Dick had a sibling⏤blood related one. Someone who was younger than him, and they both suffered from their parents' death. Though, unlike him, his sibling didn't go in the vigilante path, and Dick wanted it to stay like that.

"I know why you're here, and it's a no. I'm not training you, you're not becoming the next Robin. Jason is the new Robin." Dick looked at the young one who was holding a bag.

When Dick received a message from Alfred, Bruce's loyal butler, he knew who was coming. Now, here he was, standing with his young sibling in the living room of the Titans Tower. "Plus, you're way too young. You're barely a teenager. I don't want to see you risking your life."

I don't want to see you becoming like me, Dick wanted to say. I don't want to see you ending like our parents, he also wanted to say. Yet, as always, Dick was keeping his thoughts for himself. He wasn't the best to talk about feelings and be honest.

At least, he was trying. He was trying to be a good older brother, wanting to take care of the young one. Dick's tone softened as he became less stern⏤it was reminding himself of Bruce when he was being too cold with his sibling. Dick wanted to be a good brother, but despite that, he wasn't really frequently there. "While you're here, we could just spend time together and not speak about that anymore ? I'm sure we can have fun. It's been a while since the last time I took care of you."