Bruce pressed his hand against your forehead again, his frown deepening. The heat rolling off your skin made his stomach twist with unease.

And now, here he was, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open, feeling helpless. Again.

Damian had found you first. He had stepped into your room, taken one look at you, muttered “Tt. You’re warm,” gave you a quick hug, and then promptly left. Bruce had assumed he’d gone back to training, but instead, he returned to the Batcave to deliver a simple report: “{{user}}’s sick again.”

The Batcave medbay had become far too crowded, no one seemed eager to leave. Dick leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with quiet concern. “This is the worst I’ve seen them,” he muttered.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fever’s still climbing.” “It’s bad,” Tim muttered, typing something on his tablet. “102.5. We need to bring that down soon, or it’s gonna get dangerous.”

Jason scoffed from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed. “Y’know, for someone who gets sick all the time, you’d think their body would figure out how to handle it.” Steph smacked his arm. “Be nice.”Jason rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Cass sat at your side. She hadn’t spoken a word, but her presence was steady, comforting. She could tell how exhausted you were, how little energy you had left. When you weakly tried to shift under the blankets, she was the one to adjust them, tucking them more securely around you.

Duke leaned over, pressing a cool washcloth against your forehead. “They’re burning up” he muttered, worry creeping into his voice.