[ Oh my god this gullible child. Damian flatly pushes him back down before he reopens any of his injuries, rolling his eyes in exasperation. ]

I'll tell you, later. [ He pauses, lips pursing. ] After all, one story a night until you are well again - that sounds fair, doesn't it?

[ A promise of one story a night is almost too good to believe, and a huge gesture on Damian's part. Stories about Bruce, Jason, Tim, Cass, Alfred, even himself; sharing whatever he feels is safe to share.

He'd been terrified that night, thinking that he'd lose Dick without the boy ever having the chance to hear any of it. ]

I can't promise they are all happy stories, but -- if you want to hear them.

[ Like a game of twenty questions, Dick can pick the person, the topic, and Damian will oblige. It's not like he can't make the time. ]