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Dick was sitting in the kitchen eating a pack of crisps in the kitchen, it may of not been the healthiest choice, and Alfred would of definitely disapprove of it, but he wasn’t here right now so crisps it is
He was starving, he couldn’t remember the last the last time he ate (hopefully no one noticed the weight lose) but he couldn’t bring himself to eat anymore
Dick stared at his plate, he wish he wasn’t here, he wish he was in his apartment, where he could just lay in bed, not worrying about if any of his siblings could see him
He took another chip out of the bag, nibbling at it slowly
“Why are you eating it like that?” Tim asked
Dick looked up at him, not meeting his eyes, wanting to just disappear into the darkness, “I’m just not that hungry right now”
“Plus we also had that big dinner last night” dick added, whilst smiling “props to Alfred for that, I’m just annoyed I couldn’t help out more”
“Speaking of Alfred, he told me that Bruce is taking the weekend off, I don’t know why but he asked me to tell you, he looked worried though, are you ok?” Tim didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer “you’ve been kinda off since the whole spyral thing, is there something your not telling us?”
Before he could answer, Damian interrupted them, “is Alfred not here?”
“Nah he’s not dami, but if you want I could cook some pancakes?”
“ You do not need to exert yourself, Richard”, Damian states. He is still worried. It makes Dick’s heart flutter a bit, for someone to be so concerned for his wellbeing. It breaks a little because it is Damian who is worried. Damian should not look after Dick like that. It is Dick who should look after Damian. After he was the big brother.
“It’s not like that dami-“ dick stutters, trying to find the right words, “I would love to make you food,”
“You should be resting, especially since you came back injured from spyral” Tim added
Dick sighed and fell back into his seat, just before there was a menacing presence at the doorway, dicks eyes darted towards it, only to see Bruce, and then let himself relax again
He feels like crying, letting all of his pain out in one go, but instead he keeps it together, smiles and states “Damian won’t let me cook him food, is Alfred up yet?”
“Are you ok?” Bruce stares at him worriedly, almost as if Bruce Wayne and Batman were two completely different people, “I’ve noticed you’ve lost weight, plus you have bags under your eyes”
Dick furrows his eyebrows, did he really make it that obvious, was he not being good enough?
“I’ll go fetch alf, I bet Damian’s hungry” dick stated, wanting to get out as soon as possible
Not catching the hint, Damian perks up “I will go find penny worth” and soon after Tim decides to follow after him, not wanting to be caught up in a fight
“What’s up B?” Dick says almost as if nothing was wrong
Bruce sighs, “no one can find out”
Dick pauses, find out about what, who? There were so many possibilities for what he was referring to and each of them seemed equally important, or maybe they were just important to him
“I wiped the footage from the bat computer” Bruce adds and suddenly it all clicks together
“Of course” and he just slowly walks out of the room
Cass stood outside the kitchen, worried but also interested in the conversation, her and dick haven’t talked that much, seeing as he was in bludhaven most of the time, she didn’t know if it was her fault, if he didn’t want to see her, but he seemed fine for now
What was Bruce talking about? What did dick know that nobody else seemed to? What couldn’t they find out?
It hurt, Cass cared about dick a lot and she knew he did the same but he was avoiding everyone, isolating himself from the world, and that also included herself
Had she made dick feel bad? She thought she understood him, but it turns out she doesn’t even understand herself, not her feelings, not her thoughts, and how was she supposed to find out what was wrong, perhaps she could talk to Tim, maybe to search the bat computer, who knows, and maybe she should talk to Jason or Steph about finding out what was wrong with dick