—- self harm——

Damian rushed inside the house running upstairs as quickly as possible to avoid any contact. This time, the popular gang took it too far; he had been bullied his for years but nobody knew, but this time, it got physical. They punched his eye which ressolved in being purple and black and a bruise on his stomach, and they just walked away like nothing happened.

He knew he was grounded from patrol tonight since last time he didnt follow orders correctly, even though that ressolved in saving a whole family. He ran to his room really fast, locking the door behind him. He put his robin mask on just to cover up, and long sleeves. He went inside the bathroom for his daily routine.

But it wasnt the same routine as everyone.

Oh no.

It was completely differant than what one would assume. He goes in, lifts his sleeves up, cuts, and stitches it all up and hides from everyone. Nobody really suspected it, or so he thought. He burst into tears while sitting in a fetal position in the middle of the floor, bawling his heart out.

—- downstairs—-

"Hey Jason, can you get Demon spawn since dinner is almost ready and I kinda cant..." Tim told Jason, gesturing to his sprained ankle. He sprained it during patrol with Dick a few days ago, but nothing too serious. Jason nodded, although annoyed, and went up the stairs. He was getting closer to the youngest boys bedroom and heard crying, loud crying. He hurried up and knocked, but didnt get an answer.

Being the expert he was at picking locks, he quickly opened it and looked around. The crying was louder and clearly came from the bathroom. He knocked before hearing Damian.

"Go away!" He yelled, really angry but hurt. "Damian..." Jason ignored him telling him to fxck off and just picked the lock. He pushed the door and saw the youngest bat sitting on the floor, having hiccups and wearing a mask. He sat down next to him, and sighed.

"What happened?" He tried to make it sound like he doesnt care, but still alot of concern could be heard. Damian shook his head and backed up towards the wall more and turned his head away. Jason put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dami, what happened?" He asked showing as much concern as possible. He was now genuinely worried, he has never seen Damian, so... vulnerable? Broken? Sad? He heard more hiccups but no words and they looked each other in the eyes. Jason knew exactly what happened when he saw a tiny bit of the purple bruise peeking out the botton of the mask, and quickly pulled it off.

He was shocked; the bruise was big and almost black. Damian looked on the ground and broke down again, but this time in front of his brother. He cried and murmured under his breathe a small rant that Jason couldnt quite hear, and he just looked at the little bats palms. He saw a tiny, tiny tiny bit of a scar popping out of his sleeve, and hoped its not what he thought it was.

He was hoping it wasnt self harm, that it was a small scrape from patrol. He took a deep breathe and picked his wrist up and pushed the sleeves back. Damian tried to take his hand away quickly, but Jason was too strong. Dami had wide eyes and cried more, and scared of what Jason would say. He will tell everyone, probably beat you up like the others at school.

He did something unexpected. He hugged him, and Damian buried his face in his big bros chest and hysterically cried his heart out, although regretted it at the same time. He was showing him all his weaknesses, and didnt like that. Jason rubbed his back saying things like 'its ok' and 'shhh' and 'talk to me'. After 2 minutes he was done and rubbed tears away, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Damian, why?" Jason asked, still looking at his revealed arm that had scars running from his shoulders to his wrists. Alot of them were too deep without stitches although some did have stitches.

Damian shrugged as if it was nothing. "Dami... please tell me..." he tried to comfort. Damian looked him in the eyes. "No! Your gonna tell EVERYONE and laugh and beat me up..." he answered. Jason hugged him, letting him hiccup a few times and sob.

"Dami, you can tell me and i wont tell anyone, and I would never hurt you badly," he reassured. Damian gave in. He told most of the things on his mind to Jason.

"I hate myself. Life is worthless. Nobody likes me. I fucking wanna die and not come back. Everyone hates me. I want to stop feeling so bad. Its pointless... i should give up..." he said rather quickly and cried but less this time. Jason held him close.

"Please dont tell Grayson, Bruce or Drake! They will not help..." he begged him. "Okay. But one condition." Jason answered.

"Whats that?" He said after a hiccup.

"You have to show me all your scars since im guessing you have them on your thighs as well since I did see blood on your clothes, and show them everyday and never cut again." He said. He held his hand out, offering the deal. Damian thought for a minute, and shook his hand. Jason patted his back and told him food is waiting downstairs and that he will check later.

(This is a reupload from my wattpad (phoenixravenrose) sorry i know its not good but oh well.)