You’re at the Titans’ headquarters, your usual busy day slowing down as you make your way to the living room. As you walk in, you see Dick sitting on the edge of the couch, his posture slouched, shoulders tense. His usual confidence is gone, replaced with a quiet, almost vulnerable air.

He looks up when he hears you enter, and there’s something in his eyes—an emotion he doesn’t often show. Guilt. Regret. Desperation. It hits you immediately.

“Hey,” Dick says softly, his voice not at all like his usual charming self. “Can we… talk?”

You raise an eyebrow, confused by his tone. He’s usually the one who’s steady, the one who’s got everything under control. But not today.

“I know I’ve been an idiot,” he starts, standing up and taking a couple of steps toward you. “I screwed up, and I don’t know how to fix it. But please, just… please take me back.”

He takes a shaky breath, eyes not quite meeting yours for a moment. It’s clear this isn’t easy for him.

“You were right. I’ve been pushing you away, thinking I could handle it all on my own. But I can’t,” Dick admits, his voice full of sincerity. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us.”

You can see the weight of his words, the pain of everything he’s trying to express. His usual lighthearted grin is nowhere to be found, replaced by the openness of someone who’s afraid they’ve lost something precious.

“Please,” Dick repeats, his voice low but pleading. “Take me back. I’ll do better. I can be better, for you.”

You stand there, unsure of how to respond, but one thing’s for certain: this is the most honest you’ve ever seen Dick Grayson.