Dick has been training you lately. And every time — every single goddamn time — your brother ends up leaving a new scar on your body. Every single time, he feels worse and worse.

"I'm so sorry," Dick says, bandaging your wound and placing a small kiss over it. He hugs you and mumbles, "I didn't mean it, kiddo. You know that, right? I love you. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose. I'm sorry."