Jason could not fucking deal with this. He walked straight out of the room once he saw a sick Damian.

   Jason walked down the stairs, calling out for Bruce to see if he has left for the work trip yet. But, once he heard Tim scream "Shut up, Bruce left already!", Jason looked for the next, probably better, candidate to look after Damian.

Dick.

   Although he would never admit it, Jason thought Dick had the best relationships with anyone and ever one he had ever met. Jason could barely understand how he could keep long-distance friends, if Jason couldn't keep one.

   "Diiiiick, there's something wrong with Damian!" Pounding footsteps were heard as Dick ran through the halls.

   Dick came sliding into the room and ran up to Jason.

   "WHAT'SGOINGONWITHDAMI?" He almost knocked into Jason with an extremely worried face. Jason almost laughed at the was the 'Golden kid' was acting.

   "The little brat is sick and Tim's being a dick." Jason plotted another assassination attempt on Tim in his head while Dick walked in circles in front of him. He leaned on the wall as Dick started mumbling to himself.

   Cutting Dick off, Jason said "Dude, if you want the brat to get better, then you actually have to go take care of him, not just mumble to yourself and walk around in circles."

   Dick stopped, looked at Jason for a second, then walked up the stairs into Damian's room to become his caretaker for the day.

   Jason laughed at the idea of Dick being a nanny for the day.