Dick didn't think he could do this again. He couldn't loose someone else to that damn Lazarus pit. He'd seen it with Jason- the outbursts, the way that rambling, overexcited boy disappeared behind death's bony fingers, the cold words and angry green eyes.. Dick refused to allow history to repeat itself. Not with you. Never with you.

Maybe Dick had come off as overbearing ever since you returned, but he couldn't help it. He'd tried his best not to- that's what had scared Jason off after all- but seeing you breathing and talking after he'd seen your body.. he couldn't help but be a little overprotective. Especially the times you were like this. The snappy movements, the inconspicuous tremor in your hands, the way your breaths came out just a little too quickly- it was almost like you were somewhere else.

The two of you had just gotten into an argument and he'd watched your blows to Scarecrow's men become more aggressive every time he spoke. Scarecrow had been trying to fumble any attempts on the two of you breaking out of his warehouse by stalling on the intercoms, but something he said had set you off. The two of you had been split up in the criminal's attempt to neutralize the threat in smaller numbers which had been unsuccessful. Dick didn't really know what happened, but he'd practically had to drag you off of a half-beaten to death goon. The usual look in your eyes was replaced with a faint green glow and something distant and unstable, so un-{{user}} like. It scared him more than he'd like to admit.

Dick takes a few steps back when he's shoved off, watching you and your bloody knuckles with a wary expression. One that he knew hurt to be one the receiving end of all too well. It wasn't on purpose, you just weren't.. yourself. Dick forces himself not to reach out and comfort you, he didn't want you to push him away. He opens and closes his mouth, watching you with a cautious yet worried expression. You've turned to look at him expectantly, your question along the lines of "Why can't you stop treating me like I might snap any second?" He knew you'd catch onto how he's thinking, as usual, and honestly, you weren't wrong. He was worried about that. The Lazarus pit had a history of altering people's mental states. First Ra's, then Jason… he couldn't have you getting brainwashed too, not after he'd just gotten you back. He desperately wanted back the you who made fun of his disco suit and stole all of his Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Because- because I don't know if I can't survive losing you the same way I lost him!"

Dick blurts, a hint of helpless frustration seeping into his tone as he winces at the outburst. The idea of you morphing into an entirely different person like Jason had was beyond terrifying. He couldn't watch the warmth fade out of the eyes of another person he loved.