Damian One Shots

Brotherly fluff

A/N Just some short brotherly fluff i wrote a while back. Enjoy!

Damian turned in his sleep. He was sweating and rambling nonsense. Sometimes speaking incoherent Arabic Dick couldn't understand. Dick changed Damians wet towel he had on his forehead. His fever was too high. Alfred walked into the Damians bedroom.

"Any improvement master Dick?" The butler spoke in a low tone.

"No, not yet Alfi. What are we gonna do? I've never seen him this sick before. He isn't even aware we are here." Dick didn't take his eyes off his little brother that was sleeping on his bed. Alfred walked up to him. Putting a hand on his shoulder.

"He knows you are here, master Dick. He can sense it. After all its Damian we are talking about. He will be fine, my boy, I gave him some medicine to ease his fever."

"Thanks Alfie. Is Bruce back yet?"

"I have called for him, but he is busy fighting penguin at the moment."

"Of course he is." Dick knew it wasn't Bruce's fault but he still felt a gut wrenching need to punch the man for not being here to take care of his son. Dick stoked some stray strands of hair out of Damians eyes before putting back the wet towel that had now gotten cool again. As it touched his forehead. Damian instantly relaxed a bit. "I'll stay with him Alfred, you go get some sleep." The old man squeezed Dicks shoulder before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him gently.

The hours passed and Dick did his best to help Damian through his fever. It was about 3 in the morning when Dick was snapped out of his half asleep state by a voice.

"Richard." Dick opened his eyes and looked down to see Damian's emerald eyes looking up at him sleepily.

"Hey, lil' d. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. What's going on?" Damian slowly sat up and Dick helped him to lean on the headboard.

"You have a fever, a bad one. You have been turning and sweating all night." Damian took a hand up to his thought and felt his pulse. It was slow, too slow. He then put a hand to his diaphragm and breathed in but winced in pain as he did. "I think I might be fighting off an infection."

"That's what we thought too." Dick stoked Damian's hair and Damian almost fell asleep sitting up. "Wow there. Let's get you back lying down."

"What? No Grayson. I'm fine. I have stuff to do. It's just a fever, I'll be fine." Damian tried to get out of bed but Dick stopped him and forced him back into bed.

"No. In this family, when you are sick, you let people take care of you. I don't want any of that back in the league. I never rested when I was sick. Well that's wrong. And you are resting, end of discussion."

"Okay fine." Even though Damian had been with them for soon five years he was actually surprised when Damian crawled back into bed without a fuss. He really mustn't be feeling well. It didn't take long before he was deep asleep again. This time he was sleeping a lot more soundly.