Your pov

I was in my bathroom (I don't call it washroom I am not that old). I had a razor blade in my hand. I hate that I have to be perfect all the time. I let my blood go into the sink.

I started to feel light headed. I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes as the door swung open. "Y/n!" I heard someone say.

Bruce's pov

Me and the boys found Y/n on the floor with her wrist cut. I put presser on her wrist. We got her to a hospital. Why would she do this? Its been a few days seens what happened. Dick and the others were with me.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes. "Y/n." I said softly. "Hey dad." She said. "Are you ok?" I asked. "I am fine. Just to much pressure to me perfect." She said. "You know you can always talk to me or the others." I said.

Your pov

"Your never home. How can I talk to you if you are not there." I said. "I will be there. Always." He said. I nodded. Dick smiled at me. "I am happy you are ok." He said.

I nodded. I felt a bit better. I sighed. "Sister?" Damian asked. "What Dami?" I asked. "Can I lay with you?" He asked. "Come here." I said with open arms. He claimed up and when into my arms. "Thanks." He said. I nodded.