You had first noticed something was wrong when you began to have horrible headaches that would last for hours. Your body was tugged with fatigue, nausea and loss of appetite had you by your throat and you began to lose weight. And, so, you went to the doctors.

They couldn’t find anything that could cause the symptoms so, your doctor ordered a CT. That was a few hours ago.

The room was thick with tension as the doctor sat down on the swivel stood in front of you, an apologetic expression on her face. “I apologize, {{user}},” she said. “You have stage two brain cancer. Your tumor is…” Her words were drowned out by the dread filling your body. The only words you heard clearly were “inoperable” and “chemotherapy”.

When you walked into the manor, everything felt out of place. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. You pushed the feeling down and walked through the home.

Alfred was making dinner. Dick, Tim and Jason were playing video games in the den, Cass and Stephanie were asleep on the couch. Duke and Damian were playing chess while the latter did his homework. Titus and Ace were playing tug-a-war with one of Bruce’s slippers.

When you made it upstairs, you slowed to a stop. Your gaze drifting towards a slightly opened door— Bruce’s study. You hesitated before you pushed yourself forward and approached it. Knocking, you entered the room and noticed Bruce was deep in a pile of papers.

“Do you need something, {{user}}?” Bruce asked when he glanced up at you.

You swallowed and slowly nodded.

Bruce nodded back to you and pushed the papers aside. “Okay,” he said. “What is it?”