Set between time skip.
Wally and Artemis quit the team, Kaldur in undercover work, Megan is with L'gann
Nightwing was exhausted beyond compare. He opened the door of his compartment and staggered in, not even bordering to pick up the grappling hook that he trip over on the way to the couch. He flopped on it and closed his eyes, finally letting his worn out body took over him. It was already four o'clock and he doubt he could sleep over two hours tonight
It had been one hell week and the world seemed to be against him. Why would he be so tired, you may ask. Well, here were the answers.
Reason number 1: Batman and the League were away on some big mission on tracking down a mindless monster. This means, Nightwing had to patrol both Gotham and Budhaven. Even with the help of Batgirl, it was still tiring.
Reason number 2: Since Bruce Wayne was away on a business trip, voila! Wayne Company was all his. He seriously didn't understand how Bruce could survive that every single day. There were at least seven meetings a day, and the documents that needed to be read and signed were always magically everlasting. When he thought that was the last paper, there were always a refill.
Reason number 3: The Team. With Wally and Artemis out of the hero gig, and Kaldur on undercover work, that only leaved Megan and Conner as the experienced ones. The others? Not kind of experienced. They needed all the training they could get to survive in the battle field. That's why the team was having two hours of training every day, supervised by none and other, him.
In conclusion, he could only get up to three hours of sleep a day, which by the way, was extremely little even for a bat. Nightwing groaned as his alarm clock rang.
He rose and winced at his aching head. God, it did hurt. Now, it hurt just even to swallow. His body was sore—no, painful, when he moved. When he stood up, the world tilted and swarm above him. Nightwing had to grab the edge of the table to regain his balance . No, he couldn't be sick. He was the Nightwing. But deep down him, he knew he wasn't feeling his best. He went into the bathroom and stare at his reflection.
He looked downright horrible. It looked nothing like him. His normal bright blue eyes were dull and glassy, framed with dark circles underneath. His face was a shade a ghostly white, except his cheeks, which were flushed. He quickly washed up and gulped down a glass of milk, trying to suppress the fits of coughing that came along with it. He glanced at the clock. Oh no, it was already 7:50 and training started at 8:00. Today was a big day for the team. They would have training and then go on a surveillance mission together for the first time. He needed to be on field too, which was a bad thing. The week of exhaustion decided to hit on him at the same time. He could hardly stand straight. Not to mention the patrols that needs to be done.
Nightwing beamed to the cave. Luckily, no one had arrived yet, that meant he still had time to regain his composure. There would be no way that he would let his team knew he was sick. He had experienced the humility of being taken care by the team when he was still Roin. He would not allow that to happen again. Especially there were new members on the team. He could not allow himself to show any weakness in front of them.
This would be a long, long day.
AN:
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