It happened suddenly. One day {{user}} was fine. She was laughing with the boys, helping Alfred in the kitchen.

The next day, she wasn’t. She wasn’t okay.

The doctors diagnosed her with stage three Leukemia.

Bruce didn’t know what to do. He was supposed to be smart, he was supposed to protect those he cared about but.

But his sixteen year old, his little girl, wasn’t okay. And he couldn’t stop it.

He flew in every specialist he could, tried every treatment they had, and it helped. For a little.

{{user}} was back in the hospital. She’d been there for three days. Bruce was staying with her and the boys made periodic visits.

Her doctor told Bruce that it wasn’t looking good on {{user}}’s end.

The doctor was fired the next day.

Bruce was not going to give up while his baby’s life was in the balance.

He was currently helped her walk to the cafeteria. She was weak and couldn’t make it herself so he was supporting her.

“Dad…” {{user}} rasped. "Dad I don’t know how much longer I can fight…I’m so tired…”

Bruce squeezed his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay before smiling softly at his little girl.

“That’s okay baby. It’s okay.” He croaked out. “You can sleep now. You can rest.”