A/N: I'm warning you now that this book has TRIGGERING things in it and if you are triggered in any way don't read it. It also has violence. A crap load of violent and graphic scenes. Also a lot of feels (IDK probably.). Also a picture of Jo is on the side. I can't really be bothered to make a digital drawing right now so I just used a base of Zatanna and made her look alternativeish or emo

A breeze comes in my room waking me up and I pull my duvet over my head because I'm cold and groan. The window is then closed and he chuckles lightly tugging at my covers so I let go and he pulls them so my head pokes out.

I turn over and look at the time. It's 4am. I close my eyes again and motion my hand to tell him to go away, "Get lost, it's 4am." I tell him nearly falling asleep again before he speaks.

"Jo." He says then sits on the end of my bed.

"Damian..." I trail off tired making him laugh.

"It's 4am." He says standing up again and I smile.

"Yeah I know, it's why I'm sleeping." I say half awake now and he smirks.

"You mean, you're trying to sleep, you're actually awake." He points out.

"Whatever..." I mumble then he shakes a bag.

"Brought you breakfast." He says and I sit up smiling.

"I'm up."

I sit down on my rug and Damain rolls his eyes at me, "you won't wake up to see your best friend but you'll wake up for food?" He asks taking out two warm ham and cheese toasties.

"As you said, I wasn't asleep, I was actually awake." I say biting into my toasties and he sighs.

"Whatever." He repeats what my reply was and he takes out two water bottles then takes off his glove revealing a bandage that wasn't there yesterday.

"What happened?" I ask out of interest. I've known about Damian being Robin since last year and he saved me from my own father and at first I'd get concerned or worried about his wounds he got from fighting the villains of Gotham but now I know he can handle them and actually find it interesting how he got them.

He takes off the bandaged revealing a deep nasty cut and I look away covering my eyes, "ew I didn't ask to see it!" I yell grossed out and he puts the bandage back on smiling at me once I open my eyes again.

He then looks at me seriously, "what about you, any new wounds?" He asks and I look down.

"No."

"You're lying."

I sigh pulling up my sleeve to reveal seven new cuts on my arm and he brushes his finger over them lightly making me silently wince and he looks up at me concerned then hugs me as tears fall from my eyes, "it's ok Jo, it'll get easier one day." He tries to comfort me and I let go of the hug and wipe my eyes.

"I'm sorry lied to you, I said I'd stop and-"

"It's ok, you'll get better one day then you'll stop, I know it's hard but I'm here no matter what." He says and I nod holding back tears.

"Yeah, It's going to get better one day."