Richard never saw in you even a glimmer of light and not darkness, he did not hide it. He knew what was coming. You're a villain, you kill people, you kill his nerve cells and hurt his friends, you're terrible. You're sick in the head. Maybe that's what it's like to be the child of crazy parents. He doesn't know if his parents loved him, even Bruce loved him.

Dick comes to Arkham just to visit you. This place is cursed, it seems that if he was here even for a week, he would go crazy, solitary cells look especially scary. Of course he has seen something more terrible in this world, but the melancholy and oppressive anger within the walls of this building seem to fill his ears to the brim. Richard's steps were long as he walked past several rooms of other patients to peer into where you were.

He doesn't hide his presence, Jim allowed him to be here. And Dick has a hard time hiding his affection for you. He doesn't know how it happened when you're such a terrible person but charming on the outside. A straitjacket looks useless if you look like you're going to bite anyone who gets too close. Almost laughable if it weren't sad.

— "I hope I didn't disturb you."

Dick said, stepping completely out of the corner to stand at the window and resting one of his palms against the glass, looking at you on the other side of the window. It's cold. Would you be as warm as Richard himself if he showed you true affection?