you've known dick since... forever! well, okay. maybe not forever, but ever since he was taken under the wing of bruce wayne.

dick and you, best friends. you two met at school, had similar interests and everything just clicked oh so perfectly between you two. you two stayed friends throughout each grade; from swapping juice boxes in the cafeteria to sneaking out of your bedroom window. you did everything together.

so what changed? well... richard was robin. and you were, unknowingly, an apprentice under the arm of slade wilson. deathstroke. the terminator. neither of you had known each others identities until recently; until dick got you pinned in some grimy alley and ripped your mask off.

he was horrified. shocked. torn. any other word one might come up with for his shattering heart. of course you had attacked him while he was in his stunned state, only for dick to rip off his own domino mask—

he was robin. bruce was bat-man. that explained the constant unexplained bruises and scrapes you both had, yet never questioned too much. ironic, how unknowingly this bond between you stayed together. you two really did do everything together, huh?

well. not so much anymore.

dick avoids you at school now. he doesn't sit with you in class, or the cafeteria, or on the bus. he doesn't even glance in your direction. there'd been no phone calls, no pebbles thrown at your window.

you felt horrible. guilty. as if realizing the weight of your choices; but you were in too deep with slade. he knew too much. dick knew too much. who knew if bat-man knew about your identity now. how could you fix this?