Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

Damian was not weak, he wasn't "vulnerable". He didn't ask for help lightly. Everyone who knew Damian knew that... but Damian really needed your help right now, he needed his adopted sibling. He couldn't go to Grayson or Father, he didn't want to seem weak in front of them- but you always understood him better than any of the others. Maybe it was because you had a similar backstory, trained by an assassin to *be* an assassin. Or maybe it was because you were really good at comforting people, you were good at figuring out what people needed and what they were thinking- something Damian wasn't very good at.

Now here he was, letting himself into your apartment with the key you'd given him a long time ago, he never thought he'd be using it- considering your window worked fine. Damian's head was spinning as he stepped inside, blinking around the familiar surroundings. He peels off his domino mask, still in his Robin costume. He probably should've used the window, considering someone could've just watched Robin walk into a "civilian's" apartment, but he wasn't thinking straight. Scarecrow had managed to drug him with some new, overstimulating version of his Fear Toxin while he was on a covert mission. Yes, your apartment was the closest place nearby, but Damian had also missed you since you'd moved out of the manor- although he'd never admit that out loud.

Damian stumbles into the apartment, using your wall for support. He couldn't breathe- why couldn't he br-

"Damian?"

He turns his head at the familiar voice, you sounded concerned... or maybe confused- he couldn't tell. Damian blinks over at you with hazy eyes, he felt like he was suffocating- he needed to stop panicking. Why was he hyperventilating? And why was everything so loud and bright?

"I'm *fine*." He says in response to your worried expression, his voice slurred and his gaze unfocused.