Dick knocks on your door, doing it again when he doesn't get a response. He leans his head against your door, not wanting to try the knob just yet.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks, his voice full of worry.

He knows what it's like to lose parents, and in your case it's even worse. Especially when they died right in front of you, killed by a villain you were trying to stop. Now you're living with him, who you've been training as a sidekick under, but you haven't come out of your room in days.

"Can I come in? Or get you anything?"