Sitting there in silence nightwing simply stared at the joints in the floor not saying a word or moving a muscle. "Have it your way…" Conner retorted as he started to gingerly remove the uniform from his team mate. The shoes were chucked across the room and Conner undid the zipper and started to pull the uniform down dicks body when he stopped seeing the defined bones from his spine and ribcage. Conner's heart sunk further seeing how long he allowed dick to sulk. As he tentatively pulled the rest of the uniform off Conner threw it across the room as well. Last was his mask, pausing before he removed it Conner stared into nightwings vacant eyes as he felt so heartbroken not getting a response. Conner went to put one of nightwings arms around his neck so he could at least encourage him to walk but stopped again. There were slashes, deep long crimson slits from elbow to wrist. At this moment Conner wanted to drop nightwing and yell at him at how stupid and careless he had been but swallowing hard he knew he couldn't do it, not now not in his current state.

Holding his hand and waist Conner couldn't help but let the cuts burn their way into his mind. Now in the cubicle the water washed over him as he set dick on the seat. "Are you going to wash yourself? Or do I have to do that to?" blinking through the water as it washed over his face Conner stared at dick. The once proud defined happy leader of his team was sat there in his boxers thin as a twig and all but dead to the world. "Right" not getting a response from nightwing superboy grabbed for the shampoo and started to scrub it in his hair when he felt lumps and cuts under his calloused fingertips. 'What in gods earth was he doing to himself in their!?' not wanting to imagine anything he rinsed the now pink tinted soap suds from his hair and proceeded to lather up the bath sponge and clean the rest of his body. It didn't take long for Conner to finish cleaning him as well as taking note of every cut, scratch and abrasion on his body.

Turning off the shower nightwing simply stayed as he was un moving and unresponsive. Going to grab a couple of towels Conner saw a pair of sweats set to the side. 'Thanks Kaldurr' a small smile came to Conner as he picked the garments up and walked back to dick. 'He's moved!' a stunned expression was on Conner as he looked at nightwings face was buried in his hands while he hunched over. Kneeling down Conner placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, come on I got some fresh clothes and towels." He didn't respond, but Conner had some hope now. Smiling very softly Conner dried the hero and gently got him dressed. Picking him back up bridal style Conner walked him out to the medical bay to dress the wounds.

-Elsewhere in the base-

"Their, all finished! You can turn the light on gar!" M'gann had just fitted in a new bulb and was ready to give nightwing some fresh bedding until Garfield turned the light on. Bringing her hand to her mouth M'gann dropped to her knees as she looked at the room. Bloody hand prints on one wall and smash indents on the wall some in the form of a fist and another that was hard to identify. Looking at the floor where the smashed bulb was some of the larger shards of glass were caked with flakes of dried blood. "M'gann…. Get out of their…" Beastboy pulled up the Martian and forced her out of the room. "Hey Tim! Can you give me a hand on cleaning dicks room!?" Tim had been stirring the soup trying to not think of nightwing until he was called. Perking up robin ran over"yeah!" stopping at the threshold Tim winced looking at the state of the room. "M'gann needs a break…" walking in Tim picked up the papers and looked at the calculations.

If was hard for gar and Tim to fix up his room and they couldn't do anything for the damage on the walls but they both felt glad in what they did. Both boys managed to turn the cave of nightwings room into a liveable space. "I didn't think…. I didn't think he took it that hard…" Tim remarked still holding the papers as both boys walked out of the room. "well… they were the best of buds I'm not surprised but seeing that was shocking…" patting tim's shoulder they both went to the kitchen only to see nightwing propped up at the table staring at the steaming bowl of soup M'gann and Tim prepared for him.

"Hey, you got to eat or I'm shoving an IV drip in your arm!" sitting next to dick, superboy watched every little movement he made. A minute went by with no movement from nightwing until he brought his hand up to the table. Everyone tried to watch without staring, but when he reached for the spoon they all nearly gawked. But Conner was soon holding his own face in his hands as dick let his arm drop back to his side. "Right… iv drip it is…"