A/N: Damian is about to cut but Jon steps in and stops him. Fluff and some angst.

For: Robinbros

Dislocated.
Numbness.
Misplaced.
Alone.
Emptiness.
Worthless.

The list could go on and on and on again, for these are the words on this list that Damien felt so much of the time of his life. He never felt happy anymore, he felt shamed if he did smile. He became so familiar with
feeling worthless and hate of himself every single minute of the hour. He just wanted to feel something other than the pain. The pain was eating at him from the inside out.

He could tell that those around him was starting to notice the change within him but no one said or did anything, they just left he be. Left him to be alone, feeling more shameful than before for them leaving him alone and his problems only made the voice inside that much louder and more powerful to were he fell victim to.

"See no one cares what you are going through!"
"They hate you!"
"You're worthless!"
"You mean nothing to them... To anyone!"
"You done matter so why stay? Why continue to feel the hurt every single second of each day?"
"They won't miss you, they hardly see you now"
"Maybe what's best for everyone is you disappearing once and for all!"
"Death shall be your only escape, it's what's best for everyone who you love and who claim to love you"
"No one loves you... No one ever has"
"You were designed to be a weapon not something or someone to love"
"You Are Nothing!!!"

Damian felt trapped within his life.
But for him there seemed to be no way out. No hope left...for him.

He made sure to push those closest to him far away. Shouting hurtful things at them because to him it was easier to push them away than them rejecting him. For he was sad.

That's what he could get out of all of this. He was sad but had no pin point reason why that was, why he was sad. He has heard of depression but he didn't believe that it the same as what he was feeling so, be disappeared more and more into himself until his dark mind took over his actions.

Damian couldn't even say why or how this came to be.
All he knew was the tears running down his face, with a hand around a blade. He looked down at the blade, for it felt very heavy, as if it was carrying his whole existences in it.

As he stared down at it, the voice within pushed him forward to cut.

"Do it!"
"It's what's best for everyone"
"Cut to see if you are truly alive in this nightmare"

And with those thoughts and all his self-doubt and insecurities, Damian pulled back his sleeve and looked down at his wrist that was almost clean of nothing. He had a small scar from training when he was younger and he always looked at it when he felt weak because growing up with his mother and grandfather, he had to be anything but weak even as a toddler.

So cutting didn't seem like a big deal to him. He had plenty of scars that are were covering his body, so what would a few more do?

He couldn't understand why he was feeling this overwhelming need to hurt himself but it was there and so strong. He lifted the blade just above his wrist. But before he pressed down, he broke into a sob.

"How did I come to this point? How could I fail everyone, including myself? Why does there feel like there's no hope left for me? Why am I still here?" Damian thought as his body shook with many great sobs of anguish.

Just as he was about to press the blade down upon his wrist, his bedroom doors flew open revealing a distressed person. But, it wasn't just any person, it was Jon, his friend whom he had a secret crush upon.

Damian's green eyes widened when they landed upon Jon standing there.

He froze.

He didn't know what to do or say.
What could he say or do? He had a blade on his own wrist by his own hand. He was seconds away from pressing that blade down into his own skin and drawing out his own blood that ran through him that keeps him alive.

Damian opened his mouth to say something, to warn Jon away, to do something but he couldn't, all that came out was a self shattering sob that ran throughout his whole body. And Jon, he didn't wait 1 second to race over to his best friend's side.

Jon took the blade out of Damian's hand and threw it across the room, embedding itself in the wall. Jon wrapped his arms tightly around Damian who had his head pressed against Jon's chest.

Damian cried and sobbed for so long that neither one of them knew how long they sat there together.

Jon began to run his fingers through Damian's hair as Damian grabbed tightly onto the front of Jon's t-shirt.

The sobs slowly died down, but the warmth and care never died down for even a second.

Jon's grip on Damian never lent up even when Damian's breathing evened out and he knew that he fell asleep in his lap, in his grasp.

A rose color blush dusted Jon's cheeks.

He pulled Damian back slightly away from his chest so he could look at him and once he did, he saw the real Damian, not the one he shows to everyone, the whole world as this tough, unstoppable force of nature willing to do what is necessary and what is demanded of him no matter the pain.

But Jon could now see clearly the person under that mask. It was a sad and broken child. Damian always acted like he was already grown up and given how his life has been and where and who raised him, it was understandable why he portrayed himself with no fear, just anger and power.
But as Jon looked down at the tear stain face and images of Damian with that blade broke a piece of his heart. He slowly moved Damian upwards to the top of the bed, to rest him on the pillows.

As soon as Damian was off of Jon and didn't feel the heat he was generating of his body, Damian opened his eyes slightly.

"J-Jon?" Damian whispered and Jon turned back around to see Damian.

"Yeah?" said Jon and waited for Damian to say more.

"Stay?" said Damian, it was so quite that someone who didn't have super hearing wouldn't have been able to hear it.
"Pl-Please stay...I'm sc-scared to be...alone" whispered Damian as tears began to sting his eyes.

Hearing and seeing Damian so vulnerable and innocent like, warmed and shatter Jon's heart at the same time.

Jon wasted no time to be by Damian's side. He opened his arms wide for Damian. Damian quickly moved over, pressing himself closer and closer against him.

The only sounds that could be heard within the room was a few sobs, hushing sounds from Jon, Damian say over and over again how sorry he was and just how weak he is but Jon cut that off quickly, pulling Damian as close as possible and whispering just how wonderful he truly is.

Just as Damian's eyes fluttered shut, the very last then he heard was Jon whispering:
"I got you and I'm not going anywhere".
That made Damian feel a little bit lighter than he has in a long time. It was a few more seconds before he was fully asleep but Jon didn't know that, he believed that Damian was already fast asleep so, leaning forward and planting a small kiss upon his head would be Jon's little secret.

But Damian knew and he would keep it close to his heart until he was brave enough and ready to return that kiss to Jon.