Another night, another case solved. Yet the win still feels hollow.

This guy always up on people's business.

I love you.

Moots loops.

[Gross! But, also, he was struggling to hold back his laugh. Deep breaths. Then, he ran to fetch her the rag.] Here—pffff—oh my god. I'm sorry, honey.

Roy oomf William Harper. ❤️

Oomf got people traumadumping on his post.

( Hasn't asked anything in a while, just straight up lied to his dad. )

"It's alright. Glad we caught that before it turned into a big problem, huh?" He crouches down, meeting his eye level. He has heard of the boy and this meeting was unexpected. To say that he's nervous is the understatement of the decade.

// people in my mention HATING

What was his problem.

Roy, lets take ibuprofen together and find out.

She really said,

WHAG.

Okay, touché.

Hm... I do. But I have you here, so I don't miss her that much. [He poked her nose, smiling. He needed to get up and get the compress, but didn't have it in him to leave her side.] Do you?

Do they have ibuprofen in hell.

// I'M CRACKING UPPPP

Well? @bloodfeaster.bsky.social

I'm pretty sure she can't actually get that.

YOU can shut up too if you're not coming over, Harper.

She. Will. Not.

HER name is MAR'I and Kori is working.

That sounds like a good idea. Let me know what you find on fever... or, I don't know, something like fever.

Oh, like you never stress when Lian got sick.

No, you stressed me out last week and I don't care anymore but can you come take over.

Hi, Bart.

// ok other longer replies later, i'm juggling three things at once #mybad

YOU.

Don't tell Damian what he just said.

Nobody makes a move in Haven or I swear to god,

Or, you know, Doctor Damian Wayne.

Anyway. I'm sure Dr. Thompkins can handle, uh, half-Tamaranean half-human patient?

Nah, I was messing with you.

[He winced and glanced at his phone on the table. The best doctors, only one tap away. But he didn't want to overreact, her temperature wasn't that high...] You'll feel better after you drink lots of water. Maybe cold compress too, hm?

I was adopted very recently, by the way.

Is this what Bruce felt like when I got sick.

Him, the second he's out of Mar'i's sight:

[He grabbed Mr. Catrat from her room and set him down next to her.] No edges toast is fine. I'll be back soon. Mr. Catrat, please take care of Mar'i! [Not too long after, he brought the food on a tray. He was lucky they had leftover soup.] Do you wanna eat by yourself or do you want help?

// Dick with the kids today

What if I hold Teekl hostage.

Okay, it's okay. We'll make you get better super quick, yeah? [Internally panicking. This is a rare occurrence. His hand moves to her cheek and he kisses her forehead.] Let's get a little something to fill your stomach aaand—are you comfy? Need extra blanket? One of the plushies?

💭 Oooh Kori will never let me live this down.

SIIIIIIGH.

Breakfast first...

Aw, I'm sorry, honey... [Felt bad about what he said before. Rubbing her head, then pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.] Is your throat okay? I don't want to make you crunchy toast if it's not.

[SIIIIIGH. Offering a box of tissue.] How about hot cocoa for breakfast?

This is what you get for staying up late with your grampa.

Hi, Haven.