Just Robin Oneshots pt 4

Sicktember: Day Five

Prompt: Rogue Organ

I didn't want to do appendix, I couldn't get a pacemaker to work out and I surprisingly couldn't find much information on gallbladder stuff so here's another old faithful

Dick was no stranger to tonsilitis. He'd been plagued with it since he was a little kid and multiple doctors had told him they needed to be removed with how frequently he was getting sick. His parents did intend on getting him in for surgery but with how often the circus moved from place to place, how much money they made and how much it would cost, they never got the time. Then they died and he lived with Bruce. He could play off the first dealing of tonsilitis with him as an illness brought on by stress. At the time, Bruce didn't have access to any of his medical documents prior so he didn't know this wasn't the first time. 

When Bruce did catch on to this being a commonplace, he said that if it happened again then surgery would be back on the table. Unlike his parents, Bruce had all the money and time in the world to make it happen so Dick was sure that he would be halfway to hospital the moment he got a sore throat.

The thing is, he didn't want to get them removed. He knew it would help in the future and he wouldn't have to suffer through every meal for a week a couple of times a year but he couldn't bring himself to want it. He hated hospitals. He hated doctors. He hated the thought of someone digging around his mouth and waking up missing a piece of himself that he wouldn't have noticed otherwise. He knew tonsils were useless but that didn't make surgery any more appealing. 

Not only that but he had Robin now and the team. He trusted them as far as he could throw them to handle missions without causing a million dollars in damages. He'd seen Bruce's finances and cringed when he noticed a good chunk went to the team purely to pay for the explosions they frequently caused. They didn't exactly have smooth missions whenever Robin was around but it was certainly less damage. That and he didn't want them to worry. For the half that weren't well informed on humans would think he was dying and those who were would inevitably ask him what it really was because the great Robin wouldn't be defeated by his own tonsils. 

At the beginning of the week, Dick knew he was getting sick but willed himself to believe it wasn't tonsillitis. He'd done the rodeo enough times to know there was a certain sore throat that came with tonsilitis that didn't come from a common cold or cough. There was also no common illness he knew of that caused the familiar white speckling on his tonsils. Still, he told himself it wasn't tonsilitis. Although he could convince himself well enough, he knew he couldn't convince Bruce as easily. He could only mention his throat feeling a little rough and he'd be packed in a car on the way to see Leslie who definitely wouldn't be convinced with the lying attempts of a thirteen-year-old no matter how many years of training he had. She'd already heard it all with Bruce. 

Due to this, Dick didn't tell his mentor that he was feeling sick. He said he was tired and not very talkative. He was aware that saying he was tired all the time was just as suspicious but hopefully Bruce would assume it was bullying or something. He'd take the billionaire awkwardly trying to talk about anything remotely related to mental health over surgery. Bruce would give him concerned looks when it came time for him to make a joke that only his teammates would laugh at and he didn't make it.