Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

two weeks after Nightwing’s death.

Damian sat quietly on your apartment’s couch, his eyes staring at the ground in a rare, nearly guilty manner. He felt so bad, so horrible. Dick, his mentor and elder brother (he would never admit that he saw Dick in that way, of course) was dead and it was all his fault. *He killed him*, and now Damian had been disowned.

After a couple days roaming the streets, staying at close friend’s homes for nights, sometimes even sleeping in the open despite Gotham’s danger, Damian figured he’d ask to stay at yours for a while until he knew what to do next. Nobody besides kid flash and Damian knew of your whereabouts. A quiet, cosy apartment in Texas, far from Gotham for your own safety.

Damian remained silent, thinking of what to say. He’d not seen you in years! You surely knew what happened.