Summary: a requested short story on Damian reacting to a sick Y/n.
“Damian, get off your phone and pay attention.” Bruce reprimands Damian who still hasn’t spared a single glance at their glowering father, while the rest of the bat kids stare on in dumbfounded shock. No ‘yes father’ no ‘apologies father’. No, instead Damian continues to frown down at his phone as he furiously taps away at the screen.
“Gordon, I need you to hack Y/n’s video feed on her phone to see what she is doing.” Damian demands, ignoring his now dumb-founded father.
Bruce has never seen his son ignore him so brazenly.
“Uh, Dami, firstly, I’m not breaking your girlfriend’s privacy. Secondly, the magic word-“ but before Barbara can even finish her sentence, Barbara is shoved away from the Bat-computer. “Hey!”
Damian sporadically slaps at the keys until a video feed of you pops up, the soft sounds of your congested breathing stifles Damian. A chesty cough causing his brows to knit together in worry.
Why hadn’t you told him?
He sends you yet another text message, making you weakly glance at your phone propped up on the nightstand. Only for your eyes to flutter close; drifting off into a sleepy trance.
God, you look so weak. Had he not hacked your cameras, he never would’ve known how sick you were.
“Damian, I thought we already discussed this. Appropriating the bat cave to monitor your girlfriend is not an appropriate use of the technology.” Bruce sounds off but Damian waves his father off.
“She wasn’t answering her phone so I got worried she was abducted or subjected to torture or what if some creep took a special interest in my-“ But Dick butts in, refusing to hear the end of Damian’s sentence.
“It’s tempting to use this technology to check on our loved ones. But it’s a huge breach in their trust and privacy. If you aren’t hearing from them, there’s probably a reasonable explanation for it.” Damian looks completely indifferent so Dick ups the ante. “If you aren’t going to respect your partners boundaries. We are going to have no choice, but to tell her about your unapproved monitoring again.”
Now Damian looks terrified.
“TT, I’m going to be in great trouble again.” All concerned trains of thought comes to a screeching halt when your choked coughing fit blares through the speakers. “Father, I have to attend my beloved.” And without waiting for his father’s approval, Damian rushes off to the nearest car in the bat cave.
“How are you going to let him act like that Bruce?!”Jason berates with a disapproving shake of the head. “Typical.” He mutters accusingly under his breath as Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.
You groan at the frantic knocking at your door. Rolling out of bed you shuffle out of your bedroom only for the front door to fly open with a loud bang and a frazzled looking Damian standing in the entry way with a lock pick wedged between his clutched fingers.
Without a second to spare he rushes and pulls you into a gentle embrace. Instantly curbing your annoyances. “Why are you out of bed? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Your favourite soup is on its way made by Pennyworth himself. What medication have you taken so far? I’ll tell Pennyworth to pick up some anti-inflammatories on his way. Have you checked your temperature?” Your mind swirls at the barrage of questions.
“Why? How? Damian- were you spying on me again?” You asked irritated only for Damian’s palms to press on on the base of your neck.
“I was worried-“
“Damian!”
“TT, I apologise for my indiscretions.” He answers, looking anything but sorry. But your sick swirly brain is exhausting your temperament.
“You’re going to be in big trouble when I’m feeling better.” Your normally stoic lover grins victoriously at your resignation.
“I am aware of my inevitable predicament. Come.” He mutters almost anxiously before resorting back to his stoic expression. Stumbling back to your bed, Damian lifts your blanket up, allowing you to crawl back under the crispy clean sheets, followed by Damian, moulding around your form. “Sleep, I’ll keep you warm.”
Hey guys! Second post so far... its a Tighnari x Sick!Reader!! Its a headcanon! Reader is Gn and I started this at 1:25am so forgive me for any spelling mistakes lol. Anyways so please like, follow, and be sure to make any requests if you enjoy my work! I have like a lot of things I plan on writing so I should be pumping out content every now and then lol. Anyways again I hope you enjoy!
Also HAPPY NEW YEAR LIKE GUYS HOLY SHIT 2020 WAS HALF A DECADE AGO NOW I FEEL OLD LIKE WTF
Tighnari being part fox means he can sense things faster than others so its safe to say he can tell when your body is coming down with a cold or flu before you do
He will constantly fuss over you ensure you are in bed 24/7 and will not allow you to work!
