Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Twenty Six

Why wasn't I allowed to live normally? Why wasn't that something I could have?

I had gotten a message from Maks, apologizing for what happened. He said he would fix things but I knew he was lying. You don't fix things with Cyber. They fix you. In this case, they'd punish me or kill me. They don't play favorites either. If I calculated my chances, it's a fifty percent. They can be unpredictable. The odds aren't exactly in my favor.

"Echo, you never answer my message," Damian comes bursting through the door, costume, and weapons still attached to him. I guess he didn't bother changing before coming in here. Was he still worried about me?

"Uh... I'm busy," is all I say, avoiding his direction. I heard the clacking of his boots on the floor, letting me know that he was getting closer. I still refuse to look at him. I can't.

I could hear the frown in his voice, "you were just messaging me earlier. Is something the matter?" he asks, all concerned. I thought it was cute how worried he is.

I shake my head, "no." I continue to stare blankly at the screen, fingers just hovering over the keys. My mind was still blank, trying to heal from the shock. "Just leave me be," I almost beg him. If Damian continues to stand there, being all cute like that, I know I'll end up confessing everything. Damn, the effect this boy has on me.

Damian's footsteps stop before he speaks again. "Is everything alright? You're not moving. Is your head giving you pain? I can have Pennyworth bring some medicine and tea-"

I can't help but let a small giggle pass through.

"What's so funny?"

I bite my lip. I knew I should've trained more in self-regulation. Too late now. "Nothing..." I quietly whisper, trying to dismiss the idea that I was laughing. "What, did you hit your head too hard and starting hearing things?" I retort, sounding harsher then I intended.

There's a moment of silence before Damian leaves. I must have snapped at him too hard. Maybe I hurt his feelings.

A rush of ideas clouds my mind as work drifts further and further away from me. I run a hand through my hair. "I..." I try to speak but I stop myself. Damian's not there, no one is. I'm all alone. Just like before....

Anxiety was rushing through me. I shiver, but it wasn't cold. I was on the brink of having an attack. My lungs got tighter and my throat was closing. Breathing became much harder for me. I'm shaking so much, my computer falls next to me. I look at my hands. My vision was blurry too.

My body was moving on its own and I felt my feet run. I throw open the door to the bedroom and sprint down the hall. I memorized it long ago. I had too because of that one time Maks and I had to sneak into here to place cams and recorders and all sorts of things.

All of a sudden, I burst through another door. I didn't care what was happening, all I needed was someone. I wasn't calming down and that was my only concern.

"Echo!" Damian shouts, catching me as I collapse into his arms. "What's the matter!" he shouts, cupping my face to try and get a better look at me. His worry filled eyes mine for the first time in forever. My heart speeds up, beating faster than its ever before. I immediately knew in that moment what my greatest weakness and greatest strength would be.

It would always be Damian. Damian Wayne, Robin, a vigilante.