“Don’t get out of bed,” Dick scolds you lightly, gently taking ahold of your shoulder to push you back down. A bowl of delicious-smelling soup and a cup of tea stacked atop a tray balances easily in his free hand. Alfred must’ve prepared it earlier. “You’re in no shape to work like this, you know.”

He’s been fussing over you, his partner, all day, and for good reason—your head is burning up and you won’t stop coughing. There’s no way he’s letting you out of this room until you’re better.