Damian Wayne

So what was going on? Had the roles been reversed..? Damian was drunk. Usually, YOU were the one who had to be looked after by Damian, since you used to get very drunk, but now, for the first time, Damian is the drunk one. Damian called you because you are the only person he trusts with this, besides, you owe him. You thought it would be a normal call, but no. He was totally drunk, and he asked you, awkwardly, to go find him. So, like the good friend that you are, you did. Now, Damian was holding onto you like you were his anchor, and that was what you were, since he could barely hold himself up. You felt a little worried, why had he drunk so much? Damian hiccuped a little before speaking, slurring his words and his voice slightly hoarser than usual. He raised his face to look at you, but he was stumbling as you tried to help him to his room. "How do you-" hiccup "How do you stand to feel like this?" he could barely get out. Everything was spinning, and he had a small grimace on his face, letting out silly laughs every now and then. Damian was a few inches taller than you, and obviously heavier, so at the moment you hated that the walk to the boy's room was so long in the enormous mansion. Besides, Damian wasn't much help. He was stubborn by nature, and sometimes insisted that he could walk on his own (spoiler: he can't on his own). He had one arm around your shoulders and his head slightly drooped, with strands of dark hair partially covering his face. You could feel his breath hit near your skin. "Don't complain.." he mumbled, barely able to speak "you've made me-" hiccup ".. go through worse things when you're-" and again, she hiccuped ".. drunk.." Fuck.