Damian one-shots

Every Minute and Every Hour 1

I cried. I mean cried because of this song.

This is what the series is based off. I don't know how many parts but each are going to be about a 1000 words each. Grammar mistakes may happen and if they do. Tell me I'll edit them. Ugh I love this song
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Third Person:

The pain of losing a loved one is always great but the secrets during the grief never leave. The o
Ideas, the doings, the thoughts. They stay in the grief. The grief is a pillow. As it cradles ur head it takes all the pressure then once the head to lifted it returns to its state. The grief takes the pressure then voices back to you can too.

The loved one could have hurt you or disowned you. But if a part of you still loved or cared for them. You feel... grief. Some may never know. Others may. They try to talk you out of destructive habits but after a certain time. They decide enough is enough. But they do it too soon sometimes. If it has been 10 years there needs to be a change. That pillow is becoming dented but the 3 month period is not enough. Give a Year... maybe two. You will know when you have to pull them out but other times they need to do it themselves.

Example of the Grief that No one knew is Damian Wayne also known as Damian Al Ghul.

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Third person:

Talia Al Ghul who was admired greatly by all her loyal assassins was gone. She had many regrets, many wrong doings against her, many wrong doings she did against others, but one thing she knew that would save her was her son.

She regretted a lot of things about her son. But non were anything he did. It was all her fault. She never realized this till she was on her death bed. She would never say I love you too him. She could never give him a hug. Her little boy would head to heaven while she went to hell. For eternity, she would never see him again. Her child. The one thing she was supposed to love unconditionally... she threw him away like a little candy wrapper. Talia hanged her head low in this dingy bunker in the middle of Saudi Arabia. Torture, Rape, and anything thing you can thing of happened to her and then som. The ticking of the bomb just went

Tic

Tok

Tic

Tok

Tic

To- crash

Her son beaten and bruised from the men above bursts down into the bunker. Looked at her dead in the eyes and smiled. Damian ran over to Taila and unhooked the shackles. She didn't fall limp but she tackled him. He could feel the tears and her blood staining his shirt but he didn't care. He hugged her back.

    Damian looked over the bomb seeing the timer.
2 seconds left. He shielded his mother. Covering her whole body from the blast that sent them to the concrete wall.

    Damian's Back was Destroyed. His lungs and spine was open but that never would stop him. He may die but he will sure as hell makes sure at least the Al Ghul name will love on with his mother. He realized his mother sustained some more injuries. He can't get her out with how his back is now and he only has enough Lazarus water for one.

He army crawls trying to scream at the pain on his backs. Damian wasn't pushed back as far as his mother but got there in a second. Damian grunts as he reaches into the pocket. Then throws out his arm to his mothers hand with a slight hiccup.

"Mother please take it. Let me do one thing right. I am... not n- needed. P- P- Please" Damian pleaded.

Talia took the vile. Thinking her son had another not processing the words he said. His body couldn't be raised from the dead by the Lazarus. If she even got Lazarus water in time. He could not be healed but could only be healed by one thing. She sits up shakly. She looks over to her son.

This is her way to make things right

She closed her eyes as tears flow out. She scouts over to her son. She flips him over so his dead could be on his lap looking up. He bit his lip so he didn't scream. Damian knew his time was up but he was okay with that. His only thought

Mother will live

He could die okay with that. He would die happy at that fact. Until he heard the whisper...

"I'm sorry m- my son. But you need to continue. I love you"

His eyes flung open as his mother cut her wrist on a piece of Jagged stone. The made the blood drip into his mouth. Though not a lot, it was a forbidden thing in the Al Ghul family. Their blood no matter how far down the line could save someone they loved so dearly to the point where they were willing to go to the deepest part of hell of eternity. It hasn't been done in over 2 billion years but Talia didn't care. Her son must live.

His body had then had a slight glow to it as he was being perfectly healed except for stamina and hydration. He sat up straight as the light in his mother eyes faded. He looked at her and cried

"Mama, no. Don't leave me. I love you" Damians last words made the cold hearted Talia smile as she drifted off.

Because of her final act, she didn't ever make it Hell. But one day meet her son in heaven. So they can play around all day and night to never leave their side.

The twelve year old boy Damian Wayne grabbed her body in a bridal way. He was crying as he left that base. He was crying when he walked with his mother to a place where she could be buried peacefully into the soil. He walked for hours completely healed by the notation his mother made. Never stopped the tears from forming in his eyes as he walked.