Damian's POV

"Master Damian, it's time to get up I'm afraid."

Mph! My head...

"Master Damian."

"A few more minutes, Pennyworth..." I say, unmoving from the comfort of my bed, my eyes still closed.

"No excuses, young sir. There was no patrol last night, so it's time to get up and have breakfast before we begin with your studies and-"

"Uuuugh!" I reply as I lift myself into a sitting position, eyes still closed, before letting out a cough.

"Hm, are you feeling okay, young sir?" Pennyworth asks before I feel him put his hand on my forehead. I flinch away when I realize how freezing cold it is.

"You're burning up," he says as he thankfully removes his hand from my face, "I'm sorry to have bothered you before, you must tell me when you're feeling unwell."

"I'm not sick, Pennyworth. Just-" I let out a much louder cough than last time, "-tired."

"I'd imagine so, here," he says as he places his hands on my shoulders and gently guides me back down to my bed, "You rest for now, I'm going to prepare just what you need for breakfast."

Dick's POV

I stretch as I walk into the kitchen to see the usual morning buffet, before turning my head towards Alfred as I notice him preparing something else.

"Good morning, Alfred."

"Morning, Master Dick, are you feeling okay?" he asks, turning away from his preparations to inspect me.

"Fine, thanks... are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. But Master Damian is feeling under the weather, he has quite a fever," he tells me before turning back to his food, "So I'm preparing a more suitable breakfast to take up to him."

"Oh no, poor Dami. I could take it up to him for you, plus I have the time keep him company," I say as I start to arrange my own breakfast from the buffet.

"No need, sir. He's most likely already asleep. Besides," he turns his head back to me, "we wouldn't want you to get sick as well."

"I'll be careful," I say with a smile.

"Very well, make sure you are," he warns as he hands me a tray.

Damian's POV

"How you feeling, Dami?"

"Mm?"

Grayson? Why's he in my room? I told Pennyworth I was tired. I open my eyes to see him placing a tray on my bedside table. He notices me staring at him and smiles.

"I brought soup, Alfred always knows just how to get rid of a nasty cold."

"I'm not sick."

How many times do I have to tell people?

"Just because you punch bad guys occasionally, doesn't make you immune to getting sick. Trust me, I know," he says with a chuckle.

"I'm tired, I don't want visitors," I grind out as I suddenly realize how hoarse my throat is.

"Well we wouldn't want Alfred's soup to go to waste after he made it especially for you. So how about you have some and then I'll let you get back to sleep, huh?"

"Will it make you go away?" I ask.

"I promise I'll let you sleep."

That didn't answer my question, but talking is making my throat feel even worse at this point.

"Fine."

"Come on, I'll help you up."

I glare at him and sit up myself. He looks at me and pouts for a second, I hate it when he does that. He then adjusts my pillow behind me and lightly pushes me up against it, before placing the tray over my lap.

"Now, do you need help-"

"Are you about to ask if I need help eating?" I ask giving him as fierce a glare as I can.

He smiles in response, "You know, it's hard for you to be intimidating with that bed head," he says as he ruffles my hair. I attempt to growl but all that does is send me into a coughing fit.

I decide the soup could help with my throat, so I start to eat it. Meanwhile, Grayson goes to get me some water and occasionally wipes a damp cloth on my forehead, usually when my eyes start to droop. I ignore him until I'm done eating, at which point he puts the tray back on the table.

"You still want to sleep?" he asks.

I nod in response.

He lifts me up, I'm too tired to bother resisting at this point. He adjusts my pillow back to where it was and places me carefully back onto my bed.

I close my eyes.

Jason's POV

"You've got to be kidding me," I say as I cross my arms.

"Come on, Jason, please. What are you worried about? He's fast asleep."

"Exactly, Dick. He's asleep, so why do we need someone looking after him?" I reply.

"In case he wakes up and needs something. I heard his voice earlier, he wouldn't be able to yell for anyone," he says as he starts to pout.

"I hate it when you do that."

"You know I'd stay with him for longer, but I just got a text-"

"Stop. I'll do it, I suppose when the little demon's asleep is the best time for me to put my shift in. But you owe me."

"Deal."

Damian's POV

Hmm, why do I still feel so bad? I must have had hours of sleep by now. Oh well, at least Grayson's probably gone-

"Hey brat, you expecting someone else?"

Todd is standing in my room, leaning against the window... I don't understand.

"I was-" I'm cut off by a coughing fit, so much for the soup helping. I sit up and give a sigh of relief when the coughing finally ceases.

"As I was saying, I was expecting to be alone."

"So you're not happy to have your big brother looking after you? Glad to know I'm appreciated."

"I'm not a child, Todd."

"Tell that to Dick. So do you want anything? A drink? Some food? I don't know."

"I'm fine, you can leave."

"Sorry, no can do. If I leave now, Dick has an excuse to back out of that favor he owes me."

"And I care about that because?"

"You don't have to care, but good luck getting rid of me in your current state."

I give up, I'm stuck with an imbecile in my room for the day I suppose. May as well do something while I'm here.

"Todd, can you give me my sketchbook and pencils, they're in the drawer of that cabinet over there. Make sure not to look inside."

"What? Me? Look inside something personal?" he says as he retrieves the sketchbook from the drawer, "Never."

"HEY-" I attempt to yell before I'm interrupted by more coughing as he starts to do exactly what I told him not to. By the time I'm finished, Todd has dropped it onto my lap.

