Assistant: Bruce Wayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before addressing you with a measured tone. "... Care to enlighten me on why Damian felt the need to inform me about your attempt at sneaking out?" His quirked brow signaled his inquiry. Seated on the room's couch, Damian perched on the arm of a chair, displaying little reaction as your gaze met his. "Don't give me that look. Naturally, I had to inform our father," he stated matter-of-factly.

Dick, arms folded across his chest, took a moment to inhale before delivering a mild scolding. "I mean, I know you can be a bit reckless, but seriously, what were you thinking?" Though often light-hearted, Dick's demeanor shifted when it came to your well-being, revealing his overprotective brotherly instincts. Leaning against the doorframe, Jason clicked his tongue. "I can't say I'm shocked that the brat pulled something like this," he mused, idly toying with a switchblade.

Lastly, Tim, seated in another chair, focused on his laptop, calmly suggested, "Perhaps we should enhance security to prevent a recurrence." His gaze shifted towards Bruce, their collective attention fixed on the patriarch. All eyes were on you, awaiting an explanation.
User: Elliot: *Elliot sat there in the chair as they lectured him, giggling a little like a manic to himself as he found it all funny,*

*why he tried to sneak out? That was anybody’s guess, Elliot didn’t even really know, it was pure impulse really, something he had always struggled with, he even put his hand on the stove once and tried to stick a fork in the toaster just because he was curious,* 

*did he regret any of it though? Nope, not one bit, he’d definitely do it again. And Elliot was surprisingly good at sneaking out, well, until he hit the fence, he was still trying to figure that one out,*

*plus the faces his brothers and father made when they realized he was outside or snuck away was pretty funny, and when he was caught he’d run away around the manor, he was a little handful.*
Assistant: Bruce's frown deepened as he watched Elliot's carefree reaction. The lines on his forehead etched deeper, reflecting both frustration and concern. "Elliot," he began, his voice stern, "this isn't a game. Do you have any idea the risks you take every time you do something like this?"

Dick, unable to suppress a chuckle at Bruce's seriousness juxtaposed with Elliot's giggles, shook his head. "You know, you really are something else," he remarked, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his tone. "But we can't always play catch-and-find with you. One day, your curiosity might get you into serious trouble."

Jason rolled his eyes, stepping forward and grabbing Elliot's shoulder gently yet firmly, ensuring they were paying attention. "Do you think it's funny? Because if you think getting yourself in a heap of danger is hilarious, you better believe I'll be the one laughing when I save your sorry ass again," he declared with a mix of sarcasm and genuine affection hidden behind his tough exterior.

Tim, always the tech-savvy one, closed his laptop with a sigh. "Elliot, we all love you. But you need to understand why we do what we do. Testing boundaries is one thing, but you went too far. We're just trying to keep you safe," he implored, his eyes softening.

Damian, remaining ever watchful, finally spoke up. "Elliot, if you need to escape, tell us why. Running off without explanation only makes us worry more. I'm sure we'll find a solution that doesn't involve you climbing fences or getting hurt."

Bruce took a step back, crossing his arms as he surveyed his sons' attempts to reason with Elliot. "Ultimately, we're a family, and families look out for each other, even if it means being firm. We just want you to be safe, Elliot," he said, his tone softening slightly as he focused on his youngest child.

The room's tension eased slightly, the collective attention still on Elliot, awaiting his next impulsive response or perhaps a rare moment of understanding.
User: Elliot: *after todays lecture, one of many, Elliot wandered around the manor entertaining himself for a bit but he started feeling under the weather again, like a persistent flu that came and went,*

*so Elliot made his way to his fathers office again, his usually mischievous and childlike cheerful demeanor visibly dampened as he quietly came up to Bruce’s side, hugging his leg, nuzzling his freckled face against his side, seeking comfort,* 

*when Elliot felt sick or was in pain he didn’t talk much, became more nonverbal which made it harder to figure out what was wrong,*

*he hated when he felt like this.. which was starting to be more often then not, it felt like a flu, looked like a flu, but was definitely going on much longer then one, he even lost a bit of weight, it wasn’t like Elliot was exposed to anybody else that could’ve gotten him sick, seeing as the only people he interacted with was his father, brothers and Alfred.*
Assistant: Bruce, deep in concentration over a stack of paperwork, initially didn't register the gentle tug at his leg. But as Elliot's small arms wrapped around him and the soft nuzzle against his side grew insistent, he paused. Looking down, Bruce's heart clenched at the sight. He could immediately tell something was amiss; Elliot didn't approach him like this unless something was very wrong.

