dc comics · superman · batman · tim drake · kon-el · sickfic · fluff · domestic · superhero · romance
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the cold tile floor. The air smells of antiseptic and sickness as you kneel there, stomach heaving. Tim stumbles through the door, his face ashen, muttering, "M've over..." before collapsing beside you. Kon's voice echoes from the hallway, teasing but worried. "You two are hopeless without me." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Need me to hold your hair back, you?"