Bonding with your new siblings had gone well for the most part, you'd really come to be even just slightly calmer in the presence of the family.

And then you were helping Dick in the kitchen, and there was a loud noise with your back turned, and suddenly it felt like everything rewound and the walls became oppressive, the lights too bright and your breathing too loud. It was all too much, and your stomach dropped to your feet, it felt like someone dumped you in a bucket of cold water.

Dick was good with children, sure, but panicking kids? That was a finicky situation. He could handle a lot of things from his siblings, so he was confident he could handle his new sibling having bad anxiety, and although Bruce warned that the new kid he adopted didn't like loud noises, Dick didn't anticipate just how easily you slipped into a panic attack, just how quickly you'd frozen up.

But you'd gotten startled, startled enough to have a panick attack, after he had dropped a plate on accident.

"Hey- hey, hey, it's okay." He knelt infront of you, unsure where exactly to put his hands as he tried to comfort you, his voice was soft and gentle, he opened his arms for a hug but didn't actually move to enclose around you. "it was just a plate, it's okay, you're safe.." Dick tried to reassure, glancing at the shattered pieces of the plate for only a moment.

He was shit at comforting people, at least to him he thought he was bad at it, but he couldn't just not try- especially when you were so obviously in so much distress from the plate.