Breathe Damian, breathe. It's not real. I promise you it's not real. Just breathe. Focus on lowering your heart rate.
He gassed me tonight. Scarecrow gassed me with his Fear Toxin.
I'm hallucinating very badly.
For example, I think I see Father's body swinging from a noose that's attached to my ceiling.
Another example would be that Titis looks likes he wants to kill me. My mind tells me I felt his teeth on my neck. I know it has to be the hallucinations, right? Titus wouldn't try to kill me?
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe somebody get me out of here get me out get me out he's coming for me he's found me O God please help me he's coming I have to run I need to get out got to run run run far away from here
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The Diary of Damian Wayne
FanfictionThis is less of a story, and more of a first hand account of the life of Damian Wayne. This is his journal, as it is his story. It holds the highs and lows of his thoughts, as well as his daily whereabouts. There is no language or adult content, ju...
