A/n: This is a part two from the chapter: "Who am I really?"
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Damian sat crossed legged upon his bed, with a note pad in his hands as he began to write.

It was more about how he was feeling per say than a note. But he still had a plan to write one, after all isn't that what your supposed to do in a situation like this, the one he was stuck within.

I'm so confused. I don't know why I am nothing to everyone.
Damian quickly wrote down. He brushed the tears from his green eyes and read over all he had written, causing a tightness to form inside his chest.

As he read, it brought forth more emotions, more hurt and pain until it all felt too much for him.

Damian grabbed his note pad and launched it across the room and grabbed his pillow and brought it to his face, silencing his screams of brokenness, to only be sounds of a muffled cry.

He was so frustrated, confused and hurt. He just wanted it all to stop.
He slammed the pillow down as of it has caused all the numbness and hurt inside of him.

"Damn it" said Damian. He looked around his room and his eyes weld up with more tears. This time he didn't brush them away he allowed them the phone down his face crashing upon his bed.

"I...I can't" whispered Damian as he slowly moved over towards his blade. The one that had been so comforting to him but also his greatest enemy through all of this.

He held the blade within his hands, just staring at it for a moment. Allowing all the hurt, all the pain, all words in his mind and all the words others have said to him flow freely now within himself. Everything was rushing to the surface. He was done, he's had enough. All Damian wants to escape it all, to forget.

To disappear.

"Do I matter, does anyone care, am I enough, am I important?
No...I guess I'm not. I'm not important, I don't matter. I have no value and I will never be enough to anyone. I am unlovable.
Because...
Who am I am really? I'm lost. I'm just...done." Damian said out loud and with that he pressed deeply and harshly into his own skin. He dragged the sharp blade half way down his arm before his door was pushed open quickly.

"DAMIAN STOP!" yelled a voice he was very familiar to. He paused for a second, his eyes landing on his father racing into the room.

No.
Thought Damian and he quickly pushed down again and only cut an inch more before Bruce snatched the blade out of shaking hands.

The blade was now half way across the room. Damian looked from it to his father, his green eyes wide. So many different things were rushing in his head. The biggest one, how his father was going to be.

Damian expected his father to be pissed, to be angry, especially disappointed in him. He even thought Bruce might hit him, yell and make things worse. But just the opposite happened, and that is what he truly needed at this moment.
To feel wanted, to feel loved, to acknowledge things are going to be okay, even if it isn't right now. It was alright, things he thought weren't true, he was cared about,  he was loved. He just just couldn't see it.

Bruce quickly wrapped Damian within his arms. His grip on his was tight. Damian was hit with the realization that his father loved him and was so afraid of losing him, that he held on so tightly.

Damian was frozen. So much was happening, and he couldn't begin to understand stand it. His confusion reached a new level. He thought he didn't matter, that he was worthless, that no one loved him and wouldn't bat an eye if he was gone. Dead and gone from their lives. But this, this was the opposite. His father was showing Damian now that he was cared about, that he was wrong, he was so wrong that he was swallowed up in his own mind and darkness. Not seeing any light, his dreams and hopes all dead, he felt so lost and gone that he was seconds away from ending  it, ending it all.

With that thought in place, Damian began to shake and latched tightly on to his father. His head was buried within his father's chest as he cried and cried sobs and shakes break through his small body.

"Shhh Damian. It's all right." Bruce said. He stood up, with Damian in his arms, holding on for dear life as he was being carried downstairs to the batcave to get patched up.

The next few moments went by in a blur for Damian, most likely for the lost of blood but also due to all the emotional chaos he just went through.
Both his mind and body were tired and in a bit of shock at the moment.

Damian's eyes began to flutter open. He right away recognized the Batcave. He laid there for a second, allowing everything to come back to him. When it all did he sat up quickly, a bit out of breath because he was panicking slightly.

Just then he felt a hand upon his shoulder. He quickly looked over and saw it was his father. He inhaled sharply and his eyes widen with fresh tears, threatening to spill out.

"Damian..." Bruce said and stood up beside his son.

"...I...I-I...I'm sorry! I'm so s-sorry Father!" Damian said as he broke down, buried his face within his hands as he should what sobs from this broken heart.

"Shhh...no. You have nothing to apologize for chum." Bruce said as he picked up Damian's broken form and held him in his arms.
"Damian.....Damian look at me son." said Bruce.

After a second he pulled himself from his father's chest and fearfully looked up into his father's face.

He didn't see hate, or disappointment. He saw love, hurt, worry and concern.
This breaking Damian's heart even more, for the fact that he was hurting his father with all of this, with himself.

"Damian, you are one of the most important things I have in my life. If I was to lose you, especially in a way like...this. I would be beside myself. I'd be lost and I blame myself which is what I'm doing now for not seeing what I was doing to you. How much pain you were in. I'm sorry Damian. Please forgive me son, I love you." Bruce said as tears rolled slowly down his face.

Damian quickly moved forward and wrapped his arms around Bruce.
"You have nothing to be sorry for father, I am. And...I'm sorry too" whispered Damian as tiredness was calling him. He had been through a great deal and all his body and mind wanted to do now was rest.

His body grew heavier against Bruce's chest as his eyes slowly closed.

"Rest chum, rest" said Bruce for he knew how worn his son truly was and how he was fighting it, fighting off sleep and allowing himself to rest.

Bruce pressed a small kiss against Damian's forehead and he leaned into the touch and finally closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take hold. Bruce pulled him closer into his chest, and held tightly onto him. Bruce closed his eyes and thought to himself, what if I didn't hear Damian outside his bedroom? He would be gone...dead and it would have been all my fault. I've failed him and for that...this, I'll never forgive myself.

"I...I can't lose you too" whispered Bruce.
He stayed with Damian all night, keeping his son safe within his arms.