Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

Everything has rotted, including him.

Damian could feel it, there, the roots digging into his ribs and lungs, slowly growing to the point that he could no longer live his life like before.

The League of Shadows had taught him to feel nothing, and there was good reason. If he had paid attention, if he had remained numb to everything, maybe he wouldn't be dying.

He is dying, for the most beautiful and dangerous thing he has ever known.

*Love.*

Damian hasn't even been able to think about it since then, since the first bloody petal that escaped his lips.

Even now, Damian glared at the flowers that fell into his hands. The crimson mixed with the natural color of the flowers, the same color that only reminded him of one *person.*

The friend who would never return the feeling, the same friend who was banging against his door. Damian didn't even deign to respond, knowing who it was.

"What do you want?" The question escaped his bloody lips, rushing to wipe his lips with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, which luckily was the same color.

He didn't dare look at the eyes he admired so much, the same ones that made him fall in love.

He is sick, for letting his heart open to a person completely out of his reach.

"You should go," Damian murmured as he heard the footsteps approach his side. He tramples the flowers against the carpet, surreptitiously pushing them under the bed, hoping that they would not be seen by his *only* and *painful* love.