Dick Grayson didn’t need more on his plate, really. He already had Gotham, the Team, and school on his hands- and, now, on top of that, the team is falling apart.
Because of a stimulation gone wrong.
M’gann couldn’t help it, really, but, now Dick felt another weight onto his shoulders: to bring the team back together.
In retrospect, it wasn’t his job, no, but it felt like it was.
And that’s what mattered, didn’t it? That, for some reason, he felt the need to take control of bringing the team back together.
Barely stopping for a moment to help himself, yet, he felt the need to do this.
He looked in the mirror, sighing.
“You got to do this, Robin,” he told himself, in a shaky whisper, “because no one else will.”