"-gonna be just fine."
My head...pulsating. My ears...ringing. Everything feels...distant, yet so close.
"Lay him down, gently."
"Gently-"
What's going on? Where am I?
"Jas-"
"-needs you."
"I just...I should've been here-"
Wait...I know those voices. Stephanie? Jason?
"Stay. He'd want you here."
Jon?
Oh God, Jon!
I'm here! I can hear you! I can-
"-Love you...so-so much you kno-"
Dick? I love you too!
Come on!! Eyes! Open!
"Shouldn't have left-"
"Don't blame yourself."
"-hats the last thing anyone needs now, Bruce."
Father? Wait? I'm here! I'm awake!
"Open your eyes, Dami-"
I'm trying! Please, don't leave me!
"-ut up! Look!"
"Oh my God! Damian?"
So much light.
Where am I?
"Hes-hes waking up!"
"Damian!"
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Jon's POV
Damian's eyes fluttered and I think everyone in the cave came to a complete stand still.
No one breathed. No one blinked.
We just watched, waiting in agonizing anticipation.
I could hear my heart pounding forcefully in my ears as my stomach churned, adrenaline of an inhuman variety surged through me, pushing a choked sob out of my mouth.
"Damian? We're here! I'm here! Everythings okay." I had one of his hands gripped tightly in mine and suddenly he was gripping back, squeezing my fingers with his on.
A laugh bubbled up through my chest, sounding very childlike to my ears, but I couldn't help myself. I didn't even try to stop the tears running down my cheeks as I leaned forward, using my free hand to move a stray hair from Damian's face.
"I'm here, my love. Everything's okay." At least I hoped it was. Damian was alive and while that's all I'd been hoping for, I knew the darker awaited news was yet to come.
Was his mind his again?
When Damian's eyelids fluttered again, his chest rose quickly as he inhaled a large breath, seeming to come out of this drugged sleep even more. "That's it, babe. There you go."
Dick was beside me in a second, checking Damian's vitals and voicing things to the others that I wasn't too worried about listening to. I just focused on Damian.
His breathing.
His hand gripping mine.
His green eyes as they locked onto mine.
"Hey." It was all I could get myself to say before another sob tore through me, making my body shake as I moved my hand down to his cheek.
He titled his face into my touch, breathing in and out still rather fast as he looked at me. "H-hey." His voice was groggy, confused, but it was his. He was awake. He was alive.
Everything around us became a blur of movement as Alfred shooed the others, aside from Dick, Bruce and myself out of the room, directing them to wait outside till Damian was fully cognitive.
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Personal Warfare
FanfictionDamian is not known for sharing his feelings. Infact, most of his siblings would argue he doesn't even have any. A certain Al Ghul is definitely to blame for that. What the rest of the Wayne's, including his father don't know though, is that Damian...
