Damian's POV

Finally he's gone. I laid back down and starred at the ceiling. My room here was a decant size and I had a decant size bed. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy living with Richard; Much better then living with Father. But, I have a splitting headache and I feel dreadful. Just to make matters worse, the headache became way worse.

Suddenly, every little sound and every bit of light hurt my head. This has never happened to me before. I coughed, did not sound pleasant, and buried my face into my pillow. I wanted to scream but I didn't want Richard to come in here and make more noise. But I broke into a coughing fit and almost couldn't breath. ((poor Dami I know how he feels)) I knew Richard was gonna come in and make it worse. I was making all the noise that made my headache worse! Isn't that bad enough? 

It felt like it dragged on forever until I stopped coughing and I took a deep breath. Luckily, all that coughing was muffled by my pillow but it still killed my head. Ugh! This headache hurt like hell! "Damian are you okay?" Richard was knocking on the door. I wanted to tell him to go away but I also wanted to tell him to get is butt in here and help his son! I suddenly broke into another coughing fit and tried to muffle it, it might be making it worse. "Damian I'm coming in okay?" He opened the door and he was probably staring at me thinking I look like an idiot and sounded like a dying bird. "Okay Damian, take your face out of the pillow. " His loud voice seemed to split my head open, or it felt tat way. "This is torture." I took my face out still coughing like a weirdo and I held my head, it was in lots of pain. "Damian? Are you okay?" I shook my head and took a deep breath has my coughing fit ended. "My head hurts, and every little noise or bit of light hurts it more." 

"Oh my gosh Dami. You're having your first migraine!" So that's what was going on! Well, it hurts. "I'm gonna leave right after this." He closed the windows and pulled the blinds down, so it was dim in the room. "Just go back to sleep or something okay Dami?" 

"okay." He left right after. I closed my eyes as my headache slowly left. 

Dick's POV

Poor Kid! He must be really sick! I called Jason to ask him what I should do. What? He's smarter then me....did I seriously just admit that? Oh well! Jason didn't answer though, instead it was Tim. "Tim where is Jason? Why do you have his phone?"

"Jason is on patrol. "

"He left his phone behind?"

"Bruce made him."

"Of course he did! He is never okay with anything any more is he?"

"He won't even let me take my utility belt anywhere except when I need it."

"God!"

"Hey, What'd you get Damian for his birthday?" ((I honestly don't know when it is, I'm making this up))

"What? His birthday isn't until September."

"Dick, it's December 18! You forgot?! Today is December 15!" 

"I did! shoot! What should I get him now?! I fail at being a Father, forgot my own kids birthday!"

"Wow, you suck."

"Not helping.bye" I hung up and started to freak out. Two days until his birthday? I thought it was in September! I'm dead! Wait! I can ran to the store or something while he's asleep right? But I should probably get medicine or something if that's my plan. But what person leaves an almost 11 year old alone sick with the flu or whatever he has?! I'm screwed!