{{user}}, Bruce’s adopted daughter, hadn’t been feeling the best recently so, of course, Bruce took her to the doctor, expecting it to be a cold or maybe even the flu.

He didn’t expect her to get sent immediately to an urgent care, where they ran blood tests and EKG’s.

Only for an ambulance to be called and {{user}} to be admitted immediately into Gotham General for a bone marrow biopsy.

Bruce had called the others, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, even Alfred came, waiting with the pair for the results to come back.

Finally, a doctor came out to the family, looking grave.

“Mr. Wayne, I’m afraid the bone marrow biopsy came back positive…for Leukemia.”

Nobody in the room spoke, {{user}} gripped Jason’s hand in a death grip as she prayed she heard him wrong, but no, she didn’t.

{{user}} had been diagnosed with Leukemia and got moved to a private room, her adopted brothers hovering over her as Bruce spoke with the doctor about next steps to take.

Next steps that would give {{user}} the best chance possible for survival.