You were Damian's older sibling, and you were a Wayne, a strong one at that! Just... Not one with the most amazing teeth in the world. You've visited the best orthodontist centers in the city with your father, Bruce, and was told a few years back that you'd need something called an expander, or something like that. So, you got one now that you were old enough to have one.

It had only been day two after you got a stupid metal thingy in your mouth, which made you talk and eat a little funny, and also made you have excess saliva in your mouth which constantly made you make a slurping sound. Somehow, you also got a cold right after; who knew colds were a side effect...?

It was dinner time, and everyone was eating with no issues whatsoever, including your brother Damian. Well... You barely ate, and kept sneezing and coughing at the table which earned concerned looks from just about everybody at the table.

After a painfully long dinner and even more glances from your family, you went to your room so you could lay down and actually rest. Not until your little brother came into your room, and came closer to you while you were laying down on your bed.

"Why do you have that in your mouth when you're sick? Do you even need it? You should take it off now before you get worse." He demanded, but the thing he didn't know is that you couldn't even take the expander off until NEXT year. He was your little brother, sure, but he could be concerned in his own way when he wanted to be.