And Robin Flu Away

by RaikouNeko12

Despite his best efforts, Damian catches a bad case of influenza. Though he insists he’s fine, and well enough to help the rest of the Batfam on their nightly escapades, Bruce’s order was clear. Unfortunately for the adults in the room, it’s going to be a lot harder to keep this wild robin in a cage. (Higher rating for language only)

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"102.8," Dick Greyson read off the thermometer. He reached over and ruffled Damian's messy black hair. "Sorry, Kiddo, it's official: you're not coming out with us on patrol tonight.

Damian scowled as Dick capped up the thermometer. "What is a small fever to me? I spent years of my life training hard every day regardless of my condition! I've fought through much worse than just some simple flu!" He glanced over at Batman standing on the other side of the room. "Tell him, Father! I can still assist you on the mission," he begged before erupting into a hacking cough.

Bruce shook his head. "Listen to Dick, Damian. You're staying home."

"Oh, don't worry, Damian," Barbra offered, rolling her wheelchair up next to his bed. "You'll be feeling better in a couple days and be right back out there, but for right now, you're just going to take it easy until that fever comes down."

"Mistress Barbra is correct," Alfred chimed in, reentering Damian's room from the conjoined bathroom carrying a wet towel over his arm. He walked over to Damian and folded the towel over his forehead. "You're health is of utmost importance, and there is no need for you to endanger your safety while you are so ill. Master Bruce and the others have plenty of manpower to patrol on their own until you are again in fighting form. Until then, Mistress Barbra and I shall look after you and keep you company."

Damian scowled again and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest. Tim patted his shoulder encouragingly. "Hey, no need to beat yourself up, it happens to the best of us. You can't help a really bad case of the flu has been going around your school this week."

"That's not the point," Damian spat back. "My body shouldn't be weak enough to have been taken over by a pathetic tiny virus in the first place!"

"We'll talk about this more in the morning," Bruce ended the conversation, pulling his cowl back over his face. "But my order is final: Damian, you're staying here, do you understand?"

Damien's face flushed with frustration, but he gave in. "Yes, Father…"

Barbra patted Damian's knee encouragingly under his thick comforter while Batman turned to the others in the room: Nightwing, Red Hood and Red Robin. "Alright, everyone already knows their zones, let's head out."