Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

tell me this isn't how the batbros act when they get sick. TELL ME

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 753

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick and Damian get sick, forcing them to quarantine together.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

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"I cannot believe you got me sick, Grayson!" Damian fumed, crossing his arms angrily.

Dick just smiled timidly, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry...?"

Damian glared at his big brother, trying to hide the fact that he wasn't exactly upset about being trapped in an apartment with Dick for the foreseeable future. The truth was, the boys hadn't seen much of each other since Dick returned to Blüdhaven to be Nightwing. Of course, Damian snuck out to see his big brother every chance he got, but still... it wasn't the same...

"You should just consider yourself lucky that you have me here to take care of you, Lil' D. After all, I never get sick," Dick boasted, a proud grin on his face.

Damian gave his brother a dead stare, "Says the man that literally got me sick."

Dick scoffed, "Okay, so maybe I carry the sicknesses, but they never actually affect me."

Damian had to hide a smile as he watched his brother boast, "That sounds highly unlikely."

"Absolutely not! I'm just the luckiest person on Earth!"

Damian furrowed his brow in confusion, "I really think that's quite the opposite-"

"Okay, whatever!" Dick cut the boy off with a defensive expression. "Let's just get you tucked in, yeah? Wouldn't want you to get even sicker..."

Despite Damian's protests, Dick led the boy back to his bed, muttering something about taking the couch as he did so.

"This is ridiculous, Grayson!" Damian exclaimed as Dick tried to tuck him in. "For one, I'm not sick! And two, I am not taking your bed! Now, get off me!"

"Well, for one," Dick mocked, resting his hand on Damian's forehead, "your fever suggests otherwise. And two, I am not letting my little brother sleep on the couch after I got him sick. So, you are going to stay in my bed and you are going to be happy about it."

Damian muttered some unrepeatable phrases under his breath but gave in, shooting his older brother a nasty glare as said brother wiggled his fingers at the teenager and retreated back to the couch.

Nearly an hour later, Damian was awakened to the sound of violent coughing from the living room. Sighing to himself, the young boy climbed out of Dick's bed and went to investigate. What he found... well, he had to resist the urge to yell a big I told you so!.

Turns out, Richard Grayson can get sick and that night, he absolutely did. His skin was pale as snow and covered in sweat, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing was heavy, and his blankets were pulled up as far as they could possibly go. And, yet, he looked up at Damian with an endearingly irritated look.

"I- I thought I told you to stay in bed."

"And I thought you couldn't get sick."

"Yes, well," Dick sighed before erupting into a coughing fit, "it- it seems I may have j- jinxed myself."

Damian let out a soft Tt- "Obviously."

Dick exhaled sharply, pouting a bit. "You're- you're not helping, y'know..."

Damian sighed loudly, "The weight of this relationship weighs on my shoulders and my shoulders alone." The boy ignored Dick's harmless glare as he lifted the older man from the couch and dragged him back to the bed, much to Dick's protest.

"You will lay in this bed and do just as I say until you get better," Damian commanded. "Understand?"

Dick pouted, but nodded nonetheless, "I understand."

"Good," Damian smiled proudly, doing just as Dick had done for him earlier by pulling the blankets up and making sure all the appropriate medicine was placed securely on the nightstand.

"But I'll only do as you say if you lay here and get better with me," Dick smiled tiredly, gesturing for Damian to take the other side of his queen bed— which, after much contemplation, he did.

A Wayne brother occupied each end of the bed, both ending up sick as dogs. But, only four short (not really) days later, they were both back up on their feet and ready to go back on patrol. But, just a week later, Dick received a call from none other than his favorite little brother.

"Hello, Grayson. I regret to inform you that I have contacted yet another illness and you and I must quarantine for a minimum of seven days together."