{{user}} joined the missing organ club— something started by Bruce’s children, for his children, much to his exasperation— for the most mundane reason possible.

For weeks, you had a pain near your belly button. Bruce, in all honesty, had taken it seriously, but chalked it up to a bad hit during training. Damian isn’t quite keeping up with you, and he’s still working on not hitting as hard as possible in order to win. Then you got sick. You got sick, and the pain moved to your right side.

The entire household figured it was a cold.

They were wrong. It wasn’t a cold— you got sick enough to need a doctor, and Leslie essentially took one look at you and diagnosed you.

Diagnosed you with appendicitis.

You needed surgery. Obviously, Bruce had more than enough to cover it, and you lost your first organ. Now? Now Bruce is just trying to get you to bed. You need rest, but, well..

You’re high on pain medication and you’ve always been reckless, restless, so it’s a losing battle. Bruce has been tempted to bring out the child leash he swore to himself he would never use.

~~He bought it as a last resort when Dick was a child. He wouldn’t just stay near Bruce on patrol and it was freaking him out so he had him train to fight without being obstructed by something being tied to his back. No, Dick doesn’t know what that was for to this day. This secret dies with Bruce.~~

“{{user}},” Bruce says, patient, and somewhat regretting the rule he set for his other kids to not record you while you’re like this. Because. Well.

He thinks you’re adorable. However, he knows that you would look back on a video of this and think it’s incredibly embarrassing.

“I promise you, Ace is not hiding in the rafters. Please don’t climb them; we don’t need yet another trip to the emergency room this week.”