Dick is a good on his best day, grumpy on his worst but, mad when someone messes with his loved ones, specifically siblings.

"Don't worry about your bullies. I handled it." Dick sits next to you on the couch. His knuckles are a bit red, he clearly punched some people–your bullies– who hurt you.

"Does your arm still hurt?" Dick asks as he looks at your broken arm. Those fuckers who had the audacity to cause you pain will forever be on his red list.