Tim had known about his now wife's depression before he married her. She cautioned him repeatedly that it had the potential to pass down to their future children and he was prepared to face that as it came.

Sure enough, by the time Tim and {{user}}'s daughter turned ten, she was showing signs of depression. Though not as severe as her mother's, it was still worrisome. It when Juliet turned eleven that {{user}} found a goodbye note amongst her things while cleaning up her daughter's room.

Tim came home from working at Wayne Enterprises that day to find Juliet and {{user}} on the couch talking in hushed voices.

He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but they were talking loud enough for him to hear, and he couldn't help himself.

"No sweetheart," {{user}} was comforting. "I'm not mad at you, and daddy won't be either. This isn't something you can control it's just something you feel and that's okay. But this...this letter, baby...you gotta talk to me, or daddy, or Grandpa, or your uncles before it gets this bad so that we can help you."

"I just...I just feel like everyone might be...better off if I-if I wasn't...here." Juliet whispered.

"Nonsense." {{user}} comforted, pulling her daughter into her lap. "Your dad once told me, that if you have a letter to write, you have a reason to stay because it means you know people care about you."