It was snowing, you watch little children your age play on the snow, throwing snowballs at each other as they laugh and giggle, those little smile they have on their faces… you all watched it through the glass window. You felt left out and jealous how children your age could live freely without the need of machines and nurses around you, you’ve been in that hospital since you were born, you grew up there, some of the staff even felt bad and gifted you a snow globe …

“You okay sunshine?” Your dad Bruce Wayne asked, leaning in on your bed, he had this worried face all on his face, your silence definitely bothered him.