AN: A few people who reviewed my story Best Bros seemed to want more to do with Roy, Dick, and Wally being BFF's and brothers. So, welcome to the series called the Tenacious Trio! These will be mostly unconnected chapters involving our favorite bird, speedster, and archer with various genres :) Some might be centered more around Robin because I love him:p I also love TortureFics and SickFics, so don't be surprised if those show up a lot. Please note that Roy, Dick, and Wally might not be in all of these together. I don't have many ideas for this series so please give requests and ideas!

As for this first one, a Sickfic, I have no idea where it came from; I wrote in History class while we were watching a pointless movie soooo….yeah. I kinda remembered watching the episode "Vertigo" from The Batman and I loved how cute Robin looked when he was sick in bed, and when Batman pulled the blanket over him, I melted! So cute! Anways…

Please review!

And did anyone else see all the new pics released for the episode Misplaced? They didn't show any or Robin :'( but they showed Superboy holding a little kid and smiling! It was so cute.

~Zara

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do own a Batman pencil-holding cup thingy though I found it in Target :p

*In this story, Roy is fifteen while Dick is eight; yes, I am well aware that Roy is only five years older than Dick and that Dick met Bruce when he was nine, but I switched up stuff; their ages will be correct in future chapters, unless I mark it AU in my author's note. And I know Dick kinda knows/does stuff that not all eight-year-olds do but whatevs :D

Chapter 1: Bedridden Brothers

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff

Roy couldn't figure out how he had caught a cold. It was the freaking middle of July. And of course the cold had to strike the week that he was supposed to watch Dick while Bruce and Ollie were off at some rich-people event.

Roy pondered about all this as he got up from bed. It was Monday, and Bruce had dropped Dick off last night while the baby bird was still asleep with the usual lecture about how his son should be treated. Now, Roy rolled out of bed with a groan, heading for the bathroom across the hall in Ollie's mansion. He washed up and took a good look at his reflection in the full-wall mirror above the sink. His nose was red while the rest of his face was pale, his blue eyes were glazed over, and his red bangs were slightly matted with sweat. He sighed as he left the bathroom, looking for Dick. At least I don't have to watch Wally too…Thank God Barry isn't rich, Roy thought.

He entered the kitchen, wondering if Dick was awake yet. His question was answered when he heard the soft pitter-patter of tiny feet. He looked around to see his baby brother, clad in a pair of red footsie pajamas. Roy smiled; this kid never failed to cheer him up. He was just so darn cute: gigantic, sparkling baby blue eyes that were framed with long black eyelashes, soft ebony hair that fell to his shoulders in choppy locks, and the cutest pair of tiny baby lips.

Dick wrapped his tiny arms around Roy's leg. "Roy!" he cried, nuzzling his big brother's leg.

Roy grinned. "Hey, kiddo. Ready for some fun?" he asked.

Dick nodded eagerly but suddenly froze. "Wait! Are you sick, Roy?" he asked seriously, folding his arms and pouting adorably.

"Uhh-what makes you ask that?" Roy said.

Dick huffed. "Your voice is all scratchy and your nose is red, like mine when I get sick," he said. Roy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah kid, I've got a cold," he admitted. He turned away to cough into his arm.

Dick frowned. "Then what are you doing out of bed?" he asked, cocking his head to the right.

"Well, I can't leave you alone all day; you'll get bored," Roy said, ruffling Dick's hair.

Dick shook his head and pulled Roy's arm, leading him back to his room. "Don't worry, Roy! I won't be bored; I'll take care of you!" Dick said happily.

Roy looked skeptical. "C'mon Dick, you don't have to-" But he crumbled when Dick gave him his famous puppy-dog eyes. "Fine…" he said.

Dick jumped up and down. "Yay! Now, go lay down. I'll be right back," he said, running back into the kitchen.

Dick jumped onto the marble counter in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets. He grabbed a plastic tray and filled it with bottles of Tylenol and cough medicine, a thermometer, cough drops, a wet towel, and a box of tissues. He flipped off the counter and carefully carried the tray to Roy's room. He found Roy lying on his bed, coughing.

Dick gently propped Roy up on his many pillows. He put his tiny hand on Roy's forehead to find it quite warm. He stuck the thermometer in his brother's mouth. Roy raised an eyebrow. "You don't only have a cold, Roy. You're hot; I think you have a sinus infection," Dick explained. The thermometer beeped and Dick pulled it out. "103˚," Dick said softly, looking up at Roy. His big brother was coughing again.

Dick carefully poured out a dose of cough medicine and held it up to Roy's lips. "Drink," he ordered in an adorable yet stern voice. Roy chuckled and followed Dick's order. He made a face at the taste of the medicine and Dick giggled.

He fluffed up Roy's pillows and pushed Roy so that he was laying on them. He then proceeded to sit of Roy's chest, putting his small hands on Roy's cheeks. "Don't worry, Roy," Dick said again. "I'll take care of you just like Bruce does to me when I'm sick."

