#Later Tim wakes up to Jason making chicken noodle soup

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whumptober23 day 13- cold compress fandom- batman TW- sickness summary- Tim is definitely not sick. Jason disagrees.

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Tim feels absolutely awful. His head is pounding and he can’t even look at his computer screen to try and work through a case. Currently, he’s squinting at paper file about the latest suspicious shipments, but the words keep swimming in his head.

Maybe he should drink some coffee. Yup. That will definitely help. He stands up from his couch and manages two steps before dizziness overtakes him and he ends up on the floor. 

He groans and tries to push himself up but his arms tremble.

Whatever, the floor is pretty comfy anyway. But coffee. He tries to push himself up again. He can’t be weak. He can’t afford to be. He has to go on patrol tonight.

Which means he needs to be awake enough for it. So coffee. He manages to get up and stumble to the kitchen.

He’s in the middle of trying to steady his hand so he can pour the coffee grounds into the coffee maker when he hears his window slide open. He startles, dropping the coffee grounds which spill over the floor. He’s about to be sad about that, but then the vertigo from spinning around hits and he has to grip the counter to stay upright while fighting back nausea.

“Hey, Timberlina, I’m here to grab some files.”

It’s Jason.

Tim can’t help but feel annoyed. Jason has his own files. He doesn't need to steal Tim’s. But he doesn't want to open his mouth to say any of this because if he does he’s afraid he’s going to throw up.

“Tim?” Jason pokes his head into the kitchen, sees him catalog the dropped coffee and Tim who has a white knuckled grip on the counter to keep himself from falling over. “Shit, Tim. What’s wrong with you?”

Tim wants to give him the middle finger, but holding on to the counter is the only thing keeping him upright. So, he settles for scowling aggressively, but Jason just snorts.

Tim opens his mouth to tell Jason to get out, but immediately shuts it again as the nausea intensifies. He sways slightly before tightening his grip on the counter.

And wow, he should really be more aware of his surrounding because suddenly Jason’s in front of him reaching a hand out toward Tim’s head. He flinches back.

“Calm down, Timberly, I’m checking if you have a fever.

“I’m not sick.” Tim says through gritted teeth.

“Sure you aren’t.” Jason says but his hand is now on Tim’s forehead and he’s scowling. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine.” the nausea has subsided slightly, but Tim still feels dizzy.

Jason doesn’t dignify that with a response. Then he sighs. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

“I said–”

“You’re fine. I know. Which means you’re perfectly well enough to clean up the coffee grounds.”

Tim gulped, glancing down at the mess. The idea of having to bend down made the nausea spike.

“That’s what I thought. Now either you go lay down on your own, or I’ll carry you.”

“I–” 

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Tim took a slow breath and let go of the counter. He hadn’t even managed it one step before a wave vertigo overtook him and he felt his legs give out. He expects to hit the ground, but instead strong arms catch him and pick him up. Tim looks up into Jason’s face, but he’s not looking at him.

Jason walks quickly and Tim is promptly deposited onto his bed. Jason exits his bedroom and Tim wonders if Jason’s has left. But a moment later, Jason walks back in carrying a bowl, a cup with water, and a cold compress. 

“What…” Tim starts, but doesn’t know how to continue.

Jason sets the cup down on the bedside table, lifts the bowl saying, “If you need to puke,” before setting it by the bed. Then he lays the cold compress across Tim’s forehead and Tim sighs in relief. 

“I’ll let you get some sleep.” Jason says and turns to go.

“Wait–” 

Jason pauses.

And Tim really must be sick because he continues. “Please don’t go.”

Jason doesn’t move and Tim resigns himself to Jason leaving. But after a moment Jason sighs, going to sit down in an armchair in the corner of the room. “Fine. But you better get some sleep.” Then, out of one of his cargo pants pockets, Jason pulls out a small book.

Tim opens his mouth to tease him, but shuts his mouth as Jason starts to read outloud.

“Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.”

And as Jason continued to read, Tim fell asleep.

[seoafin]

how would the batboys take care of their sick s/o?

Dick is 100% a coddler that just won’t!! leave!! you alone!! at any indication of distress he is at your side, extra blankets in hand along with tylenol and liquid medicine that makes you scrunch your nose and tastes like bubblegum on acid. he stares you down in a battle of the wills to make sure you swallow the medicine (and don’t secretly trash it while he’s not looking) and get plenty of rest. he considers skipping patrol until you feel better but you stand your ground and make him go (it’s more for your peace of mind more than anything but you won’t tell him that) he also tries cooking you some of alfred’s chicken noodle soup, and jokingly feeds you. it tastes horrible (but you won’t tell him that either)

Jason knows exactly what to do. he immediately gives you a warm shower in lukewarm temp, cleans you up and wraps you in blankets and makes sure you rest up in bed. he measures your temperature hourly, and cooks you tons of delicious comfort food. he hovers over you, touching your forehead, making sure you’re comfortable, etc. while you drift in and out of sleep he just. stares at you. occasionally checking your pulse (he knows that the chances of dying because of a common cold are extremely slim but he can’t help but think you look like his mother, unconscious and shaking and lying on the floor. effects of the latest drug she’s gotten her hands on while he’s scared to death that she just might not wake up this time.)

later when you’ve made a complete recovery from your cold, he evades any questions about his behavior. (he won’t tell you that he’s done this a million times before)

Tim is just. at a loss. yeah he’s been sick before but it’s usually gone after like a day bc his immune system is weirdly strong?? he looks up what to do on the internet and just kinda?? does it?? he’s very technical. gives you all the required meds, lets you rest up, and then leaves you alone (lowkey in fear that he’ll also catch a cold. you tease him about that later. a lot.) he’s obviously worried and all and he puts aside his fear of getting infected and asks if he can get anything for you.

Damian is considerably worried and immediately enlists alfred’s help bc he has absolutely no idea what to do so it’s more alfred taking care of you than anything. but he’s there every step of the way so you guess it’s damian taking care of you by default. he’s extremely attentive and by your side the entire time to the point where he’s persistent on accompanying you to the bathroom. “damian. no.” when you get better he insists it was all because of him and demands you give him a kiss as payment.