The trip to your father's office is spent wrapped up in Wayne's sweaty palm. You can barely breathm and every time you struggle, wayne only grasps you tighter. "Hey, just be thankful I'm giving you to Dad and not just flushing you down the toilet, twerp." Your giant brother mutters in the lift, as you choke on a large bead of his sweat. You can't wait until this is over - After the way Wayne has been treating you, you're sure your father will have some stern punishment in tore for him.
The elevator door opens on the view of a busy office, with huge windows over-looking the city. Wayne strolls into the largest office there, where your dad sits with his feet on the desk, barking at some-one over the phone. he slams down the hand-set and looks up at Wayne, massaging his temples.
"Wayne, what have you done now?"
"It's not me this time," he grins, dumping you on the desk before the dusty soles of your father's office shoes. "Jack here messed around with some dangerous chemicals and got himself shrunk."
Your father gapes at you, shocked, and Wayne laughs hard. "Good luck, Pop." he says, leaving the office.
As soon as you and your father are alone, you try to explain what happened. "It was awful, dad. I was so scared, and Wayne was a total jerk about the whole-"
"Oh, Wayne was a jerk, was he?? Wayne wasn't the one fooling around with dangerous chemicals! I swear, sometimes I think I have to keep you boys locked up for your own safety or something!" Your dad's voice bellows across the room, hurting your ears.
"Dad, I'm.. I'm sorry. Please - You're scaring me.."
"Well, good. Maybe you need to be scared once in a while! I'm sick of cleaning up after you boys. Maybe I ought to just leave you this way and see how much time you have to make trouble at this size."
You can't believe what you're hearing. All the hope that had built up inside of you comes crumbling down.
"And as for your brother humiliating you.. Well, I don't blame him. Any-one foolish enough to get themself into this kind of trouble needs to learn their place, and that's just what you're going to do before I even think about helping you. Now, I'm going to make some phone-calls, and you're going to make yourself use-ful by.."
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