He will sometimes ask Collei to watch over you when hes gone attending his duties
Collei always does her best when she tries cheering you up! She will talk to you for a while before she starts apologizing for rambling but quickly calms down when you assure the sweet bean that it was okay
When Tighnari gets back Collei does the cutest thing and reports back everything that happened and I mean everything! From your temperature, to the things you intake, the number of times you've coughed or sneezed and the topic conversations you guys had! She of course does this because she sees how much her master fusses over you
Tighnari is always grateful for this and finds it just as adorable as you do
He will ask Collei to prepare simple medicines and teas for you while handling more complicated remedies
Because he has a strong immune system which he got from eating Archons knows what kind of shit in the forest he uses that as an excuse to keep you cuddled up in bed... and when I mean cuddled up I mean he will cuddle you in the bed while you're sick
One time you were making a fuss on not wanting to take a medicine he was trying to feed you, so what the did was take the medicine in your mouth and feed it to you through a kiss
After seeing you flushing like that for the first time he sometimes makes the medicines a bit extra bitter just so he can do it again... that sly shit
When you get sick he tries to not have anyone besides him and Collei look after you because he believes that since he is the most experienced and dedicated forest ranger he should be the one to look after you
The other reason is because his fennec fox side gets jealous and possessive when someone other than him and Collei looks after you
Plus he gets mildly annoyed when theres another guy's scent on you and the stronger it is the more annoyed he gets
When he looks after you he will really take care of you names before his actions contradict his words, calling you stupid one minute before placing a few kisses to your forehead after you complain about having a headache. Telling you that eating slightly expired food was stupid and you should've either asked him for some or bought new food as he gets into the bed with you to feed you stomach soothing soup before rubbing your belly
Safe to say that in Tighnari's hands you are more than safe!
Hmm... What exactly happened yesterday? Let's recapitulate...
'So I got low on food, I watched a deer being murdered, was chased by infected men,... Then I watched the men get murdered as well... What next...
Right! I cuddled with yellow next to their corpses in the drugstore, then he ate half of the dead deer and then we got home in a heavy rain.
Damn okay.
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You felt tired just as soon as you woke up in the morning. Your attempt to take a deep breath through your nose was ruined by it being stuffy. Groaning, you sat up and looked around your hut.
A cute sympathetic zombie sat on your chair, watching your every move. „Ghood.. morr-ningh, Y/hN." (Good morning, Y/N.) He greeted hoarsely. „I wouldn't call it necessarily 'good'." you declared. „But yeah, hi." „Chrmm..." (Hmm...)
He looked focused, examining your seated figure. You noticed it and with a slight smile you asked why he was looking at you like that.
Yellow sighed. „Yhuu.. lookrg ter-rhibleh." (You look terrible.) he finally spoke. „Oh wow, thanks a lot." you said sarcastically, climbing out of your bed.
As you slowly walked to the pantry and took out a can with a spoon, Yellow started laughing out of nowhere. You were sure he was laughing at YOU, but his laugh was pleasant to your ears, you had never heard him laugh like that before.
„Well, what is it this time??" You put your hands on your hips and waited to see what would come out of him. He chuckled a few more times, then finally said: „Yhou lookgh likke mee~" (You look like me~)
„WHAT?" you acted offended. „Liikgh.. zhomb-ee" (Like zombie.) „I know what you meant!" He laughed some more at his own joke.
"Personally, I don't think I look that bad." You grumbled as you opened your can for breakfast. "I just have a little cold... Besides, I certainly don't look as bad as you." You argued confidently.
Yellow asked you something, but it was hard to understand him. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" you pleaded. So he tried again, slower.
„Yuurgh... donn-t think-gh I'mm... h.hands-chome?" (You don't think I'm handsome?) You froze a little at the question. When you implied that he looked worse than you, you were referring to his undeadness. Although when you looked at him from another angle, he certainly had attractive features.
„Well.."
He was sitting on a chair with his legs slightly apart, resting his head on one hand, wearing a cocky smile. The sharp jawline adorned with stubble flattered his bushy eyebrows and messy hair. The dark circles under his eyes made his yellow eyes, similar to a sunrise, stand out.
