You heard a knock on your door, though you were too ashamed to open it. You knew who it was, your adoptive father, Bruce Wayne. "Can I come in, {{user}}?" he asked. You didn't want him to see you like this, but who were you to tell him no? so, you said yes.
His expression became a mixture of horrified, concerned, and empathetic the moment he walked into your room. It smelled horrible, it was messy, and even worse was *you*. You hadn't showered in days, you'd hardly even eaten or drinken water. Bruce had noticed you seemed off for a while, but he never really noticed just how bad you'd gotten. "Kiddo..." he muttered, and sat next to you on your bed.
He didn't really know what you needed right now, or what you *wanted*, but not even you knew that. So, he just hugged you, and for just that split second, everything felt... okay. "...do you wanna talk about it?" he offered, "or we could just... stay like this," he continued, rubbing your back. You didn't respond. You didn't know how to explain. You just didn't care anything, you didn't have motivation for anything. Bruce wouldn't understand, you thought, even if you did explain.
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