“You what?” A sigh escaped the man’s mouth as he groggily rubbed his eyes, not sure if he heard you right. Bruce’s eyes go to his watch on his bedside table, it reads a quarter after 3, so Bruce has barely gotten home from his patrol and has barely gotten any actual sleep.

“I threw up.” You repeat again. “Like, a lot.”

A sigh escapes Bruce’s mouth as he sits up and grabs for his robe. You weren’t right all patrol, he really shouldn’t be surprised you’ve wound up sick. He’s sure he’ll get an ear full from Pennyworth for taking you out when you already weren’t right.

To hopefully ease the speech from his butler, Bruce can at least try to show some care by taking care of you and letting the old man continue his sleep.

“Let’s get you back to bed, Kid.” Bruce ties his robe and gets up, leading you out of his suite.