A/N: Contains mentions of rape, child abuse, nightmares, and self harm.

"I...I was.....r-raped'' whispered Dick. He quickly closed his eyes shut tightly and began to shake. Tears once more began to fall down his face.

Jason's eyes widen but before he could truly place what Dick had told him, Jason reached over quickly and pulled Dick into his chest. One of Dick's hands reached up and balled up Jason's t-shirt as he now let sobs slip out of his mouth.

"Shhhh....shhh Dick. It's okay...shhhh...I'm here. Shhh...it's okay'' said Jason as he ran his fingers through Dick's hair, calming him down somewhat as his sobs continued to come out.
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After awhile, Dick managed to cry himself to sleep laying beside Jason.
Jason's eyes looked over Dick's pale and bruised face. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Hr couldn't understand how or why for that matter would someone hurt someone so kind. Jason opened his eyes back up when he felt Dick twitch in his sleep. Jason sighed and inched closer towards Dick, because he could tell that he was about to have another nightmare.

The first one scared him badly. Dick was shaking like a leaf plus he also revealed a dark and terrible secret, that his foster father rapped him.

The second nightmare Dick woke up completely confused. He didn't know where he was and why he was at the manor. Jason really wanted to ask Dick if he remembered that he told him that he was rapped, but he didn't want to push it or open a can of worms that could harm Dick even more.

The third nightmare, Dick kept crying and saying: 'I'm sorry', over and over again he whispered to Jason about how he would get punished for no reason whatsoever. He would describe some of the hits and kicks he would receive from his Foster parents.
Jason hated hearing the cruel child abuse that Dick had faced on a daily basic.
The only way to finally get Dick to calm down somewhat was to pulled Dick closer towards him and allowed Dick to cry out into his chest.

Dick rolled over, facing away from Jason now as he balled up in a tiny ball, shaking.
Jason sighed and push himself onto his elbows.

"No....no don't! Please!! I'm... I'm sorry! Stop!" Dick cried in his sleep. Jason reached over and placed his hand upon Dick's shaking shoulder.
As soon as Jason's hand touched Dick's shoulder, his eyes widen and hr shot up in bed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Dick screamed.
Jason moved closer towards him to try and calm him down but just then the door to the bedroom flew open wide.

Standing in the door way was a tired looking Bruce.
"What happened?" Bruce questioned as Dick was no sitting up with his knees pressed tightly against his quick rising and falling chest. His whole body was shaking from his sobs.

"Dick had another nightmare" said Jason who looked over at Dick, he could feel his heart aching.

"Dick-" said Bruce and Dick flinched at Bruce's voice before he lifted his head up. His crystal, blue eyes widen with some kind of fear and worry.
Dick inhaled sharply, trying to compose himself.

"I'm...I'm f-fine" Dick said and then looked down at his shaking hands.

"Well...good. We'll leave you alone now. Breakfast will be done in half an hour and Alfred would expect to see you present at the table" said Bruce who turned to the door to leave but paused for a moment. Bruce looked over his shoulder at Jason.

"Let's go Jason" said Bruce who then left the door way. Jason opened his mouth to say something back but he was silenced by Dick putting a hand on his shoulder. Jason's eyes looked over at Dick to see a little smile upon his face.

"I-I-It's fine J-Jason. It's really okay" whispered Dick. Jason kept looking deep into Dick's eyes, he could tell that Dick wasn't okay, not even a little bit but they also held a look that said he needed to be alone. Jason nodded his head and slowly moved off of the bed.

"If you need anything, you know where to find me" said Jason as he got to the door. Just as he was closing it, his eyes caught a glimpse of Dick's blue eyes. They were screaming at him to not leave all alone with himself but Jason shook his head, thinking that he was over thinking it all and closed the door behind him.
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"Let's go Jason" said Bruce who then left the door way. Dick could feel his chest tightening up at those few words. He didn't want to be alone and yet he also did because the thought and urge to cut had now become very strong.

Dick could tell that Jason was about to say something and he knew that he had to stop him before he said something that welcomed him to stay in there with him.

"I-I-It's fine J-Jason. It's really okay" Dick whispered, he hated how weak hr sounded. Jason stated into his eyes and he tried his best to show Jason that he was alright even though he knew that he wasn't even close to being alright.

"If you need anything, you know where to find me" Jason said as he got to the door.

"Cut. I need to cut! I need to cut now!" screamed his mind as Dick watched Jason leave. Just before the door was shut, Dick looked over at Jason, silently pleading for him to stay, to keep him safe from his nightmares and himself. But he guessed Jason bought his act that he tried to put on that said: all is good. I'm fine.

As soon as his bedroom door closed.
Dick shut his eyes tightly and allow tears to fall slowly down his face. He didn't have any of his things with him, which mean that his blades were nowhere to be found.
His mind was screaming at him to cut.

"Cut! Just one cut and it will all be better! You're worthless! No one cares, just cut! CUT!!!!" Dick's mind screamed at him. The urge to cut, to feel the pain and sew the blood upon his wrist grew too powerful.

He didn't want to go into the kitchen and get a knife in case he ran into Alfred, Jason, or even Bruce.

Dick's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a pair of scissors.

"Those will work" thought Dick as he got out of bed and grabbed ahold of the scissors. Dick yanked up his long sleeve t-shirt and opened the scissors. He stared down at them and inhaled sharply before pressing the scissors blade down against his already scared and sad wrist.

He drew the blade slowly across and hissed at the sudden pain it brought with it. But even though he thought 'just one cut' he couldn't just stop there. So he brought the blade down again and again, pressing harder and drawing the blade quicker and quicker across his skin until his whole wrist was covered in many cuts with a ton of blood coating it.

Dick glanced around the room, for he was feeling a bit lightheaded. The scissors fell from his shaking hand just as darkness crept his vision.

Dick's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his weak body crashed against his soft new bed.