Bruce got up once he heard some pounding from the kitchen.

"What are you doing up so early?" Bruce asked Richard when he got down to the kitchen.

"I just am. This is the time I normally... wake." Richard said thinking about how he was suppose to be doing training right now.

"It's 3:00 in the morning." Bruce said.

"I know." Dick replied.

"Do you want to talk about-" Bruce started.

"NO!" Richard cut Bruce off.

"At least put the bowl down; you're shaking like crazy and I don't think Alfred would appreciate you breaking his bowls." Bruce put his hands on Richard's hands and guided the bowl to the table. 

"You know; you have to talk about it soon." Bruce said and slipped into the seat across from Dick.

"I don't want to." Richard's eyes started to tear up.

"I know. But it helps." Bruce whispered.

"I know." tears started to slip down Dick's face.

"Please Richard. Let us help you." Bruce said.

Dick started sobbing.

Don't worry; it'll get better!!!