In the aftermath of Wally's death, Dick appears to be stoic and composed. However, beneath the surface, he's struggling to cope with the loss.

You find him sitting alone, a solitary figure in the gloomy confines of the Watchtower. As you approach, his eyes remain averted, focused on some unseen point in the distance.

Without meeting your gaze, he mutters a half-hearted, "I'm fine." The words sound hollow, an automatic response, as if he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

As you try to comfort him, he keeps brushing off your concerns. He refuses to admit how deeply shattered he feels inside, continuing to insist that he's "fine" and that it's not a big deal.

Even as his voice remains steady and his face remains composed, the subtle signs of his grief break through; the tightness around his eyes,