He added the soup, ibuprofen and water to the tray and carefully made his way to Dick’s room. Silently blessing his ninja training that allowed him to walk silently and steadily.
He pushed open the door and let the light from the hallway guide him to putting the tray on the bedside table.
He looked down at Nightwing sympathetically. There was just pitiful wheezing and sniffling. He was definitely sick.
He sighed and moved the weighted blanket off of him, getting a confused hum in response.
He ran a hand over his hair again and smiled softly at him.
“My boy. Wake up. I have some medication for you, and food.” He said and Nightwing cracked one eye open, looking at the food questioningly.
He sat up, hair sticking up and blinking confused.
Bruce tried not to laugh at him as he turned to switch on the side lamp, much to Dick’s dismay.
“Do you even know where you are?” He asked and Nighting sighed.
“I don't know what I am at this point.” He blinked at the tray and looked at him.
“You called Alfred all the way out here?” He croaked out disapprovingly and Batman laughed softly to himself.
“No. I didn’t.” He said as Nightwing sat up and rubbed his eyes.
He blinked and looked up at him confused.
“I did have some help though. Diana chopped the carrots.” He said and Dick smiled softly before tucking into the soup.
“Hmm.” Batman said, sitting in the chair opposite him, looking around the room. It was pretty bare, he didn’t spend much time up here. Maybe he could bring one or two things in, decorate it a bit. Just in case someone got sick again. Although he hoped he wouldn’t, he thought, looking at him.
Nightwing held the bowl with a shuddering sigh.
“I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”
“It’s okay. I have a trash can here if you do.” He said looking down at the small bin beside them, giving it an unspoken apology.
“Hmm. It’s your room though.” He slurred and Batman shook his head at him.
“Not really. Besides. It’s my son.” He said and Dick smiled quietly and rolled his eyes.
He sighed again trying to quell some of the nausea and picked up the bowl and just drank it.
He set it down with a slight thunk and grabbed the ibuprofen gratefully, chasing them down with a sip of water.
“Yay. Drugs.” He said and Batman laughed softly at him.
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave some lozenges for you in a bit. If I can find some.”
The one downside of being on the watchtower is you can accidentally grab medication meant for a meta and have. A really bad time.
Not that. He was saying that from experience.
Nightwing started coughing and Batman gently took the glass of water away, brushing the hair away from his face as he lay back down before pulling the blanket back over him.
“Okay you. Go to sleep.” He ordered and Nightwing grumbled at him.
“I’ll handle it. We need you at a hundred percent” he said as Nightwing continued to grumble quietly.
“Hmm. Okay. It’s like that then,” he said going to the speaker and playing some music. The playlist always used to put Dick right to sleep as a kid.
Dick gasped in mock outrage and coughed again, snuggling further under the covers.
“Traitor. Fighting dirty.” He mumbled, already nodding off.
Batman smiled softly at him and went to leave. But he paused. There was a slight frown on Nightwing face that he didn’t think was from the fever. He smiled to himself. Ah of course. He’d forgotten the most important step in the routine. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Sleep well Dick.” He said and was happy to see a small smile as he snuggled further into the sheets.
He watched him a moment more, lovingly regarding his first son, before turning out the light and sweeping away silently into the shadows.
I’ll be here when you need me, son.
I’ll be here when you need me.
