For the first time in forever, Dick Grayson finally broke.

Not that he wanted to, God he desperately wished he didn't, but after all these years, the pressure, the expectations, everything had finally caught up with him.

Ever since Dick debuted as the first Boy Wonder, he'd been trying his best, always putting others' needs above his, putting every ounce of himself into keeping people he cared about satisfied, to be the hero he was taught to be. The man wouldn't hesitate let himself burn just to protect the innocents, to make sure that his siblings, his teammates, his family were safe and sound.

And yet, despite all the things that he'd done, no one had ever truly got him. Not even Bruce, not even Donna, not even his past lovers. Dick felt alone sometimes, even when he was seen as the brightest star among everyone, but he was fully aware that it was his own fault. His determination to carry on everything, to be the leader, the hero that they all needed had kept him from showing his problems. His anger, his pain, his sadness, all buried deep under an indomitable sense of responsibilities.

Dick knew that everybody who'd ever met and knew Dick looked up to him, and yet the person they adored was the hero, not Dick, not the man who was silently overlooking his own traumas behind the mask. Therefore he couldn't disappoint them.

Thus, for the past two decades, Dick Grayson had managed to make it all look painless, doing what's right without a reward, without ever asking for anything in return. Man, was he just the greatest?

Hadn't he given enough? He'd never believed so, and probably never would, but lately the hero couldn't deal with it anymore. He was used to faking it, but after the amnesia, having his whole life turned upside down, facing too many things in such a short time had drained him to the core. And for days he'd gone radio silent, refusing to show up, as if hiding from everything.

Everyone was extremely worried, so here you--his best friend were, again, at his door, trying to reach out.