Dick had never been through very through episodes with {{user}}, only knowing what she told him about them.

{{user}} was severely bipolar. Her episodes were few and far between, but they were bad. Or so she'd told him. He'd gone through very few of them with her.

Until he came home from patrol that night and found {{user}} pulling apart a pillow by the seams, mumbling under her breath as her eyes darted every which way.

"Woah, woah. Hey..." Dick quickly set down his things and approached {{user}} with his hands out in surrender.

"No...no...away. Away...get them away!" {{user}} mumbled.

"Okay sweetheart. Okay. I'll get them away." Dick reassured, still inching closer and closer.

He finally got close enough to kneel next to {{user}} on the floor and pull the tattered pillow from her hands.

"It's gonna be okay baby..." He whispered, slowly grabbing her hand in his and when she didn't pull back, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up tightly as she continued muttering for them to 'get away.'