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bruises prt.1

Beware this chapter has dick being abused by bats! So if you prefer overprotective daddybats go skip this chapter
Robins pov
I was staring at the bathroom mirror, studying the newlt made bruises that showed on the outside as i delt with my ribs that were bruised as well. I heard something  fall off my bedroom door. I bruce had been trying to open the door for a while now. I noticed that one of my locks had fallen off of  the wall. No bother though. I uhh how do you explain it... have 6 more installed. And no it isnt paranoia. Its just to keep.... bruce.... out of my room...
The day before
I asked Bc (black cannary) to meet me for another private therapy session. I had to tell someone what was going on. " hello robin what was it you wanted to talk about?" She asked in a concerned voice. I noticed she was already seated probably waiting for me.  Great another thing im terrible at
I sat down in the seat in front of her. Man im kimda nervous. Normaly when im talking to someone im totally vous. ( opposite of nervous)
" c-can you promise m-me you wont tell batman? I-it might just make it worse..." i studder
" as i said before robin... nothing leaves this room" she reasured me
I took a breathe of air before whispering
"Ba-batman...hurt-s me" i grasp at my wrist in shame
" of course he does... in a way... i do to during training" she tells me
" ye ah but this is different..." i say looking back up to her realizing that i was staring at the ground.
"What do you meam?" She asks
"He hits me... for no reason... all.. all the time" i explain
" she looks shocked but doesnt anything. She finally says " w-hy... when?" She says her turn to stutter.
" whenever i make a mistake during a mission he hurts me or... training and on patrol he hurts me, he blames me for anything he see's fit" sometime during that i started to cry
" sometimes he just hurts he though"
" dick... how serious does this get?" She asks getting up from her seat to kneel infront of my one hand on my shoulder and the other holding my hand. I take my hand out of hers
And slowly lift up my sleeve to reveal my newly made wounds from when bruce shoved me to the ground.(see pic above).
She drags her fingers across the bruises and mark on my arm. She looks back to me and pulls me into a hug. I can tell she's crying. Who wouldnt be crying If you just realize someone you see as a son or brother is getting abused. I slowly accept the hug wincing in the process.