A/N: The next episode in the season of yj is surrounded completely around Wally. So this is just a little bit of Dick alone at the manor. The next chapter will be based off an episode, episode 21 of season 1 "Image".
*This chapter contains self harm, depression and mentions of eating disorder.*

Gotham City, Wayne Manor.
4:45 A.M.

Dick sat in his bed, with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them as he sat there listening to music and tears rolling down his face. Every time a sad lyric would remind him of something or something he could relate to or felt about himself, he would shut his eye and rock back and force a tiny bit.
He was doing this to himself, he had done it often. When he would start to feel down he would make it worst. He would just be beginning his depression wave but the slightest hint of it and Dick would crank it up ten more. He would listen to sad music, which he was doing right now and let his tears fall freely from his face as he hide in the darkness of his quiet and empty bedroom. But most of the time when he was just starting to feel really down he would keep to himself more and eat less and less until he ate nothing for a day. His sleep patterns would soon be all over the place. Sleeping in a bit later, taking a mid day nap if it was possible, sleeping a full day or only getting two hours of sleep and staying up all night.

Dick inhaled sharply and ripped his headphones from his ears and whipped the back of his hand across his face. He tossed the sheets off of himself and pushed off the bed and over towards his closet. He stripped from his pajamas and into his work outfit and grabbed his cell phone and headed off towards the family gym down stairs.

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Family gym.
9:21 A.M.

Dick was on the bars doing twists and flips when he was soon interrupted by both Bruce and Alfred walking into the gym.

"Chum'' said Bruce as he walked farther into the room. Dick didn't stop working out, why should I, it's not like they care about me anyways. Dick did a triple back flip, letting go of the bar and landing slightly off balanced on the ground. He blinked quickly to clear his vision that was blurry and try to stop the room from spinning around him. But, it didn't work. Dick looked over in the direction of Alfred and Bruce and tried to give them a reassuring smile to say that he was alright. Dick took about three steps before blackness swept over his vision, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his body falling towards the ground.
It never made contact to the gym floor, Dick didn't know this for he was out cold. Bruce had caught him and now he laid limp in his father's arms. Bruce quickly took Dick down to the Batcave and Alfred hook an IV up to him and they waited for their boy to wake back up.

Two hours passed before Dick's eyes began to flutter open. No one was standing around him, so he figured no one cared. He glanced around the cave and was met with emptiness. Little did he know, Alfred was upstairs preparing lunch and Bruce just stepped out of the cave not five minutes ago to answer an important call about W.E. (Wayne Enterprises). Dick pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked down at his arm. 
"A freakin' IV great.'' thought Dick as he yanked it out, he hated needles, "just more water weight, great'' he thought and ran a hand through his hair real quick. He jumped off the table and wobbled for a moment before leaving the cave and going upstairs to his room.

Once inside his bed room he sat there and stared down at his wrists that were covered in scars. He then decided to cut, "one cut'' he thought as he reached for his razor.

Although he thought one cut, Dick did way more than that. He had so badly missed the feeling of it, he hasn't cut in days. The pain he got from it is exactly what he wanted and thought he deserved. He then quickly put his razor away and went to jump into the shower to clean up.

As Dick was in his shower, Bruce's call ended and he made his way back downstairs to the cave to sit beside his son. But as soon as he got down there he saw no sign of Dick. Bruce quickly looked around and then ran over towards his computer and typed quickly.

"Alfred!" shouted Bruce. In no time Alfred had rushed into the cave to see what was the problem. Bruce quickly watched on the screen as Dick woke up. He narrowed his eyes as he watched his son's face drop when he saw no one around. Bruce sighed and shut his eyes. "Dick probably thought we...I didn't care enough about him to stay by his side." thought Bruce as he and Alfred continued to watch the screen before them.

They watched Dick make it inside his bedroom, Bruce quickly changed it to another camera and watched what went down inside Dick's room. They both saw him cut again. Sadness flowed over them.

"Oh Dickie, he was doing so well. I'm sorry son'' thought Bruce as he quickly cut the fed and went upstairs to meet up with his son. Alfred was going to follow him but he held his hand up, stopping the old butler in his tracks. Alfred nodded his head and returned to the kitchen to finish making lunch for the two of them.

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Dick had just got out of the shower and was half way dressed. He stood in his bedroom, with a pair of sweat pants on, as he was shirtless, drying his wet ebony hair. There was a sudden knock on his door and Dick jumped and his breath caught in his throat as he fumbled around quickly to throw on his long sleeve t-shirt. Once it was on, Dick knocked once on his nightstand, signalling to who ever was at his door that it was okay for them to enter. 

The door opened slowly and Bruce looked in and sent Dick a warm smile. Dick standing before him quickly yanked his sleeve down farther, trying to hide what was already hidden to Bruce by the long sleeve t-shirt. Bruce sighed and walked closer and sat down on the bed and patted a spot next to him, for Dick to join him. Dick sighed and did as Bruce wanted. 
They sat beside each other without say or rather signing to one another. Finally Bruce broke the complete silence and signed to his son, sitting next to him.

'Dick, I know things haven't been the easiest lately. But please know son that you can always come to me, or Alfred if you need anything. I do mean anything Dick. I just don't want to see you hurt again.' Bruce signed. 
Dick lowered his gaze from Bruce and silently looked down upon his hands.

'I'm sorry.' Dick then signed and just a tiny bit began to shake as tears fell from his eyes and down his face.

"Oh Dick.'' said Bruce and wrapped an arm around Dick and pulled him into his chest and held onto his son as he cried. Bruce closed his eyes, it killed him to see Dick so upset. Each sob, each tear that fell broke Bruce's heart more, he just wished he could be exactly what Dick needed him to be. 
Bruce just wish he could take all of the pain and hurt within Dick and banish it. Dick was the kindest and the most incredible person in the world and he no way deserved to have this much pain within himself.

"It's okay Dicky, I'm here.'' said Bruce and received more tears and more sobs as he broke down. Bruce tighten his hold on Dick. Dick's hand now were gripping tightly onto Bruce's shirt, his shirt balled up within Dick's shaking hands as he let himself cry some more.

"I got you son.'' he whispered to Dick as he gently kissed the top of Dick's head.