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Chapter eight everyone, and I was wrong I think that this is the second last one, but don't trust anything that I say I sometimes get lost in the story, the story will end, but I think that it might have ten chapters, or nine, not quite sure still trying to think up a good ending…I totally just thought of a good ending wile typing this note, cool, should be done by next chapter.
Now that my rambling episode has subsided…on with the show!
No warnings, well, Dick is naked but it's not sexual, like, at all
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and you know it! Now stop mocking me, word with obvious meaning!
A few hours after Wally went home Dick decided to take a shower.
He removed his shirt on the way to the bathroom after all the articles of clothing had been discarded he climbed into the running warm water.
After a few minutes he suddenly found himself shaking, from his almost silent sobs, as he sat in the corner of the shower, hugging his knees to his chest as the water ran down his back and side. He looked at his hands and legs and torso, and hated it. He hated every inch of his, self proclaimed, disgusting body. He could hardly look at himself . 'how can I let Wally touch me…let him feel my ruined skin, put his arm around my stupid fat waist' Dick crossed his arms so that his hands grabbed the opposite shoulder. He continued to cry.
Lost in his tears he didn't notice how exhausted he was. He cried, almost silently, for a little wile. He didn't even notice when the bathroom door opened, and he was lifted, easily, from the shower floor.
Bruce had gone to check on Dick twice within the last two hours, both times he found Dick crying in the shower. He'd left him alone, but at the second hour, Bruce decided that the small boy probably wasn't going to move any time soon.
He gently lifted the shaking boy from the shower floor. He hated seeing him like this. It just shows how fragile and human the small boy is. Dick doesn't like to be seen as weak, and Bruce doesn't like to acknowledge him as such. Bruce sighs 'Wally's right' he thought, not ever thinking he'd say that ' I am blinder then a bat' he looks down at Dick again. The boy is small, thin, thinner then he used to be. His ribs were showing a little, and his arms were thinner then normal. Bruce could feel his shoulder blades, clearly. His whole body seemed to be lacking in fat, and in some places, muscle, from the lack of food that he's been taking in, within that past year.
Dick cries into the mans chest, silently, seeming not to realize that he's in Bruce's arms. He lays a small towel over the weeping boy, and carries him into the bedroom. Dicks hands lay still, on top of the towel covering him.
As Bruce was about to lay him down he noticed something, that he's surprised he hadn't noticed before. Bandages pealed off of Dicks arms. One's that were not from the Joker incident. The water had seeped in and disconnected the white medical tape from his skin. Bruce removed the bandages, to reveal a series of cuts that almost made it to his elbow.
Bruce sighed. 'how could I let this happen' he thought 'how could I not see the signs, see how all of this is affecting him' Bruce was ashamed of himself, letting this happen to the little bird, all of this, from the stress, to the Joker incident, it was all his fault.
Bruce decided that taking Dick off the team was probably one of the beat decisions he's made for the young boys life. He also realized, though, that it was probably backfiring.
Dick wasn't fit to go on missions right now. He probably won't be for a little wile. Denying him the right to be with his friends and go on missions was probably eating the boy up inside. Making him think wrongly about the reasons of why he was taken away from the team. Making him think that it's unfair. Those thoughts are only deepening his depression.
Bruce laid the boy down on the bed, removed his old bandages and wrapped the semi fresh cuts in new ones; before he laid the blanket over the sleeping boy and left the room.
Dick wasn't going to go to school tomorrow.
Dick woke up, he felt kind of sick. Suddenly he realized that he had no clothes on and went to get dressed. He was pushed down by a gloved hand.
"master Bruce has requested that you rest today, master Dick"
Said Alfred.
"he sent me to check on you"
Dick eased back into the bed. He sneaked a peak at his wrists, and went wide eyed 'oh no' he thought staring at the fresh, dry , bandages that wrapped his arms. Trying to hide his panic, he looked at Alfred.
"really?"
He said as naturally as he could
"why?"
"he said something about giving you a day to rest, and relieve your stress with rest. He made it very clear to relieve your stress with rest, he didn't want you doing anything else today. The only other thing he made sure I make you do is eat something"
"oh, thanks Alfred, but can I, um, put some clothes on"
Dick laughed lightly as he said it. The butler gestured neatly folded pairs of pajamas laying on the end of the bed.
"Bruce bought you several pairs of pajamas. I don't really know why, you already own pajamas, many might I ad"
Dick laughed again.
"I'll leave so that you may change, Master Dick"
Dick quickly grabbed one of the pairs of pajamas and slipped it on, wondering instantly why he choose that one and why Bruce bought it.
