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A/N: Ok, this chapter is for all of you who wanted to see more Tim/Cass interaction xD Sorry for the late post but I have been working on my Speed Racer fics and have kinda been stuck on this for a while. Writer's Block SUCKS! Anyway, on with the fic!

Cass folded her arms and cleared her throat disapprovingly. Her patient was NOT making this easy for himself or for her. Twice the thick-headed Boy Wonder had tried to sneak away, and twice his plans had been thwarted by his unofficial caregiver. Now the Current Robin was insisting that he was in desperate need of medical attention and was calling Oracle to arrange for him to be put in the same room as Nightwing at the hospital. After completing his task, Tim collapsed on the sofa exhausted. Cass sat next to him and messed with his hair.

"Not good idea."

Tim coughed and rasped, "I kinda like this."

The current Batgirl yanked the black locks she'd been playing with, making Tim yelp.

"Not what I meant, stupid. This good idea. Same room as Dick? NOT good idea."

"Why? (Cough! Cough!)"

"Him sick. You sick. He infect you. You KILL him with cold virus then die of what he got. He die. You die. Bruce find out then dies of heartbreak. I get distracted by sadness and get hit by truck because YOU DIE! Not good idea!"

Tim caughed for ten minutes while chuckling, "Cass (Cough! Cough!) relax, will you? (Wheeze!) Besides, the possibility of you getting run over by a truck (Cough!) is zero to a million! (Cough cough HACK!) OH MAN!! I LEAKED all over my PANTS!!"

"Is an omen."

"IT IS NOT!!(Cough, Cough!) CASS!! (groan!) please get me some more pants!"

"PHEW!! Is NASTY!! Robin layed BIG egg this time! If you pee in car, YOU clean! I get clean pants. Then we go."

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After Cass got Tim situated in the hospital bed, she looked across the room at the comatose form of Nightwing. His Kevlar had been replaced with a stark white gown, but his mask was still firmly in place. Cass snorted. Stupid Dick! Knowing he was sick, the hotheaded vigilante had obviously gone on patrol anyway, then collapsed somewhere when his body decided to quit on him. The current Batgirl turned her attention to the sleeping Robin and sighed.

"Nightwing bad influence. Him stubborn and got half-killed. You stubborn, and cold get worse because you no rest. Now, stubbornness may kill all. I then will be alone. Like Batman."

Cassandra Cain had known many emotions. She may have not shown much emotion, but she felt like everyone else. Fear was the one emotion that Cass had trouble with because she didn't feel afraid very often. Now, however, facing the possibility of being totally and completely alone, she was terrified.

Cass moved next to Tim's bedside and watched him sleep: his breathing deep and calming to her. She listened so intently that before she knew it, Cass had drifted into a deep sleep; her breathing in time with the sleeping body on the bed and her senses oblivious to the warning signs that Tim had drifted further into darkness.

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Dr. Robert Kain checked his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Where is he? He should be here by now! Across the room, the window shades rustled slightly. Before the doctor could blink, the Batman appeared in front of him; cape surrounding him like folded wings and eyes piercing the dim lit office. The doctor felt his skin crawl as the Caped Crusader addressed him in a voice colder than steel.

"What have you learned, Robert?"

Taking a deep breath, the doctor placed a file on his desk. The Batman squinted and looked through the data with a frown as Robert explained,

"The disease Nightwing was diagnosed with is. . .fatal, Batman. We don't have a cure for it because technically, it doesn't exist. We call it Incolitaenzitus, or Incolita for short. It is basically a combination of the world's most deadly diseases, which is also why we're having so much trouble finding a cure for it."

"How was it distributed? According to my sources it was neither inhaled nor injected."

"That is correct. The virus was ingested. Someone slipped your man a mickey. Don't disappear on me, Batman. They already caught the guy. Besides, the deed was done and pounding the guy responsible won't change that fact."

Batman nodded then turned his attention to the monitors set to survey the patient's room. His eyes fell on the prone body of his eldest lying hooked up to machines that kept his body alive, and the man's heart nearly skipped a beat as he realized that his boy looked more dead than asleep.

"How long?" The words almost stayed in his throat as his hands gripped the windowsill so hard it almost cracked.

Dr. Kain dreaded that question every time it came up for any patient and he hated to have to answer in the negative. He rarely had a choice and this time was no exception. Taking a deep breath, the faithful doctor sighed heavily and reluctantly broke the news to his cowled guest.

"He's run out of time, Batman. I'd say he's got at most 36 hours. The disease is eating him alive and unless we can come up with a cure in the next few hours, we're going to lose him."

The vigilante clenched his fist and growled, "Is he fighting?"

The doctor nodded, "Yes. Others think he gave up days ago but I know Nightwing. That boy wouldn't give up until his heart stopped beating. He is definitely fighting this thing and fighting it hard."

Batman turned to leave and fixed the doctor with a glare.

"Then we still have time."

TBC