It took you too long to answer. 'Come on! Say somethinggg!! You can't just keep staring at him like that...' Thoughts raced through your head and you started to blush.
„Aw~" Yellow sighed in a husky voice, which didn't help the situation at all. Still, he was patient and waited for your answer.
When your thoughts calmed down a bit, you finally had the courage to answer. „Ehm... well. Aside from the mold growing on some parts of your body... and the fact that you eat raw meat... you're quite... good looking." Admitting he was attractive to you was harder than you thought.
Yellow looked satisfied. He got up from the chair and walked over to you, leaned over you slightly and said as clearly as possible: „Well, I thhin-k.. youh lookch ap-phealing." (Well, I think you look appealing.)
He had an annoyingly hot smile on his face. You were left speechless at his compliment. Until he spoiled it again by adding: „ Aph..peal-ing forh a zhom..bie." (Appealing for a zombie.)
You narrowed your eyes at him. Obviously, you knew he was messing with you. But did he really mean what he said? You and appealing? His words got stuck in your head a lot more than you wanted.
There was no need to wait for your next answer. He said what he wanted to say. While he was walking back to his chair, you finished your breakfast.
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Today you had nothing to do and didn't have anything planned. And if you had, you wouldn't have had the strength to do it. So you decided to rest in bed because you were feeling worse and worse.
It started raining again outside, it was cloudy and a cold wind was blowing. It wasn't exactly cold in the hut, however you could feel it. You didn't mind, you were still terribly hot from the fever and didn't even want to put a blanket over yourself.
It was already afternoon and you refused to eat lunch, you would definitely throw it up right away.
Yellow was still sitting in the same chair in the same place in the same position, meanwhile you were rolling from side to side in discomfort and nausea.
You started to have trouble breathing, you were coughing, and you were tired, but you couldn't fall asleep. Yellow's eyes looked much more tense than usual as he watched you.
„S-sorr..chy..." (Sorry...) Why was he apologizing? Was he sorry... for you? Or.. „Mhyy-.. fch... faultt." (My fault.) Confusion took over you. Why did he blame himself for you getting sick? „It's not *cough* your fault, Yellow." you said weakly.
He started muttering about how he shouldn't have eaten that deer, how if he had gotten you home sooner you wouldn't have been sick, etc. You only understood about half of what he said, but you could tell from his voice how corrosive his thoughts were.
„Yellow."
„!.."
„Calm down, please. What happened, happened and I don't regret anything, okay? I'm not feeling well, but I'll get better, it's just an illness. Do you understand?"
He fell silent, and so did his thoughts. He nodded and you sighed. „Ccan... I helph youh?" (Can I help you?) His eyes were calm and caring again. Although you would appreciate a help, you didn't know how Yellow could do that. You just shrugged weakly.
That was the sign to him. He rose stiffly from his chair and picked up the axe that was leaning against the wall by the door. You were too tired to think about his actions.
He came to the small sink that was in the corner of the hut and used the axe to make a hole in the wooden floor opposite to it. You were a little startled by the sudden breaking.
Yellow picked something from under the floor and reached into the sideboard for a spoon. As he slowly walked over to the bed you were lying in, you could see him a little blurry due to your half closed eyelids.
He squatted down next to your head and put the spoon near your mouth. „Huh?" „M..medicc-ine." (Medicine.) „But how did you.." „o-open." He demanded, so you obeyed. It was truly a medicine, you could tell by the terribly bitter taste.
You grimaced and he smiled and stood up. "I didn't know there was a medicine here... How did you know?" Yellow took a water bottle and opened it before handing it to you. „Thank you..." You said as you drank that awful taste away.
He then placed the bottle on the floor. „Are you going to answer me?" You reminded yourself to him. Something inside him didn't want to answer. Nevertheless... You deserved to know the answer.
„Uhgm... I rem-membrgh.t." (Um.. I remembered.) What did he mean by that? „Like, you've smelled this medicine... here before?" Yellow dropped his eyes in shame. „N-noug." (No.) It was strange. „Come on, I'm curious." He remained silent, his eyes fixed on you.
Your throat let out an almost bloody cough that made you have trouble breathing again. You clutched your neck in pain and with wet eyelashes from tears. Yellow looked around for tissues, but instead he used your blanket that was lying next to you to wipe your tears.
