Damian sighed as he looked to the couch in the living room from the hallway. There lied the bane of his existence. The seven year old girl looked miserable. She was covered with at least three blankets from what he could see. A rash covered every inch of her skin, and he almost felt bad for her. He had always assumed that when he left Ra's that he would find his father alone, or at least with a partners, but never with a family. He had slowly gotten used to them being around, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. He felt sure that the Amazon had been brought into his life to make him miserable, even if Diana did manage to make his father happy. But, their daughter was so much worse. She had their father around her little finger, and at first, others might have called it cute, but now it was a nuisance. Damian snarled, "What do you want, Amazon?"

"It's Diana, but you knew that and I will excuse your less than stellar behavior," Diana stood toe to toe with Damian, although he was quite a bit shorter than her. He was staring her down as if he towered over her. Diana smirked at his persistence, knowing that he had learned better than to challenge her, "You are going to be watching your sister tonight."

"That's not fair! I am supposed to go on my first solo patrol tonight. Dad promised," His voice cracked as he spoke. In that moment, Diana noted how he dropped any pretentiousness. He normally was a little demon, but that didn't mean that she didn't love him as she did Dick, Jason, or Tim. She felt bad for him. Diana knew that patrol as Robin meant the world to Damian. He wanted to inherit his father's empire. He probably would. Legitimate or not, Damian had more of a passion for the cowl than any of his siblings, granted he didn't have the moral compass his father did. He was much more willing to kill. Something Diana understood. She was not quite as moral as Bruce. She didn't like to take life, but she would to keep those that she loved safe.

"I know your father promised, and it will still happen soon, but tonight your sister needs you. She is sick, and Alfred is on his yearly vacation to Europe. I would stay with her, but I have an embassy meeting that has been rescheduled five times already, and you have met my mother. You understand what I am dealing with. Damian, your little sister is counting on you," Diana sighed as he scowled and started to walk away from her. She sighed, "Damian, please do this just this once. I will be back by midnight or one. I will break every speed limit if I have to so you can get your patrol, but until then…."

"I never said I wouldn't do it. I was going upstairs to get my homework, but it's nice to hear an Amazon beg a man," Damian smirked as he saw a little bit of rage on Diana's face. He knew he had gotten under her skin.

Diana calmed herself, knowing it was better to just ignore Damian that to let him get a rise out of her, "Check her temperature in an hour. She might need more acetaminophen. I made an herbal tea and a soup for her from some herbs from Themiscrya. She hasn't been able to eat yet. It think you can handle that. Oh, and don't let her scratch her chicken pox."

"I think I can handle a seven year old," Damian walked up the stairs, granted he was still moping about missing out on his first solo patrol. His father had promised him all of east side on his own. Damian knew about what happened with Tim when he went solo. He knew about the Joker and how he tried to make Tim into a Joker Junior. He also knew about Jason's death. This was a big deal that his father was trusting him enough for this. He should have been angrier at the Amazon for ruining this for him, but it seemed like she legitimately cared that he was missing this. He walked into his room, grabbing the book from his desk. He looked out the window, seeing the symbol already gracing the sky. He could leave right now and they would never have to know, but he heard his name.

Damian ran down the stairs, entering the living room. He sighed as he saw the young girl trying so hard not to scratch. She was crying, her words running together as she tried to tell him what was wrong, "Calm down, twerp. You need you just lay down and rest….or eat this soup. It has chicken."

"I don't want it then. A chicken already gave me these pox, and I just want to feel better, Dami," the older boy cringed at the nickname. He hated when she called him that, but he wasn't going to contest it with her so sick.

"A chicken didn't give you the pox, twerp," Damian took a deep breath, knowing he would have to face the wrath of both Diana and his father if he upset his sister, "You got them from a virus. Probably from one of those little virus bags at your day care. So, you should eat your soup so you can get better."

"Will you stay with me?" Damian shook his head as his baby sister gave him the puppy dog pout.

He motioned for her to scoot over as he pulled her into his lap, "I am not going anywhere."

Diana arrived back at the Manor later that night. She knew she was later than she had originally said, but she could quickly see that it didn't matter anymore. There was an empty bowl of soup on the coffee table, and the brother and sister were both asleep on the couch. She smiled, "I'm proud of you Damian."

She smiled, pushing his hair out of his face. She leaned over, kissing her daughter's forehead, "Goodnight little princess. I love you."