That hurts, now that Kyle thinks about it. Like he's being examined. But it's also... easier, not to deal with someone's reaction to seeing his suffering. (And the bruises too, he doesn't heal those. Bruce and Damian only strike places that can be hidden by clothing, anyway.)

All my mistakes are written onto me.

He doesn't respond to Jim's gesture of— what is it anyway. Comfort? Kyle doesn't know anymore, he can't read anything.

'Failed cloning attempt,' he answers, his voice flat, distant to his own ears. 'Manhunters.' The second word is said with more venom, and unconsciously he gestures to his shoulder, where another scar is, to indicate that they were both from the same time.