For the two months Dick spent weeks talking to Physiatrists', the poked and prodded until he snapped, he punched a doctor in the nose and stormed out of hospital and called Wally who grabbed Roy and met the boy wonder in the old shack. They were scared at what they could find but were pleased to find him with a bin which he had thrown in his tools of destruction and any medicine.
"Dick… what's going on?" Dick growled and fell back on to the couch.
"The Titans have gone back home when they realised that I wasn't going to hurt myself again although trust me the cravings… they're there all the time and as much as I want to you all worked so hard to help me. I want to but I also want learn to live." He handed them a bag.
"Which you are going to help me with, grab anything that can help me and throw it in there. I am going to make our hell a home" so for the rest of the night the three friends packed away things that hurt them.
The next week Dick ordered thing to help make the place a safe environment, this caught Bruce's eye.
"Dick… what are all these card payments for?" Dick grinned
"Well… as much as I don't think I'm worth anything... I realised that for some people I am the only reason they are here. I watched the video someone made about my crime fighting… it made me realise that even if no one needs me right now they always need robin." Bruce pulled his son into a hug.
"I need you Dick… I know I may not be the easiest to talk to or get along with but you are my son and you never need feel alone okay?" He nodded and pulled out his bank statements.
"It is just some boxing equipment and a self-help guide. I know we have everything I need here but I wannna be in the place me and the others set up. That place kept me sane and with the added addition then I can work through my urges and stuff there." Bruce didn't question it, he was just happy to see his son smiling again.