It was a night gown, a male night gown to make it even more embarrassing. It went a little past his knees and was comfortable. He didn't feel like putting on another pair of pajamas so he just left it.
Dick got up and put on a pair of underwear. Then slowly laid back in the bed.
Just as Bruce ordered Alfred made sure that Dick spent the day resting, despite his protests.
Dick wanted to go train in the gym. Alfred wouldn't let him.
At one point Dick became restless and stared to do flips and things through his room. Alfred herd the ruckus and attempted to usher the boy back to bed, to no prevail.
"Master Bruce specifically stated that you must stay in bed and rest"
He said fallowing the boy as he flipped off the window sill and over his bed. Alfred noticed that he looked tired, exhausted, but the boy simply would not stop his movement. Alfred decide to try something else that he knows probably wont work.
"aren't you getting hungry, Master Dick, it's almost time for lunch."
"nope"
Answered the boy simply as he did a front hand spring off of his desk. Dick actually wasn't allowed to run around and flip around his room like this, but he wanted to get in some exercise so he broke the rule. The room was a wide open space with just a bed and a desk occupying it, the ceilings were pretty high and the room is big and flat. Dick thought 'what better place to move when you're locked in your room all day.'
After a little wile Alfred gave up on trying to stop the boy, and went to see if Bruce was home.
Alfred knocked then entered Bruce's study. Bruce sat at his desk doing work.
"you know"
Started Alfred
"locking him in his room all day isn't going to help anything"
Bruce sighed.
"he's only gotten 18 hours of sleep in the last three weeks. I was intending for him to sleep. Obviously, it didn't work"
"well he's a ball of energy right now"
"you know that's not what it. He just has the need to work out constantly. Maybe Wally's right, maybe he does have an eating disorder"
"i hate to say this, Master Bruce, but i believe that he does"
"what should I do, Alfred. The cutting, lack of food, he's destroying himself and I don't know what to do about it"
"a therapist, master Bruce, despite Dicks protests, they do work…I believe, though, that Master Dick just has a hard time talking to strangers about his problems. He can't reveal his identity as Robin, and so he can't get the full help he needs"
"who would you suggest"
"you've said before that Black Canary has had good results when talking to the team"
"yes, but I don't know if she can handle something this…big, this serious"
"Master Bruce…everything she talks to them about is serious, and it doesn't hurt to try"
Bruce sighed again
"fine, I'll see if she can talk to him…I'll call her right now"
"good…now I'm going to do see if I can persuade Dick into eating lunch today"
"oh, and, Alfred, did you take all the sharp objects out of his room like I said"
"ye, I have, I even searched for hidden knives and such, he had quite a few"
Bruce sighed as Alfred left.
After Bruce contacted Black Canary he made his way to Dicks room. He entered right as Alfred had given up o making Dick eat Lunch.
"I can't get him to stop, Master Bruce
Said Alfred, gesturing the flipping boy.
"Dick"
Said Bruce sternly. The boy stopped his flipping, and landed in front of Bruce.
"you are going to rest, in bed. You're not allowed to do strenuous activity of exercise today. Also, you are going to eat lunch, no objections"
Bruce ordered, sternly. Dick huffed."
"what am I, three years old?"
He said crossing his arms and pouting.
"well you certainly look like it, now get in bed
Dick huffed again, and went to lay down in his oversized bed. Bruce walked over and sat o the edge of the bed.
"Alfred's going to bring you lunch, and you're going to eat it…all of it"
"an what if I don't"
"then I'm going to sit here until you do weather you like it or not"
"I thought that I wasn't supposed to eat in my room?"
"I'm making an acceptation"
A few minutes later Alfred entered the room, lunch set neatly on a platter. He set a small table like thing in front of Dick, who still laid in bed, and placed the plated of food on it.
Dick sunk back into his bed. Sitting on the table in front of him is a simple turkey sandwitch with a glass of tea and a glass of water. Bruce crossed his arms, waiting for Dick to start eating.
"well?"
He said
"go on, eat it"
"I'm not hungry"
"your stomach has growled several times since I came in here"
"so, that doesn't mean anything"
"Just eat the sandwich"
Dick hesitantly picked up a piece of the sandwich; it had been cut into fours. Slowly, he took a bight chewed, and almost didn't swallow. It was a slow process, but eventually he finished the one fourth
"can I be done now"
He asked
"no, you have to eat the entire thing, not just one or two fourths, and stop moving your leg"
Dick stopped shaking his leg under the covers.
It took about an hour but, eventually, Dick made it through three thirds of the sandwich.