Roy smiled but stopped when he felt his nose begin to burn. He sneezed three times as Dick slipped off his chest. When his sneezing fit finally stopped, he opened his eyes to find Dick on his chest again, holding the box of tissues. He grabbed one and Roy reached for it. But Dick held it over his head, using his other hand to put Roy's arm under his blue comforter.

"No, Roy! You have to rest and stay still. That's what Bruce tells me to do," Dick said gently.

He took the tissue and dabbed at his brother's nose. But this only made Roy sneeze again. Dick sighed and stuffed the tissue against Roy's nose, frustrated. Then he saw that his brother was shivering, so he jumped up again, heading for the door. He paused.

"Are you hungry, Roy? My mamica used to make me yummy soup when I had a cold. Wait here!" Dick said, running to the kitchen.

Roy heard the child banging pots and rummaging through the refrigerator for the next few minutes. He frowned, wondering whether Dick should be using the stove by himself. Before he could decide, Dick was back, holding a cream colored bowl full of hot soup and a spoon.

He set both things down on the wooden nightstand next to Roy's bed and ran out of the room again. He returned carrying his own blanket; the one he had kept from his circus days. He tucked the blanket around Roy, who groaned.

"Dickie, that's your favorite blanket. It'll get germs all-" Roy started, but Dick put a hand on Roy's mouth.

"I want you to use it, Roy," he said quietly. Roy blinked; why'd this kid have to be so cute?

He watched as Dick brought the chair from his desk over to his bed and sat on it. He gingerly picked up the bowl of soup and the spoon. "Open up," he said, bringing the soup-filled spoon to Roy's mouth.

Roy laughed again but did as he was told. He swallowed the soup. "Dang, Dickie. This is amazing! What kind is it?" he asked Dick, who was smiling softly.

"It-it's a Romany recipe. My-my mamica used to make it and she taught me how to before she-she-" Dick stopped and shut his eyes tightly, his lips trembling.

Roy felt his heart grow heavy as he tousled Dick's hair.

"C'mere," he said gently, easily lifting the tiny acrobat off of the chair. He placed Dick on the bed with him. Roy watched as Dick held his shirt in his tiny fists, crying a bit. He curled into Roy's side as Roy gently kissed the top of his head. He put a hand on Dick's back until the quiet sobs stopped. Dick sat up, sniffing and wiping at his tears.

"Sorry," he whispered, but Roy shook his head and tried to hold the child again. Dick wriggled out of Roy's arms and landed gracefully on the floor. "You gotta sleep now, Roy, or you'll never get better. I'll read you a bedtime story!" Dick said excitedly, running out of the room yet again.

When he came back he was carrying his own red backpack. He hopped up on the bed again, rifling through the backpack. He held up a book: Robin Hood. "Do you like this one, Roy?" Dick asked. "He has the same name as me!"

Roy chuckled and nodded. Whatever made Dick happy was fine with him. Dick settled on Roy's chest again, starting to read. Roy wasn't really listening; he was watching his baby brother instead. The child was engrossed in the book. His big blue eyes moved across the page as he read, his tiny pink tongue poking out whenever he stumbled over a difficult word.

"The end! Did you like it, Roy?" Dick asked, shutting the book. He looked down at Roy to find the teenager fast asleep.

Dick giggled as he felt Roy's forehead again; it was still rather warm. Dick took the wet towel that was still resting on the tray and gently laid it on Roy's forehead. Roy sniffled and rolled to his side, making Dick slide off his chest. The boy went back into the kitchen to put the soup bowl in the dishwasher. Hmm…what does Bruce do after I fall asleep? Oh yeah, whenever I wake up he's still next to me, so he must stay with me! Dick thought. He returned to Roy's room and slid under the covers next to his big brother, dabbing at Roy's runny nose with another tissue. Before he knew it, Dick fell asleep too, snuggling up to Roy.

For the next two days, Dick continued to care for Roy, who was slowly getting better. By Thursday morning, Roy felt fine.

He woke up to find Dick next to him, sleeping soundly. Poor kid, he's probably worn out from watching me, Roy thought as he got up from the bed. He tucked Dick in and left to take a quick shower. Then he went into the kitchen to grab a piece of fruit for breakfast. He had just sat down and bitten into an apple when he heard a soft groan coming from his room. He quickly went inside to find Dick sitting up, rubbing his eyes and looking pale.

Ten minutes later, Roy held the kid tight in his lap as Dick sneezed one, two, three, four, five times. "Woy," the child moaned, his voice stuffy. "I think I'b-I'b-I'b-"Dick sneezed again and Roy tenderly wiped his tiny pink nose with a tissue. "I think I'b sick," Dick whimpered, looking up at Roy with glassy blue eyes. Roy grinned.

"Don't worry, Dickie. I'll take care of you."

Pff, yeah. Like I said, I really don't know where this came from. But my sister thought it was cute, so I hope you guys liked it too!

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