He went back to the sideboard, from which he took out a flatwere knife. With your eyes half-opened, you watched what he was doing there, but you could only see his back. All you could hear was peeling and scraping, you couldn't imagine what he was doing with that knife. You coughed again before calling his name.
„Mmom.enth..." (Moment.) he groaned concentratedly. After a while, he threw the knife into the sink and wiped his hand on his pants. When he squatted down next to you again, you gave him a suspicious look.
„I c-cutt off thge moldh off myy haand.." (I cut off the mold off my hand..) You observed him with furrowed eyebrows „Why did you do that?" you asked tensely. „Sso I c-cgould.." (So I could..) He started while placing his cold palm on your aching throat. „..do-o thiss." (..do this.)
You didn't resist his touch, the coolness of his hand relieved the fire in your throat. It was pleasant, so pleasant you closed your eyes in relief. „Ahhh..~" Yellow smiled at you like a sunshine. „Thank you, Yellow, you're so kind.." You told him softly. „Although.. I still don't understand why you cut off the mold off of your skin before you.. you know."
He turned his head to show his confusion. „Yhou sai-dd.. youh didn-n't lighke the mmol.d on mhee." (You said you didn't like the mold on me.) „Huh??? Oh wait.." You actually DID say that while you were admitting he was handsome.: '((„Aside from the mold growing on some parts of your body... and the fact that you eat raw meat... you're quite... good looking."))'
„Oww but you didn't have to do that because of me.." You whined feeling embarrassed. „I amm.. nhot a f-fan of moldd eithher. But.. Itt j.ust kheeps grh..growwning.." (I am not a fan of mold either. But it just keeps growing.) Yellow confessed plaintively.
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His hand was so pleasant on the skin of your neck that you didn't even notice that you had fallen asleep. The medicine probably played a part in that too.
You woke up around the evening because it was getting dark outside. You had a cold, wet cloth on your forehead and you were under the covers.
Your yawn caught the attention of Mr. Yellow, who was looking out the window near your feet. Without a word, he walked back over to you and sat on the ground next to your head.
You wanted to greet him, but all could come out of you was a grunt. „Hun-gry?" (Hungry?) He inquired affectionately. You didn't feel as terrible as before, but you still didn't feel like eating. „Noo.." you replied as your stomach started rumbling.
„Youh ha-ad no lun..ch." (You had no lunch.) „But I don't feel like eating." you tried to argue but unsuccessfully. He took a bowl from a shelf and, using a wooden spoon, put rice into it from the large bag you had in the pantry.
He took a canister of water, a medium-sized pot, and with the bowl, went outside to make a fire and cook the rice.
'Ain't no way he's cooking a dinner for me!' your mind screamed and your head started to get hot again. You sat on the bed and watched Yellow through the fogged window.
Before you knew it, Yellow had already gone back inside with the cooked rice. On the way, he picked up a spoon for you and handed you the dinner. Even though you claimed you weren't hungry, the smell of the cooked rice made your mouth water. "Can I ask for some salt too?" you cowardly requested. Yellow hummed and brought it.
With a thank you, you cleared your throat with a cough one last time and started eating. „Woah... yummy." you exclaimed with praise. He just nodded.
You were smiling at him with a mouthful of rice. "You're special." You announced simply. Yellow avoided eye contact and scratched his hand nervously. „It'z juss..t rrice..." (It's just rice...) he mumbled.
„Well, yes, but I can't imagine another zombie cooking rice." He acted so lively. As if the infection wasn't eating him from the inside at all.
„Rrice coo-kk.ing isz somethg-ing youh don'tt jjus-t forgeth." (Rice cooking is something you don't just forget.) declared Yellow. „Mm.. I guess." You had no choice but to agree.
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When you finished your dinner, there was an endless silence in the hut. „You still haven't answered me." You began. „How did you know about the medicine?" Yellow took a deep breath and exhaled.
He told you everything he knew, everything he remembered.
He was bitten by an infected person some time ago, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact time. The infection drove him crazy, like everyone else. All he knew was hunger. He hated everything he did out of hunger.
He tried to starve himself for as long as possible because of the unbearable feelings. However after every week of trying, it didn't work for him and the animal inside him began to control him again.
