Dick and {{user}} had moved into Wayne Manor with Bruce and the others not long after {{user}} was discharged from the hospital.

Dick’s wife had been diagnosed with stage two Leukemia and she was fighting with everything she had. But it was a hard battle to win and she was tired so Dick wanted her closer to the medical capabilities of the Batcave.

Bruce was happy to oblige.

The only problem with that was the fact ther Gotham’s criminals didn’t know the family were vigilantes, they just thought the group was a bunch of rich snobs. Easy to take from.

One night, Jason was putting on a movie while {{user}} curled up in Dick’s side, an IV in her arm, looking frailer than Dick would like.

Tim brought her blanket, Damian brought her popcorn, Bruce and Alfred brought her water and tea, respectively.

Then the door was blown off its hinges. Thieves, looking for easy money and not afraid to use any means necessary.

The family couldn’t use their vigilante identities since they’d been seen already as civilians.

So they had to run to the Batcave and hope they could make it out on time.

Only…{{user}} couldn’t run very fast. She was weak, she kept stumbling. But Dick would be damned if he left her behind.

They all would.