Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter 7| Pt.2

Damian swiftly pivots and bursts out from the midst of the pride, his heart racing. Around him, the air crackles with tension as several lions hunch low, baring their teeth and releasing deep, menacing growls that echo in the stillness of the savannah. Their eyes glare with a fierce mix of curiosity and irritation, casting dark shadows on the ground as he makes his hurried escape, leaving a mixture of confusion and discontent among the mighty barbarians.

"Let him go. F/n has hurt me for the last time... now he's corrupted, Damian! Listen to me... F/n is injured and weak. Now is the time to attack! We will take his entire kingdom... by force!" Talia's voice erupted into a piercing scream that sliced through the thick, tense air.
In response, the Outsiders unleashed a chorus of low, menacing snarls, their eyes glinting with a predatory intensity as they focused on her.

F/n slowly stirred awake, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as sunlight filtered gently through the curtains. The room felt warm and comforting, but unease lingered in the air. Y/n, sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried expression, looked desperate.
"Daddy... it can't be true," Y/n implored, their voice laced with disbelief and anxiety.

Below the grand palace, the valley floor teems with a vibrant crowd. Men, women, and children gather in an assembly.
As Damian steps into the midst of the crowd, palpable tension fills the air. They part for him with hesitant curiosity, allowing him to pass through the sea of faces that watch him with anticipation and unease. His heart races as he strolls, each step filled with nerves, the weight of their gaze pressing heavily upon him.
"It's Damian. What on earth is he doing here?" someone murmured, glancing sideways at the unexpected figure.  
"That's him," another person responded, their voice a mix of surprise and uncertainty.  
"Just look at that scar... I can hardly believe he's actually here. Is that really Damian?" another voice chimed in, eyes wide with disbelief as they scrutinized the familiar yet haunting visage.
"Damian!" Y/n called out, her voice cutting through the crowd's murmur as she raced towards him, desperation fueling her urgency.
F/n, eyes narrowed and filled with a fierce intensity, leapt forward like a shadow, blocking her path with a predatory stance. Meanwhile, Damian moved steadily down the narrow aisle that wound through the throngs of people gathered near the grand palace, his presence a calm contrast to the tension in the air. The ornate architecture loomed above them, but all Y/n could focus on was reaching him.
"I never trusted him... It's the Outsider... it's that little troublemaker..." a voice remarked, laced with suspicion.
"Why I oughtta... let me at 'im! Let me at 'im! Here, hold me back." Tim exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration as he struggled against Dick's grip.
"Okay!" Dick replied with a firm yet steady tone, tightening his hold on Tim's collar to keep him from charging forward.
"Let me at 'im! Let me at 'im!" Tim says.
"Okay!" Dick exclaimed, the tension easing in his frame as he released his grip on Tim's collar, allowing the fabric to drift lightly back into place.
"You're missing the basic point here," Tim said, his voice rising with frustration as he leaned forward, eyes locked onto Dick.
"Uh..." dick said in a confused tone, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words, the uncertainty evident in his tone.
"What's he doing here?... He doesn't belong here... Look at that scar on his face... He looks just like Ras..." a voice murmurs lowly in the background.
"Why have you returned?" F/n demands, her voice sharp and unwavering as he locks eyes with Damian.
"F/n... I swear, I had nothing to do with—" Damian begins, his tone pleading yet defensive, desperation creeping into his words.
"You don't belong here," F/n interrupts, his expression fierce, a blend of anger and disappointment etched across his face.
"Please... I ask your forgiveness." Damian implored, his voice trembling with desperation as he looked up, his eyes brimming with unspoken regret.
"Daddy, please... listen to him!" Y/n implored, their voice trembling with urgency and desperation. They stood between their father and the heated argument, eyes wide with fear and hope, desperately trying to bridge the growing divide.
"Silence!" he bellowed, his voice echoing as he turned sharply to face Y/n, his eyes blazing with intensity. He then shifted his gaze back to Damian, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "When you first arrived here, you sought judgment..."
"Give him what he deserves!" exclaimed another individual, a fervent intensity in their voice.
"...And I pass it now." F/n declares, their voice steady and resolute.
"Kick him out! That's right! Judgment day is here!" A voice echoes through the air.
"Exile!" F/n cries out, their voice echoing across the desolate landscape, where the once vibrant earth lies parched and lifeless. With a dramatic gesture, they point to the stark, barren land that stretches endlessly before them.
"No!" Y/n shouted, her voice echoing with desperation as the weight of her emotions surged. Her eyes widened in horror, and her heart raced as she faced the reality she didn't want to accept.

"Exile him! Exile! Exile!" the crowd clamoured, their voices rising in a fervent chorus that echoed through the square. Their faces, flushed with anger and determination, twisted in unison as they demanded punishment. The air was thick with tension, each shout punctuated by stomping feet and clenched fists, a vivid display of their collective outrage.
"No! ...Damian!" Y/n exclaims, their voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and pain.

[ One Of Us ] plays the song.

Damian is forcibly removed from Pride Palace by a crowd of determined civilians, their voices rising in a chorus of discontent as they push him forward with palpable tension in the air.

ALL: Deception
Disgrace
Evil as plain as the scar on his face

PERSON 1:    Deception (An outrage!)
PERSON 2:    Disgrace (For shame!)
PERSON 3:    He asked for trouble the moment he came

PERSON 1:    Deception (An outrage!)
ALL: (He can't change his stripes!)
PERSON 2:    Disgrace (For shame!)

ALL: (You know these Outsider types!)
PERSON 2:    Evil as plain as the scar on his face

ALL: (See you later, agitator!)
PERSON 1:    Deception (An outrage!)
ALL: (Just leave us alone!)
PERSON 2:    Disgrace (For shame!)

ALL: (Traitor, go back with your own!)
PERSON 3:    He asked for trouble the moment he came
ALL: (See you later, agitator!)
ALL:    Born in grief
Raised in hate
Helpless to defy his fate
Let him run
Let him live
But do not forget
What we cannot forgive
And he is not one of us
He has never been one of us
He is not part of us
Not our kind

Damian races through the vast expanse of the Pride Lands, the sounds of pursuit echoing behind him. His heart pounds as he dodges between towering grasses and ancient trees, the world around him blurring in his desperate flight. As he arrives at a tranquil pool nestled among the foliage, he skids to a halt, panting heavily. The surface of the water glimmers under the dappled sunlight, and as he peers down, he gasps in shock. His reflection ripples and morphs, shifting from his own weary visage to that of Ras, a figure laden with power and mystery. The stark transformation sends a chill down his spine, leaving him to wonder what fate awaits him.

Someone once lied to us
Now we're not so blind
For we knew he would do what he's done
And we know that he'll never be one of us
PERSON 4:    He is not one of us
PERSON 4:    Deception
PERSON 1:    Disgrace
PERSON 2:    Deception
PERSON 1:    Disgrace
PERSON 4:    Deception

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He strides into the vast expanse of the desert, the golden sands stretching endlessly before him. As he moves, a tapestry of memories unfolds; Y/n's tear-streaked face emerges, her eyes glistening with sorrow, while F/n's visage is turned away, marked by a deep sense of loss. Rafiki observes Damian's solitary departure from a distant vantage point, expressing concern for his wise features. "Oohh..." he murmurs, a sound filled with empathy and despair.