Dick was a great leader, he always seemed to know what the next move should be. You could definitely tell he was trained by the Dark Knight himself.

Of course, no one was perfect and Dick was no different.

Ever since you two trained together and you managed to pin him on the ground, he refused to spar with you again. You chalked it up to his ego being bruised.

Then whenever team meetings were done or just you two managed to be left behind he’d make small talk, asking you how your patrols have been going, how you liked the weather. He was terrible at this. And he knew it too.

Dick ran a hand through his hair as the two of you were in kitchen of the Titian’s tower, pulling slightly. You could see him struggle to even come up with a new topic of conversation. It was strange seeing someone usually sure of themselves completely lose their footing over something so trivial.

“Ha, so…Kory told me you guys went to an arcade last…month… How was that?” He smiled forcefully, avoiding eye contact as he stirred his coffee for the umpteenth time.