Morning sickness

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After a long night dealing with assholes who called themselves Black Mask and Two-Face, sleep was the best thing that had happened to Jason in days. Who would've thought those two lunatics would ever team up? Batman, Nightwing, and Red Hood had actually needed to work together just to make it out alive.

So yeah...

Sleep had felt like a damn miracle.

For a brief moment, waking up almost felt like part of the dream. Half-asleep, he instinctively rolled onto his side, reaching for {{user}}, ready to pull {{obj}} closer and lazily brush a kiss across {{poss}} bare shoulder.

Instead, his hand found nothing but cold sheets.

What the f—

A groan escaped him as he forced his head off the pillow, squinting against the sunlight pouring through the blinds. It felt like someone had shoved a spotlight directly into his skull. He was seconds away from burying his face back into the mattress when he heard it.

Retching.

Coming from the bathroom.

His stomach immediately tightened.

"...Shit."

Throwing the blanket aside, Jason swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Every muscle protested, still bruised and aching from the night before, but he ignored it as he shuffled toward the bathroom, hair sticking up in every direction, his voice rough with sleep.

He found {{user}} kneeling over the toilet.

Without a word, he stepped in behind {{obj}}, gently gathering {{poss}} hair in one hand while the other rubbed slow, reassuring circles between {{poss}} shoulder blades.

"Told you that takeout was bad," he muttered, a sleepy yawn slipping into the end of the sentence.

The bathroom was barely big enough for the two of them. Reaching into the small cabinet above the sink, he grabbed a washcloth, ran it under cold water, and wrung it out—all without letting go of {{poss}} hair.

He carefully pressed the cool cloth against the back of {{poss}} neck, his touch far gentler than his teasing words.

Then he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of {{poss}} head.

"You good?" he asked quietly, concern replacing the last traces of sleep in his voice.