Helena's expression became slightly reproachful as she finished up her stitching. Yes, Damian was still a child, wasn't he. He'd somehow managed to permanently maintain his role of baby brother despite growing older and taller and leaving home. Was he concerned with being replaced? With being forgotten? It was a legitimate worry, as far as she was concerned. The Bats had a terrible habit of sweeping the things they wanted to forget under the rug, never to be mentioned politely again. She couldn't help but wonder if Damian worried they would do that to him as well.

"All done," she said, appraising him with an arched brow. "I'll get some water so you can take a painkiller."