_________________________________________ ~GO CHECK OUT MY UPDATES BOOK BEFORE READING THIS BC IT WILL EXPLAIN A LOT MORE.
~Dami loves musicals
~his favorite is 'Newsies:The Broadway musical's
~He's about 15-16 in this
~There's Angst and suicidal thoughts and actions in this.
IF YOU ARE FEELING SUICIDAL TRY TO TALK TO SOMEBODY. YOU SHOULDN'T RESORT TO WHAT DAMIAN IS DOING. THIS IS PURELY FOR WRITING AND STORYLINE PURPOSES. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS AND DAMIAN AGREES WITH ME.
A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A LONG TIME!! _________________________________________
"MINUTE BY MINUTE! THAT'S HOW YOU WIN IT, WE WILL FIND A WAYYY~~" The TV in Damian's room played. He hummed along to the lyrics of the song that was playing on his favorite musical. Newsies:the Broadway musical. He had discovered this musical by scrolling across Disney+™ and searched up musicals. When his brother Tim Drake came in he quickly stopped the TV from playing. 'WHY CANT DRAKE EVER KNOCK!!' He thought as his brother started to talk to him.
"Come downstairs, lunch is done." Tim said quickly right before he walked out, not wanting to hear Damian's voice. As it was annoying to him. *Sigh* Damian sighed and opened his door to find Titus, his dog, sitting at his door. He quickly gave Titus belly rubs and hurried downstairs. "I'm here." He said to announce his arrival in the dinning room. "Finally." Jason whispered to Tim and the latter snickered thinking Damian didn't hear it, but alas Damian did. As he had heard every rude and snarky remark towards him starting from when he first arrived at the Manor. After dinner he continued his musical and went on his phone for a little bit and checked his socials.
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"Damn, people really like my art" he thought to himself. He was whipped out of this thoughts when he heard giggling coming from Infront of the TV in his room. "Fuck." He thought to himself. He thought he had gotten caught by Grayson or Drake or something but he soon realized that it was actually just Jon. His boyfriend. When he got up to go give his beloved a kiss he was suddenly stopped short when Jon came to him first and planted a soft and tender kiss on his lips. "I missed you sooo much!!" Jon said to Damian sweetly
"I missed you too beloved." Damian also stated in a sweet tone of voice. "How long until I get to see you again?" Jon asked knowing that Damian was still grounded after last week's indecent when he went after the joker by himself and got hurt. When he was grounded he immediately called Jon to let him know. "Until Tuesday" Damian said. "But that's so far awayyyy!! Its Friday!!" Jon whined.
"Jonathan." Damian warned "Fine...but I'm still sad." Jon Whined again crossing his arms like a child. "You need to go before someone sees you." Damian said sweetly. "Okay...see ya later Dami." Jon said heading out the window with a pout on his face. "Goodbye." Damian said towards Jon and closed his window again.
*Knock,Knock* the noise came from the other side of Damian's door. When he paused the movie he told the person to come in. It was Jason. "Hey demon spawn. B wants you in his study." With that Jason closed the door not letting Damian get a word in. He sighed in frustration and thought 'Fine. Whatever.' As he headed down to his father's study he was stopped short when he heard laughing. Coming from his room. He raced up the stairs tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he didn't want this to become a joke and make him feel even worse about himself. "Oh that is hilarious. The demon spawn actually watches musicals." Tim said. "Get.out.Drake." Damian warned. Wanting Tim to get out that very second.
"Well your not so scary anymore. Demon." Tim taunted. That's when Damian snapped. He finally let the tears fall. They were falling rapidly and more and more kept rolling down his face. He sobbed and sobbed and yelled and yelled at Tim to get out. That's when everyone came rushing to his door and had saw the commotion. "Damian!" Dick yelled as soon as he saw his youngest brother in tears sobbing and yelling at Tim to get the hell out. Of course everyone else had taken Tim's side as they thought they knew that Damian was just gaslighting him. "Stop gaslighting him demon. And to think you were starting to get better. Well I guess your just still mentally ill." Jason said.
"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT. GET OUT.GET OUT. GET OUT. STOP TOUCHING ME GRAYSON. STOP,STOP,STOP,STOP. I DONT LIKE IT." Damian screamed and yelled and sobbed until he threw up. Once he felt it coming he ran to the bathroom in his room and threw up the days wide range of food. 'Disgusting.' He thought while still sobbing and throwing up. 'why am I so DISGUSTING.' He thought again. Everyone was shocked to say the least. They thought the 'Demon' was incapable of emotions. They were all scared and ashamed they made him cry and sob till he threw up. Especially Tim.
When he was finally done throwing up everyone had cleared out except for Bruce. "Damian" he started "I know,I know. I shouldn't let emotions get the best of me. There's always a bright side. That kinda stuff. Yeah sorry. Now please leave me alone." He said looking down at his hands that were fidgeting. Bruce just looked sad and surprised. 'is that really what he thought I was going to say? Does he really think that low of me?'What really set it off for Bruce was his own son trying to gaslight his other son and then lie about it. "No, Damian I was going to say that you made the wrong choice by gaslighting your brother. Then lie about it. You need to rethink your choices and stay in here until dinner. Untill I say so, you are grounded. Am I understood." Bruce said narrowing his eyes.
"Yes father, that's clear." Damian said back. "Good. I hate repeating myself." Bruce finished. When he left the room Damian started Balling again he was making ugly noises and he just didn't want anyone to hear so he muffled them. When he calmed down his eyes were puffy and there tear marks all over his face. He thought of doing something he had never done before. But then he wasn't suicidal. He pulled out a pocket knife he kept with him for self defense. He made a cut on his wrist. And another and another and another. He made at least 10-15 cuts.
Some big some small. Some thick some thin. But they all had one thing in common. They were all deep. When he was feeling better he washed off all of the blood. But there was still blood seeping through the door. Onto the carpet. He could just slit his throat here. But it would be too easy. He couldn't just give up. He decided to take things slow and easy. He wrapped up his wrists with bandages and went to bed not bothering to clean up.