"do I have to eat the last one"
"yes"
Dick groaned
"come on Dick, you're almost done"
"why are you making me do this"
"because the only thing you've eaten this week is two carrots, and you've lost a significant amount of weight"
"I have not, I can't seem to loose weight to make me thinner"
"How much do you weigh?"
Dick shrugged. Bruce got off the bed, and carefully removed the table from in front of Dick.
"we're going to find out then"
Dick got out of bed and fallowed Bruce into the bathroom. Bruce placed the stool right in the middle of the room, and told Dick to get on it.
"this is going to be a blind weight, so do not look at the number, step on backwards"
Dick did as he was told, and stepped on the scale backwards, he was afraid of what the number might be. When Bruce saw the number, he wasn't very surprised, just…disappointed.
"you can get off now"
Dick stepped off and looked at the man
"what was it?"
"I'm not telling you"
"why not?"
"until you get better I'm not telling you…I'm going to be monitoring your eating, and set some rules for when you eat"
"can't I just eat on my own?"
"apparently not…how much did you weigh last year?"
"I don't' know, 150 give or take"
Bruce sighed again.
"alright…you still haven't finished that sandwich, don't think I forgot about it, you also need to drink both of the liquids."
it took about another half hour, but Dick finished the last piece of the sandwich, and the two Drinks. Alfred came in an took it all away. Bruce stayed seated on the edge of the bed.
"well, I'm done"
Said Dick
"you can go now"
Dick was on the verge of tears
"I'm not leaving, we need to talk"
"about?"
" some problems you've been having. I'm going to put you on a strict eating schedule. You're not allowed to go to the bathroom After or during meals. You also won't be allowed to leave the dining room until you've finished everything on your plate"
"what's with all of these ridicules rules you're suddenly throwing at me"
"you need to start eating again. On Thursdays you're going to therapy sessions with Black Canary, she's agreed to help with whatever's bothering you"
"there's nothing wrong, there's nothing bothering me"
There obviously is, seeing as there are cuts on your wrists and no food going down your esophagus"
"oh yeah…I have a question, what if I really have to go to the bathroom during or after the meal"
"don't change the subject"
"I'm not, it's one of the ridicules rules which are part of the subject, so I am not changing the subject."
"fine, if you really have to go to the bathroom, then you can go to the bathroom, but I'm standing outside the door"
"why! That's even more ridicules the other rules"
"I made the other rules to protect your health, along with me standing outside the door"
"why do you have to stand outside the door?"
"I want to make sure that your not throwing up your food"
Dick was shocked, he could hardly believe that Bruce would think he'd do something like that."
"why would I do that?"
"we're done with this part of the conversation…we need to talk about those cuts on your wrist"
Dicks eyes widened for a moment, but then they drooped to look at the blanket that he was twisting, and pulling in his hands.
"I don't want to talk about that, you weren't even supposed to know"
"why not, you know I could have helped you, I'm not some cold blooded animal you know"
"well you sure act like one"
Bruce got off the bed.
"if you don't want to talk about that right now, it's fine, but don't think we won't talk about it"
As Bruce was about to exit, Dick stopped him.
"can…Wally come over today, I know I'm supposed to be resting but, it would be nice to have him here"
Bruce sighed
"fine, Wally can come over, but promise me you'll rest before he gets here"
"uh, fine, sure"
When Bruce's footsteps disappeared down the hallway, Dick let out a breath. He got off of the bed and went into the bathroom, he didn't stop to look in the mirror like he usually did, he just went strait for the relief he had been waiting for since that morning.
He searched his bathroom high and low, looking for all of the sharp objects, knives, razors, that he kept hidden. He couldn't find a single one. 'where did they go?' he asked himself, then suddenly realized that Bruce had probably told Alfred to search and remove all sharp items from Dicks room.
'might a swell give me a binky and stick me in a crib'
He thought continuing his search into the bedroom 'there has to be something sharp, somewhere' Dick was getting antsy, he wanted, needed, that cut that he wasn't getting at the moment.
Finally Dick gave up on his search, he pinched, and twisted a spot on his wrist until it turned purple, it gave him what he wanted but it just wasn't the same, he'd have to find a way to get a sharp object into his room and hide it from Bruce, the anxiety was killing him.
Gah, this took me, like for days to finish, and I feel like it's not very good at all, to be honest I totally thought that this was going to be a short chapter, man was I wrong, oh well hoped you liked it, I have no idea how this turned into an eating disorder story, sorry 'bout that, I'll try to get it more on track with the cutting, that's what this story is supposed to be about, that and his whole thing with how Dick doesn't want Wally to know about the Joker incident, like I said I'm pretty sure that the next is last, alright enough of my talk R&R please! Thanks! J
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