He wanted to hide from it all. He wanted to go home, but couldn't remember where home was. But then he had a flash of a memory and remembered a place he had liked to run to and hide away at from his problems when he was still alive.
Intuitively he went to that place. He walked for a long time, killed something here and there to survive.
The day he arrived at the place was cloudy. He was hungry again and could smell a human nearby. He wanted to avoid the smell, but the closer he got to where he wanted to be, the stronger the smell became.
He finally saw his hut, which he had built in his youth. His safe place. But... there was light inside. Was someone stealing there?
In fact, it was you who had settled there. You were the one he had been smelling the whole time. Your aroma made him feel the unbearable hunger again.
He wanted to kill you.
Soon you noticed him standing by your fence. But you had no idea it was actually HIS fence. He lost the moment of surprise. So he decided to just observe you for now. He soon started to enjoy observing you though. He tried not to disturb you in any way.
Sometimes he disappeared from sight for a moment, but he never let you out of his sight. Something happened to him. That night he sensed another living person nearby who was being attacked by an undead. He went to the location and feasted on the living (now dead) one, right after killing the infected one. At first he didn't know why he killed the zombie as well... He had no reason, they could have shared the human.
But then he realized that it was just an instinct that he didn't have before. The zombie would't be a thread for him, but to you. He returned and made eye contact with you through the window of the hut. He no longer saw you as prey, but something he needed to protect.
And how else to protect you than to leave you safe in the hut you unknowingly appropriated.
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„HOLD UP!" was the first thing you blurted out after Yellow's speech. „This is YOUR hut!??" „Wwell... It'z yourhs now." (Well... It's yours now.) „But you built it, didn't you?" „Uh-huh." „So I AM the intruder here!!" „Youh lit-.terallhy liveh hhere. (You literally live here.)
You thought the person who owned the hut was already dead, and you weren't that far from the truth. You needed a shelter to survive, and this was the most rational solution. How could you have known that in four months its half-dead owner would arrive?
Yellow patted your shoulder gently. „I'.m ghl-ad yhou settl-ed hhere." (I'm glad you settled here.) His reassuring worked and you calmed down a bit.
Yellow instinctively held his arms open in case you'd lost your balance when you rapidly got out of bed. „Stand up." You requested even though it sounded more like an order. Without questioning he did what you wanted.
A slight startle took over Yellow as you hugged him tightly. You didn't care that his jacket and T-shirt were bloody, it didn't matter at that moment.
Yellow carefully put his arms around you and hugged you back. You enjoyed each other's company for as long as you could. You opened your eyes at the sound coming from Yellow.
„Y-Yellow?" You said with a trembling voice. „Hmm? Wchat.'z thee matt-er?" (Hmm? What's the matter?)
Bill finally agreed, as the demon quickly floated over to you, and in return you wrapped your flung yourself to him and wrapped your arms around the triangle shaped creature.
"GAH- GAH- Don't do that!" He hissed at the sudden force,
You let out a loud sniffle, nodding drowsily.
Your forehead warm and your gaze fuzzy and almost blurred, Bill lead you to the couch, forcefully making you lay on your side and cuddling into your chest.
"If ANYONE finds out I'm doing this, your ass is thrown, out the window, I don't care if you're sick" Bill whispered.
And in return you smiled softly, snuggling your face into his pointy body and letting out aloud sniff.
".oookkaay" you drawled out, your throat horse and dry.
He cringed at your horrible voice, patting your cheek.
"Jeeze, go to bed already you sound horrible."
You snorted, nodding sleepily in agreement as you cuddled into the couch, and Bill slowly but surely joined you, falling fast asleep in your embrace.
As the twins got home, they laughed in surprise at what they saw sleeping on the couch, Mabel- of course- taking the chance to take a photo.
This is short but I was thinking about how sweet the Dark Order would be when people they care about get sick so I thought I'd put together a few headcanons. Colt, Hangy and -1 are left out, sorry about that.
Evil Uno checking on you making sure you're okay
If you start wanting to puke, Uno will be there to help you, carressing your back comfortingly as you puke your guts out.
John Silver making food whenever you're hungee
Alex making sure you’re comfortable. Want a pillow? He'll get it for you. Want to get out for fresh air? No worries, he will open the windows instead! Want cuddles? Sure!
