One Shot Batfamily / Damirae

How could you !!

The image is not mine and I did not find an image corresponding to the story. So you say it's Damian's reaction in his head. This One-shot is largely inspired by another one-shot, the author will recognize himself.

Damian : 30 years (Robin : 10 years / Nightwing : 16 years / Batman : 20 years)

Raven : 31 years

My name is Damian Wayne, and I'm the Batman. Since I met my father, I've become a hero known as Robin, not the murderer my grandfather wanted me to be. I had joined a team known as the Teen Titans, where the girl who had become my wife, Rachel Roth, aka Raven, was based. We were loved when we were Robin and then Nightwing when my brother Dick Grayson married Barbara Gordon. But everything changed when I had to leave for 3 months with my father for a mission in Nanda Parbat, leaving Raven, pregnant, at the tower. The mission ended very badly, my father, Bruce Wayne lost his life because of my grandfather, Ra's al Ghul. In my anger, I killed my grandfather and went to the mansion to bury my father. But life didn't let me grieve that Dick, passing by the manor, told me that Raven had had a miscarriage and left without telling anyone where she was going. For 10 years, I blamed myself for not being with my beloved, but now I have to focus on the one thing that needs to be done, protecting Gotham. On my patrol, I hear a female voice shouting

- "Help, help me please!"

I went to the place where the shouting came from to see that the voice came from a little girl, who must have been about ten years old, surrounded by 5 aggressors who had only knives in their hands. I jumped off the roof where I was standing and landed hard on one of the attackers, breaking his collarbone. I master the others very easily, taking care to break a few bones in passing. As I was going to ask what that girl was doing at this hour, I can hear a male voice approaching my position.

- "Martha! You were there, I was so scared. I thought you were in trouble. "

As I turned to the boy, my eyes spread out, he had exactly the same eyes and skin as me. I decide to look at the girl to see that she had the same nose and mouth as me but that she had a pale skin like Raven's. Then I was in my thoughts, a voice that I had not heard for a long time was being heard as it was behind me and as it was heading towards the children.

- "Martha and Thomas Roth, I already tell you that you do not lose sight of me, especially in Gotham."

"These are the names of my grandparents and their last name is Roth! it means that it's Raven" I thought my eyes widened by what he heard

I approach my wife with tears in my eyes, who turns in my direction. I delicately remove the mask to see her shocked expression as I contemplated the face of my beloved who has not changed, perhaps due to her demonic nature.

- Dam, Damian it's you," she asked in a trembling voice

- "Yes it's me, Raven. "

Suddenly something hit me in the back of my mind as if I'd been hit by Bane, if these kids are in their ten's, it means they were born when I was gone and so she lied to the team and therefore to me, her husband. That thought enraged me and my eyes.

- "Raven, whose kids are these?" I asked in an almost calm voice.

She looks down and it makes me explode with rage scaring the children and her

- "RAVEN, WHO ARE THOSE CHILDREN!". I said, shouting in a voice full of rage

- "They're yours," she says with shame.

I step back a little before turning to my family's mansion.

- "To the manor, right now, and you'd better explain it all to me!" I declared before I flew away.

And yes, you did not dream, a damiare at last!!! Well, I admit I love the couple but making love stories about them, I'm not coming but I'm trying, it's the most important. Otherwise you are more than 500 readers, thank you for reading these stories that a teen writes in class and at night at 1 am, just thank you. Next time, this will be the end of the one-shot Nightwing alive and it's the longest part I've ever written but it allowed me to write another "and if" as well as I'll let you guess. Finally before you leave, the one shot interractive is at the third of its writing. don't hesitate to give me ideas on a one-shot on Damiare SAME if it's a one-shot in love, I'll try to do my best but I don't guarantee you a masterpiece