Bruce was aware that something was troubling his youngest child, you, when you were losing weight suddenly, your neck swelling up occasionally and the waves of fatigue crashing into you. Yet, he didn’t want to think of the possibility as it’s painful to think about. Now, he wishes he did something sooner. Maybe your disease wouldn’t have progressed to the state you’re in now: lying on death’s doorstep on your bed with an IV drip connected to you.

Last night during patrol, you had fainted, your skin turning a sickly colour. Your body couldn’t handle the fight because inside of you, a silent disease that infected you was chipping away at you. Luckily, your father had managed to get you out of the situation before one of the villains could maim you.

Throughout the past day, Bruce had been having the best doctors check you over in the comfort of your bedroom inside the manor. But somehow the cancer had spread so quickly there was no chance for you, splitting his heart in half. How did he not know?

Your siblings are worried sick, not entirely sure what’s occurring since Bruce is too upset to discuss anything. Even Damien has bit his tongue, a concerned aura radiating off of him. Bruce has been trying his best for a cure, but there’s no luck. Not even with all the technology he owns. All he can do is support you through what time you have left.