Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

fluffy times

Fantizied_Realiality asked for fluffy fluff so here we go

EDIT: TW INJURIES

It'd been a while since all the bat siblings were all together. Unfortunately, it wasn't for the best of reasons. Bruce was going out of town and needed Alfred to go with him. That normally wouldn't bring the family together since he went out of town a lot and sometimes out of this atmosphere from time to time. The night before Dick got hurt. Really hurt. He could take care of himself for the most part but he went one too many nights forgetting to check his wounds. He got a rather nasty infection that kicked in around about the time he was fighting ten gang members. They left him to bleed out in an alley with broken ribs, a fractured leg and a hit to the back of the head that if Bruce hadn't got there on time would've meant much more than bed rest. Since Dick was living on his own at the time and it would be dangerous for him to stay there, he was confined to the manor with his siblings to take care of him. One of the worst things that his siblings had to see was when he was weak. The smile that seemed so permanent would falter every so often when it got especially painful to breathe. Though he tried to hide a lot of how he was feeling, there were some things he just couldn't.

They were all laying around the living room. Well, all except Dick who was confined to his bedroom upstairs. They let their worries fizzle away in the back of their minds as they watched some mindless TV show. "Do you think he's alright up there?" Steph mumbled, glancing up at the ceiling as though she would be able to see him. His bedroom wasn't even above the living room. "He's probably asleep," Jason told her. That didn't really answer her question but she took the answer anyway. 

"I feel like we should do something," she continued. "Like we all go out at night and during the day we hardly talk to him other than going up and making sure he's eating."

"What else are we gonna do?" Tim asked, glancing up from his phone. "He can't get out of that room, talking probably hurts for him, we've got jobs and we have to not only patrol Gotham but Bludhaven too."  

"Day off?" Cass suggested.

"We can't have a day off. Can we?" Jason responded. He hadn't thought of a day off. Considering it'd been a few nights already, he guessed they deserved a night off to spend with their big brother. "Grayson would appreciate the time but it wouldn't do anything to further his recovery," Damian pointed out. There was no need for risking the safety of Gotham and Bludhaven because he would just like to see them more. They had prior commitments. "Father did the same when he was a child, he is used to people being too busy to spend time with him when he's injured. He got himself into this situation anyway," he added. Though now that he said that it came out much meaner than he meant it to be. 

"We shouldn't really take after Bruce here," Tim stated.

They were going to continue the conversation when there was a soft thud from upstairs. "I check?" Cass asked. They nodded so she rushed out of the room to go check on the older. She swung open the door and found Dick on the floor trying to use the end of the bed to lift himself up. He was weak from the infection still and the weight of his body plus the cast looked too much. He hadn't noticed her open the door and was still desperately trying to get up before he caused too much trouble for himself. "Dick?" she called to make her presence known. He glanced over with a small embarrassed smile. 

"My other leg went dead on the way back. Mind helping me up?" he asked. She nodded and rushed over, hooking her arms under his armpits and pulling him up far enough for him to get both feet on the ground. He leaned on the bed to keep himself up. "Thank you. Sorry if I gave you a scare there," Dick stated as he got back in bed.