The next chapter. May be a bit ooc. But, no ones themselves when stricken ill.


Bruce steps out of his car smiling to himself. What had him in this jolly attitude you ask? Bruce was going to meet Jason at a small café. Over the months' Bruce and Jason had come to better terms. Jason made short visits to the manor and Bruce made small visits to his apartment. They hadn't argued in quite some time and just talked and enjoyed each other's company. Jason had a mission with the outlaws and Bruce hasn't seen him in weeks. This is why he is looking forward to seeing him today. Bruce went over and sat down at the closest table and waited for his son. It was a little weird because Jason was not known for being late. He comes thirty minutes early when he has to be somewhere. Bruce was just about to take out his phone and call his son but he thought to himself.

'He could've just been caught in traffic. It's only been five minutes. Quit worrying.'

"Hey B." A hoarse voice called out

Bruce turned to see his son. Jason looked very pale and had bags under his eyes. His jet black hair looked like it hadn't been combed in days. And it looked like standing up was the hardest thing he was doing at the moment. To put it simply, Jason looked terrible.

"I would've been here sooner, but my bus came late," Jason explained tiredly.

'Since when does Jason take a bus?'

"Don't worry about it Jay," Bruce said ruffling his hair.

"So how have you been?"

Jason took a seat first before answering.

"Fine."

When someone asks Jason about his day he never just says "fine". He normally will tell an unbelievable story that is just all over the place, that you don't even know what parts are true or not.

"Well okay." Bruce cleared his throat.

"Well, it has been a quiet week at the manor. Damian is at Dick's house for a little slumber party. And Tim has Titans business and Alfred.."

Bruce was cut off by a chain of hacking coughs. Jason's face was bright red and tears came from his eyes. After three more big coughs Jason finally stopped and caught his breath.

Bruce frowned "Are you alright?"

Jason closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.

"I'm fine." Jason rasped to keep himself from coughing.

Bruce gave him a worried look, clearly not believing his son.

"So what have you been up to with the company lately?" Jason asked to attempt a conversation.

"Well um, I haven't been to any of the meetings lately." Bruce paused

"Tim has and he said something about ... Jay are you sure you're alright?"

Jason was laying his head on the table and he didn't seem to hear Bruce.

"Jason? Jay? Are you with me son?"

Bruce reached his hand over the table and put it on his son's forehead. The kid felt like a heater.

" Your warm Jay," He told his boy.

Jason just groaned in response.

"I'm fine."

Bruce snorted. "Yeah, if you're a tea kettle."

"You should have told me you were sick. We could have had this little meeting another day. "

Jason just closed his eyes leaning into Bruce's cold hand. "I haven't seen you in a while, and I wasn't feeling this bad earlier."

Bruce nodded in understanding "Well no one's at the manor you could rest there."

Jason shook his head. "I don't want to be any trouble."

His father rested a hand on his shoulder. "Jason, I wouldn't offer if I didn't want you there. And besides, I could use some company."

Jason sighed tiredly. "Okay."


Bruce didn't even bother to park the car in the garage. He just parked it right in front of the manor. Bruce glanced at a now asleep Jason before stepping out of the car. He walked around to the side Jason was sitting in and opened the door.

"Jason, Jaylad," Bruce poked Jason gently until two sleepy green eyes were looking at him.

"Jason you can sleep once we're inside."

Bruce gently gripped Jason's arm and guided him out of the car. Jason swayed and vomited on the ground. They hadn't even taken a step yet. Bruce wrapped his arms around Jason to keep him from collapsing. And waited for Jason to stop emptying his stomach. Once done, Jason went limp in his arms and tried to catch his breath.

"Come on Jay you can make it to the door," Bruce told him.

They tried again as Bruce held him steady and Jason stumbled to the door. However, after five steps Jason fell to his side. Almost taking Bruce down with him. Bruce pulled him back up and maneuvered him into a piggyback hold. He hefted Jason higher on his back to get a secure hold and made his way door. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and walked slowly upstairs to not jostle Jason much. The walking made the spinning in Jason's head worse. So he was forced to close his eyes to escape the urge to vomit on Bruce's back. Bruce made his way to a guest room for it was closer and deposited Jason on the bed. He then helped Jason with the task of taking off his jacket. Jason tried to take off his boots himself but, his hands were shaking. And Bruce had to do it for him. Bruce then tucked Jason in, before going to the bathroom to get a thermometer. Bruce put it under Jason's toughed and waited. After a little while, there was a faint beeping sound and Jason opened his mouth so Bruce could retrieve it.

"102.8" Bruce muttered to himself

"That is way too close to 103."

Bruce went back to the bathroom to get a damp cloth and laid it on Jason's forehead. Jason closed his eyes and sighed in relief to finally feel like he wasn't melting.

"That should bring the fever down, I'll check it again before I go to bed. Bruce said out loud, And Jason didn't know if his father was reminding himself or telling Jason that last sentence.

"Have you eaten anything today?" Bruce asked.

Jason shook his head, not having the energy to talk.

Bruce sighed. 'Man I wish Alfred wasn't in England this week.'

"Since Alfred is in England, he left some Lemon chicken soup." "Would you like to eat that?"

Jason groaned the thought of food was making him sick but he knew he had to eat something. So he just nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit." And Bruce made his way to the kitchen.

Jason snuggled deeper into the blankets and closed his eyes. He was on the verge of sleep until a creek coming from the door surprised him. Bruce came in the room with a tray that had a bowl of soup, a couple of crackers, and a glass of water.

'Damn that was fast.'

Bruce put the tray in Jason's lap and helped him sit up. Jason tried to grip the spoon but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own.

"Allow me," Bruce said as he took the spoon from him.

His father gently dipped the spoon in the soup and held it up the Second Robin's mouth. He did this a good five or six times before Jason weakly pushed the utensil away with the back of his hand. Bruce then placed the spoon back on the tray and griped the glass of water. Jason snatched the water from him, eagerly drinking the liquid. Bruce clasped the glass making it a couple of inches away from his mouth.

"Small sips," Bruce instructed and gave it back to him and Jason made sure he slowed down this time. Once finished, Bruce put the tray aside and helped Jason lay back down. Bruce held his son close, and Jason couldn't help himself to hide his head in his father's shoulder.

"You're gonna get sick," Jason stated snuggling closer.

Bruce hummed and brushed Jason's sweaty bangs out of his face. "Go to sleep Jay."

And Jason closed his eyes and did just that.