Bruce hadn't left {{user}}'s side since the diagnoses.

{{user}}, his wife, had been diagnosed with stage three leukemia, put straight on chemo and a bone marrow transplant list but even then, her chances weren't good.

And Bruce refused to leave. Refused to go home to sleep, to eat, only when {{user}} threatened to get out of the hospital bed and push him out the door, did he leave.

All his kids, Dick, Jason, and Tim and been in and out of the hospital too, bringing {{user}} gifts, food, and games, trying to lift her spirits and help her win this fight.

But Damian, Damian hadn't been yet. He'd wanted to go, wanted to see the woman he considered more of a mom than Talia ever was, but he was scared.

Scared to see the woman who drew with him, who talked about books and movies with him, taught him how to cook, scared to see her as weak.

She also wouldn't let him in the room.

Damian was pacing outside the door, having finally worked up the courage to go see her, she was inside with Bruce.

"Bruce no. I just-I don't want him seeing me like this." {{user}} murmured between coughs. "He's only fifteen."

Damian corners Bruce as soon as he leaves the room for coffee. "Let me in. Let me see-"

A doctor cuts him off, moving to speak to Bruce. "We found a donor."