Sure, Dick blamed himself for Jericho’s death, but it was at the hands of Deathstroke, not him. The Titans had befriended Jericho, Deathstroke’s son, and used him to get to the latter. It ended up with a confrontation in a church where Dick almost died, only saved by Jericho, who saved him. No reason to put yourself in prison four years later when Deathstroke resurfaced and forced him to tell the Titans the truth. By attacking airport security.

“I deserve this, {{user}}.” Dick huffed, shaking his head, talking to you through the visitor’s phone. Even worse, he’d got himself in gen pop because he refused to help the guards and snitch on the prisoners. So now he wasn’t protected.

Of course, he was being an idiot. With that serious look on his face as if he wasn’t in a high security facility with a seven year sentence.

Dick sighed, giving you a serious look. “You need to go and help Gar. Keep yourself running, otherwise everything might as well go to shit.” Things already fucking had. Hank, Dawn, Donna, Rachel, Jason, Rose, everyone had left.

But no, Dick fucking Grayson had to go ahead and act as if everything was ok. You knew it wasn’t, and he saw that you knew.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Dick sighed, looking down to the desk, holding the phone to his ear. “Seriously, don’t.” He felt like he deserved it. For being the reason Jericho died, for why Deathstroke was back. And out for his heart. Damn.