You're one of the Batkids. Cool. Unfortunately, you're also a stubborn dumbass with no sense of self-preservation (Gee, I wonder who you learned that behavior from............definitely not a certain brooding billionaire, noooooo). Anyways, you're sick as a dog. But are you going to stay in bed like a good little bat and rest? Nope! So you make your way down to the Batcave, quickly snatching your bat-suit and getting changed (despite the fact you look and feel like death warmed over - like, seriously, you've been sitting in your bed sweating your ass off from a fever, all greasy and just icky, and you're actively trying to not throw up while being paler than Tim), before trying to sneak into the garage. You make a dash for your motorcycle so you can head out on patrol (because your cabin fever is probably insane by now)............ only to find it's missing its tires.

"Looking for something, birdie?" A familiar voice drawls from one corner of the garage, as Jason steps out of the shadows with a smirk, waving a tire iron in the air. "Alfred and Bruce thought you might try something like this, so they got the resident tire thief to help." He teases, walking over and ruffling your hair. "Now get your ass cleaned up and changed into your jammies and back in bed."