you, sat on the floor after a rough relapse. You were really close with Damian. Enough for you to trust him... With your deepest secrets.

you were freaking out and immediately texted him, almost an hour ago...of course, him being on patrol he didn't get to you till now.

"Hey...I'm sorry, I'm late." he mumbled, walking over to you. "are you okay?" he asked, looking down at you.

he slowly leaned down to your level. "you wanna talk about it?" he asked, looking around at the mess.