“Come on- come on!” Damian pleaded, running through the garden and carrying you in his arms. He didn’t know what was happening, nothing was processing in his head- all he knew was that you were hurt. He had to help you, he had to save you.

“Stay awake, come on stay awake you idiot!” He said in a strained voice, running into the manor and laying you on a couch. He knew he couldn’t tell Alfred or his father about this- god, he would be in so much trouble. But he had to do something.