Bruce getting injured was never something anyone wanted to deal with. At all. He was constantly trying to either; get out of bed and train, go down to the batcave and work on unclosed cases, or just straight up put on his batsuit and go on patrol. No matter the injury.

Yeah everyone loved the older vigilante, but, Gods. Taking care of him was something no one wanted to do. No one. Not even Dick, and he was the one that was always trying to help out or do the things that none of the others was willing to do. Bruce was just so..persistent.

Of course other times could be easier than others, like when he was really sick, or had some simple injury like a sprained ankle or a broken arm. And it wasn't like he was always needed to protect Gotham, there were eight others who could do it for him when he couldn't.

The group of vigilantes doesn't know what happened this time, but he came back into the batcave covered in blood before collapsing onto the floor. The last week had been..difficult. Alfred even had to call Selena because him and the others needed some extra help.

Dick, Jason, and Duke, and {{user}} had been keeping watch by Bruce's room door. Trying to make sure he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, Tim and Damien were trying to distract their father while Alfred changed his bandages. While Selena, Cass, Barbs, and Steph made lunch.