Requested by Potatoco
Y/n's pov
"No," I said stubbornly, Dick wrapped me up with a blanket. "Yes," he fired back. "For the last time, Richard, no," I snapped back. "For the last time, yes," Dick snapped back. "Y/n, you're sick, you've been sick for days!" I snorted. "So?" Dick groaned. "So it means I have to take care of you," said Dick, he picked up a medicine bottle, and measured the right amount for me. "Hell no!" I shrieked, I quickly took off. "Y/n! Get back here!" Dick shouted, he chased after me, and I ran faster.
About twenty minutes or so, Dick managed to catch me, and dragged me back to the couch, he straddled my waist, and held my hands above my head. "Now, are you going to be a good girl, and take your meds or do I have to force you to take it?" Dick asked. "Your choice," I barred my teeth at him. "Bite me," I hissed. "I would love to, but I can't because you're sick," said Dick. "Pervert!" I accused making him chuckle. "But I'm serious though, take your meds or I'm not letting go." Said Dick, I groaned. "Fine." I grumbled, with one hard tightly wrapped around me, he let me sit up, and handed me the meds.
I scrunched my nose up, and took it. "I hate you," Dick hummed. "Love you too, babe," I snorted. "I hate you," I repeated. "No matter how many times you say that, I still love you."
"I hate you."
"Love you, too, princess."
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DC Comics One Shots 2 || (COMPLETED/NEW REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED)
FanfictionSecond book of DC Comics One Shots. Also, ALL REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. IF REQUESTED, IT WILL BE IGNORED
