Failing to be his beloved (Damian Wayne robin x reader)

Training...or not

After following Damian inside to the gym, I started thinking...maybe I could train more with Damian, I got a lot better in the time I was training with him. Even if it was only 3 days a week. But now I don't have to worry about anything else really, so I could train like that for 6 days a week. Maybe that would help me get better faster. I ran and did push ups and planks and sit-ups and sparing with holograms ...

——time skip 2 days later——

I was at the punching bag, jab, jab ,cross, round kick, repeat. I feel a little exhausted. Progressively that's been happening the past few days  but, I mean whatever.  So what if I have spots dancing across my vision. And feel a little exhausted. I'm fine. I finish up my combo. Almost knocking over the punching bag. I go sit down and grab some water. I look at the clock ,4:00 pm well I should eat something. But dinners going to be soon. Then again I have been so focused on training I haven't eaten anything yet today.
Why not... an apple couldn't hurt. I stand up and suddenly like a wave the spots are back and everywhere I can't see , I go to lean on the bench but miss and fall over:..ouch. I think I just broke a rib on the bench. I sit there for a second taking deep breaths. I open my eyes, it hurts to think though, I don't think I hit my head, but everything feels whooy still. I go to stand again, and the spots hit full force, and suddenly. I think I'm falling, I'm not sure, about a minute later I More sure when I hit my head on the mat.
I open my eyes again. I feel like I'm waking up, yawning, I pull myself to a sitting position. this doesn't feel like my bed, wait..."what," immediately eyes shoot open and I doing my head side to side. My side hurts...oh yeah I fell. Where am I. This looks a bit like my room, but the decoration is slightly different. So I'm probably still in the tower. I look at the clock. 7: 00 pm, I've missed dinner. I push the covers off me, and swing my feet over the edge, I stand slower this time, I don't want to fall over again.
I look back to the bed. I feel bad for messing it up, might as well make it. I lean over and grab the sheet, I pull it across the bed and tuck in the untucked side.then the blanket, then the confitor (a/n idk how to spell...sorry)
I sit here for a second I think the beds made right I'm not sure, I go to walk over to the door, but one step later, the door opens , and Damian stands there, a tray with a bowl of soup, and a water.
Ohh god this is Damian's room...oh god...kill me now. He walks over to me the door closing behind him. "L/n sit down," I stare,"I won't say it again, take a seat." I turn back to the bed, and take a seat on the edge. "Why am I here?"
He looks at me and sighs, sliding the tray onto the table. And sitting down" I came into the gym and found you passed out. I would have taken you to the medbay but I don't think you would want everyone freaking out. I believe, based off of what I found and you're symptoms, you are sick, and you overexerted yourself  by going to the gym, so I let you rest in my room, and made soup." He said gesturing to the try."thank you." Leaves my lips quietly and with out thought.
He flips his head to me, face full of emotions,before it goes void and he gives his small nod, I go to grab the tray, but he puts a hand on my thigh, " I'll get it." He gets up, and I just fling myself to the side, and cross my legs, he comes back with the tray, he sits down, does the same thing to face me, setting the tray between us.
" just...don't do that again please."hold up, does that mean he was worried about me,"awww, you were worried about me." I say a smile and giggles slipping out. He looks down at the tray,"No I wasn't, you're my teammate, why would I be worried about you."  Oh. He wasn't worried after all.  I look down at the tray," oh." Is all that leaves my lips, After a few second of silence. A few seconds later he sighs, picking up the spoon, and dipping it in the bowl,"what are you doing ?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together trying to figure out what's happening.
He looks at me,"making sure you eat and get better. Also you're stuck with me until I am convinced you are well again."
Well great. He picks up the spoon and puts it out in front  of my face about an inch,"you're joking." He shakes his head, and waves the spoon forward a little."your health is not a joke to me." I sigh,"I can feed myself." He replied coolly,"you missed that chance when I found you passed out. My god this is ridiculous." You've got to be kidding me." He shakes his head, a few minuets later I give in out of hunger and exhaustion. I lean forward a little bit and eat some of the soup. It's really good. Wow, it tastes like something Alfred would make,"you made that" I say astonished.
He says "yes, is it edible enough for right now?" He asks seeming unsure, he's got to be kidding me ,"it's amazing, it tastes like something Alfred would make, but with a slight change making it better." I start rambling,"he cuts me off,"eat." So that's what I do, I eat bite after bite, it's amazing. I love it. I finish the bowl half an hour later. "Thank you, that was probably the best soup I've ever eaten." He does his half smirk,"of corse...I made it. " I laugh,"cocky much." He replied still smirking, " maybe" I stand up, "where are you going l/n"  I look at him he was kidding right,"I'm headed to my room. I need a shower, or a bath. Either way personal hygiene needs updated." He walks over, " I told you, you're stuck with me. " I let him follow me back to my room. But when I enter the bathroom. I stop him,"you are not coming in the bathroom with me." He looks at me,"why not." I frown, "because I'm going to be bathing. " he try's to push past me,"I don't see why that would be a problem." He says in his almighty Damian voice. " I said no, he doesn't budge," you can wait out here, I'll leave the door cracked so if I pass out you can hear ok. " he sighs "fine. But make it quick." I nod and crack the door, just enough to fit, a small candle through. I undress, and glance at the reflection. The circus wasn't always kind to those who mad mistakes. I have a lot of scars on my torso chest and legs, when I would fall, and scrape something. Or when my friends were teaching me to throw knives, and one of us would miss. Or when one of the mean animals got lose and I couldn't move fast enough.