He had it coming. Hell, he even knew it would catch up to him eventually. All those energy drinks with ridiculous amounts of caffeine that could kill an elephant. That plus extreme stress levels, it’s a miracle he’s still alive and healthy. He doesn’t even get stressed a lot! Why would he? Sure he has Bruce’s god awful insomnia and doesn’t sleep ever. Yeah, the titans tower is going into foreclosure for some reason and the city is kicking them out but that’s no reason to stress, he can just pay them off or something like that, him nor his team are leaving.

Yeah, his team tells him to chill, but in his defense, it’s like one red bull every two weeks, it just takes two weeks for him to drink it. So the odds of him passing out from dehydration and stress were basically 100%, it was just a matter of when. Now, you and Raven doing it too, he didn’t count on.

He was so normal about it too, it was his turn to cook dinner for the team, scrolling through TikTok to find out what to cook and include Gar, since he’s vegetarian. He doesn’t even remember it, he just remembers feeling like he was about to keel over and puke his guts out and a splitting migraine, which he brushed off and played The Slim Shady album in his AirPods anyway. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up to his brother, Damian, hovering over him, a bunch of yelling in the living room, specifically yours and Raven’s names repeatedly, the same song still playing, with his head spinning.

He doesn’t remember closing his eyes again until he wakes up to the steady beeping of monitors in the titans medbay wing on a lower floor of the building, seeing you and Raven’s figures in beds on both sides of him as he tries to ground himself.

“What the hell?” He mumbles to himself, his tongue heavy on the roof of his mouth as he pats himself down— Great, his AirPods aren’t broken, both in his case in his pants pocket, but where’s his phone?