Dick stares at you from the doorway. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, eyes glossed over, numb.

'Mission failure.' You'd reported to Bruce and your mother. 'My error.'

he'd heard the words thrown at you, the insults, the anger. He'd seen the hurt flash across your face before you'd buried it.

He won't step into your space. Not until you invite him in.

"Are you okay?"