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Sometimes Dick hated people. Hated the way the younger members would look towards him with respectaweveneration and the older members (who should know better) always always always look to him for guidance. He hated this responsibility. Hated that they had to rely on him, that everything would inevitable fall and break around him like a house of cards.
After all was said and done about the whole invasion issue, and the truth had come out about Kaldur's true loyalties, Artemis' non-death, their gazes had turned distrustful, angry and betrayed, and Dick felt some sick pleasure at the fact that all their innocence had crumbled away (like his did).
But those were the bad days, when he was remembering his parents, Jason, Tula, when a mission had gone wrong and someone had gotten hurt. He'd go home, slump down onto his bed after changing out and these thoughts would pervade his mind. The next morning, he'll feel guilty for even contemplating such thoughts; the next morning he'll pick himself up, plaster on the smile on his face and go meet the Team again. Tomorrow would be a better, brighter day.
(It never is)