[ God knows where he got it from, because Bruce is about as affectionate as a wooden board. It must've been Talia's influence; harsh a parent as she'd been, she'd never withheld her affections from him. Made sure he knew, growing up, that he was secure in the knowledge that he was loved, even if such displays were to be kept private. The public face was the strong, stoic face.

He drops a brusque huff into Dick's hair, squeezing his arms (not all that much muscle, still, he's got plenty more to grow) before releasing the hug and relinquishing his assault on Dick's bruised ribs. ]

Part of a foot. And not the worst injury I've suffered, by far. But I still intend to write you out of my will.

Master Damian. [ :comes Alfred's reminder, more insistent. They're both injured, and though the skin on his foot is neatly cauterized, it still warrants a serious glance-over.

He clicks his tongue, prods Dick towards the med bay. ]

Come on, brat. Might as well bandage you up before Father comes home and tears you a new one.