell me who that woman is?” Damian's father asked clearly, bringing Damian out of his past memories. “She's my girlfriend.” Damian answered without hesitation. It was true that he had set his heart on Sira. But that made Damian a bit worried that his father would go further.

“Then... what happened to your parents? Your mom and dad… my in-laws?” Damian was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. “They’re… not here anymore, Elena.” “What do you mean?” “Lancaster went bankrupt a long time ago. Mom… is now in a mental hospital. And Dad… he’s in prison.” Elena looked at Damian with an unreadable expression. “Damian…” “I know, it must be a lot for you,” Damian said quickly. “But you need to know the truth.” Without another word, Elena hugged Damian tightly. Damian was slightly surprised, but returned the hug.

Time slipped past them until Damian yawned and covered his mouth. "You must be tired," Brown said. Damian stood up, stretching. "It's almost morning. Don't go home. Just sleep in the guest room downstairs." Brown got up as well, following him to the bedroom door. Damian paused, one hand on the knob. "...Where is my mother now?" His voice was calmer now. The anger seemed to have melted away, leaving only weariness. "She came back from XX country this afternoon," Brown replied. "She's staying at a hotel in the city."

Damian cut in. Damian Cross has been friends with Avery and Roselyn since they were kids, but unlike them, Damian came from an average family; his dad was a professor at Central city college and his mom owns a store, unlike hers, whose dad was a billionaire investor and businessman whose focus spanned wide, from tech companies to chains of hotels, entertainment companies and construction.

I say. "What did he say?" Dalia asks, with the boys listening in from the front as they turn down the music. "Damian said his mother was meeting with the men that wanted to kill me." I say, looking at Damian sleeping next to me... "And that may not be shocking but in his mind, he is a little boy and his mother has kicked him out because she was meeting with what he said to be my parents killers." I say...."Why would his mother be meeting with the hunters? How can Damian know all of this at that young age?" I ask.