A/n: This chapter contains and mentions self harm, anxiety, abuse, depression.
-plus maybe some fluff.

This chapter is for: 

TheMysticWolfGirl

who is my biggest supporter on this book. So thank you soo much and I hope you like it!

Dick brought the piece of glass back down upon his bloody wrist and drew it back quickly when just then, he heard the bathroom door being open.
Dick froze. His blue eyes were wide.

"Hey Dick, are you in here man?" Someone asked.
No, not just someone but Jason.

His breath got stuck in his throat and he felt like falling to the floor right now.
"Jason can't see me like this. He'll hate me!" Dick thought as he quickly turned around and made it inside one of the stalls, slamming it closed behind him. His whole body was now shaking.

Dick looked down at his blood stained wrist and shut his eyes tightly shut.

"Dick?" questioned Jason as he entered the bathroom more.

Dick knew he had to come out sooner or later, so he yanked down his long sleeved t-shirt and slowly opened the door, hoping that he can get away from Jason before he started to bleed through his shirt and Jason saw it.
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Jason slowly walked into the bathroom, unsure if Dick was in here or not.

"Dick?" Jason asked as he was met with silence. He then saw one of the stall doors slowly opening and he sighed.

He took a step forward and stepped on something that crunched up his foot. Jason moved his foot back and recognized it to be glass and he quickly turned to face the sinks to see a shattered mirror.

In the reflection of what was left of the mirror that hanged on the wall showed a sad, young boy with broken blue eyes.

Jason's eyes then moved downwards to see Dick's hand. He quickly walked over towards him but nice and slow like. Concern felt like it was pumping throughout his veins. Jason now standing before Dick, who had his head bent down avoiding Jason's concerned filled eyes. Jason slowly reached out and took Dick's bloody hand in his and pulled it up to look at it, causing Dick to wince and look over his shoulder, closing his eyes tightly.

Jason could see pieces of the mirror embedded within his hand and knew that he had to get it out, plus some of the cuts on his hand was still bleeding and Dick was tiny and in poor health as it was, he didn't need to lose too much blood and pass out.
Jason also knew that Dick probably wouldn't go to the nurse and he didn't want his to either because he didn't want Dick to get into trouble.

So Jason easily lowered Dick's hand down and let go causing to quickly turn his head and look up at his. His ocean blue eyes were wide and Jason could see fear and sadness mixed in as one. He was sad for many reasons but the fear is what struck Jason. It wasn't fear of getting into trouble, but it was the fear that Jason was leaving him, leaving him and the possibility of him hating him.

Jason shook his head and took a step forward, closing the gap between them. He reached out and laid a hand on one of Dick's shoulders and leaned forward, looking deeply into his eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere'' said Jason and waited to see Dick to accept this piece of info. After about a minute, Dick lowered his eyes from Jason's and nodded his head a tiny bit. Jason sighed and smiled before turning to clean some of this mess up. He whipped up all the blood and threw away all the stray pieces of glass that shattered all across the bathroom floor.

Dick tried to help but Jason told him that he got it. So Dick walked over to one of the walls and pressed his back against it and slowly slid down to the ground, bringing his knees to his chest as he stared off into space while Jason cleaned up. Dick was so unfocused and lost that he didn't hear Jason call for him and that just told him how big of a mess Dick was truly in.

So, Jason reached into his pocket and pulled of his cell phone and called the one person he knew would be there for him no matter what and would help the both of them out. He waited for said person to pick up and when they did a smile came across his face and he glanced over at Dick and sighed.
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Dick stared off in the distance while Jason clean, his mind jumping to different things.
"What am I going to say if Jason asks me why I punch the mirror? I don't even know why I did it. He said he isn't going anywhere but everyone I like, trust or love leaves me in the end. Just like my parents. I have no one because I am no one.
If I stay around Jason, will I only be hurting him? I don't understand nor do I know what to do. Everything is such a mess and all I want to do is curl up into a ball and scream, cry and...die" thought Dick.

He was so lost within his thoughts that he didn't feel the stray tears that fell from his eyes or hear his name being said by Jason.
"He hates me, he has to. No one likes me. I don't even like myself so how...why would he like me? What good am I?" thought Dick, unaware that Jason had walked over towards him and now was crouched before him, staring at him with so much kindness and concern.

Suddenly Dick felt a hand on his knee and he jumped back, thinking it was an attack. His eyes were wide as they made contact with Jason's eyes. Once he realized that it was Jason before him and not his foster father. Dick's eyes locked onto Jason's face and for a second he saw a flash of anger and thought it was directed at him. His heart was pounding heavily within his chest and his breathing picked up but as soon as he saw it, it went away and there was no anger left on Jason's face, which calmed Dick down a bit. He couldn't handle all of this if Jason was angry with him.

Dick sighed. His blue eyes scanned Jason's face trying to find hate or anything that he thought he would find but found nothing of the sort. What he found only shocked him more, causing more stray tears to fall from his eyes and run down his face. He could feel his whole body shaking slightly and he didn't understand why or why there was a sudden urge of anxiety rising within him.
He felt safe and welcomed when he was around Jason, something that Dick had been living without for so long.

At this moment, all Dick wanted to do was be held by him. He wanted to feel warm and safe. To feel okay when nothing at all felt right in the world or within himself. Feeling this only made more tears fall from his eyes. His eyes then widen when he saw Jason reach out towards his face.
As soon as Jason's hand cupped Dick's face he shut his eyes and turned his face away from Jason.

"Why was Jason being so kind to me?" thought Dick as he felt Jason's thumb rub against his check, whipping away some tears from his face.

Dick could now feel his face heating up and his frown and crunched his brows, nothing made sense right now but it didn't really matter either because this connection between these two were magnetic, warm and electrifying. They just fit perfectly, but totally lost within each other, within it self because neither of them knew what was happening, all they could realize was this pull towards one another, this overwhelming connection, this unspoken bond they shared for one another.