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"Why don't you hide them?" Stephanie asks quietly.
Although she's not looking down at Bruce's arms anymore, the white stripes of damaged skin across his knuckles and forearm are seared into her memory. Bruce doesn't need to ask what she's talking about, because he had definitely seen the way she was staring down at his scars.
He doesn't shrug, because Batman doesn't shrug, but he does something close to it while gently tightening the bandages across her abdomen, fingers ghosting the healed cut across the bottom of her stomach, "Why don't you?"
She doesn't have an answer to that.
(Stephanie Brown and people who live with talking scars.)