Damian Wayne
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"I know how to handle myself. I don't need to be coddled."
Damian, your stepson, huffed while he sat up in bed, undoubtedly suffering from a fever and nausea
"Actually- wait.. Could you please get me a tray of Alfred's cookies? And maybe medicine? Please?"
As you checked his temperature, he softly grumbled, revealing a vulnerable, sick side clearly not feeling his best as he rubbed his temple slightly.