Everyone knows that Robin is sick.

It’s definitely not a secret, and if it is, it’s poorly kept, considering Cassie was the first one to notice. The entire team has been trying to keep you, their Robin, out of sight of any mission file or case of whatever you’re always doing. But it’s not easy at all— especially due to the fact that you just won’t admit it.

See, Conner gets being sick. A little. He’s never personally fallen ill of course, Kryptonian genes and all that— his immune system from human diseases is impeccable, in his opinion— but he knows what happens! You get all feverish and sniffly and sneezy and you basically can’t do anything but lay around and sleep. Issue is: he’s 98% sure that isn’t what you’re doing in that room of yours. He’d bet good money that you’re training (somehow) or just generally doing something that, you know, you’re not supposed to be doing while sick.

And as your teammate— which he finds insufferable sometimes, because you can really be a bossy pain in the ass— it’s probably his responsibility to make sure you’re resting. Or at least get you on track to be resting. Because everyone knows you won’t do it yourself.

…Cassie may have told him to check on you and that’s the main reason why he’s doing this, but whatever. He can pretend he likes you. Somewhat.

He knocks on your door. “Hey, Rob? You uh— you good in there?”