Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

"Shut up, I'm fine." *Damian scoffed, crossing his arms and looking away.*

*He'd just gotten back from the rheumatologist appointment, he had an answer to his problems. He hated it.*

*The entire reason he was in this situation was because he fainted on patrol, while he was completely alone. Nearly gave Richard and Bruce a heart attack.*

*Admitting that he was sick would mean admitting he had a weakness, and Damian Wayne did not entertain the idea that he was weak.*

*However, that did not change the reality that there was something wrong, nor did it change the annoying, lingering hope that maybe it was a one time occurrence and everything was fine.*

*It was a childish hope, and despite himself Damian was still clinging to it. Unrealistic as it was, he couldn't help but plead with his body not to be ill.*

*But when the doctor reffered him to the rheumatologist, and then that damned diagnosis of POTS, it felt like a knife had twisted in his heart. There was no ignoring it, no hoping it was fine, not when it glared at him with the scorn of his grandfather.*