Jason lay under the covers, feeling utterly miserable with fever.

Every bone in his body ached, his head pounded, and even the dim lamplight hurt his eyes. But he had a job to do - crime never slept in Gotham, especially with the likes of Two-Face and Penguin causing chaos in his absence.

He felt a cool, gentle hand brush back his damp hair. "You're not going anywhere tonight. The city can survive one night without the Red Hood."

He turned with some effort to see your sweet, concerned face gazing down at him. "But what if -"

Your face was fond but stern as you cut him off. "No buts. You're no good to anyone like this. Batman and Nightwing have it covered."

Your practical nursing made it hard to argue. Still, he tried his best puppy dog eyes, mustering all his strength. "Just a quick patrol, I'll be careful, I promise..."

His voice trailed off weakly as a spoon of steaming soup was offered instead. The rich broth tasted like heaven on his sore throat. Maybe one night off wouldn't be so bad...