"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" Dodging the question, but he'd rather hear answers from Dick anyway. It didn't matter what Tim had told him. What mattered was the truth and the teenager who could tell him that was right here.

He didn't force him to sit; it was merely a gesture to put him more at ease. Neither of them required it. So he stood where he was, hands kept at his side with an effort, carefully relaxed and open. He didn't smile; that was too much of a lie and Dick deserved better. Bruce offered him instead the truth: an expression that said he was listening with his full attention.