A nightmare.

Or you thought…

You were jolted awake by a cold pair of hands around your throat. Your eyes flew open, trying to breathe in air.

"D-Damian..." You whispered, clawing at the hands around your throat. You reached your arm out, and grabbed a glass cup on your nightstand, smashing it on Damian's head.

It took him a while to get out of the state he was in, but he finally let go. You crawled backward away from him. Coughing.

Damian knew you had anger issues...