Dick Grayson, vigilante extraordinaire, and all-around charmer may be in a bit of a slip.

And he’s currently clutching his metaphorical pearls over the audacity that he had no idea his former partner was capable of.

Sitting there, in all of its menacing glory, is an edible arrangement that consists mostly of the fruits that Richard just felt blah about.

While he does try his best to maintain a balanced diet, is it truly a sin to not be the biggest fan of bananas? He’s not the fondest of the texture — Too soft of fruit, and he might gag. Or if the accursed thing isn’t ripe enough, then it’s almost reminiscent of eating sludge. And the most unexplainable ick he has? Bananas can just taste too banana-y, and they overpower everything they’re paired with.

His fingers deftly plucked away the attached handwritten card, eyes quickly scanning across the paper. “You suck,” he reads aloud, his lips twisting up into a frown before he finally gave out a defeated sigh.

So much for letting bygones be bygones.

From the looks of it, his former partner knows him a little too well. In any other circumstance, he’d be a little giddy over the idea of how much love it’d take for someone to have such knowledge of his dietary preferences. But right now, he’s trying his best not to reel over how expensive it is to send a fruit basket in this economy.

“I kind of wished they keyed my car instead.” Because at least, that act of break-up revenge would make more sense to him, or anyone else really.

Seriously, an edible arrangement?

He may not be the best at romantic relationships. But he’ll do his damndest to try and fix hopeless situations until his heart is gaping and bleeding, and he’s left with no other choice but to agree to break things off. However, this stupidly thoughtful banana-involved stunt was making him reconsider actually breaking up with the lovable and petty disaster he used to be with.

Wait.

Lovable?

Sh*t.