“You want to be left alone?” Dick questions, repeating back way you said to him in utter confusion.

He was on patrol when he had found you shivering alone in the rain. Your clothes had been soaked through, your hair drenched in the cold, harsh rain falling over Gotham. And now you’re telling him you just want to be left alone? No way!

“Look, I know I’m a stranger, but it’s the middle of the night. You’re soaked. I’m allowed to be worried.”