"Soooo~ ice cream huh?" Dick asked perkily as he spotted Bruce at the kitchen; he was eating out of a bin of ice cream with a spoon. Alfred wouldn't approve. Speaking of, Alfred had banished them all back to bed after Bruce's awakening and the exchange of stories, and Dick was the first back up again- big surprise.
"I can taste again." Bruce offered as if that explained everything, then offered a wicked smile, holding up a spoon for Dick.
Dick gasped dramatically, "Ice cream for breakfast?! Noo~ way!" Alfred really wouldn't approve as Dick took the spoon and dug it into the frozen treat with enthusiasm.
"Sworn to secrecy." Bruce whispered conspiratorially, nudging Dick lightly with an elbow. Dick nodded rapidly, though he was sure Alfred would find out.
They ate in silent happiness for a few moments before Dick looked over at his dad, observing, "You're really okay, right?"
Bruce sighed, but a small smile breached the surface, "Yes little bird, I'm okay. The experience wasn't pleasant for any of us, but we survived."
Dick got the warm fuzzies at his nickname, it had always only ever been his. "We always survive."
Batman nodded, running a hand through Dick's hair, tugging teasingly on the longer strands, "As long as we're all together, its worth it." He glanced over, that small smile had turned into his Dad smile ™ that somehow spoke of so much love that Dick beamed back, "Right, little bird?"
"Right!"