This story is shorter than normal.. But I hope it's still awesome! Reviews make my day, btw. ;) I don't know if I'll be able to update again this week, but I'll try since I'm going on vacation next week. Have fun reading!

You Can't Keep Secrets From the Butler and Batman

Robin woke up at five in the morning, head pounding and stomach turning. He hadn't felt all that great the night before, but of course he didn't tell anyone. Why would someone as great as Robin, The Boy Wonder, let a little sickness stop him? What really sucked was knowing that he was supposed to go to Mount Justice to hang out with his friends later that day. Looks like that's not happening. I'm definitely not whelmed…

His depressing thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock at his door.

"Master Richard?" It was good ol' Alfred.

Robin thought about his options- lie, and go to hang out with his friends, or tell Alfred the truth and avoid the wrath of Daddy-Bats. Unfortunately the Boy Wonder didn't have time to make a decision before his stomach gave a sudden lurch, making Robin run like a bat-out-of-well, the Batcave- to the bathroom. He barely made it in time to empty the contents of his stomach.

Alfred heard the rather disgusting noises coming from the other side of the door.

The butler sighed. "Master Richard, you are just like Master Bruce in the most uncanny of ways. When will you learn to tell me when you're ill?"

He heard a muffled curse before the sink was turned on. Then came a response: "M' fine, Alfred."

Really? He was going to do this? Master Wayne and Master Richard had the worst lying skills when it came to Alfred.

"Master Richard, I'm not dumb. May I come in?"

He heard the young teen sigh before he unlocked the door.

When Alfred saw the boy, he was almost taken aback by how pale Robin was. His regularly lit up, bright, blue, eyes, were dull, no cheerfulness in them at all. He immediately got to work. With a warm smile, he gestured for Robin to get back in bed, and then went to the closet in the hallway for some medicine.

"Here, Master Richard. Take both of these. Hopefully they will help."

Robin gave his best smile. The butler admired the boy for always being positive and trying to be tough, even after things such as when his parents passed away. Oh, he was so much like Bruce.

"Thanks, Alfie." Alfred smiled back, then left Robin to get some rest.

BREAKLINE

After Alfred left, Robin started to feel the affects of the medicine. His eyelids felt heavy, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Right before he was about to drift off into a drug-filled sleep, his cell phone rang. Robin, noting it was Bruce, answered.

"Hello?" Without even getting a 'hi' back from his foster father, Bruce started going on about how Robin should've gone to Alfred or him the minute he didn't feel good.

Well someone's overprotective.

"Okay, okay. I get it. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I promise it won't happen again." Robin rolled his eyes.

After no response cam from the other end of the phone, Robin said, "What? Is this the silent treatment or something?" His words were becoming mumbles as the medicine really kicked in.

"Richard. First off, don't roll your eyes at me." Robin's face went red. "Second, your well-being is important to me. I need you in perfect health if you're going to be Robin. Batman needs your help. But I also want you to be well in general. You're my son. I worry about you, you know."

A bit of guilt washed over Robin as he heard Bruce. Who knew something as small as not saying he didn't feel well could lead to so many lessons?

"Sorry, Bruce. I really promise I won't do it again."

"I'm going to hold you to that." Robin could tell the billionaire was smiling. "I'll see you later. Take it easy- and don't even think about going to Mount Justice."

Robin smirked. "Got it. No Mount Justice for me." He was struggling to keep his eyes open.

Bruce laughed. "Go to sleep, Dick."

As soon as Robin's phone hit his bedside table, sleep consumed him.