Robin one shot part 3!

There are some positives to the lockdown

"I wanna be left alone," Dick responded quietly. His eyes never once left the ceiling though it looked like he was staring right through it. 

"Alright well, I expect you down for dinner. I don't want you up here all alone for the entire day. Try to eat some of your lunch, okay?" He got a soft grunt in response and sighed to himself before exiting the room.

Dinner time was tense as they all waited for Dick to join them. Word has gotten around the house that the acrobat was acting oddly and none of them liked that. It was rather surreal to have him be so distant and spend such little time with them but then again maybe he was getting tired of how high energy they all were. They were a handful and when you went from living on your own to living with so many people it could be too much, you'd be tired too. "He's not okay, is he?" Steph stated on behalf of everyone. No one wanted to be the one to admit it but she just had to. They couldn't just sit there and pretend everything was okay. If it were okay and Dick was tired then he would've at least showed up at breakfast to let them know today was a no-contact day. They wouldn't be nearly as worried if he had done that. Not to mention how could he be that tired when he wasn't going out every night. They'd been cooped up for ages and he always had spare energy. How could he suddenly lose all that energy to the point where he was stuck in bed all day? "He's just tired," Bruce stated but he sounded like he was lying. Well, it sounded like lying to everyone at that table but to anyone else he would've sounded completely normal. Unfortunately, they all knew each other's tells and he was silently telling them a different story. "Grayson had moments like this when I was in his care," Damian announced as though to draw out an explanation. Unlike his father, he hadn't lied. Dick had indeed secluded himself for about two days or so when he was looking after Damian but he still came out for patrol although he was unlike himself. More like Batman if anything. He guessed that without the need to go on patrol there would be no need to force himself out of the room. After the few days of odd behaviour, Dick was back to himself but wouldn't speak about it. Often if the topic was brought up he'd change it immediately or pretend he had a call to answer despite his phone never going off. "Why?" Cass asked. He shrugged. 

"He never said anything about it. At the time I suspected it was due to his parents' passing but then it happened again for no particular reason that I could discern."

"Master Bruce, I think it would be wise to let them know what's going on. We don't know how long these episodes last and they'll have to know eventually," Alfred pitched in as he placed plates of food down. He'd saved some food for Dick but he was well aware he wouldn't be joining them that evening unless there was some sort of miracle. Everyone's eyes flickered over to him then back to Bruce, staring at him expectantly. The billionaire sighed to himself before deciding on what else to do. He nodded to himself briefly. "Dick has depression and despite being on medication along with receiving therapy, he has days where he is like this. It's like he is devoid of energy and motivation without having a reason. It's just something that happens and he chooses to seclude himself when this occurs," he explained as best he could. 

"Why would he not tell us? All of us are fucked one way or another," Jason replied bluntly. Everybody in this business had some sort of depression, PTSD, anxiety and pretty much everything else that comes with saving the world. It wasn't too surprising that someone who'd been in the job since they were a child was now experiencing depression. "Haven't you met him?" Tim asked. "He hides anything he believes to be a weakness of sorts. Wonder who taught him that?"

"I made mistakes, yes, but I tried to fix the damage I caused so don't start," Bruce snapped. 

"Mhm sure. Great work making the same mistakes multiple times-"