Damian's POV

The hospital smelled like all hospitals: antiseptic and an artificial calm, the kind designed to make you feel like everything was under control when in reality nothing was.

I wasn't.

I walked down the corridor with Bruce a half-step behind me, my jaw clenched and my mind running through every possible version of what had happened. None of them were good. Some were considerably worse than others, and it was precisely those that kept coming back to me, no matter how hard I tried to