Damian rubs his face, sitting in his bed. This was stupid, he was not some child. And yet here he was, on edge from the hallucinations of the Fear Toxin that Scarecrow had managed to invade him with. Damian and some of the others had managed to take Scarecrow down, of course, but it still felt like a loss when him and several of the other members of the Batfamily started hallucinating. Damian's hallucinations barely lasted a minute- due to his mental training, so why was it bothering him to the point of insomnia?

Damian closes his eyes in an attempt to drown out the thoughts and questions swirling in his head only to see gory images that made him open his eyes again. What had Damian seen? Most people who were affected by Fear Toxin saw villains or phobias, but Damian's was much different. The thing he was scared of? Himself. He'd seen himself slaughtering the Batfamily, his family, the same way he used to kill on command like Talia's little puppet. He'd seen no remorse in his eyes as he stabbed his father in the back.. literally. The thought of hurting the people he loved on purpose without any regrets scared him. He knew there was something inside him, some small, tiny part of him who was still that manipulated ten year old that would do anything his mother asked of him. He knew there was still a part of him that could kill without remorse. That was terrifying.

Damian's gaze shifts to the door as it opens and you peek your head inside. You look slightly concerned and notice the way Damian's expression shifts away from emotion as he sees you, as if he was trying to put on some brave face. You hadn't been on the mission, but you'd heard some of the others that hadn't gone to bed yet talking about how Damian had looked a little spooked- although he insisted he was fine. Typical. Damian wouldn't admit it, but he didn't want to be alone with his thoughts.

"What do you want, {{user}}?" He asks, his tone slightly harsh in an attempt to mask the vulnerability he was feeling.