When Dick went downstairs for breakfast, he was surprised to see that Damian wasn't already down there. The 10 year old never slept in late, and was most often downstairs before Dick himself was.

Walking into the kitchen, Dick spotted the family's butler, and paused in his steps. "Alfred, have you seen Damian this morning?" he asked.

Alfred shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Master Dick. Would you like me to go check on him?"

Dick shrugged. "No, that's alright. I'll go check on him myself." Without saying another word, he went back upstairs and headed to Damian's bedroom.

"Damian? You in here lil' D?" he asked. Damian's room was dark, and the curtains were still pulled shut. Dick went over and opened them to get some light in the room, then heard a groan and some shuffling. He looked over to the bed and saw a lump under a bunch of blankets. "Damian?" Dick asked again, frowning.

He pulled the blankets off, revealing his little brother, who was pale and had dark circles under his eyes. "G-Grayson?" Damian asked, before sniffing. He sounded congested.

"Aww...Damian, are you sick?" Dick said in reply, sounding concerned. He reached over to feel his forehead, but Damian swatted his hand away. He sniffed again.

"I am perfectly fine, Grayson. I do not get 'sick'."

Dick buckled and ruffled Damian's hair (yeah, he does that a lot), but instead of pushing him away like he usually did, the ex-assassin just glared at Dick.

"C'mon lil' D. Everyone gets sick, especially kids like you. Or did you forget that you're only 10?"

Damian huffed. "Not me. I've never been sick in my life. And I am NOT a child Grayson!"

Dick smirked slightly. "I hate to break it to you, but you are. Anyway, you haven't even been sick once?" he paused. "Well...You're obviously sick now, so don't even try to deny it! And don't tell me you're fine either."

Damian mumbled something that Dick couldn't decided. Dick cleared his throat. "How do you feel though? Are you hot? Cold? Does your throat hurt? Do you feel nauseous at all?"

Damian was silent, and Dick thought he wasn't going to respond, but then he surprisingly did.

"I...I am a bit cold… And my throat hurts. And I feel ridiculously tired." He looked at the floor. "I'm sure it's nothing though. Don't waste your time on worrying for me, Grayson. I will be fine."

Dick frowned again, and sat down on Damian's bed. "And your nose is running," he pointed out. "Looks like you have a cold, buddy. And by the looks of it, it's a bad one."

Damian frowned, obviously not liking what Dick just said. "I do not-" his sentence was interrupted when he coughed. "-have a cold." He sank down in his bed, looking miserable.

Dick patted Damian's shoulder. "Sorry lil' D, but you do. And ignoring it won't get you any better. And absolutely no patrol till you get better. Don't worry though, I'll stay home from work and take care of you so Alfred won't have to." He stood up. "I'll be right back; I'm going to grab you some nice warm tea to help your throat feel better. Hang tight."

Before Damian could object, Dick left the room. He wanted to punch something. No patrol? How long was this stupid cold supposed to last, anyway? He hoped not long. He couldn't stand not being out on patrol. And what if the idiot Grayson hurt himself since he would be alone? Ahm...Not that he cared about Dick…Nope, that was completely absurd...Right?

Damian's thoughts were interrupted, as his cat jumped up on his bed and purred softly, before curling up by him. Damian stroked the cat's fur for a minute before laying back down on his soft pillow. He glanced out his window. Outside, the sky was grey and it was drizzling. He could hear the wind howling.

Damian sniffed and pulled his blanket up further. He shivered. He had a large pile of blankets on top of him, but he was still cold. How? Urgh… Being sick was most definitely NOT fun.

The 10 year old shut his eyes and then slowly drifted off to sleep…

Dick didn't want to bother Alfred, who was busy as usual, so he decided to make the tea himself. It turned out to be a bad idea… He nearly burnt down the kitchen just from trying to boil some water, and once that was done, he was unsure of what to do next. He looked through several cupboards and the fridge to look for stuff to put in the tea.

"Hmm...How does one make tea? I need to get Alfred to tell me his secrets…" Dick said to himself, grinning as he dumped the components in. Those consisted of half a lemon, about a cup of sugar, and a handful of random herbs he had found. It was a very odd looking mixture. Deciding to taste it before giving it to Damian, he took a sip, then proceeded to spit it out right away and choke. "Argh-bleh, what the heck IS this?" He frowned. "Yeah, whatever this is, it's not tea."

At that moment, Alfred made his way to the kitchen and raised an eyebrow when he saw Dick. "Young sir, what are you doing?"

Dick grinned sheepishly. "I...tried to make tea…"

Alfred looked at the odd mixture in Dick's cup. "My word, Master Richard! That is not tea!"

Dick went over to the sink and dumped it out. "Yeah, I figured that out after I tasted it. Mind making some for Damian? The poor kid is stuck in bed with a cold."

Alfred looked surprised by this news. "Master Damian is sick? Poor lad… Yes, I will prepare some tea for him right away."

Dick smiled. "Thanks Alfred."

"No problem. And Master Dick?"

Dick raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Don't ever attempt to make tea again."

A few minutes later, Dick brought a steaming cup of hot tea to Damian's room. He opened the door and walked in, then a smile came to his face as he saw the younger boy. He was sleeping, and he was clutching a pillow beside him. His cat was curled up on top of him, and he was snoring softly. His dark hair was tousled, and overall, the boy looked super adorable. Dick took out his phone and snapped a picture, before bringing the cup of tea over to the bedside table.

Dick didn't want to wake Damian, especially since he looked so peaceful, but he wanted him to drink the tea before it became cold. He gently shook his shoulder to wake him up.

"Mmph...Five more minutes, Pennyworth," Damian mumbled quietly and he turned in bed.

Dick did his best not to chuckle at that. "Damian, wake up. I have your tea."

Damian suddenly sat up, and rubbed his eyes. "Wha… Oh, Grayson, it's you." His voice sounded croaky, and Dick winced slightly, knowing how much his thirst must be hurting.

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better." He handed him the cup of tea, and Damian looked at it sleepily, before taking a small sip.

Dick slid next to Damian, and was taken by surprise when Damian's head fell on his shoulder and rested their. "I..Thank you, Richard," Damian said.

A smile came to Dick's lips. "Anytime lil' D, anytime."

A/N: Aww, was it just me, or was this chapter adorable? I love Damian so much! Anyone else feel Damian in this? I swear, everyone's been getting sick lately. I myself have a tiny cold rn. Anyway, I need a name for Damian's cat...Any ideas? (This isn't Alfred the cat by the way, he comes later, as I'm sure you know). Thanks for reading!