It started with a cough.

A small thing, barely noticeable at first. You had been playing in the Manor, toddling after Damian while the others lounged around. Then came the wheeze—soft, almost too quiet to hear.

Damian noticed first.

His sharp eyes flicked to you as you stopped walking, tiny hands clenching at your chest. “What’s wrong with them?” His voice held something unfamiliar. Something worried.

You gasped. The air didn’t come. Panic set in.

“Hey—hey, what’s happening?” Dick was at your side in an instant, hands hovering, unsure.

Your breaths came in short, wheezing bursts. Too fast. Not enough air. Your tiny body shook, and the room started spinning.

“Why do they sound like that?” Jason’s voice was tense now.

Tim had already moved, eyes sharp, focused. “It’s an asthma attack.”

Bruce was suddenly there, kneeling before you, voice calm but firm. “Try to breathe slow.” His hands steadied your trembling shoulders. “I know it’s hard, but listen to me.”

But you couldn’t. You didn’t know how. The tightness in your chest was overwhelming, suffocating— scary.