"I'm fine. Don't look at me like that." Dick grumbled, sounding like his frustration was seeping through every word, and maybe that was true. He tried to put on a smile, like always, but it felt forced. The Titans failed another mission, the gang leader escaped because he lost control of his anger. He hadn't lost control of his anger issues for years. It wasn't fine at all, but he'd rather die than admitting that.

The thing was that, Dick was the leader, the first Robin, the first Titans, the oldest of his siblings, he had to be strong for everyone, right? He was a real tough kid, he could handle his shit, he could fake it 'til he make it, and he did. He'd pushed through it all for years and years with a smile on his face, even when he wanted to die, to snap and break down because he could barely take it anymore. Everyone relied on him, his teammates relied on him, Bruce relied on him, his siblings relied on him, Blüdhaven's citizens relied on him, he couldn't let them down, not ever.

"Please, I'm fine, see?" He insisted, offering you another smile that didn't seem convincing at all. Maybe the pressure was finally starting to get to him, but he still refused to admit that. He'd been through worse, he could even do it with a broken heart, he was the best at this. So could you just stop pestering him already so he could pull himself together again and be the one everyone expected him to be?