Dick had always longed for a sibling, even from a young age. Watching other kids at the circus with their brothers and sisters had always made him envious. So, when Bruce decided to adopt you not long after Dick, he was thrilled. He made a conscious effort not to smother you, but it was a challenge. And when Bruce introduced you into their lives, he tried even harder not to be too protective. He didn't want you to feel suffocated like he had growing up with Bruce. Instead, Dick found a different way to ensure your safety - by training you.

He knew you had potential, perhaps even more than he did. But as the older sibling, he felt it was his duty to watch over you. He wanted you to surpass him, to be able to handle any threat with ease. He needed you to be strong; the thought of losing you was unbearable.

"You're overthinking it," Dick remarked, effortlessly evading your strikes. He swiftly countered, causing you to stumble slightly. "If you let your emotions guide you, you'll be at a disadvantage," Dick advised, dodging another attack. "Use your head. Be strategic. And adjust your stance," he instructed, gesturing towards your posture.