The next time the Dick woke up, Alfred was the one by his bedside, bearing food. He felt weak and nauseous, but better overall than he had been when he had fallen asleep. "Hey, Alfie." Dick said slowly and quietly. His voice sounded funny.

"Greetings Master Dick. How are you feeling?" Alfred asked, looking at his sick grandson with veiled concern.

"Like I got run over by a truck," Dick groaned, but was grinning none the less. "Thanks for asking."

"You are quite welcome young sir. If you would eat, perchance you would feel better?"

"That is, if I can hold it down. Might as well try though."

"Very well, Master Dick. If you wish, I shall fetch Master Bruce. He's running himself ragged at the moment. I believe it will help a great deal if he was able to see that you're doing better."

Dick looked up, shocked. Bruce was usually very composed under any situation, be it bad business relations or the Joker escaping from Arkham. To know that the young acrobat had that effect on his mentor was as humbling as it was alarming. The bird smiled, if only internally.

"Yeah Alfie, tell him if he wants to come in he totally can." Robin scooted up in the sea of pillows and grabbed the bowl of soup. He took small bites, wearily noting that he wasn't throwing up.

Soon Bruce was in the room, having taken a shower and changed clothes a while earlier. He leaned against the doorframe. "Hey Dick, how are you feeling?"

"Eh, not too horrible. Are you sure you're okay? Usually you're not the one who's been beaten to the punch with a line. Hate to break it to you big guy, Alfred already said that. Would it kill you to be a little original?"

The corners of Bruce's lips twitched ever so slightly. "You're a real brat when you want to be, you know that?"

"Learned from the best."

"Ouch, I'm so offended."

Dick laughed. "I'm glad. It's about time something I've said has gotten through that thick skull of yours."

This time Bruce stayed smiling. "Just you wait Grayson, someday I'll make you eat your words."

Dick coughed a little, but stayed on guard. "I'd like to see you try Wayne."

They exchanged glares of amused challenge and Dick was so out of it that he didn't notice Bruce sit on the edge of his bed. Gingerly, the man took the spoon from his little bird's hand. Realizing what Bruce was moving to do, Dick started mumbling his protests. The dark knight simply fed him anyway. Dick's cheeks burned a brilliant shade of red.

Bruce smirked. "Here comes the airplane!"

Dick groaned, his cheeks burning even brighter if that was possible as he leaned back into the . "Go die.." He muttered, passively opening his mouth anyway when the spoon hovered near it. Bruce gave a short, uncharacteristic bark of laughter.

"Yeah kid, sure."

A couple minutes passed in this manner. "You know that I can do this myself, right?" Dick asked eventually, his throat hurting but the silence being worse.

"Of course," Bruce said, amused. Dick glared weakly.

After they were done, Dick looked like he was the most bored person in the world. Bruce decided to mess with his ward multiple times during the evening, ("No Dick, there aren't any posters on your wall, are you sure you aren't hallucinating?" "Cat? Dick, you know Alfred can't stand the pet hair… yes, I know you see a cat, but that wouldn't be logical would it?" "I don't hear any music…") but ultimately the both of them were bored. Then, Alfred came in to check his temperature. At 101 degrees, Bruce turned from the trolling parent to the frustratingly coddling one. ("Dickie, let me tuck you in the blankets are slipping" "Honey I know you feel sick… I know! Alfred can you get a humidifier?" "Shhh Dickie baby, everything is going to be alright..") Dick eventually decided he had enough.

"Bruce," he said, exasperation evident in his tone "You need to stop. You're acting like Babs would if she were here. Why don't we just watch a movie or something?" Bruce reluctantly agreed. So, the two of them ended up eating popsicles and watching Lilo and Stitch on Dick's flatscreen. Slowly, Dick drifted off.

I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, I wrote all of this today at an old-people center thingy. Ah Bruce , always such a strange one. Dick did get his trolling behavior from somewhere of course. Happy Mothers day!

Disclaimer: I don't own YJ!