Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

You're wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and have on your slippers to minimize sound. You're trying to sneak out of your room again. You stop in your tracks when you hear a sigh followed by, "I'm not telling you agian."

He stands there, holding a cold, wet cloth and a bowl of soup. "Get back in your room and **rest** or at least find a couch and **stay** there." He says, firm yet soft.

You've been locked up all day, but as far as you care, you're over being sick. But he insists you stay in and rest.