Dicks POV

"Y'knmf? Thesm comkies arnt tbat bmad!" I mumbled all 3 of my cookies shoved into my mouth. Which roughly translated into 'Y'know? These cookies aren't that bad!'

Which they weren't, not bad at all. I should've kept that one I gave to gills though, stupid 'trying to be a decent human being'-ness.

I somehow swallowed all the food in my mouth and decided, 'Hey! I'm gonna lay on the bed today!'

So I flopped down on that baby and stared at a new spot on the ceiling! To pass my abundance of time I counted the cracks on the ceiling . . . Again.

"Un, duex, trios, quarte, cinq, sees, sep–" A rough cough interrupted me, shaking my insides like a maraca.

Eventually it stopped, leaving my thought sore and mouth feeling weird. But it stopped so that was good.

"Sept, huit, neuf, di- Di–" I started to cough harder than before, having to sit up and hold my stomach as my lungs basically tried to escape me.

I stood up, using the wall for support as I bent over to cough more. Geez that hurt! The attack on my throat stopped again and I shakily got my breathe back.

I shook my head, sniffling a little, the walked over to other door in the room. Turning the handle and revealing a bland bathroom on the other side.

"And here I was, hoping it was a gateway to Narnia . . ." I mumbled hoarsely, stepping inside.

There wasn't even a mirror inside! Or a bathtub with the shower! What kind of 1 Star - No. Half Star! - Bathroom is this!

But that was besides the point, the lack of mirror prevented me from seeing how I looked. I didn't feel hot or sick really. But the way my stomach was starting to cramp was nauseating.

"What the flap-jack, snick-snack, tic-tac, paddy-wack, is wrong with me?" I whispered, running a hand down my face.

My stomach gurgled in a way I did not like. I was not about to like what was about to happen.

To spare myself the embarrassment of having the author write what happened, I'll explain in the quickest way possible.

For the next, uhh, give or take 10-20 minutes or so, my stomach rejected everything.

Not my finest moment.

But when that was over, man, did my everything hurt. My head was heavy, my throat was sore, my dumb stomach was just a pain. Pretty much everything important hurt. Besides my face, luckily that masterpiece was still intact.

My throat started to burn again, and more ragged coughs ran threw me. But this time they wouldn't stop.

It was nonstop, nonstop. And dang, it's getting a little hard to breathe.

That didn't make the coughing stop, though.

Normal POV

"Sir, it appears you have a call from," Alfred paused to look back at the bat-computer, "Mr. Allen."

Bruce turned around from where he was working, "Barry?"

Alfred nodded, "It appears he's been calling you frequently. 2 missed call in 3 minutes, and he's trying to reach you still."

Bruce threw his cowl back over his face, a precaution he'd taken after Barry called him once with a young Wally on his lap.

"Barry?" Bruce asked, his only form of greeting.

"Hey, Bruce! So I was watching the security cameras in the mountain. When-"

Bruce stopped him, "Why were you watching the security cameras?"

"I was bored," Barry answered without missing a beat, "But I was flipping through all the camera when I got to the assassin's room. I don't know what's happening in there but he's not looking good."

The Dark Knight frowned and pulled the security footage up in R's room. And – for once – Barry was right. The kid did not look good.

He was coughing up a storm, looking like he might burst a lung any second.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"From what's I've seen, he just looks sick. I don't really know what else to describe it as. He just started coughing and hasn't stopped."

Bruce could name a few things that were causing this, but he didn't have all the information. And, apparently, Barry didn't either.

Bruce stood up and clipped his cape over his shoulder's, "I'm going there know,"

There was a sigh (Which Bruce assumed was out of relief) "Good."

Bruce ended the calm without as much as a goodbye and stood.

"Take these." Alfred said, handing Bruce two epipens.

Bruce nodded his thanks and took the tools. Leave it to Alfred to remember that no one on the team had allergies. So they're epipen supply wasn't to good.

The Dark Knight stepped through the Zeta-Tube, arriving in the mountain in moments.

"Batman?" Wally said from the kitchen, Batman ignored him and continued his fast walk to the assassin's room.

Batman typed in the passcode and opened the door quickly, R was hunched over on the ground. A red ring was around his neck as he continued to cough.

The Bat walked over to the boy, R was to out of it to care.

"It's an allergic reaction, I've got the cure and I'm going to inject it." Batman said, even though he didn't think the boy was really listening to him.

