Sort of a part 3 to High. This was requested by @IsaLor01. Thank you for the request! I was kinda sorta running out of ideas😅
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Bruce was downstairs sitting at the breakfast table per usual, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. Damian hadn't come down yet and Bruce was getting a tad bit worried.

Earlier Bruce had cleaned up the monstrosity Damian left of his house. Sure, it took about 3 hours, but at least now the kitchen was clean and Bruce had already ordered a new chandelier.

Bruce glanced over his newspaper when he saw a very miserable looking Damian come down the stairs groggily. He took a seat diagonal of his father and laid his head on the table with a groan.

"Feeling alright?" Bruce asked, already knowing what kind of answer he was going to get. "What does it look like?" Damian said, annoyed with pretty much everything going on. He had a piercing headache and felt he could pass out any moment. Bruce just sighed and went back to reading his newspaper.

Then he heard Damian's chair violently get pushed away from the table and feet pattering against the floor. Bruce knew what this meant. It usually happened with all his sons when this kind of thing had happened to them, and even himself.

Bruce got up and followed to where Damian had been headed. He opened the bathroom door and took sight of his son hunched over, emptying whatever food was left in his stomach. Bruce walked over and crouched down, rubbing his back.

~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Damian was laying on the couch, with many protests like, 'Father, I'm fine!' and 'Don't patronize me!', all Bruce ignored and made sure Damian wouldn't get up. Bruce knew he wasn't going to get up and even Damian knew he wasn't going to get up, he just felt he'd rather go down pretending to be strong than showing weakness.

Damian hadn't eaten anything that day, he'd just had painkillers and some water. After what happened in the morning, it would be better not to put anything in his stomach. So he just laid there, still protesting.

"If I leave are you going to be ok?" Bruce asked. "I'm fine, father, you don't need to watch over me twenty-four seven." Damian snapped back, but regretted it. His excruciating headache prevented him from doing too much. Bruce just sighed and walked off.

~~~Oh look, another time skip~~~

Bruce walked back into the living room. He was half expecting Damian to either 1, be gone or 2, Still complaining. But what he came back to was slightly surprising. Damian laid curled up on the couch, in a small ball like a cat. Bruce couldn't help but smile at Damian adorable sleeping form. Bruce sat down near his feet and just watched as he took slow breaths, his chest rising slightly and falling. Everything felt so calm. Not too long later Bruce fell asleep on the couch with Damian, both curled up next to each other, everything feeling at peace in that small moment.

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I know, I know, this sucked and it's pretty short too. But hopefully you still liked it. I tried to add some daddybats in there 😉