It's a cold night

You'd gotten into a fight with Bruce at the manor, a big one. You stormed out into the night cursing moving through the streets and then inevitably the rooftops. It was a pointless fight on reflection he did something minor and all the emotion you kept inside bottled over and you exploded. In front of everyone. Most importantly Dick.

Dick had followed you, because of course

He was in his regular clothes some well worn jeans a black and blue jacket (he had to stay on theme now) his messy black hair getting further rustled by the wind. He found you sat on the rooftop of some vaguely important building. He pulled his jacket off wrapping it around you.

"Can't have ya freezing on me like that, not after you kicked off at Bruce like that. C'mon, what's going on?"

He was concerned, caring. He always was.