Robins!

Cut 2

A/N: Really quick, thank you to kaodksosksc for suggesting a part 2 for this one shot!  Thank you for your amazing idea! 

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After a hearty breakfast of pancakes, Dick crept upstairs.  He had thrown his favorite knife away, darn it!  But he luckily had plenty extras for situations like this!  The problem now, was that Jason knew his hiding space.  Luckily, over the course of 9 years living in the manor, the 18 year old had made and learned of many hiding spaces for his knives.  Filling his old hiding space with books, like Moby Dick and 1984, Dick shut it.

Dick lugged his extra knives to another more secret safe behind his bathtub.  Dick opened the safe and tossed his knives in, then shut it as quickly as he had opened it, hoping nobody had just seen his actions.  On second thought, Dick pulled out a knife and started carving more lines into his arms.

Jason would be ashamed.  He had after all pretended that that knife was the only one he had.  Ah.... poor Jason, he just only got rid of may favorite knife, thought Dick.

Dick had many thoughts as the blood soaked his arm.  He pushed them away and focused on the blood.  It was kinda comforting, the blood.  All red and dark looking, it gave him great comfort to look at it.  Especially feel the blood soak him.  What he didn't like was the pain, but he would get used to it.  He had to, after 9 years and everything.  Though Dick did not know what had possessed him to cut himself at age 9.

Dick didn't notice the door creak open,"Hey Dick wanna play cards with Jason, Dami, and I- wait, what the heck is wrong with your arm?!"

Tim's concerned shriek echoed across the manor and Dick winced as his three brother's found him carving his arm.

"Dick.  Explain.  Now." Jason's eyes blazed unhealthily, with madness.

"Um..."

"You'll have to do better than that."

"I told you I can't stop!"

"That doesn't make it healthy!"

"For me!  It's not your concern!"

"Yes it is, when a family member is hurting themselves then I will butt in!"

"Did you just call me family?"

"Yes...."

"Yaya!"

"That doesn't get you anywhere Dick!  I'm still mad at you!"

"But you're not my boss!"

"Yeah, I am!  I'm kinda two years older then you because when I came back...."

"Yeah, sorry I brought that up, but technically I have more years on you.  And I'm technically in charge..."

"Anyway, don't change the subject.  Why?!"

"I..." Dick was cut short.

"He's losing a lot of blood." Damian pointed out.

Glad for a distraction from explaining, Dick quickly hushed Damian,"That's the usual amount of blood, it's not that bad."

"Usual amount?" Tim's face was paling unnaturally.

Dick's face went from pain to concern,"Tim are you okay?  You look really pale, did you eat something? Was it the pancakes?  I shouldn't have put that much *starts mumbling something intelligible*"

"Um..." Damian's face turned green,"You put that in?"

"Yeah, old recipe.  From mami and tati," Dick paused and his eyes clouded, then he realized he had been speaking in Romani,"Oops, sorry.  Wrong language."

Dick stood up and wrapped a bandage around his arm as nonchalantly as possible, then turned to Tim,"You kay?"

"Why?" you could hardly hear Tim's voice.

Dick's face dropped,"That's why your face is pale... look, it doesn't concern you, it's fine."

"Then can we know Grayson?" Damian asked.

"Do you want me to say?" Dick looked tired and he plopped on his bed dramatically.

"Yes please." Jason sat on the edge of Dick's bed and tugged the small frame of the younger, but technically older teen.  Dick had not been too active in Jason's life before death, but when Dick was around, Jason and him had had a strong bond.  Dick was older and more agile, and liked to tease the boy who was two years younger then him.  Being two years younger, but more muscly, Jason liked being physical.  Jason remembered the times he had nightmares and Dick comforted him, all his life.  Dick deserved the same, now that he was two years younger then Jason.  Since Jason had come back two years older then Dick.

Jason tugged the 18 year old's frail frame to his chest and hugged him tight, so that is was like when Bruce had hugged him as a young child.

Dick sighed and squeezed his eyes shut so that he looked like a little kid,"Do I have to Jay?" he practically whimpered.

"Yes Dick."

The two younger boys looked in shock and Jason shot them a warning glare.

Dick began,"Why do I cut myself?  Easy.  My whole life.  That's the reason.  Everyday of my life, something remotely bad happens.  The day my parents died, the day Failsafe happened, the day I thought Bruce had left me, the day Jason died, the day I almost lost Tim, the day Bruce hit me hard, the day I lost Wally, the day Roy decided he didn't like living anymore, the day I dropped you Damian, and Deathstroke and all his torturous ways.  That's why."

The room fell silent, aside Dick's heavy breathing.

Dick looked into Jason's eyes, and Jason could practically see his scarred heart and bleeding insides, and Dick repeated his last line, "That's why."