#dani and jazz: we trust red hood with our lives and identities 👍

[demonic0angel]

Can you please do a sick/comfort fic in the Dani is Pup au?

(Hell yeah I can)

Pup sneezed.

Red Hood turned in her direction for a moment. This was the fifth time she had sneezed in the last 20 minutes, and frankly, if he wasn't worried about her, he was worried about the state of her helmet's insides.

"... You alright there, Pup?" He asked.

She nodded, sniffling loudly. "Yeah. I'm just fine."

He narrowed his eyes. Usually, she had a voice modifier to change her voice, but as he was starting to look for clues, he was beginning to notice the hoarse edge to her voice.

"You're sick," he deadpanned, standing up and striding over to her. She didn't even react, only giving a thin whine as he pulled her up and took off a glove to check against her neck.

Hot.

Fuck. She probably a fever.

Red Hood hauled her up into his arms and opened the office door to call out, "Wolf! Emergency!"

"Boss? Do you need help?" Dave, one of his men nearby, asked, looking worriedly at the limp Pup in his arms.

"Nah, it's... family business," Red Hoof said, patting Pup's back. She sniffled again and just laid in his arms, docile. He felt sad for her, and guilty for not realizing sooner. After all, she had stayed up with him for the entire night while Wolf had been completing other business. She probably wouldn’t have gotten sick until he kept her up.

"Hood! What's wrong?" Wolf asked, marching over before she gasped at the sight of Pup in his arms. "What's wrong?" She asked again, her voice in a coo.

"I think she's sick," Red Hood said, as he ushered them inside of his office. "I noticed that she was sneezing and her voice was off. Her skin also feels hot— I think she might have a fever, I'm sorry."

Wolf carried Pup in her arms, holding her securely and silently before she unzipped Pup's jacket. Pup had her arms wrapped around herself, shivering. Wolf then turned to Red Hood and as she tossed Pup's jacket onto the back of the office chair, said, "Take off your jacket."

Red Hood blinked. "Pardon?"

"And your armor too— are you okay with taking off your armor?"

Red Hood nodded and hesitantly did so, leaving himself in his skintight spandex and pants. His helmet stayed on, but he took off his holsters since it seemed as though that was the direction they were headed. With one hand, Wolf pushed him onto the couch and then gently placed Pup in his grasp. Pup gave another whine, and Red Hood tensed.

“What?” He blurted, as Wolf took his jacket and then popped off Pup’s helmet with the other hand. Black hair scattered across his vision before Pup was covered by his jacket, too quick for him to see her face.

“Wait!” He cried and Wolf paused. Red Hood squirmed with the weight of Pup on top of him. “My jacket’s sweaty.”

Wolf was still for a moment before she unzipped her own jacket. Red Hood stared speechlessly at the expanse of skin he saw before Wolf switched jackets and layered hers over Pup’s, taking Red Hood’s as her own.

“You stay here with Pup while I go out and buy medicine. Just comfort her and hold her for a little while, she gets clingy when sick. Also—” Wolf put a hand on Red Hood’s shoulder. “I trust you with her and her identity, okay? So just relax and watch over her.”

Then while still clad in his jacket like it was nothing, she strode out of the room, leaving Pup still laying on his chest like a baby while unmasked, sick, and completely vulnerable.

Red Hood stared into nothing, mind completely blown into space. He awkwardly patted Pup’s hair (hair!! It was her hair!!) when she grumbled in her fever induced dreams.

He was sure of it.

These two were going to be the death of him.