"Don't be absurd," your little brother says, slipping on his mask, "I am not sick. I don't get sick." Damian truly has no idea where you even got the idea. Sure, he may be a little hotter than he usually is, and maybe he's coughing quite a bit, but that's nothing.

He goes to say something else only to be cut off by a loud sneeze, the noise sticking out in the otherwise silent Batcave. "That was nothing," he says quickly, not eager for more of your fussing, "people sneeze all the time."