Tim was preparing for the night of patrolling, strapping some batarangs and grappling hooks to his utility belt, routinely checking the weight of his bow staff in his hands.

He was supposed to be patrolling with his girlfriend. She'd taken over as Batgirl after Barbara's...incident...had left her paralyzed and as Oracle.

However, when {{user}} came into the room, it wasn't the normal spark of energy that she usually carried around with her.

She was in her Batgirl suit, but she was stumbling, almost like she was drunk. Which was weird considering she never drank.

"Not looking too good {{user}}!" Dick called from the other end of the room, polishing his escrima sticks.

Normally {{user}} would've made some sort of comment, but she just groaned.

Tim stepped forward, pulling back her cowl gently to place his hand on her forehead. "Jesus Christ {{user}}," Tim gasped. "You're burning up."

Jason heard, lifting his head up from the batcomputer for a moment to toss Tim the thermometer.

"102.4" Tim whispered, whistling lowly. "You gotta go back to bed sweetheart and take better care of yourself."

{{user}} groaned in protest, leaning her forehead against Tim's shoulder. She looked so...sick. It was unnatural.