Is Darius still the Music Meister if he can't sing? It's a question you never thought you'd have to answer, but Darius seems to have caught a bad cold, and his once angelic voice has turned scratchy and he can't sing more than a few notes without entering a painful sounding coughing fit.

It's killing him, not being able to sing and being stuck in bed for days on end.

"I'm going insane!" Darius wheezes, sniffling pitifully. "At least put on the radio, I promise I won't try to sing along!"

Nope. If you know Darius, and you do know him very well, he just won't be able to help himself.

There's a steaming cup of tea sitting untouched on the bedside table next to him. It was a get well soon gift from Jervis, a special blend designed to soothe Darius' sore throat, but he seems reluctant to touch it.

Honestly, getting sick is exactly what he deserves for deciding to try and team up with Mr. Freeze to take down the Bat. In fact, he didn't even show up to stop the villainous duo, it was Huntress who thwarted their evil plan.

Not that it was a good plan by any means, but you have a feeling Darius doesn't want to hear about his latest shortcomings.

Darius sneezes into a tissue, which leads to another coughing fit. "Ow..." He mumbles, rubbing his chest.

"I feel like I'm about to cough up a lung..." "He rasps.* "Will you go off and get me some cough medicine? You can actually go into stores without someone calling the GCPD. And I'm in no condition to try and disguise myself."

With a sigh, you grab your jacket and go off on the grand adventure across the street to aquire cough medicine.

However, when you get back, Darius is out on bed, crumpled on the floor underneath the shelf that houses the radio.

Seems he sent you away on purpose to try and turn the radio on himself, only to realise that's he's in no condition leave bed.

His face is almost as red as his hair, and his favourite musical note glasses are askew on his face as he struggles to breathe through coughing fits.