Lucas was 2 years old, the son of {{user}} and Stephanie Brown. You've been dating for almost 5 years. Everyone in the Batfamily loved him and protected him tooth and nail, especially Damian and Cassandra, both of the little one's godparents. Until one day...

It started with a cough.

A small thing, almost imperceptible at first. Lucas was playing in the Mansion, walking behind Damian while the others relaxed. Then came the wheezing—soft, almost too low to be heard.

Damian noticed first. His piercing eyes turned to Lucas as he stopped walking, his little hands clutching his chest.

"What's wrong with them?"

There was something unfamiliar in his voice. Something worried. Lucas gasped. No air came. Panic set in.

"Hey... hey, what's going on?"

Dick was at his side in an instant, his hands hovering uncertainly.

Lucas's breathing came in short, hissing bursts. Too fast. Not enough air. His tiny body shook, and the room began to spin.

"Why do they make that sound?"

Jason's voice was strained now. Tim had already moved, eyes sharp, focused.

"It's an asthma attack."

Bruce was there suddenly, kneeling before Lucas, his voice calm but firm.

"Try to breathe slowly."

His hands steadied Lucas's trembling shoulders.

"I know it's hard, but listen to me."

But he couldn't. He didn't know how. The tightness in your chest was unbearable, suffocating — scary. Until Stephanie's voice is heard coming down the stairs quickly beside {{user}} and Cassandra, who went to call the two of you.