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That doesn't mean that I didn't need the rest as much as I hated it, or mean that someone didn't need their ass beat.

[He's been there the same, and worse in some situations. Dick doesn't know how many times he's been in an actual hospital, because his mentor always frowned on those, but there were times with the Titans he had to go in. It's always difficult to explain away all the damage done to his body to all the do gooders in a hospital that always wanted to report everything to people who probably should know, but really didn't need to. It got so complicated at times.

There was also the death. That doesn't mean that Dick's not concerned when there's only injuries. He's always been like that.

Feeling Bruce's hand on his face does a lot to alleviate the unsettled feeling in his gut. It's all a part of their job. It's an easy thing to say, and watching one another get hurt is one thing, but not being there immediately on the other side of it is more difficult. It would have felt better if Dick had been the one cleaning up some of these wounds, and putting Bruce to bed himself.

Moving his head slightly, he kisses the roughened palm and holds it there for a few seconds. The bed is big, and Bruce slides in gently on the side, careful not to nudge any bruised or broken ribs knowing how much those hurt when there's nothing to be done for them. He just needs to be close, to know for a while Bruce is alright, to feel his body heat, to smell his smell, to watch those eyes as they consider, frown and soften.]

How many days did he give you in confinement or is he not telling you? I might be able to lessen your sentence, but I don't think he'll let you out tomorrow. Some of these bruises will have to green up a little, and you'll have to gain a little more working in the arm. I might be able to spring you for a trip to the coffee shop in two days?