This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to take the bullet for Damian. You weren't supposed to get hurt. It was supposed to be him. It should've been him.

But it was you, and he's been worried sick. The second you wake up, Damian is hugging you, being careful not to worsen your wounds.

"I thought I lost you, you idiot," he grumbles, glaring at you. "Never do that again."