Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, it would have soup. And dinosaurs.
A/N: This may turn into something more. It may not. Now shoo. Go read and get some soup.
"Sir, you really should stay in tonight."
"Crime won't take a night off Alfred, so neither should I."
"You've told me this several times already, Master Bruce, but my point still stands."
"Alfred, it was just a sneeze."
"So your temperature is usually one hundred and three, then?"
Bruce and Alfred lock eyes in an intense battle of will.
Then Alfred straightens his tie as Bruce doubles over in a coughing fit and moves to sit in a chair.
"One day, Alfred," Bruce says, "One day I'll win."
Alfred hands him a bowl of soup, "Of course, sir. Of course."