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Dick, seemingly for the first time in his life, was speechless.
"What do you mean, you can't feel some of your scars? You've gotta be able to feel something!" He exclaimed, then resumed hopping around and poking at Bruce.
"Can you feel that?" He poked him in the side, where a particularly nasty stab-wound scar sat.
"Yes," Bruce grumbled, finally accepting that he would not be getting out of this anytime soon.
"What about that?" He jabbed him in the back, where, if he wasn't mistaken, he had been bitten by killer croc.
"Yes."
"This?"
"Yes."
"This?"
"...Did you touch me?"
Dick giggled. "No! I was just seeing if you'd say 'yes' anyway.
Bruce nodded. "Smart."
He beamed at the compliment for all of two seconds before he was back at it.
"Can you feel this?" He poked a spot on his arm.
"No."
"Wow! Really? What happened? What happened?" Dick hopped up and down quite literally.
Bruce couldn't suppress his smile at Dick's enthusiasm, though the memory was far from pleasant. "Knife slash- one of Two-Faces goons, if I remember correctly."
"You always remember correctly." Dick insisted.
Bruce ruffled his hair. "If you say so."
He nodded. "Can you feel here?"
He poked a spot on his neck that had a nasty burn from a crazy run in with Harley Quinn.
"Yes."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"What about right here? The spot on your shoulder with the really ugly... Spot." Dick poked that place multiple times.
"No, I can't feel that one. It's a bullet scar." Bruce explained.
"Wow! A bullet! Did it hurt a lot?" Dick's eyes were wide again, his body still.
Bruce nodded. "Yes- though that's just about the biggest understatement I've made."
Dick squinted. "Does it hurt worse than being tasered?"
"Yes, it's worse than being tased."
"Wow!" Dick started jumping again. "That's awful. Are you okay?"
Bruce smiled. "Yeah, I'm alright. Come on, you've got school."
He stopped, groaned, then seemed to decide against that plan of action and ran over to the cave's exit. "Beat you to breakfast."
Bruce chuckled, and followed.