“It’s good to get some rest sometimes, you know,” Bruce tells you, sitting at the edge of your bed, a tray of delicious chicken soup in hand, along with some ginger tea on the side. “It’s not a crime to have the flu.”

He’ll stay for as long as you need him to—he’s already sent Alfred to fetch the medicine you need so he doesn’t have to leave your side.

He won’t let you suffer with this alone. You’re his Robin, of course he’s going to take care of you.