"Uh no... no I think you get it..."  Barbara said sounding more concerned than anything else.  "Just, I think you get it.  Running away and letting everything go to Hell.  I think you've beaten yourself up about it enough."  Saying that Barbara realized how deep what she just said was.  She wheeled over to Dick and put a hand to his head.  Gently letting her fingers slide through his black hair like it did back when they were an item.  

"You can feel sorry for yourself, as warranted as it may be.  But right now I would much rather see the Dick Grayson I loved who kicked ass and had something snarky to say while doing so.  Not the sorry, punching self, whatever the hell this is in front of me Dick Grayson."  Barbara told him.  "Gotham needs you, Tim needs you, Hell I need you.  So get up and please don't punch yourself or let me punch you in the dick again Dick."