Damian one-shots

Damian and Tim

Prompt: Tim is depressed and decides cutting is the only way. Damian has been in the state before for a long time and still is. Trigger warnings and also if you need someone to talk to I'm always here.
Ages
Tim: 18
Damian:15
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3rd person
Tim and Damian have never gotten along. They just never did. It was constant fights. Until one day. It was a Saturday. Tim was remembering his parents. Then he thought about Bruce and Dick. He thought of Jason. He then thought of Damian. Thinking Bruce and Dick pitied him. That was the only reason why they even kept him. Thinking Jason was right. I was just a replacement. Nothing more than an understudy. Thinking of Damian. Thinking he was right. Right About him being useless. From the countless fights they have had. Calling each other Rude uncalled for names. Although Tim and Damian always were rude to each other. Tim always took it to far. Most think it was Damian that takes it to far. It's not it's Tim. He just made Damian take all the weight. Some of the names were attacking Damian's heritage (and ethnicity it's just too annoying to spell that). Though to Tim, it wasn't that mean. I mean have you met his mom. But for Damian, he hated it when Tim attacked his heritage. Damian is ALWAYS tempted to say names about his parents. To fire back. To get revenge. For all names he has called Damian. He never did though. For the reason, Damian thought he was unwanted, a failure, a pity case, a mistake, after all he was a product of rape. Tim says it says it all the time. And for the reason, that he just wanted to make his family proud. Bruce, dick, Jason, Talia, Ra's, and Tim. Although Damian will never feel that they are proud of him.
To the two boys they only had one option. A razor.
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Damian's POV
Dick isn't home neither is Jason. Shoot. English isn't my first language. Arabic is. Spanish is my second. English is like my fifth meaning I don't know all the translations from another language to English sometimes. Usually meaning all the Time I go to Dick or Jason for translation. Both are off world on a mission. This assignment was due tomorrow and I didn't feel like getting a bad grade on it. So I did the unthinkable, I went to Tim to ask for help. When I walked in Tim's room I see...
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3rd person
Damian walks in and Sees Tim in the corner. Crying. Razor in hand about to make his first scar. Damian screams
"STOP".
Tim looks at Damian confused. Then with hate.
"What! Come to tell me again what I already know. I know I'm useless. I know I'm worthless so let me END IT" Tim screams at Damian. Tears prickling his eyes.
"What! No. I was literally coming to ask for some damn help to see you about to cut your self well guess what. Your not going to!" Damian screams back. He rushes over and takes the razor from Tim's hands.
"What do you mean I can't I am a grown ass adult" Tim yells back.
"Yeah you can't! Cause god dammit I don't care if your adult. That doesn't mean you can do whatever you fucking want! Your lucky came in because I just fucking saved you from becoming ME!" Damian yells.
Tim yells back
"WHY DO YOU CARE?!? ALL YOU DO IS CALL ME WORTHLESS AND USELESS. AND I FINALLY REALIZED YOH WERE RIGHT. AND YOUR YELLING AT ME!!!!" Tim screams back. Tears pricking his eyes.
Damian rolls up his sleeves. Which he never does because of all scars he gave himself. Damian starts full blown crying. Tim sees the scars and starts crying even harder. 
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Tim's POV
I start crying harder than I was before. But I don't know why. It was only Demon Spawn. But I felt something tug at my heart. I think it was love because he... he... he... is my little brother. And... And... And... he was hurting himself. Horrifically at that . It was only then did I realize that Damian has NEVER worn a short sleeved. I put my hands over my mouth.
"I call you worthless because that's what I am.
I call you useless because that's what I am.
I am ugly
I am a murder
I am a failure
I am a demon
I am a product of rape
I am good for nothing
I am a pity case
I was forced upon everyone in this family
I am a demon. I am heading for hell. I deserve punishment.  I can never wear a t-shirt. I'm to fat. I can't wear shorts. I'm to ugly. I must hide because I must make a choice so no one will see me. I cut. I cut. I cut. To mask my pain. You... you will NOT. Every cut you make on yourself and trust me I will know. It will be double.... no triple on me. I already have to hide. You shouldn't."
Damian was in full blown tears. He takes off his shirt. To show scars upon scars upon scars. Some for himself and the rest from torture. He walks up to me and falls to his knees right in front of me.
"I may yell and I may scream. I may say stuff. None of it's true. It's all to hide my true self. It's only to mask the pain. Please, Please, Please DO NOT hid the pain. Let others in. Les others help. Or you will end up like me. Now that's a horrible fate". Damian is sobbing. I pull him in and let him cry and cry and cry. I whisper in his ear comforting words in his ears. I give him my hoodie. It was a little big on him but whatever. We fall sleep on the floor together.
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ANOTHER UPDATE WHOOHOOO. I'm tired and going to bed have a good night also 1012 words.