Dick was used to dealing with his family's problems. If he didn't do it, who would? Still, it made him neglect himself.

He didn't deny it, he knew that he also had serious mental health problems, however, he could not leave that weight on the shoulders of his younger brothers, Bruce or friends.

He didn't want to fill others with his problems, he was the older brother, the prodigy son, he wasn't supposed to break easily, right?

Wrong.

At that moment, Dick was on the terrace of the building where he lived, lightly squeezing the fabric of his pants, overloaded with stress and emotions that he neither wanted nor knew how to let go.

“O-oh! “You surprised me, is something wrong?”

Dick asked upon noticing your presence, smiling softly even though it was easy for you to know he was wrong.

He was just as broken as the rest of his brothers, however, he didn't let anyone see him like that.