Panic attack in this chapter
Nico (3rd PoV)
And with that he knocked...
He stepped back,waiting for someone to open the door. Or something to happen,he wasn't sure. Technically he could just shadow travel away before the door opened,and he didn't know why he didn't do that to be honest.So he kept standing there awkwardly,playing with his fingers as he waited at the door. Fuck it. He thought as he took a step back,just as he turned around the door opened and,gods no. That weird dude that questioned him on the street earlier opened the door. Fuck no. Nico forced a smile. The man, Bruce was it? Looked at him in shock,though it looked played. "Didn't expect you when Batman asked if i had a room to spare for the night." Do I sass or not? "Neither did I. Guess we both got a suprise. I can go again aswell you know?" Nico answered. Bruce looked unimpressed for a moment before sighing. "No,no just come in." He said and opened the door further for Nico to come inside.Which after a moment he did,although hesitantly and with awkward glances towards the man as he passed him.Once Nico was inside Bruce closed the door behind him. "Alfred will show you the room you can use for the night,and if you have questions you can ask him those aswell.Dinner is in half an hour." Bruce said and left Nico standing there. That's all?seriously? Who's Alfred? Nico had an internal panic,he was stood in a random dudes mansion after a random hero had brought him there because he chilled on a bench in the park he had planned to sleep on. And now Alfred who is where and what the actual fuck? Standing stiffly and awkwardly in the entrance Nico didn't move an inch from where he stood,only a hand on his shoulder made him focus on a old looking man in a suit.Nico just stared at him,confused.The he shrugged his hand off his shoulder and took a step away from the man."I'm Alfred,I'm showing you the room you shall use for the night?" The man,Alfred said. Oh. Nico just nodded and followed the man up a flight of stairs and then down a hallway to the right.Alfred stopped at a door and opened it,featuring inside. "Here is your room Master Nico. A bathroom is right down the hall to the left,the dining room is down the stairs to the left." Just as Nico turned around the man was already gone. How does he... A feeling of unease washed over Nico,but he chose to ignore it,instead placing his bag down on the floor and looking around the room. It was rather big,fitting a bed,a dresser,a bookshelf and many smaller desk type of things aswell as drawers and a bedside table.With a sigh Nico walled towards the door,no use just sitting there doing nothing when he could explore the house aswell. And he did just that. Thus he figured out where the bathroom is,found a movie room,a living room,a training room and many other rooms that looked like they belong to other people.Now that he possesses the knowledge of where what is in this giant house,he decided to not take a chance and be late and made his long way to the dining room. Just when he arrived in the doorway to the dining room Bruce sat down at the head of a long table. When he spotted Nico he gestured to a seat with a plate next to him,reluctantly Nico took said seat.And so an awkward silence took over the dinner. Nico,since the jar had a problem with food,but he also had already eaten a pizza bread just before so he just took a few mashed potatoes onto his plate,thankfully enough Bruce didn't comment on it. "I apologise for the absence of my son's,they appear to be rather busy." Bruce said after some time.Nico just hummed and kept silent.he couldn't care less if his sons attended dinner or not. And so dinner awkwardly passed. Once back in his room Nico sighed and pulled out fresh clothes out of his backpack and moved to the bathroom to take a shower,not even wasting any time with the mirror. He knew what he looked like,he got undressed and stepped into the shower,letting the warm water flow down his body,relaxing his muscles. After some time he got out and dried off,groaning when he realised he ripped his shirt in his room,so he did the only reasonable thing,got dressed in his pants and opened the bathroom door to go to his room and get his shirt,what he didn't expect though was for Bruce to stand in front of the door with his hand raised to knock. They stared at each other,both in shock,Nico because Bruce now saw his scarred body,and Bruce because...well also because he saw Nicos scarred body.Bruce opened his mouth to say something,but Nico had already slipped past him and sprinted down the hall into his room,he slammed the door and slid down it.He grips his hair,tugging on it while his chest tightened,Bruce saw.He saw. Nico was curling up,heaving in breaths and trying to get air in,but it wasn't working, (his lungs ain't lunging) frantically he grasped his chest,but all he could do was pant and breathe heavy as his vision darkened and he slowly plummeted into uncounsious.
Bruce (3rd PoV)
Bruce was shocked,he wanted to talk to Nico,but what he had just saw was not near anything he expected. And the fact how the boy had just ran away after it didn't settle right with Bruce.So he did what he thought to be best,and walked after him,knocking on his door,he could hear fast and irregular breathing and that was all it took for him. He knocked. "Nico? Are you okay in there?" When he got no answer he tried to open the door,locked. So what did he do? He broke it open ofcourse,kind of regretting that choice when he realised the boy was sitting against that door,but seeing him on the floor curled up,crying and struggling to breathe quickly pushed the guilt aside,he kneeled down next to Nico and shook his shoulder. Said boys reaction to that was kick out and scramble away,Bruce was at a loss,he did not know how to act in this situation,and Nico looked pale,more so then before....
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Nico di Angelo,annoying life
FanfictionThe story centered around Nico after The sun and the star. Read to find out I'm not good at describing. Trigger warnings are defiantly depression,self harm,puking and blood.swears as well cause we love to swear. The characters don't belong to me.