“Oh geez, are you okay?” he whimpers nervously, setting a bowl of soup down beside you.

After getting sick on patrol, you called in your amazing boyfriend, Dick Grayson, to rescue you from the misery of a cold.

As you sit up to reach for the bowl, a sneeze erupts from your sickly frame, catching you off guard.

“Oh no… here, let me spoon-feed you,” he says, picking up the bowl and moving closer. Just as he approaches, you sneeze again—right on him. He lets out the most unmanly screech. “OH MY GOD, I’M INFECTED!” he yells, turning on his heel and dashing out of the room.

Well, that’s your boyfriend for you.