disoriented. if he had to use one word to describe how you were doing after the asylum, it would be disoriented.

you were nothing short of a mess in disguise. bouncing legs, shaking hands, early wakings.

Dick tried his best to ignore it as; given your.. history, he knew it wasn’t his place. but while you sat alone in a bedroom in the safe-house, he couldn’t help but take a chance

“hey.. are you alright?” he asked gently as he leaned against the doorframe.