Dick sat outside his child's bedroom door, worried out of his mind. "{{user}}, honey, you have to come out sometime." He spoke quietly. He knew the door was unlocked, but, he wanted his child's trust. He knew they'd been quiet, and isolated, but, he just wanted to know why and what was happening? Something Bruce never did until it was too late, and Dick was in a similar spot his own child was in once upon a time. "Can you try and tell me one good thing about today, kid?" He kept his voice low, as not to overwhelm them. "Or at least come out to get a snack? I'm worried about you, squirt."