The blade of the young teens knife met with his skin so nice and smooth. Nice thin and deep incisions slowly appeared onto the males wrists as he slowly cut them, watching the blood slowly drip from his pale wrists and knife to the floor. This had been the only way that he could get rid of the horrid feelings that had been coursing through his mind. Emotions had been swarming around in his mind, making him unable to think clearly at the moment. He knew how wrong this was. He knew it was wrong to cut himself, knowing it'd only leave scars and he'd just regret it later on, but no. He did it anyway. He just wanted these annoying feelings to just stop.
There's something wrong with me. He'd think to himself. 'No one wants me around.' He'd say, only to pick up another one of his knifes and cut himself till the numb feeling went away. He had no thoughts about jumping off a building, or jumping in front of a car. He did not think about just slitting his throat and ending all his pain and suffering. He didn't think it was right to go that far, but he was a fifteen year old boy. Every teen had suicidal thoughts every once in a while. I mean, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone pretty much hated him..for no reason at all. A couple people acted nice around him, but really paid no attention to him what so ever. Everyone always bullied him at school, calling him a circus freak, and other mean things.
Was there really something wrong with him? Not really. That was why this fine blade slowly cut into the ravens pale and fragile skin, breaking it, before making it bleed more then it should. No one could stop him if they didn't know where he was, and he was sure no one would. Nope, Dick Grayson just continued to cut into his easily breakable wrists until the numb feeling he hated, finally went away. What he had not realized, was that he had cut himself to deep and was unable to stop the blood flow that emitted from his wrists, dripping to the floor. The bathroom, which connected to his room, in the Wayne manor continued to be stained with the teenagers blood as he was continuously bleeding from his wrists.
No matter how much Dick tried to stop the bleeding of his wrists though, he could not. There was a slight problem though. No matter how much the raven haired male was bleeding, he did not leave to get anyone to help. He'd kept himself cutting a secret for so long, and someone like Bruce finding out would be a pain. Same with the members of the league. They'd think he was unstable. Not stable enough to be a hero. Bruce would be horribly mad with him, and he'd get a huge lecture from him. He'd get kicked off the team, and have to go to counselling with Black Canary and some random dumb ass therapist. He did not want that to happen. No matter how woozy he felt, he did not leave the bathroom, only to pass out minutes later, from too much blood loss.
It was not long after though, that the infamous Bruce Wayne finally made it back home from work. He was ready to depart the Young Justice team on a mission, and all he had to do was get his bat suit on before going through the Zeta-tubes with Robin to the mountain. With that being said, the black haired male walked up the stairs, and to the teens room. At first he just knocked on the door. That was what most parents did when they wanted their children's attention right? Be polite and knock. Though, when he got to reply from his ward, and he did not answer the door, the male started to get worried, only to call out for him.
"..Dick? Are you in there?" Bruce called out, only to have silence be the only reply to his questions. Getting impatient and even more worried, the raven haired adult turned the doorknob, only to find the door locked. Now not only was the man worried, but confused. Dick never locked the door unless he wanted to be alone, though with the smell of iron and metallic emitting from the bedroom it was obvious that his ward was hurt, whether it was self harm or not.
With all that being said, Bruce tried to doorknob again, and banged on the door. He didn't like where this was going. So, without another thought, daddybats kicked the stupid ass door down only to have the irony, metallic smell fill his nostrils. No one could have missed the obvious fact that it was coming from the bathroom. Though, with slight nausea, the mentor looked around Dick's room anyways. Nothing was out of place. The bed was made nicely, pictures hanging on the walls and on the dresser and the stand by the bed. Dick's stuffed Zitka elephant sat nicely by the boys pillows, and the big windows leading to the balcony were closed as well. The only odd thing was that the bathroom door was closed, and the light was on.
It wasn't really odd, the only fact that made this situation any weirder was that the bedroom light was off, while the bathroom one was on. So with a light flick of the light switch, the bedroom light turned on before Bruce walked over to the bathroom without a second thought about it. He knocked on the door, only to call out for the teen again, smelling the huge smell of Iron and metallic coming from the room.
"Dick?" He called out, though his time much much louder.
Once again, the mentor was answered by silence and the faint breathing of the teen. Going for the doorknob, he found that this one was not locked, and opened the door to what could have been close to one of the males worst nightmares. There, Dick laid on the ground. His skin as pale as ever, and small pools of blood surrounded his cut wrists. The razor he used could be seen from where Bruce stood, and the towel on the ground, that was covered in the boys blood as well. It was even obvious that the boy had tried to stop the bleeding himself, only to pass out in the process of that.
