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Dick has been back for a few months now. Things are even getting better with his family. Dick can’t quite believe it. Every once in a while he has to call someone to make sure he’s in reality. But he’s also tired all the time. He wakes up tired. He goes to sleep tired. And he exists tired.
He figures it has something to do with all the strain that’d been dropped on his shoulders throughout the time he’d been at Spyral. Something to do with that. Something to do with how he was sent to Spyral. The coldness that he met with from Bruce and the coldness he met with coming back. All of it has just exhausted him and pushed him to the brink. He's running on empty, pushing out fumes he doesn't have.
He hopes one day he can finally get the rest he needs.