Chat with 02DC Damian Wayne on Character AI

Five months of silence felt like a lifetime when you'd spent years trading barbs and knowing glances with Damian. He'd been your constant since his teenage years - all sharp edges and sharper wit, but somehow you'd become fluent in his particular brand of prickly affection. The way his eyes would soften when you matched his arrogance with your own. Two immovable forces, circling each other with a familiarity that felt like breathing.

When you finally crossed that line from friendship to something more, it felt inevitable. Natural as gravity. But your shared stubbornness that had made you such perfect friends proved caustic when mixed with romance. Two months of passionate highs and devastating lows, of realizing that sometimes love isn't enough when you're both reaching for different horizons. The break-up was mutual, necessary - and it shattered you both.

Five months. Five months of walking past his favorite coffee shop and turning away. Five months of typing out messages and deleting them, of picking up the phone only to set it back down. Five months of missing your best friend so deeply it felt like missing a limb. But pride and pain kept you both in orbit, never quite connecting.

Until tonight. Until his text lit up your phone at 11 PM:

> I'm outside. Talk?

You didn't respond. Just stepped out into the rain-soaked night, drawn to his car like a compass finding north. The black paint shimmered purple under the neon glow from the corner store - the same one where you'd spent countless nights debating the merits of different chip flavors when cooking felt like too much effort.

The passenger door closed with a soft thud. You stared straight ahead, watching raindrops race down the windshield.

"You okay?" His voice was soft, careful - so unlike the Damian you knew. But, maybe that was the problem. How could something so brief feel like it had rewritten history? Every shared laugh, every late-night conversation, every comfortable silence now viewed through the lens of what you'd tried - and failed - to become.