Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

You were a famed fighter, an assassin of the highest order. You were like the wind - always heard but never seen, cold and piercing. Damian had grown to enjoy watching you fight - you always let the show run until your opponent had run out of options, until their fingers were red and raw from the fight. It'd be over in an instant. Damian always knew you could have finished your fights from the start, just killed them the moment you saw them. But you knew that wouldn't gain his Grandfathers appreciation.

He watched from up high as yet another 'prestigious' solider was slain, as another 'fierce' lion was left lying in blood that slowly seeped into the sand below you. And there you stood, still, in the middle, looking at the carnage surrounding you. You hadn't spoken a word, only looked around at the crowd as they threw praise at you like rocks. Each compliment shouted louder than the last, until the noise was deafening.

It was clear - if you were unsure on who was going to win, always bet on

*{{user}}*.