*Gently, Bruce scooped Elliot up and placed him on his lap, holding them close with an arm around their chubby form.* "Hey there, buddy," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically tender. "What's going on? Not feeling well?" Bruce's calculating eyes scanned over Elliot's freckled face, noting the pallor and the slight sheen of sweat on their forehead. 

*With a subtle press of a button on his desk, Bruce summoned Alfred.* "Alfred, can you bring some water and the thermometer, please?" His voice didn't carry the usual commanding tone; it was layered with concern.

While waiting for Alfred, Bruce ran his fingers soothingly through Elliot's curly, light pink hair, mindful of their sensitive scalp. "Talk to me, Elliot. Can you tell me where it hurts?" He tried to coax as much information as he could, knowing how difficult it was for Elliot to express themselves when they felt this way.

*Moments later, Alfred entered the room with his usual efficiency, carrying a tray with a glass of water, the thermometer, and some basic medical supplies.* "Master Elliot, let's see what's troubling you," Alfred said gently, his tone filled with warmth. He handed the thermometer to Bruce and waited to assist further.

As Bruce gently placed the thermometer under Elliot's tongue, his free hand continued to stroke Elliot's hair, hoping the familiar motion would provide some comfort. The rest of the family would need to be informed soon; this persistent flu-like condition was becoming increasingly concerning. For now, Bruce focused entirely on Elliot, his protective instincts fully engaged.
User: Elliot: *elliot shrugged a little, it was always difficult for him to voice when something hurt or he wasn’t feeling well, earlier he was running around the manor like usual attempting his latest escape attempt and now he just felt.. so exhausted, like he had the flu or something,*

“Uhm.. inside..” *elliot mumbled out after a few moments with the thermometer, there was just this dull pain under his skin, like as if he could feel his bones, but it didn’t feel like growing pains, it made him feel even worse,*

*he liked his fathers hands, big, warm and rough, elliot remembers those same hands holding him, patting his back when he would cry because he didn’t understand something, it always made him feel more at ease.*
Assistant: Bruce's brows furrowed as he listened to Elliot's vague description of the pain. "Inside," he repeated quietly, the word sticking in his mind like a thorn. He could feel the weight of Elliot's exhaustion as they leaned more heavily against him. The thermometer beeped, signaling it had finished its reading. Bruce pulled it out, his eyes narrowing at the elevated temperature displayed.

*Alfred, ever the observant butler, caught the numbers over Bruce's shoulder.* "Master Bruce, perhaps it would be prudent to have Dr. Leslie Thompkins take a look at Master Elliot. This persistent condition is worrying," he suggested softly, his concern hidden under his professional demeanor.

Bruce nodded, his grip on Elliot tightening just slightly in a protective manner. "Yes, Alfred. I'll call her immediately." He gently shifted Elliot so they were sitting more comfortably on his lap, still close enough to feel the warmth and solidity of his presence.

During the short wait for Dr. Leslie's arrival, Bruce continued to gently rub Elliot's back, his hand moving with practiced ease over the small, round body. "You're a tough kid, you know that?" Bruce said, his voice a mix of pride and worry. "We'll figure out what's going on. Just hang in there, okay?"

Soon enough, Dr. Leslie arrived, carrying her medical bag. She approached with a kind smile, her demeanor calm and reassuring. "Hello, Elliot. I hear you're not feeling too well. Do you mind if I take a look at you?" she asked gently, knowing how to approach children with sensitivity. 

*Bruce carefully passed Elliot to Dr. Leslie, staying close by to provide moral support, while Alfred handed her the medical supplies she might need.* Dr. Leslie began her examination, her touch gentle and methodical. She looked into Elliot's eyes, checked their throat, listened to their breathing, and finally began palpating different areas to determine where the pain might be localized.

"Does this hurt?" she asked, pressing lightly on specific areas, her clinical yet compassionate eyes watching for any signs of discomfort from Elliot. Bruce's anxiety was palpable, but he kept his focus on Elliot, doing his best to reassure them with his calm presence.
User: Elliot: *while Elliot shook his head no, as it didn’t hurt when she pressed against his skin even in specific areas, the pain was inside a dull constant ache under his skin, but bruises started to form even from gentle presses against his skin,* 

*while Elliot didn't like most doctors, they scared him with their white coats and needles, he did like Dr. Leslie, she was nice,* 

*he didn’t know why he’d been feeling like this lately, but he didn’t like it not one bit, but his body already did things he often didn’t didn't, like when he had those absent seizures, he was so young yet it was his own body that often was against him.*
Assistant: Dr. Leslie's eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the bruises forming on Elliot's skin from her gentle presses. Concern weighed heavily on her features as she glanced back at Bruce. "Bruce, these bruises... combined with the fatigue, persistent 'flu-like' symptoms, and the pain inside, we need to run some tests," she said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument. 

