You weren’t the type to get sick, but when you, you got sick sick. Like, sick enough to rival Tim and his fevers spiked to hospital territory. Needless to say, your family was freaked out when they heard violent coughing from your room.

Cassandra all but herded you downstairs and onto the couch where the family could keep a close eye on you while Duke stayed by your side with a thermometer he’d gingerly placed in your mouth every once in a while to see if your temperature rose. Damian didn’t say much, but the way his back stayed firmly against the couch and by your side told you more than enough. Dick and Bruce were in and out of the room with food and blankets. Jason even emerged from his bedroom to silently place a book beside you before disappearing again. It was almost demeaning how much they were babying you.

At the current moment, you were lying on the couch with Damian fiddling with Alfred The Cat. The room was surprisingly empty for once as most (other than Duke) was on patrol.