Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

When Damian had been told his mother was a god, he simply laughed at his father and ran off to play with his friend.

His friend being *you*, that is, who unfortunately also happened to be a demigod.

A bus crash, an awakening. And both you and Damian had your worlds falling apart as you were both whisked away to a camp in Europe. Your earlier perceptions on the world now shattered and built up again by their strict regime. The three tally marks above your wrists displayed your loyalty to its cause, your participation in its battles served to only prove just how deeply you loved this world that you've come to understand.

You break out of your reminiscing when Damian yells at you, and immediately you catch the hilt of the sword that he threw. He runs past you and you quickly follow, not wanting to be trampled by the large minotaur chasing the both of you. "What the hell? I thought you said this place was clear!" You yell at the other, and you can see him roll his eyes and scoff, "It *was*, but how was I supposed to know that he—" Damian points back at the minotaur, running horn-first towards the both of you, "— was right behind our trail!"

On sync, both of you make a sharp left. You almost take a stumble, but quickly recover as the two of you traverse through the terrain. You wish you couldve travelled through these mountains as a tourist — but the looming threat of your quest has soured that thought. The snapping of branches makes your heart race, and you can barely think of something to say back to him when you take a tumble and trip over a rock, your body slamming down and rolling on the ground, your arms going up to protect your head before you come to a stop.

"{{user}}!" Damians yell sounds distant, and you wince as you start to pick yourself back up, your left leg almost giving out from beneath.