"You're lucky you look so pathetic right now, otherwise I wouldn't have felt bad about looking a lot closer than that."

I scowl at Todd, before proceeding to try and ignore him while I continue a drawing from yesterday. That actually goes quite well as Todd ignores me too, choosing to spend time on his phone.

After about an hour, there's a knock on the door.

Tim's POV

"But Dick, why do I have to do it too? Jason's probably got it handled."

"He's been there for hours now, Timmy," Dick replies from over the phone, "Any number of chaotic things could have happened without us knowing."

"Why did you send Jason in there in the first place if you don't trust him?"

"I do trust him, but I understand he has limits. Plus this is the perfect time for you and Damian to try and bond, there's no way for him to back out and he needs help."

"What if I don't want to bond with him?"

"Well would you do it for me then?"

"Sigh. Fine, for you. Speak to you later, if the little demon hasn't killed me."

"He couldn't even if he wanted to right now," Dick replies with a laugh.

"Well that's comforting..."

"See you later, Timmy."

Damian's POV

"Your shift's over, Jason" Drake says through the door in his typical whiny fashion.

"Finally," he says as he opens the door, "I got a few hours of peace while he was sleeping. You're not so lucky, should have taken the earlier shift, genius."

"Unlike you, I'm not scared of a little babysitting," he replies.

"Ahem! I'm right here, and I'm not a child," I inform them.

"Whatever you say," Todd says as he leaves the room. Which leaves me and Drake alone, just as I was getting used to Todd not being a nuisance.

"So," he starts, "Did Jason give you any water or food?"

"He offered, I didn't feel the need to accept."

"You need to stay hydrated you know, especially with a fever. I'll get you a glass of water."

I ignore Drake and add the finishing touches to my art.

"Here, take a sip of this," he says as he thrusts a glass of water into my face.

"You're lucky you didn't spill any of that on my sketchbook," I warn him. He responds by moving my sketchbook to the other side of the bed.

"There. Now, drink."

I look at the glass, only now realizing how dry my mouth feels. Perhaps for once, Drake has a point, just a sip could be nice. I grab the glass carefully with both hands, mindful of my weaker than usual arms, and raise it to my lips before taking a gulp, and another, and another. Soon I have to stop for breath, before raising it up again, only to feel no water. I look at the glass to see it's empty, Drake then grabs it out of my hands.

"Told you that you needed to stay hydrated. You feel better?"

I look at him as I'm still breathing heavily from drinking all that water, "Shut up."

"I'm going to take that as a thank you for knowing what I need better than I do," he says as he places the glass on the table, "told you I was good at babysitting."

I just stare at him, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. It doesn't seem to work as well as it usually would.

"So based on how thirsty you were, I'm guessing you're probably hungry too. So I'm going to get you a snack, bananas sound good?" he asks.

"Do as you wish," I reply, and with that he leaves the room. I decide to lie down and use the brief time he will be gone to actually relax. But before I know it, Drake has returned. I keep my eyes closed and my breathing steady in an attempt to fool him into thinking I'm sleeping.

I hear him stop at my bedside before saying, "You know, you're much cuter when you're asleep."

I can't help but involuntarily grimace at that remark.

"Got ya," he says as I open my eyes, "come on, I'll help you sit up so you can eat."

I sit up myself before he can touch me, then turn to give him a glare. He sticks his tongue out at me before handing me a banana. I attempt to peel it, but my hand just slips away from lack of strength. I scrunch up my face in frustration and try again before Drake leans over and wraps his hand over mine, helping me peel it. I stare at him the whole time as he gives me a condescending grin.

I eat the banana none the less. When I'm done, Drake hands me another one, already peeled this time. This carries on for a while until I'm unsure how many I've eaten. Drake leaves the room to dispose of the remains, then doesn't return for several minutes. Eventually, I come to the conclusion that he feels he has completed his task and won't be coming back. I breathe a sigh of relief before the door begins to open.

"Hey Dami," says Grayson as he enters the room, alone thankfully, "You feeling any better? Have the others been taking good care of you?"

"-tt-" I reply.

"I thought so," he says with that trademark smile again, "Sorry I had to leave earlier, had some urgent business with Babs. But I know just how to make it up to you."

He pulls a chair next to my bed.

"I have a movie I bet you're going to love, want to watch it together?"

"Do I have a choice?" I ask.

"You always have a choice, Dami. You say you're done and we stop."

A little while after we start watching, I realize Grayson was right, this film is rather enjoyable. But as it goes on, I struggle to pay attention, and my eye lids start to get harder to keep open. At some point I must have fallen asleep as I jolt awake when he puts his hand on my shoulder.

"I think we're done," he says, "time for you to get ready for bed."

He helps me out of my bed and over to the bathroom, where I brush my teeth and use the toilet. When I re-enter my room, he instantly lifts me off my feet and carries to my bed. As my head touches the pillow, I can't stop my eyes from closing.

"Goodnight Damian."

"Goodnight Grayson," I mumble in return.

"I know today was crummy, but I hope you know just how much we all care about you, and I hope you feel better tomorrow," he says.

Today was "crummy" as Grayson puts it, but I suppose it's nice to know my brothers want to care for me when I'm unwell. I think I would do the same for them. Yeah, that's a nice thought...

The last thing I feel is Grayson planting a kiss on my forehead before I drift into sleep.