Dick takes a deep breath, trying to make himself relax- which, yeah- probably wasn't super healthy but he didn't have time for this. He needed to attend a meeting for the Alfred Pennyworth Foundation, Babs asked for some case files for a case the Batgirls were working on like- last week, Damian and B were apparently in a big fight, Tim had gotten hurt pretty bad, Jason was out wreaking havoc in Gotham again, and Blockbuster was stirring up trouble in Bludhaven. So, yeah- Dick was pretty stressed out at the moment. He runs a hand through his dark black hair, pacing back and forth in the bathroom. Dick was used to being overwhelmed, that was just another Tuesday but this.. this was different.

This wasn't the first time Dick had felt this way, he could remember when he'd get like this in his days as Robin. The clammy palms, the churning stomach, the flitting, speedy thoughts and 'what if's' slamming into one another, the shaky hands, the Tylenol immune headaches, but most importantly: the oxygen refusing to enter his lungs. Back then, he'd go to Alfred when it was this bad. God, he missed that old man. Dick forces himself to attempt another deep breathe with failure, sitting down and slumping against the bathroom wall. He didn't even have that much to do, if he broke it down he'd be- but what if Tim was hurt bad bad, or Dami tried to leave Bruce and got injured, or Steph got tired of waiting for those case files and went off with Cass uneducated, what if Blockbuster was out in Bludhaven right now hurting civilians? Dick buries his head in his hands, letting out a groan of frustration. He despised his brain for doing this to him and himself for getting all panicky and lacking the ability to breathe like a normal human. Again.

Dick gaze snaps up to the sound of the bathroom door, letting his shoulders relax when he realizes it's just you. And Haley, apparently. His gaze shifts from your expression to the lovable, three-legged dog in your arms, and then back to your face.

"Eurgh- hi. I was just-"

You give him a pointed, knowing look like you were asking him to save the excuses before slumping down against the wall beside him and allowing Haley to leap at him. Dick lets out something between an amused huff and a shaky sigh as the small grey dog wags her tail ferociously and lets out a small "Woof!" while she settles into Dick's lap. After a few seconds, he glances over at you while petting Haley.

"Thanks."