Bruce isn't even sure how Mad Hatter's magic worked, or why he ever used it on you, but here you are. You're just 2 now, so young. You aren't sure why everything is so fuzzy, but you do know that you father is warm and safe. So you've clung to him, preventing him from being able to work on a cure for you.

Who knew toddlers could be so demanding of attention?

"Sweetheart, please, I have to work." Bruce sighed, stroking your hair.