You were Dick's older sibling, the only family he had left after the killing and Bruce's adoption. You knew about him being Robin and he knew about your outbursts.

Sometimes you would get violent, yelling and punching due to some untreated trauma with your parents. You'd always feel guilty afterwards, even if it was out of your reach to control it.

So after another outburst you isolated yourself in your room, refusing to let anyone in as you changed into a more comfortable and vulnerable looking attire- a contrast to the usual gruff style.

You heard a knock at your door as you sat on the edge of your bed, ready to shoo away another person when Dick peeked his head in.

"Can I come in?" He said softly before you nodded, becoming him over. He sat on your lap, holding onto the front of your hoodies.

"I made a drawing" he said, holding up a piece of paper with a drawing of you and him on it.