Dick had a roommate, it was good, you were good friends, you could talk for a long time at night or in the evening when either of you needed to. You were a great cook, even surpassing his less than perfect skills. In contrast to Dick's energetic life, you could often not go out for days at a time, simply rejuvenating yourself in silence.

Dick didn't have a problem with the night life because you slept almost like the dead and he could keep everything a secret, you never got into it even if you suspected something, seeing it as his personal business. So when Dick returned from his patrol, climbing through the kitchen window, quietly walking back and forth, changing and taking a quick shower, he entered your common room.

Something wasn't right today, you were still awake scrolling through the network power strip on your phone, then he heard a soft sob. You put the phone down, lost in your thoughts, he swears you were crying.

He couldn't just lay back and let you cry. Dick walked up to you, trying to get your attention, apparently you hadn't noticed him before. Calling you and touching you, he found out what the matter was.