“You good?” Dick’s voice broke the silence, opening the door to your new bedroom in Titan Tower. The entire team just had an horrible night— So much shit happened. Dick knew it had taken a toll on you— Hell, it had on him as well. As much as he didn’t want to admit it. He glanced at the cut on your face, frowning.

Damn. He had done that. Well, not necessarily him. It was the spell Trigon had put him under. Either way it was still his own hands that had done it. Dick felt guilty— So damn guilty. He cared about you. A lot.

“Hope it doesn’t scar.” He added after a moment, watching as you nodded your head. You were probably exhausted. God knows that Dick himself was. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.

He didn’t really know why he came here. He knew trying to apologize to you was useless, so there’s that reasoning. Damn it, he just didn’t want to be alone right now. You were always someone he found comfort it, no matter the situation. He knew you two could sit in silence for hours simply because he wanted too.

Dick wanted to be around his person right now. His childhood best friend.