RisaaChan's request for Jason to take care of Dick. (Hope you like it!)
Jay is 12 and Dick is 16.
Chapter 44: I'll Take Care of You
Jason's POV
"Where's Dick?" I asked, sliding into my chair.
"I'm afraid Master Richard won't be joining you for lunch. He's rather ill."
"Is he okay?" I asked before biting into my sandwich.
"He has managed the catch the flu from his last battle with Mr. Freeze. He'll pull through." Alfred replied as he glanced at his watch and frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to fetch Master Bruce from the airport. His plane is due to arrive in an hour and I haven't left yet. And Dr. Thompkins isn't here yet."
"I can take care of Dick until she gets here!" I shouted.
"Do not yell inside, young man… And I don't know about leaving the two of you alone again."
"But, Alfred. It's only for a little while and I can take care of Dick."
"It's against my better judgment, but seeing as how I don't have much of a choice, I'll leave you to care for Master Richard until Dr. Thompkins arrives."
********Break********
I carefully picked up the tray of soup and tea before climbing the stairs. I pushed open Dick's door and walked into his room… Oh my God. What was I thinking?
Dick's huddled beneath the covers, dog, and used tissues. Germ filled tissues, empty cough drop wrappers, and a vomit filled trashcan cover the floor of his room.
"Dick?" I call out, moving closer as I notice the layer of dried snot coating his nose. Gross.
"Ason?" he replied, opening his eyes.
"I, uh, I brought you some soup."
"Tanks."
Wow, he's really congested.
He leaned up against his headboard and reached for the tray.
"Um, you good?" I asked as he sipped his soup.
"EV rote."
"What are you talking about?"
"EV rote!" He said, pointing to his TV.
"Oh! TV remote… and you don't have to yell."
He rolled his eyes before he began a coughing fit. I cringed at his labored breathing as Ace whined and moved closer to his master.
"Dick, you okay?" I asked seconds before he vomited into the trashcan.
"I'll take that as a no." I muttered as he sat up, revealing a trail of vomit on his shirt.
Gross! How does he never get wierded out taking care of me?
I pulled a clean shirt out of his dresser and handed it to him as he dropped the soiled one onto the floor. He slumped back against the pillows and looked at me with red and puffy eyes.
"Can I ab a opsicle?"
"A popsicle?" I asked as he nodded. "You want the blue one right?" I asked as he nodded. "Okay. I'll be right back."
A couple of minutes later, I was back with his Popsicle.
"Tank wu, Ason." His congested voice replied as he took it from me.
"Yeah, whatever." I replied as he let Ace lick the top of his Popsicle. "That is so gross! No wonder you're sick!" I yelled as he stuck the dog germed popsicle back in his mouth.
He rolled his eyes at me as he stroked Ace's fur. "Ace eeds a alk."
"Ace needs to be walked?" I asked as he nodded. "Fine. you and your stupid dog." I grumbled.
About fifteen minutes later, I was back with Ace. Ace crawled back into the bed with Dick as I rolled my eyes.
"You okay? You need anything else?" I asked as he looked up at me.
"I beed-"
********Break********
Bruce's POV
Walking inside, I could see Leslie walking down the stairs.
"How's Dick?" I asked as she handed me a bottle of medicine.
"He's fine. Jason has been taking excellent care of him.
"Jason?"
"Jason." She replied as I walked upstairs.
Opening the door to Dick's room, I could see him sleeping with the dog at his feet. Jason was seated on the edge of the bed, laying a damp towel across Dick's forehead.
Jason looked up at me before whispering, "Thank God you're home! He's a pain in the ass when he's sick!"
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