Tim's eyebrows furrow. Cass strokes along his hand gently, looking to see what he needs from the lines that make up his body, but right now, he is in pain and needs most of all relief to not be in pain. She sits back and looks up to make sure that relief is coming, even though she knows that it is on its way.
Bruce finishes changing the medicine bag on the IV and pauses, leaning down over the cot and brushing his hand over Tim's hair. He is careful, Cass sees it clearly, giving loving touch while avoiding the bruise that is slowly but visibly vanishing from Tim's cheek.
His gaze still on Tim's cot in front of them, Bruce sits in the chair next to Cass. He is still so careful in his movements, leaving a bit of space between them. He does that with so much intention.
With just as much intention, Cass scoots her chair closer to his and leans in, draping her head and neck onto his shoulder. From this angle, she watches Bruce's body ease.
"I still feel like I should thank you," Bruce says after a long moment.
"No thanks," Cass says primly, just like she has said each time so far he has brought this topic forward.
Bruce huffs a small laugh. "Really? You don't think you should be thanked for helping us find out that Tim's been abused and for helping us find ways to stop it?"
"Not the one with the-" Cass feels her voice trail off as she searches for the word. She picks her head up. Looking around, she points at the camera, ready on the counter and waiting for further use.
"You're not the one who thought of taking pictures while Tim re-heals, so we could make a better case against his parents," Bruce says. "But you are the one who brought up what you'd seen, what you'd noticed, what you knew. And you knew he was being hurt."
Cass thinks about that for a moment. She admits slowly, "But… Hurt you."
"A little," Bruce agrees, the slightest of tensions entering his body language again as his legs shift the smallest bit. He wraps his arm around her shoulders. "But Cass? I would be hurt a thousand times over if it meant stopping someone I loved from being hurt."
Cass drops her head onto his shoulder again. She nuzzles in. "You… You are good."
"Thank you," Bruce says. "That means a lot to me."
Cass isn't done, though. "My… Cain. Father him. He was not good."
Bruce's arm wraps more tightly around her shoulders.
"He hurt lots," Cass says. "People. Him. Me. He was not good. I saw it. But then I saw you, and you are good."
Bruce's arm stiffens like he doesn't deserve what she says, but not in a mad way, in a sad way.
"You are good," Cass insists. "I am… Happy. You are Father."
Bruce turns toward her, unwrapping his arm from around her and instead cupping her chin with his hand. He looks at her, and he lets her look at him, and she sees the happiness and gentleness and open love of his everything.
"Happy," Cass says again. "You do good."
"I've done my best to do better by you than Cain did," Bruce says. "I'll always try my best to treat you with the goodness you deserve, all of you."
Cass nods. "Me to you."
"All of us to all of us," Bruce says.
Cass hums happily.
From the cot, Tim breathes a little more deeply and easily, and his eyebrows unfurrow, like he's thinking about waking up from a nice dream.