"Alright, littlewing. Pity party's over." He knocks his knuckles on the frame of your door and stares in at your seemingly "defeated" pose. It's almost funny how hard you're taking this. Laying on the floor with your lights off and some random mid-west emo band with an odd name blasting on the portable speaker you'd gotten for your birthday.

He flicks on the light switch and takes a seat next to you on the floor, reaching over to shut off the blaring music to properly talk.

He knows Bruce benched you from your Robin patrols, though Dick doesn't know why. He knows you probably think it's the end of the world or at least it feels that way in the moment. He's familiar with the mindset. He was benched more than his fair share during his run as Robin. He could rest assured that Jason and Tim had both had their probationry periods too. Though Jason's had been for violent behavior and Tim's had been for a mental health day so he didn't count the two as equivalent.

But regardless of that, he ruffles your hair as he pulls gently on your shoulder to make you sit up and talk to him. Though he finds you've mostly gone limp so he sighs and lays down next to you, staring up at the ceiling where you've accrued your fair share of posters and paraphernalia that you stick and paste up there.

His room here had glow-in-the-dark stars if he's remembering correctly. Though he suspects they've long since peeled off in the past years.

While maintaining his view on the ceiling, he speaks aloud to you. "Wanna talk about it?"