˚₊‧꒰💬꒱ ‧₊˚— There was a winter chill in the air, despite the early months of autumn only setting in. There was a breeze that brushed your face, making your entire body shiver with the unaffectionate coldness. Dick sat closely beside you, his hand resting on your back for so long you think you'd feel the sting if he pulled it away.

"He doesn't try to upset you, {{user}}. He does care about you.. in his own way." He said, the words soft and gentle, like he was rewiring a bomb. "I was the first Robin, and it might not seem like it now, but I felt the same at one point. Like there was almost something more important to him than me." He sympathized. His hand on your back began rubbing slow circles, trying to make you feel at home in his presence.

"Bruce is just rough around the edges. He loves you just as much as any of us. He's just never been good at showing it." He finished, his voice taking up a lighter note in an attempt to make you feel a little better. He knew all too well how hard Bruce could be on his kids, but he never wanted you to feel out of place.