After realizing that he was just standing there in shock, Bruce ran up to the limp form of his ward and pulled him into his arms. He wrapped the boy's arms in his dress shirt that he had quickly taken off, not caring one bit if the black dress shirt got dirty or not. He held the boy in his lap, the boys head leaning against his mentors shoulder. Again, he called out, this time to Alfred, telling him to call an ambulance. It didn't matter if he patched him up in the batcave or if they went to the hospital. Children protection services would figure out what happened sooner or later.
While bruce was still trying to process what had happened, Dick coughed lightly and opened his eyes just a slit, even if he was having troubles staying conscious from his blood loss. His whole body felt heavy and his wrists burned, nothing like he'd ever felt when he cut himself, so many days before. He'd never ended up cutting himself so deeply like he had this day, and it confused him to no end why the hell it had happened now of all days. If could have been the fact that he was in a worse mood then the others days. More mad, and sad then usual. Maybe it'd been the fact that he just now realized that the league and his team was just using him for his hacking skills. If they just wanted the hacking skills, why couldn't they have asked batman? Well, Dick always asked himself that too, but all in all. He just thought that the league was using him.
"…B-Bruce?" Dick asked after another weak cough, his voice all quiet and hoarse. Of all things of course Bruce would be the one to find him, and not Alfred or one of his best friends from the mountain. They all knew his identity by now, but they still never came to visit him…Only Wally and sometimes Roy. He wouldn't have expected one of his team members to find him like this, though he rather have them not find out in the first place…Even it would be on the news.
Without a word, Bruce looked down at his ward. It was only when he was about to reply to his young ward that the paramedics from the ambulance came in with the a stretcher, making Bruce move out of the way, only to put Dick onto the stretcher while the other paramedic stopped the rest of the bleeding that the other hadn't been able to stop. The paramedics didn't say anything else to the millionare playboy as they quickly strapped his young ward to the stretcher and ran out of the house. No matter if they stopped the bleeding, he'd still need to be hospitalized… He could even be taken away from Bruce for all they knew.
Bruce didn't know what to think at this point. Questions bottled his mind and his ward was taken away, unable to move from that very spot. Why had his ward done that? Was he trying to kill himself? If so, why? For all he knew, it could have been because of the fight Dick and the League had gotten into about him just getting used by them. Dick had tried to run away after that, but he did not get very far. He'd only gotten a mile or so out of gotham on his R-Cycle before Bruce found him and took him home. Ever since that, Dick hadn't acted the same, though he always pretended to be all cheery for his team to show he was fine. Obviously he wasn't though, because he almost killed himself.
Had he always done this? Had Dick always cut himself? Ever since he got here? Only since after the fight with the league? Maybe something happened at school? Maybe he'd done it all his life. Who knew? All Bruce knew was that he cut himself and almost killed himself in the process. He also say old scars on the boys wrists, so maybe he'd been doing that longer then he thought. It didn't matter. All that mattered right now was his ward… His son.
Finally getting the curage to get up from where he had found his ward, he walked through the Manor, to the livingroom before going to the old grandfather clock. He reached his hand behind it, and clicked a button, only to have a secret passage way open. It was a stupid spot to have the entrance of the batcave, but it was so obvious too, that no one would guess to look there, and that was why the man had decided that that was where the entrance would be. Remembering the first time that he'd ever actually used this entrance, he slowly walked down it, not caring at the moment if anyone actually saw what he was doing. After he was inside, he closed the entrance door.
With him mind only on Dick, he walked over to the monitors, connecting a video chat with the team at the mountain. With the blood all over him, and the sad and shocked and confused look all over his face, they'd be able to tell something was up, and it would defiantly surprise the team as well. They'd never seen anything but a mean glare and mean presence from the guy. Yes. I'm not gonna lie. It would be so totally weird for the other to not have the glare and mean presence to him when it had something to do about a mission, though they wouldn't be going on one tonight.. Because; Just like Robin would say; They'd so not be feeling the aster.
To say that the team and other mentors were shocked was an understatement. Wally had been the first to blurt out 'Oh my god, what happened!? Is that your blood!? Where's Robin or Dick or whatever!?' Of course, he'd only been cut short with the raise of Bruces hand in the air. It took him a really long time, trying to figure out how to word that there friend was in the hospital. This only rose concern that Dick might've been kidnapped again, and when Superman asked, Bruce just shook his head, looking down at the blood that was on his clothes.
With a deep breath though, Bruce looked back up at the team through the monitor. "Dick is in the hospital." He replied to the others etching silence to know just what had happened. Bruce knew what he was going to say probably wasn't true, but until he got the story from the teen himself, that's what he'd think… Before anyone could ask what had happened though, Bruce only continued, his voice shaking while finishing off with a sentence no one wanted to hear.. "He tried to kill himself."