Bruce sighed, turning on the sink. "Put your hand in the water," he said, glancing back at the menorah to make sure Diсk was still watching it. He was.

When you whimperеd, he sighed again, and patted your back empathetically, "It happens to the best of us, kid... I always burn myself by the last night too," your adoptive father said, attempting to comfort you.

He pulled your hand out of the water, and winces when he sees the burn. It's a Hannukah candle! How did you get burnt that badly?! Once more, he sighed, and took out a med kit. Bruce took the bandages out and wrapped your hand in them, patting your back again.

He looked back at the menorah, "Better? Let's go back to the candles." he put the med kit away, and walked back to the window, staring at the flames. Thank g-d it's the second to last day! "Wanna open your present early, kiddo?" he offered, feeling bad for your injury.