Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Needles Vs Honesty

This was a request from Barbemeli so I hope you like it 

This was supposed to come out last night but i fell asleep

Dick - 9

Jason - 12

Tim - 14

Damian - 16

EDIT: TW VOMIT

Edited 08/02/2024: format changes and small additions

"Master Dick, time to get up. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes," Alfred announced through the door. Dick groaned, stirring from a once peaceful sleep only to be met by a wave of unwelcomed nausea. After getting used to the sick feeling through a few deep breaths, he stood up and began getting ready for school. He felt hot like his room was one big oven cooking him to the point of leaving him just a pile of charcoal. Dick had never been a morning person but he suspected his hatred for getting up in the morning wasn't the problem here. 

He got dressed, almost threw up in the process which wasn't great, and picked up his backpack. It felt heavier than usual even though he hadn't added anything to give it that extra weight. In fact, he felt weaker in general. Maybe he was getting ill? Thinking back from nearly throwing up last night's dinner from pulling on pants, he guessed it wasn't so much of 'maybe getting ill' and more so 'he is ill'. That was the last thing anyone needed. A sick Dick wasn't a happy Dick and nobody wanted an unhappy Dick. He decided it was best to keep it to himself; there was no point working everybody up for something out of their control. They had much bigger fish to fry than trying to figure out why he would rather lay facedown in his bed than leave his bedroom.

As he stumbled downstairs and plopped himself down at the breakfast table, he noticed Bruce staring at him intensely like he'd just said the rudest most absurdist sentence in the world.  

"Is there something on my face?" he asked, wiping his lips subconsciously. He hadn't even started eating yet so maybe it was his hair? He knew his hair was wild in the mornings before someone trapped him to brush it through.

"You're looking a little sweaty there, chum," Bruce put carefully. Quick. Think of something. 

"I was doing some warm-ups. Dami suggested I do them in the mornings after patrol so I thought I'd start today," he answered as casually as humanly possible. 

"I'm glad someone in this house takes my advice," Damian commented. He hoped that would be enough to deter any other questions. It wasn't. He should've known Bruce wouldn't stop there. He was stubborn, not stupid; unfortunately. 

"That doesn't explain why you look so pale," Bruce pushed. That would be a little harder to lie about but he gave it the old college try. 

"I've been staying inside during recess lately so I'm not getting the extra sun and we only go out at night. You probably didn't notice since you've been so busy all week," he explained. His mentor hummed, seemingly content with the answers he'd been given but his suspicions didn't seem to disappear like Dick wanted them to.