Bruce sat the boy down on the ground and leaned him against the wall. Then swiftly injected the pen to the boy's thigh. Rubbing the spot for a minute or so as the medicine began to take effect.

R was able to tiredly catch him breathe, and leaned his head back against the wall.

"Allergic reaction huh?" R rasped out painfully.

Batman nodded as he stood up. He leaned back down to pick the assassin up. R stopped him with his hand.

"Whatcha doin' there, B-man?" He croaked, tiredly looking up at the man.

"Taking you to the medbay." The Caped Crusader returned. R put his head back against the wall, not asleep, just drained. Bruce picked him up and went to the medbay, earning the attention of the team.

The Dark Knight set the boy on a bed, who grunted softly as he was put down.

"What wrong with him?" M'gann asked, concerned as always.

"He had an allergic reaction to something." Batman turned around, lightly staring the group down. "What did he eat last?"

M'gann gasped (quite dramatically) "My cookies."

"List every ingredient in the cookies."

"Um . . . They were Chocolate Cherry Cookies. So they had cocoa, butter, sugar, salt, cherries, vanilla–

"The cherries." R sat up, his voice barely above a whisper. He flopped back down gracelessly.

Batman nodded, "He'll be fine. Go get water, a towel, a bucket, and maybe a blanket." The team took this and left the room.

Bruce went over to the bed, checking over R. He went to see if he had a temperature, taking his glove off and starting to make a move to touch R's forehead.

The boy, however, easily caught Batman's wrist, snapping his eyes open in the process.

"I wasn't asleep, B." R smirked, his tone mischievous despite how tired it sounded.

Batman sat down in a chair a bit away from the bed. "How did you know it was the cherries?"

R sat up slowly, "I didn't. I just remembered people eating them near me and never being able to have any. Never thought I'd be allergic to them." He laughed, "Dumb move."

The Caped Crusader nodded, "We have to get you medical attention. The epipen isn't an instant cure."

"And where exactly can I get the medical attention? I'm not exactly a citizen with insurance."

"I have a place." Batman said, standing up.

R crossed his arms, "Of course you do. Bet you have your own private Bat-Hospital." Batman walked to the other side of the bed.

"I bet it's all dark and gloomy too." R quipped, spitting out nonsense about the 'Bat-Hospital'. The Dark Knight quieted him by hitting a pressure point on the back of the boy's neck.

"Oh you little . ." R slurred as he slumped forward. The Dark Knight picked him up carefully, carrying him bridal style.

The Caped hero carried him outside the medbay, only to see the team standing there with supplies in hand.

"I'm taking him to get better medical help. But thank you." They just nodded, confused by the scene, and got out of Batman's way.

"So, this is the trouble maker I've been hearing about." Alfred smirked, pulling out some supplies.

Bruce hummed, "He had an allergic reaction to some cherries in M'gann's cookies."

Alfred looked the boy up and down, then turned back to Bruce. "I'd advise putting that mask back on, sir. He should be waking up soon." Bruce nodded and did as he was told.

And not a minute later did R shoot straight up. Bruce (now Batman) quickly grabbed him, stopping R from jumping away like he intended too.

"Calm down." Batman said in R's ear. "Your fine, we're at my . . . Bat-hospital."

Bruce was hugging him again, and it seemed to be helping the boy calm down some.

"Let me go," R spat coldly. "Now."

Batman let go, R didn't jump away. "That hug that happened the other day. That was a one time thing." R sounded so strained to say it. Like he didn't want to say that at all. "S-So don't do it again."

The room was filled with an awkward silence until Alfred cleared his throat.

R put his attention on the older man in the room. "My name is Agent A, young sir." R waved him a tired 'hello' then laid back down.

Agent A looked over to Batman, a look that said 'this isn't going to go well.' All over his face.

"I hope this isn't to much of an intrusion, young sir . . ." Agent A trailed off, R turned towards him, giving the man his attention. "But I need to check your eyes, so I'll need you to remove your mask."

R didn't speak, just looked between Batman and Agent A, gaping at them like a fish.

"My – My Mask?"

HEYY! I did it! Sweet! Well this chapter leads into the next so I can work faster (hopefully)

Well, I don't have anything else to say. But I hope this chap wasn't to bad!

HAVE A STAR STELLAR DAY WEEK MONTH AND YEAR!