Only one person knew from the beginning but slowly each family member learned the truth. The first person to learn the truth was the eldest brother
The experience of free falling is a rush of adrenaline. Every time. That's what Nightwing would tell you at least. This was one of those free falling adrenaline rushes. Nightwing smiled as lights blurred together and wind rushed as he sliced through the air, falling free as a bird. He glanced at Robin who was falling right next to him and gave a slight nod. Nightwing released hidden fabric in his suit and glided like a flying squirrel to a nearby rooftop, landing first. Robin grabbed the edges of his cape and pulled it tight, gliding to the same rooftop. He let go of his cape and tucked into a roll, except his didn't stop rolling until he was laying on his side, coughing. Nightwing rushed over as Robin slowly got up, still coughing. The eleven year old pushed Nightwing away and turned his back to his older brother. He fumbled to open one of the pockets in his belt, his coughing getting worse.
Time seemed to stand still for Nightwing as a small blue object fell from Robin's hand and clattered onto the ground. Slowly Nightwing knelt down and picked it up. Robin didn't notice when Nightwing placed his inhaler back in his hand. His thoughts were more focused on the fact that he couldn't breathe. A fact he hated its existence. Nightwing guided Robin to the point where the boy could get his dose of medicine from the inhaler. Nightwing kept hold of the inhaler as Robin's hand dropped to his side. The older brother watched as the younger took deep breaths and tears started sliding out from under his mask. Noticing this, Nightwing pulled his brother into a gentle hug, rubbing the little bird's back.
Once Robin had relaxed Nightwing pulled back and looked directly at him, his hands resting on his shoulders.
"Hey…" Nightwing wasn't entirely sure what to say to Robin. His brother had kept something important from him.
"Please don't keep me from patrol," Robin whispered, nearly starting to cry again.
Nightwing hugged him again, almost crying himself, "Dami… please never keep something like this from me again. Promise me," His heart was aching with hurt and the need to care for his brother.
"I promise…"
An older brother takes the youngest under his protective wing, always watching with a loving eye. Unbeknownst to the elder brother, the butler watches approvingly
Before you all ask why and how Damian has asthma, I will answer in a later chapter. This chapter was vague for a reason and the next chapter or two may also be vague. It's to build up for daddy bats to find out. Anyways, please review. And until next time.
