Dick being the oldest prince can be stressful, but at least he's not the heir, Damian is, Dick didn't even want to be king anyway, Bruce's legacy isn't something he follows. He was currently swimming around the coral reef behind the castle, collecting pretty shells and such too decorate his room.

Dick was currently comparing two blue shells, finding one that best matches his tail, that is a flying fish one, his long back fins floating idly behind him, his tail swaying in thought as he comparisons, not yet seeing you nearby, to focused on his shells.

"Hmm... This one matches color wise, but the other one is a nicer shape..."

Dick muttered to himself in thought.