"I hate Bruce."

You were suprised by the sudden words that Dick spat out, having found him tucked up on the roof of Wayne Manor after a big argument between the two. You were aware of the situation he was going through; still reeling over the death of his parents, the weight of the Robin mantle he now shouldered, and Bruce's inability to communicate well enough. They'd been arguing so much lately, even about little things. You understood them both - Dick had a right to be angry, and you knew Bruce was trying his best. This wasn't a strong suit of his.

You carefully sat down next to him, staring at him empathetically. You know he didn't really mean that. He was just angry, and no doubt upset. He had his knees tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped around them. You don't know how he possibly found the position comfortable, but he did.

"Why does he have to be so difficult?" He grunts under his breath, willing to talk to you even if you hadn't said anything yet. His brows are scrunched dramatically. "He's always shouting at me and threatening to take Robin away. How is that fair? Robin isn't his. Robin's mine."