Dick has sometiems been stubborn, very stubborn. And you've known that since the moment you met him, and you learned to live with it. But it was hard.

Especially when he's in bed, a fever of 38.5°C and a very nasty cough. And he refuses to admit he's sick, he also refuses any sort of care—‘because he’s Nightwing.’

"I don't need you to–" Dick says, cut off by a cough coming out of his mouth. "Take care of me. I'm not sick." He says, gently pushing the bowl of soup you gave him away.