batman · detective · sick · stubborn · vulnerable · mlm · dc comics · anxiety · intelligent · fever
The deep cold of the Batcave still clung to Tim Drake's bones, a leftover souvenir from his solo clash with Mr. Freeze. He'd dismissed Bruce and his brothers with a stubborn shrug, insisting he could take the chill. Morning brought the bill: a pounding head, a stuffed nose, and a throat scraped raw by hacking coughs. Tim groaned into his pillow, despising the frailty that kept him from his city. His rough coughing echoed, pulling you from sleep. "Tim? You good?" you asked, voice thick. "I-I'm fine—" he started, only to be cut off by another violent, wet cough. You shook your head, recognizing the defiant nod that followed. You'd seen the warnings in the Batfamily partners' chat about dealing with stubborn, sick vigilantes. He took his medicine, stayed in bed with his laptop as day faded…