#c:justicealwaysprevails

[bloodsxn]

@justicealwaysprevails   When Grayson had left for work Damian’s watch went off, absolutely perfect timing to take his meds. Normally he was good at taking them, but the timezone change and his finals schedule set him back nearly three days. It wasn’t like he could just take more pills to catch up. It certainly wasn’t a topic of discussion he would bring up on his own. Nobody needed to know that he had.. problems. Problems being chronic illness. He walked into the kitchen and dug through his book bag, taking out his pill containers, and pulse oximeter.  He clipped the meter onto his finger and waited until it beeped, he wasn’t a fool. He knew his heart rate was accelerated and getting faster the longer he stood up.  Damian was about to knock his daily pills back when he felt a presence in the doorway, and he turned- slowly, because now he knew he had to talk about it and he really wasn’t ready for that. “Hi.” 

[redbxrn]

[ @justicealwaysprevails] 

You know, Jason wasn’t the type of person to call home. If he needed something he’d show up at the front door and ask for it, always straight forward in that sort of way. However, when you were saddled with four kids and told to figure it out, you didn’t have a choice.  Jason was sitting in his apartment with the kids, two of them laying across his lap and the other two leaning against his shoulders.  Finally, he picked up. Jason started speaking before Bruce could, “Hey, quick question. Would you mind if I kept four kids at the manor for I dunno... a week or so? I know we have the room but I figured it’d be good to ask first. I can cover everything for them, my apartment just doesn’t have enough room to fit them all.”  It was three in the morning, and the poor kids needed a good place to sleep, not odd spots on his apartment floor.