[There's a heaping ounce or two of pity that Dick feels for Bruce and none of it because he's beaten and bruised. The feelings he musters there all mount up to normal human concern that he'd tell himself not to fret over so much if his mind and body would listen to him. The pity all surrounds this horrible fascination people have with making the infirm lay around all day.

Dick doesn't hide the interest in his eyes when Bruce mentions the truth about Dick's question, or the offer for something stronger than the water beside the bed. Getting up himself, he moves beside the drink cart and gets a glass so that Bruce can pour a second glass. ]

A skylight. Now that can hurt, even with any sort of slow fall technique enabled. Is that what broke the arm? You hit and roll?

[Usually when falling, it would be normal to hit and roll, distributing the pattern of impact from legs to the entire left side of the body. If the arm/shoulder didn't catch right, or from that height, he certainly could have dislocated things and bruised up quite a bit-- not to mention the entire act of taking out a skylight was never gentle on a human body.]

You might remember that those things are glass next time.

[he says with half a smile as he raises his glass to knock against Bruce's before taking a sip.]