"Stop it, Grayson! I am perfectly able to walk by myself! Besides, I am not ill!" Damian's speech was interrupted by a massive coughing fit.
"Oh yes, you're just running a fever and coughing your lungs out," Dick answered, happily ignoring very nasty look Damian gave him.
He scooped Damian up from the computer chair in the Batcave. How the kid was able to get there in the first place was a mystery to Dick. He assumed it was only Batman - Al Ghul willpower combined that kept Damian on very unsteady feet.
"Let´s go, kiddo. I have my orders, and Bruce would go batshit crazy if he found out I´ve let you out of the bed."
"Please, Grayson, don´t make this more embarrassing than necessary and at least save me your inane jokes."
Dick chortled and continued to carry squirming Damian up the stairs into the Manor. "Look who have I found," he chimed, as Alfred appeared in the hallway.
"Master Damian, you know you are ill! Doctor Thompkins says it is bronchitis, you are taking antibiotics and you are to stay in bed, drinking tea and resting!" Alfred reprimanded.
Damian tried to shoot him a Bat-glare too. "It kinda doesn't work when you are half unconscious, Dami, " Dick laughed softly. "Alfred is right. You are to stay in bed and I'm gonna make sure you will."
Damian rolled his eyes, as Dick carried him to his bedroom, but rested his head on Dick's shoulder contentedly.
While Dick was tucking frowning Damian in, Alfred brought some tea and medicine and made Damian to swallow it. He also intended to feed him some soup, but quickly abandoned the idea when Damian turned slightly green just by looking at the bowl.
When Alfred left, Dick sat on Damian's bed and waited for his temperature to drop. He changed cold compresses on his forehead and stroke his hair gently. Apparently Damian was really sick, because he didn't protest at all.
The room was silent, Titus was sleeping in his bed next to his master´s and Alfred the cat purred softly at Damian´s feet.
Suddenly Dick started to sing quietly. "Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur..."
Damian half opened his eyes sleepily. "And what should that mean, Grayson?"
Dick chuckled. "Oh, I've heard this song on one TV show and thought you might like it."
Damian tried to glare again with no success. Dick smiled, smoothed his brother's hair and continued to sing.
"...sleepy kitty, happy kitty, purr purr purr."
"This... is really ridiculous," mumbled Damian with a little yawn and dug himself deeper into the blankets.
"Of course, Dami," Dick whispered, as he watched Damian to fall asleep.
...
When Damian woke up next morning, he was feeling much better. His temperature dropped and it seemed his cough is starting to cease a bit. Dick was dozing in the chair, legs resting on the bed. Damian decided he was well enough to try to sneak out of the bed and get the breakfast in the dining room.
He managed to creep out of his bedroom without waking Dick up, and was just closing the door behind him, when he bumped into someone.
"Hey, Demon, shouldn't you be in the bed?" Tim asked mildly surprised.
"T-t, I'm quite fine now, thank you for your concern, Drake," Damian retorted sarcastically.
Tim just shook his head in amusement. "Your health, your choice," he shrugged and began to walk away, humming a silent tune. Damian gaped. Then he quickly caught up with Tim.
"Don't you dare to say a word, Drake!" he hissed threateningly.
"Oh, don't be afraid, soft kitty, it'll stay our little secret. "
"This is surely going to cost me," Damian sighed. Tim just grinned widely.
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