Hurt (features mentioned depression)

Batman walked into the meeting room bleeding via his chest working on a holographic computer on his arm. Wonder Woman shot up noticing something. "You're Hurt!" He just grunted in dismissal. "Batman I think it's wise to go to the infirmary" John Stewart said. "I'm fine" he fired back sharply. "Bruce come on" Clark pushed. "Can we get on with a the meeting if I say yes?" He grumbled in defeat. "Yes." they all replied. He walked to the infirmary with everyone trailing behind him. "You know I can patch up myself" he said "We know we just want to make sure you do" Diana insisted with a smirk to which he hid a smile.

While Diana grabbed the necessary equipment to patch him up he took of his cowl and pulled of his body armour without so much as a wince. They weren't surprised to find that he had under armour, he took that of too silently. They all noticed he still had his gloves on. J'onn spoke up "Are you going to take of your gloves?" They all thought Bruce looked a bit surprised but quickly dismissed it as he started to take of his gloves with a bit of self-consciousness's. As Diana tended to his chest wounds she began on his arms there was a long cut going from his bicep to the lower part of his arm, it wasn't deep but needed tending to. Diana saw lighter scars under-crossing the new wound she gasped as realisation hit her. "Bruce what are these?" She asked worriedly. He snatched his arm back as he realised what she was talking about. He frowned. "What is it Diana?" Clark asked concerned. He looked at Bruce and examined him once more whilst giving his friend a concerned look that demanded explain, and for once he gave in, the big brooding keeps everything hidden bat gave in. He stood up as he spoke and trailed the light fading scars with his fingers. "When I was younger I wasn't in a good state of mind after their deaths, I was depressed as you call it. It got so bad that I cut myself" they all gave shocked and surprised looks at the confession. Their friend who always stood with pride and not a drop of doubt had such a past. J'onn and Diana were concerned, whilst John and Clark were angry at their friend for hurting himself. "Bruce how could you!" Clark shouted in rage. "Let me finish" he demanded with a threatening glare. It was even scarier without the cowl on those somewhat lifeless ocean blue eyes staring right into your soul as it felt. "Alfred found out, he was mad but was mostly sad... We had a long, long talk about It. From then on when I started feeling only even the slightest bit depressed we talked again and again. We still do. So I'm fine to answer your questions and No I do not want to talk about it, I already do. So can we go start the meeting now?' He said while finishing with rapping his bandages and pulling back on his armor. They were so wrapped up in the what their friend was telling them that they hadn't noticed that he was already done tending to his wounds. "Of course" J'onn replied sensing his friends silent request to move on and leave the subject as it was.

They all knew that they had learned a deep bit of personal information about their friend that day.

(TBC? I have an idea that can make this into a 2-shot but let me know if you want more. Thanks for reading! =) )