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•This takes place the day after the previous events.
•feel free to curse ppl in this story out,i would too.
•WARNING: This part contains SH and very descriptive scenes for all listed above.
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When Damian awoke the next morning he went down for a snack,trained and then went to get the cleaning supplies to clean the blood from the previous night. When he finally did get the cleaning supplies he was followed by Dick unknown to him dick had seen the blood he was trying to clean up and raced down the stairs. That's when damian head him.
"GRAYSON! GET BACK HERE! DO NOT TELL FATHER OR ANYONE ELSE!" he shouted through the halls of the manor.
"Don't tell me what damian." Bruce said walking up behind damian.
"Nothing father..." Damian looked down and walked away and this made bruce suspicious of damian. He was just about to go back to his work when Dick slammed the door open and slammed it shut alarming everyone in the house. When they all made their way to Bruce's study they had Tim knock on the door and when Dick opened it he just sighed and let them all in saying "you all need to hear this anyway... This is...heavy to say the least."
This worried everyone,knowing that he was being dead serious and not just goofing off like he normally does around the manor they all sat in a different spot around the small to medium sized room.
"I think...Damians been hurting himself...I know it sounds crazy but i walked with him to his room today trying to talk to him but he was zoned out and when we finally reached his room he had dried blood on his carpet and i saw...bandages on his wrists...I just hope im wrong. Not to mention that he has cleaning supplies,and a first aid kit..." When Dick finally stopped he saw his entire family had their jaws dropped to the floor.
"Dick,your probably just imagining things. Don't worry about him he's probably being a dramatic baby." Bruce said. That caused everyone to do their famous 'Bat-glare™' at him. But bruce just wasn't bothered by the fact. But after every single one of his Emotionally Closed Off Children™ exited the room they came up with a plan to make sure their little brother wasn't hurting himself.
𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐷𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐴𝑁
He had finally gotten the stain out of the carpet. 'Yes!' He thought pumping his fists in the air in happiness. But all good things don't last forever...when he put the cleaning supplies away he was suddenly hit with this feeling of guilt. He wasn't sure where it came from or what caused it but he was just..drained.....just like that. He was just ready to give up. Like that. He walked to his room and thought about doing 'It' again...he was going to not go through with it, but he was just drawn to the razor he had in the bathroom...
"This is what i get for being a brat..." He told himself.
"Mother would be proud I'm owning up to my mistakes and trying to discipline myself." He breathed.
As the cool metal blade hit his left wrist the guilt he felt was instantly gone like a wave that washed over his body. He made the first cut and it was as deep as the last set he made last night. He was slicing slowly breathing in the relief of the pain the razor brought, the rush of adrenaline he got when he made the cut. His eyes closed he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Not wanting he moment to end he repeated this process over and over and over again until there was no space left on either of his wrists.
'Shit...' He thought inspecting his wrists.
SRY BUT THIS IS
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