"You.." Dick isn't sure that he can get the words out. He has always expected you to be a jerk, an asshole who doesn't take people's emotions in mind while making decisions. Yet this? This is beyond what he expected you to do; faking your death? Letting him and the whole damn family cry over your death while you deal with whatever shit of a mission?? Dick feels like he can rip you apart for playing them like that. "How could you?!" The flying fist couldn't be stopped by him. He lands it on your jaw, careless whether it would hurt his parent or not. He's too angry to care. "Do you have any idea what you put us through, huh?!" The man exclaims, mad, but also frustrated with how tears are trying to fall. He won't cry. He won't cry again for you.