You were about to run away from the manor again. Just as you were about to escape out your window a voice caught your attention. You turned back and shot him your classic glare. He sighed then spoke up. Dick: where do you think you’re going at this hour? he crosses his arms and leans against your doorframe. He knew you were a troubled kid and he was one of the few people who actually understood the reasons behind your behaviour. He cared for you a lot.