Silver and Reynolds trying to cheer you up by making you laugh but becoming concerned about you when you start coughing, you reassuring them that you're okay.
Five and Ten doing all your shopping; getting all your medications and groceries
Daily chats with TayJay as they are both concerned about you
Stu making sure you get plenty of rest, asking you to go back to bed when you get up
If you want to be left alone, Uno and Stu telling everyone to leave. Stu turning off the light and closing the door softly
Request: I saw you wanted requests for one shots so I would like to request Bruce Banner taking care of his sick teenage daughter
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, umm.. sickness not sure if that is a warning
Pairing: Father!Bruce Banner x Sick!Daughter!reader
Characters: Bruce Banner, other Avengers mentioned
Authors note: I hope you like this. Also this is like pre Age of Ultron because I like to think of this happening in simpler times you know.
Word Count: 766
Avengers Masterlist
You woke up with a pounding headache and trouble breathing. ‘Oh great just what I needed to day a stupid cold. I have shit to do.’ you thought as you pushed yourself into a sitting position much to your body's protest. You knew you needed to get water and should probably have your dad give you the once over to make sure nothing was seriously wrong even though you knew there wasn’t. Your dad could be a little overbearing when you were sick but you knew it was only because he cared. You were currently living in Avengers tower with your dad and his team so you took a deep breath and prepared to face them. As you stand up you realize that you were really light headed and it somehow got even harder to breathe if that is even possible and now you were miserable and cold. Grabbing one of your blankets and wrapping it around yourself before shuffling towards the door of your room. As you walked into the living area of the tower you realized you were unfortunately the last to wake up.
“Wow little Banner you look like shit.” Tony’s voice sounded more grating than usual as he taunts you.
“Ha ha you are so hilarious tin can man.” You flinch at the sound of your own voice.
“You sound terrible, are you okay?” Nat at least had the decency to sound concerned for your well being.
“No I don’t think so I woke up feeling like death...” You pause slightly to cough thinking maybe it would help but if anything it only made things worse. “Have any of you seen my dad?”
“He is currently in his lab, Miss Banner.” Jarvis answers for you.
“Thank you Jarvis.” Slowly you make your way to the elevator to get to the lab ignoring the worried glances thrown your way by the rest of the Avengers. The elevator felt painfully slow. You really just wanted to lie back down but you also want your dad. When you get sick all you want is to be close to your dad. The fact it was nearly impossible for him to get sick was very helpful for times like this. Finally the elevator doors open and you see your dad working away at something that you would have probably understood if you didn’t feel like you were dying. “Dad.” You whine as you slowly shuffle over to him wrapping your arms around him clinging to his body heat. Bruce let out a low chuckle.
“Not feeling good kiddo?” Your dad asks wrapping his arms around you as well resting his cheek on your forehead feeling you burning up. The only response he got was a groan and you nuzzling deeper into him. “I’m gonna take that as a no. Have you eaten yet today?”
“No. Not hungry.”
“Okay kiddo get up let’s get you into bed and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.”
“Okay.” you said meekly wandering into the bedroom off of the lab that belonged to your father. You slowly lay down and curl up in his sheets. Just as you begin to doze off again your father taps lightly on the door.
“Hey, I got you some toast and water and Ginger ale in case you get nauseous.”
“Thanks dad.” Your father proceeds to ask you about your symptoms like when they started and stuff like that before finally reaching a conclusion. He waits for you to finish your toast before stating.
“I think you have the flu. I'm sorry kiddo I know this isn’t fun.”
“It’s okay, it's not like it’s your fault or anything. I think I’m gonna take a nap. These things are easier to sleep through.”
“Okay I’ll be in the lab if you need me just tell Jarvis to get my attention.”
“Got it dad, love you.”
“Love you too kiddo.” He turns off the light and closes the door as he leaves. Every thirty minutes your father checked on you not that you would have realized you were fast asleep dead to the world. At around lunch time he contemplated waking you up but decided against it. Bruce stood in the doorway slowly he approached his bed sitting on the side of it looking down at you. Running his hand through your hair lightly. He spent the rest of the day with you watching stupid shows and movies and cuddling with you just making you feel comfortable and spending as much time as possible with you.
Maybe just maybe sick days with dad weren’t that bad.
