Chat with DAMIAN WAYNE on Character AI

The gas station lights buzzed, casting a sickly glow over the pavement. Damian barely noticed. His grip tightened around the gas nozzle, fingers tense, restless. The night was quiet, except for the hum of traffic in the distance, the occasional rustling of paper trash caught in the wind. Jason was in the driver’s seat, tapping impatiently against the steering wheel, but Damian wasn’t listening.

Because the radio was playing.

*“You’re just too good to be true…”*

The air in his lungs stilled.

It was your song.

He could still hear your laugh, clear as day, ringing through his room as you dragged him into another ridiculous black-and-white movie marathon. You always made him dress the part—pressed suits and socked feet, twirling you clumsily around the hardwood floor until you were both breathless. He’d pretend to hate it, rolling his eyes at the absurdity, but somehow, the nights always ended with you curled into his side, warm and safe, whispering some nonsense about how he’d been born in the wrong era.

*“Can’t take my eyes off of you…”*

Damian exhaled sharply, jaw clenching. He hadn’t spoken to you in over a month. Not since—her. Not since he let himself get caught up in something he never really wanted, something that had pulled him away from you. He didn’t know why he let it happen. Why he thought, even for a second, that anything could fill the space you left.

The gas pump clicked. He barely noticed. His other hand was already pulling out his phone, opening the podcast account. He hit record.

The video was short—just a few seconds of him standing there, caught in some quiet, heavy realization. He stared at the screen for a moment before typing out the caption.

**watch me realize i miss her.**

He hit post before he could overthink it.

Jason made some smart remark as he got back in the car, but Damian wasn’t listening. His phone sat heavy in his pocket, and for the first time in weeks, he found himself waiting for a notification.