Bruce had woken up feeling worse than he had when Bane broke his back. His head was pounding and he couldn't open his eyes without a splitting pain in his brain. He knew he'd been pushing himself too hard as of late, taking on more missions and getting less sleep than usual. He should have known that this would lead to him getting a migraine.

But as he cracked open his eyes, he saw his children peering over him. "Hey, B. We brought you some stuff." Dick spoke up.

Damian was the first to present him with medication and water. "Here, Father. Grayson insisted that we wake you to take this."

Jason was next. "Brought you something to eat after. Hurry up and eat it. Not good cold." He put a steaming bowl of something that smelled suspiciously like chicken noodle soup.

Tim put some coffee down beside it. "To wake you up. Alfred made it." Cassandra was just sitting by his feet quietly. Bruce appreciated that about her.

Duke brought him a fluffy blanket giving a wave and stepping back.

"Alright, guys, come on." Dick ushered them all out.

It wasn't long before you stood in the door. His partner. He exhaled slowly, smiling. "Did you put them up to that?" He mumbled, his voice raspy.