In the warm evening light, you held your father's hand as you walked him through the silent manor. The only sounds were your footsteps and your father's cane, echoing within the empty halls.

To say Bruce felt like a failure was an understatement. Of all his children, you were the only one that didn't look at him with deep hatred.

Convincing him that you didn't find him to be a burden proved to be more than difficult. He couldn't stand the kindness in your eyes. He didn't deserve it.