Chapter 36: Chickenpox

Damian's POV

I scowl as I see Father, Grayson, Todd, and Pennyworth fussing over Drake. He managed to catch the chicken pox. He is always everyone's top priority when he's sick. How could anyone want to spend their entire day doting on the pathetic one? He skips school, lies in bed all day, gets waited on hand and foot, and he… wait a minute?

I hurriedly head for the Batcave. I make my way over to the laboratory. I carefully select my ingredients and formula. Perfect. Soon, Drake won't be the only sick child in this house.

********Break********

"Grayson, help me." I feebly cry as I shuffle towards him.

Instantly, he detaches himself from Drake and rushes to my side.

"Dami, what's wrong?"

I start scratching my arm as I reply, "My skin is highly agitated."

He takes a look at my arm and lays his hand across my forehead.

"Oh no. You caught the chickenpox from Timmy. Get into the bed with Timmy."

"What! I prefer my own chambers. He might give me his illness!"

He picks me up and carries me to the bed and lays me down. "Damian, you already caught it. And since you both have it, you might as well be in the same room together. It'll be easier to take care of you two this way." He replies while tucking me in.

"But-"

"No Damian. Stay here, I'll be right back. I'll get some lotion for your skin."

I scowl at Drake's sleeping form as Grayson exits the room. Faking my illness is going to be a lot harder with him beside me. However, my plan worked perfectly! It's amazing what creating fake spots and placing a hand warmer on your forehead for a few moments can get you.

********Break*******

"Pennyworth, this soup is chicken noodle. I specifically asked for French onion inside a sourdough bread bowl." I give a little cough. "If you would be so kind." I add in a pathetically ill voice.

"Of course, sir. I'll prepare some at once." Pennyworth replies and leaves the room.

"What's wrong with chicken noodle?" Drake asks.

"It is not what I desire at this moment." I reply as Todd enters the room.

"Todd, unfortunately, my illness is preventing me from taking Titus for a walk. If you would be so kind." I plead pathetically.

"Sure, I'll walk the dog. Either of you need anything else?" Todd replies.

Drake shakes his head and Todd turns to leave.

"Oh and Todd, I have one more favor to ask of you." I reply.

"What?" he asks and turns to face me.

"Titus will also need a bath. My cats' litter boxes will need cleaning. Franklin will need his pen to be cleaned out. And Licorice will need to be attended to as well."

********Break*******

I sigh contently as I settle into the tub. A relaxing bath is exactly what I need for my 'illness.' I cannot believe how easy my family can be fooled. The poor simple minded idiots. I reach for my loofa and start scrubbing. Yes, this was an ingenious idea I had.

As I climb out of the tub, the door is suddenly opened by Drake.

"Drake, you fool, get out! I am unclothed!" I scream while reaching for a towel and wrapping it around the lower part of my body.

"Sorry!" he cries and turns red in the face. His embarrassment disappears when he says, "Damian? Your spots are gone."

I quickly look down and find the upper part of my body bare. The water! It washed away my fake spots!

"I knew it! You were faking the whole time!" Drake yells accusingly.

"Shut up! They'll hear you!" I whisper savagely.

"I can't believe you pretended to have the chicken pox! I'm telling Bruce!" he threatened.

I clamp my hand over his mouth and pull him into a choke hold before he can scream. And of course Father chooses this particular moment to check on us.

"Damian! What are you doing! Let go of Tim!" Father yells, while separating us.

"Damian's not sick! He's been faking the entire time!" Drake yells.

"What!" Father yells.

"No! I… he… its…" I stammer as Todd, Pennyworth, and Grayson enter the bathroom.

"Damian, did you pretend to have the chickenpox?" Father asks accusingly.

"Yes, Father." I reply softly while absentmindedly scratching at my arm.

"Hey, are spots forming on his arm?" Todd asks suddenly.

I glance down and find tiny dots slowly spreading on my arm. Oh no! Drake has given me his disease!

"I guess you did get sick after all." Grayson replies.

********Break********

I glare at Drake as he smirks at me from the other side of the bed.

"You know, you're getting what you deserve." He smirks.

"Oh, shut up!" I reply as I roll over onto my side, in order to ignore him.

"He's right though. Irony is a bitch. Isn't it Mini Bat?" Todd asks while entering the room.

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