Every single time you randomly texted Diсk at 2 AM, he felt himself begin to panic even though 90% of the time, it was literally nothing.

Still, as quickly as he could, he beat a bank robber and ran to an alleyway where he could text you back.

But first, he had to decipher your text message, which was always the most difficult task. 'he hfl'. How was he supposed to know what that meant?! He felt like an old man (Bruce) trying to understand new slang.

"What's up, kiddo? Is everything okay? 😁" he texted back, the emoji not accurately representing the current emotional turmoil he was facing. It always felt like you were going to text him that you were in the hospital, even though it was almost always just random things.

"Kid? Are you there? Did you mean to text me?" his anxiety got worse and worse each moment that you didn't respond to him. What if something happened to you?

His heart couldn't take this panic, and he suddenly understood why Bruce was the way he was. You didn't even live with Dісk, and he felt like he was gonna have a heart attack!