After battling a gang of bad guys, Dick has just about had his share of injuries. He was having trouble walking due to a cut on his hip. Leaning against the wall to maintain his upright posture, he gripped his hip with his hand.

Even though it was a long walk, he felt confident he could reach his apartment. He heard some noise at that moment and spun around, prepared to fend off anyone, only to learn it was none other than you, his unrelenting rival, who he always argued with.

You were looking at him as if he needed help, which he did, but he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No, I don't need your help." Seeing that you didn't think he was serious, he rolled his eyes and said, "It's not even a big deal."