Which is why Dick reaches out, taking the brush from Bruce's hand and putting it down. Then he kneels, pulling Bruce around to look him in the eyes. No hug, not yet. Even though he's sure Bruce could use one.

God knew he'd needed it when the Black Lanterns had attacked.

"I know. It's...indescribable, when something like that magic shows you a mockery of the people you loved. The people who loved you, who made you who you are." His voice is tight, meaning he has to clear his throat. "But it wasn't them. I know you know that, but it wasn't. Wherever Thomas and Martha Wayne are, I know that they're proud of you. That they always have been."