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Requested by Can_It_Chuck

Dick- 18
Damian- 10
Jason- 17

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"It's just a cold Grayson!" Damian snapped, as he tried to sit up from his bed. Dick just lightly pushed him back down. "You have the flu and a fever of 101, you are not going on patrol tonight." Dick replied, calm but stern. "What will father do if something major happens?" Damian argued. "I'm sure he'll manage. If it gets out of hand I'll go to his rescue." Dick replied with a joking smile. Damian huffed and laid down.

Dick smiled and kissed Damian on the forehead earning an intense scowl from said person. Dick stood up from the bed and walked out, closing the door behind him. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Only Jason was there at the moment. "So the Demon's sick?" Jason asked. "Yeah, man he's stubborn," Dick said with a laugh, "I spent 10 minutes arguing with him just to convince him not to go on patrol."

"He's just gunna make it worse." Jason replied, "You're probably gunna get yourself sick spending so much time with him." Dick faked a shocked expression, "I didn't know you cared." Jason stood up, a blush forming on his cheeks. "I don't, Golden Boy. Don't flatter yourself." He left with an annoyed look, leaving a smirking Dick.

Dick stood up but felt a sudden dizziness. An hour ago he'd started to get a headache but ignored it. It was just a headache, why would it matter? Well it mattered now. He felt hot (he's hot both ways) and it hurt just to keep his eyes open. He held on to the corner of the table to keep steady but it failed quite fast. The last thing he remembered was losing his balance and hitting his head on the table.

When Dick woke up he wasn't on the floor like he expected. He was in his room with a wet cloth on his head. A small bandage covered the wound on his forehead where he hit it. "About time you woke up," sounded a voice from the door. Dick turned to see Jason leaning on the doorframe. "Seriously, I told ya you were gunna get sick." Jason said, "I found you blacked out on the floor with a high fever."

Dick looked at him sheepishly, "Yeah, I just thought that Damian should be cared for first." Jason shook his head, "You care too much for other people that you forget about yourself. Dickie, you still need to take care of yourself." Dick nodded.

"How about I make you and Damian some soup?" Jason asked. "Thanks Jay, for everything." Dick replied with a smile. "No problem." Jason said, and left closing the door.

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I'm so sorry for it being so short 😅 Also sorry if this isn't what you were thinking. I got the basis of the 'sick' thing at least Well I hope you enjoyed it!