This is just a short story about dick. It is going to be 2 or 3 shots, probably 2 but I am not sure. This first chapter is for SincerelyMNM's birthday. So Happy Birthday Sincerely and I hope you like it! WARNING: CUTTING! Disclaimer: I do not own young justice.

When Dick got home from school he headed up to his room to do what he has been doing a lot of lately. Smoking and cutting. For a while he has had a lot on his mind and it was starting to affect everything he does. His school work, his homework, being Robin. Actually, that was the majority of the problem. Being Robin. It was really starting to take a toll on him.

He would train for long hours, usually until his body absolutely needed something. Dick would also get hurt a lot in the training from working himself over board. It was rare that he got more than 4 hours of sleep a night and barley has enough time for homework, often having to finish it during breaks.

He started smoking to calm him-self down. It worked but he knew he had to limit how often and how many smokes he had. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to hide, and with the world's greatest detective as your father, it is almost impossible. Also, Dick has to be in shape and be able to breathe when fighting, so he picked up the other habit of cutting. It was a lot easier to hide because he could always say that the cuts are from a training session.

When he got into his room, he went to his desk and unlocked ones of the drawers that held his blade and cigarettes. He grabbed the two items he was looking for, and then headed for the roof. This is where he did most of his thinking.

He pulled out a cancer stick, lit it, and then took a drag. He started to think what had happened today. First he got up early so he could have time to cut and take a shower. When he was finished with everything in his room, he headed down stairs for breakfast. Like usual, the only other person in the house at the time was Alfred.

Bruce seems to have been ignoring Dick a lot recently and the only time either seemed to see each other was as Batman and Robin, and even then they wouldn't talk much. The only time those two seemed to be talking was when they were fighting about something.

After breakfast, Dick skateboarded to school. School was no better than home. He hasn't been paying much attention in classes, and he has been a target for bullying. A few of his teachers have tried talking to him to figure out why his grades have been slipping but he wouldn't let a word leave his mouth. Just today his strictest teacher said she was going to fail him unless he gives her a good reason on why he isn't paying attention in class. He made a mental note to try and figure out a lie.

When he finished his cigarette, he felt even worse than he did before. He took out the blade and made three deep red lines on each of his wrists, and laid back. Damn it! He just remembered he was supposed to go to Mount Justice today to train with the team. Oh, well. These days, Dick would only go there when Bruce forced him to go; otherwise, he would rather be isolated from them.

After a couple minutes of just sitting there, he decided to go back and take a shower. When he stepped into the shower, he felt the nice warm water run across his fresh cuts. Even though he had already made six cuts, he made a couple more on his chest. They were small and light, so he wouldn't be too hurt by them.

After he had gotten the smell of smoke off him, he got out of the shower. He cleaned and wrapped up his cuts to make sure that they didn't get infected. Dick then went into his room to get changed and though his other cloths in the hamper.

Dick looked at the clock and realised that it was already 6:30 pm. He decided to go down stairs and see if dinner was ready. When he entered the kitchen, Dick was surprised to Bruce standing there talking to Alfred. Dick was about to slip back out before anyone saw him, but just then Bruce looked up and saw him.

"Dinners ready," was all the Bruce had to say. He had a plate of food in each of his hands. Dick took one of the plates, saying nothing, and sat down in his usual spot. Bruce followed himand sat at the head of the table.

Dick felt uncomfortable all throughout dinner. Neither of them spoke a word the whole time. Dick noticed that Bruce looked really pissed off and Dick didn't want to say something that would make him mad at him, so he didn't say anything. They ate in silence until Bruce spoke up when they had both finished eating.

"I got a call from your school today. You want to tell me what's going on?" Bruce said a bit coldly. Dick just looked down and shrugged. To be honest he was a bit surprised that this didn't come up until just now.

"Richard, answer me." Bruce said very sternly, causing the younger boy to flinch.

"I don't know." He whispered, just loud enough for Bruce to hear.

"You don't know." Bruce said, starting to get very angry with his son, "You don't know why the school is calling or that you are failing over half your classes. You are a smart kid, so why are you acting so stupid."

Dick just sank farther into his chair. He had no idea how to respond.

"And you haven't been to Mount Justice in over two weeks. Barry called yesterday asking if you were alright since Wally was starting to worry about you because he hasn't seen you in forever. You want to explain that?" Bruce yelled.

Dick could feel his eyes start to fill up with tears as he listened to those words come out of his father's mouth. He saw how frustrated Bruce was getting, probably from Dick not saying anything.

"Richard John Greyson, answer the question!" Bruce screamed, "You have been slacking off at school, you haven't been taking being Robin seriously, you aren't acting like part of the young justice team. What has gotten into you? This isn't the boy I know, this isn't my son!"

Dick couldn't take it anymore. He got up and ran to his room before he had to listen to anymore. The first thing he did when got into his room was grab his blade and start cutting. He just wanted the pain to go away.

Bruce just stood there in fury for a minute. He was not done talking to his protégé about this. He quickly went up the stairs to the room which Dick occupied. When he opened the door, he went numb for a second.

He saw Dick on his bed, both wrists covered in blood and a bloody knife on next to him. He was hugging and crying him-self in to hysterias. He hadn't even noticed Bruce entering.

"Oh my god, Dick!" Bruce yelled running to his son. He grabbed the smaller ones arms and inspected the damages. 'These are really deep' He thought, 'They will probably need stitches.' He went to one of the drawers in the room which he knew would have either a suture kit or a something to wrap up the cuts. He opened the drawer and saw yet another thing that shocked him. A pack of cigarettes. He couldn't believe it. Bruce then decided to worry about that later and the cuts on his sons arms now. He grabbed the gauze out of the drawer and went to Dick to wrap up his wrists.

Dick was still sobbing while Bruce wrapped up his wrists. When Bruce was done he just hugged Dick. He let Dick cry into is large shoulders and refused to let go of the child.

A million things ran through Bruce's head while he held his son.

'How long has he been cutting? This couldn't be the first time.'

'Why did he start cutting?'

'How long has he been smoking?'

'Is this why he hasn't been doing well in school?'

'Does this have anything to do with him being Robin?'

'How did I not notice this sooner?'

'Is this my fault?'

The more he thought about it, the more he needed to know. He felt the tears falling down his face. He only knew one thing for sure. He was going to get answers.

So did you like it? I know, it was really depressing. So the next chapter is going to be for SilverxDawn as her birthday present. Please R&R! And once again Happy Birthday SincerelyMNM! I hope you liked it!