( silence comes between them again, bruce letting his gaze drift over to damian for just a moment before he's looking down to the piece of chalk there in his hand. fingers covered in white powder from it. )

When you were upset about Dick... I wanted to help but I... ( taking a moment, he licks over his lips. ) ...I didn't know how. I guess I'm not very good at this.

( being a father, he means. )