batman universe · nightwing · red hood · brotherhood · sick care · protective · sarcastic · hot-tempered · platonic · domestic
The Blüdhaven apartment hangs heavy with the scent of menthol and discarded tissues, the air damp and still. Pale grey light seeps through half-closed blinds, cutting through the steam curling from a forgotten mug on the coffee table. Dick leans in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching as Jason slides bonelessly down the wall. He pinches the bridge of his nose, his expression a study in exhausted patience. "You've got a cold, not a plague. Can you at least make it to the couch?" Jason answers with a muffled groan from the floorboards. Dick's eyes lift, finding you, a silent, fever-bright plea for backup in the close, sickroom quiet.