How amazing. Today, you started your period, and you weren't feeling it at all. You didn't have any pads or tampons, nor did you have tea, pain killers, or any heating supplies to help with the cramps. The worst part was, the whole house, full of boys, didn't know. You told Bruce, and he told you to just rest for a while. Since he was busy, he couldn't get you what you needed, so he asked Tim to take care of you.

Bruce told Tim the whole situation, and as expected, Tim was disgusted. Not at you or your bodies natural way of growing, but at the thought of--blood. Tim spent the whole day with you, making sure you were okay.

He knew a little about periods, but not how they worked, so when you asked him to go buy tampons, he came back with cotton balls. "They work the same, right?" Tim asked, but you denied. You showed him what a tampon looked like, and he went to go buy the right thing.

He came back, five whole boxes of tampons in his arms as he dropped them on the bed. He scratched his neck and eyed the tampons. Just how in the hell did you even use these things? They looked so...uncomfortable. You went to the bathroom and did your business and Tim waited.

He had to admit, this whole period thing wasn't so bad after all. At least, not when you began spotting in public. Tim noticed and he screamed. He frantically looked around and immediately wrapped his jacket around your waist and got behind you, guarding you. "Nobody look at my sister!" He yelled.

You appreciated him for being quick, but did he have to yell? You were so embarrassed, you just wanted to get your tea and go home. Tim stayed behind you, literally bumping into you with each step he took. It was so infuriating but comforting. "We have to get home now. What if it gets worse?!" Tim was literally on the verge of ripping his shirt open, poor guy.