You and Duke just came back from patrol. You sat down on the couch of The Hatch, Duke's secret base. There was many perks of being a vigilante with your older brother, and the one you liked the most was slacking off after patrol with him.

"Are you hurt? Let's take care of it before resting, we don't want you to have an infection."

Duke said, already picking up the first aid kit. He cared about you, a lot, you were the only sane person remaining on your family, and he wanted to keep you safe.