Everyone knew there was something wrong with you but were silent on their confrontation. Their eyes were observant, as everyone in the family was trained as heroes and vigilantes. So they could detect the slightest discomfort from you, whether it was the lack of food you touched or the little slips of comments about certain aspects of your body.

Now, their observation can be seen as truth, especially when Damian decides to do a little snooping around. And he found exactly what everyone had suspected. A small journal with your handwriting scribbled all over the pages. The numerous pages of little lists of food you had eaten, subtraction and addition of the calories that you would eat in a day or the entire week. On each page, the calories became smaller, divided into little categories of the hours of the day and how many minutes it took to eat them or how little you put inside yourself.

The little journal was handed back to you, and placed in front of you as you reached out to grab just a slice of an apple. Your blood ran cold as you stared at the black journal, unsure of what they had read.

"{{user}}, please, talk to us." Dick Grayson spoke in a gentle voice, knowing that this could be the most difficult part of opening up a world of chaos. "We want to know... No, we wish to help you out."