Nico di Angelo meets batman

Im fine (oneshot)

(A/N) This is something that I wanted to do, but then I decided to take it down. Since I'm not updating anymore, I though you would want to see this.

Sleeping is what Nico dreaded the most. But Nico was exhausted. And as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a world of dreams and the past. The nightmares kept coming at a rapid speed and the crying started.

The whole family woke up to someone yelling and sobbing. This wasn't uncommon in the manor, but Bruce saw all of the boys out and as confused as he was. That left only Nico.

Nico was tossing and turning, shouting names, and sobbing. There was one name that he said the most. It was...

"Bianca! Non lasciarmi Hai promesso di non andartene! Hai promesso che avresti aspettato! Per favore!" Nico sobbed. The family never had seen a nightmare this bad. Nico shot up, scaring the family. Only his heavy yet shallow breathing was heard.

"What was that about, di Angelo? You woke us all up!" Jason snarled over his concern.

"S-sorry. Just a nightmare. I'm fine." Nico muttered. "Can y'all like, go? I'm fine!" The family filed out of the room. Nico buried his head in his hands.

"I bet they couldn't care less. They just came here because I disturbed them. Don't get attached. Keep your feelings down. Rebel. That way, they'll put you back into the orphanage. Then, you won't get hurt." Nico said to himself. Little did he know, Dick was listening in.

All night, Nico was forcing himself awake.

This was a routine. It went on like that for, to Nico, what felt like ages.

Jason would harrass him, and Damian would verbally assault him. Timothy was usually not around, and Dick was being his namesake, fussing over Nico.

But on Thursday...

"Hey kid!" Nico mentally groaned. Jason. Nico forced a nonchalant face over his tired one.

"Yeah?" Without any warning, Jason shoved Nico against the wall. Nico's head hit the wall hard. Nico yelped. He struggled against Jason's grip.

"What do you want!?" Nico snapped. Jason punched Nico in the face.

"That's gonna leave a mark." Nico muttered, holding his cheek. Jason shoved Nico to the ground and towered over him.

"No one wants you here! Just go away! No one would want to see your face! You don't have a place in this world!" That's when Nico snapped. He stood up angrily.

"You don't think I know that? I'm not that stupid! I know that I'm not wanted! I know! Leave me alone!" Nico ran to his room, locked the door, and searched through his bag. Once he found what he was looking for, He locked himself in the bathroom.

He dragged the razor blade across his wrist.

One cut.

Two cuts.

Three cuts.

Four cuts.

Five cuts.

Six cuts.

Six more to the collection of thirty-one. That's thirty-seven cuts. He wrapped his arm with an ace bandage, and threw his aviator's jacket on to hide it.

Nico was dangerously thin and light. He was a lot paler, but one thing always stayed the same.

No one ever saw him smile. not even a ghost of a smile.

Dick tried so hard to make Nico grin. Bruce, Alfred, Dick, and Tim made a contest of who can make Nico smile.

Jason and Damian did the opposite.