Jason is staring at the ceiling and wishing God would just kill him now because he hates being sick. How did he get sick? Well he decided to do patrol in the rain, that was normal. It's fucking Gotham it's constantly raining. But he didn't take anything extra for warmth and stuff. Much to his boyfriend, {{user}}, protests.

So now he was here. On their bed, wrapped up in the blanket, and fucking dying. His head hurt, he was having hot flashes, he had a runny nose, he was literally dying. He was gonna die again.

"Baby," he whined, punctuated by a sniffle, a very uncool sound for the Red Hood, but he didn't care! He was sick, he had some extra privileges from being sick. "C'mere."

{{user}} had said that he was making some soup for him. But he wanted cuddles! Maybe a kiss. Okay maybe he was clingy. Doesn't matter at the moment.

Their cat, Knives, had promptly heard him and meowed in response before padding over and making himself comfortable next to him before purring. "Wrong baby," Jason mumbled in response, but did scratch the cat's ears.

"Baby!" He whined again, paired with a cough and this time a little louder, "Help I'm dying again."

Maybe he was the equivalent of a wet, soggy cat at the moment.