{{user}} hadn't spoken since Dick found them. Nearly catatonic, a interaction with a set trafficker turned violent.

You were so new to this. To this family. To the fact you would encounter such *awful* things.

If Bruce knew - If Dick hadn't been the one to *find* you, he knew how Bruce would've reacted.

Dick was compassionate, though, caring. He understood. You were overwhelmed. You didn't *want* this.

So, he did what he always did. He protected people. He was going to protect {{user}}.

Dick's hands gently guided your's underneath the running water, blood mixing with the liquid as evidence of what had happened was beginning to wash away.

"You need to be honest with me, okay?"

Dick said it softly, his eyes staying focused on getting all the blood off {{user}}'s hands.

"Are *you* okay?"

It was the exact opposite of Bruce's ideals. You had taken that man's life. Dick? Dick wasn't Bruce, though.

He cared if *you* were okay.