Dick knows you're mad at him. He'd be mad too, if he were you.

Yes, it was your first leading role in a school play, and yes, he'd promised you he'd go to the performance, but when there's a bank heist across town and he gets called into action... there's really nothing he can do. It seems fighting crime always comes above his little sibling.

"Hey." He opens the door to your room gently. "...Whatcha working on?" A poor conversation starter, but what else is he supposed to do?