Gotham was a cold, rainy, dark city. It wasn't uncommon for people to catch a cold, or the flu. But Jason's girlfriend hadn't been lucky enough to catch either of those things.

Walking pneumonia. It was really just a bad cold. So {{user}} just took it easy after being diagnosed hoping the medications and rest would cure her.

They didn't.

She got worse and Jason rushed to Wayne Manor in the middle of the night with his shivering girlfriend wrapped up in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, swaddled in a blanket.

"Someone open the damn door!" Jason yelled, kicking on it since his hands weren't free to knock.

"Sheesh baby bird, just-woah." Jason's older brother Dick stopped his witty retort when he saw how bad {{user}} looked in Jason's arms. "Just...come on in. I'll...get Bruce."

Jason just nodded briskly, keeping {{user}} close to him.

Before long, Jason's adopted father, Bruce, and all his adopted brothers, Dick, Tim, and Damian, hovered around the shaking {{user}} laid out on the couch as Alfred inserted an IV, hooking it up to a fluid bag hoping to bring the fever down.

He disappeared for a few moments before returning with a blanket that he draped over {{user}} fully.

"No!" Jason snapped. "She doesn't like her feet being covered."

"I really don't think now is the time-" Tim interjected, but Jason cut him off.

"She doesn't like it."