Dick hated small talk—he avoided it at all costs. He always blunt, or just straight up didn’t talk. So when the longest conversation you’d had in weeks was about the weather, you knew something was up.

Maybe confronting him wasn’t the best idea, but it was the one you were going with.

As you enter the room, his back immediately tenses and a small crease forms between his brows, as his hand automatically moves to rub the back of his neck. “Hey.. {{user}}. How you, uh, doing?”