Bruce's jaw tightened, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But he nodded, trusting Leslie's expertise. "Whatever you need to do, Leslie. Just… let's get to the bottom of this."

*Alfred, sensing the gravity of the situation, immediately began making arrangements.* "I'll prepare a room for any required procedures and ensure the necessary equipment is brought in," he stated, already moving swiftly to ensure everything was set up.

Dr. Leslie directed her attention back to Elliot, her expression softening. "Elliot, we're going to do a few more tests to see why you're feeling this way. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but I'll be right here the whole time, okay?" She smiled warmly, trying to reassure the child.

Bruce continued to hold Elliot close, his presence a steadying force. "You're going to be alright, Elliot. We're all here with you," he whispered, stroking their hair gently. 

Soon, the tests began. Dr. Leslie carefully drew some blood samples, her hands steady, movements gentle, making sure to explain every step she took to keep Elliot calm. Each needle stick was met with Bruce's comforting words and soothing touches, ensuring Elliot never felt alone or too scared.

After the blood samples, Dr. Leslie ordered a few other diagnostic tests to get a clearer picture of what might be going on. Bruce stayed by Elliot's side through it all, his protective instincts fully engaged.

As they waited for the results, Dr. Leslie sat down with Bruce, her expression serious. "Bruce, if my suspicions are correct, we might be looking at something more serious than a persistent flu. The symptoms align with some more concerning conditions. We'll have to wait for the test results, but we need to be prepared for all possibilities," she said, her tone solemn.

Bruce's grip tightened on Elliot's hand, his mind racing but his exterior remaining calm for their sake. "We'll face whatever comes, Leslie. Just find out what's wrong," he replied, his eyes never leaving Elliot, who sat quietly, their small form leaning into Bruce for comfort.

The Wayne Manor, usually a fortress of safety and control, now felt heavy with uncertainty, the silence stretching out as they waited for answers.

Dr. Leslie gave a reassuring nod before she stepped out to expedite the test results. The room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the equipment. Bruce's mind raced, piecing together every symptom, every moment of Elliot's discomfort, while his hand continued to absently stroke Elliot's hair.

*Dick, having overheard the conversation from outside the office, quietly entered.* He placed a comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder, his usually bright eyes now dimmed with concern. "Hey, what did Dr. Leslie say?" he asked softly, trying not to add to the tension.

Bruce sighed deeply. "She's running some tests. She doesn't like what she's seeing, Dick. It could be something... serious."

Dick's expression hardened, a rare look of vulnerability flickering across his features. "We'll get through this, Bruce. We're the Wayne family. We can handle anything," he said, though his voice betrayed a hint of desperation.

*Tim, having been alerted by Alfred, also entered, his eyes darting between Bruce and Dick.* "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, his usual analytical calm slightly frayed at the edges. "Maybe I can pull up some medical research, find similar cases?"

Bruce shook his head. "Not right now, Tim. We need to wait for Leslie's tests. Stay close. I might need you."

Tim nodded, understanding the weight of the situation, and took a seat nearby, his laptop at the ready but untouched. His eyes were fixed on the small figure in Bruce's lap, worry etched into his usually composed face.

*Jason burst into the room next, his concern masked by a facade of anger.* "Why wasn’t I told sooner? What the hell is going on?" he demanded, though his voice softened as he took in the scene. 

Bruce gave Jason a look that spoke volumes. "Jason, now's not the time. We're waiting for test results. Just... stay here. We need to be with Elliot," he said, his voice a low growl.

Jason's anger dissipated as quickly as it came. He approached, standing beside Dick, his eyes softening as they landed on Elliot. "Alright, I'm here. Whatever it takes," he muttered, his tough exterior cracking.

*Damian was the last to join, his face a mask of stoicism.* He positioned himself silently at the edge of the group, his eyes never leaving Elliot. Though he said nothing, his presence was a clear testament to his concern and readiness to act.

The room, once echoing with stern lectures and sibling banter, now held a somber weight, each family member surrounding Elliot with a fierce, protective love. They were a unit, ready to face whatever came next together, their unspoken solidarity a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Dr. Leslie returned after what felt like an eternity, her expression grave as she entered the room. She carried a clipboard, her eyes scanning the information before meeting Bruce's steely gaze. "Bruce, I've expedited the tests, and we have the preliminary results," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "Elliot's symptoms align with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. It's a type of cancer that affects the blood and bone marrow."

A collective gasp filled the room. Tim's usually steady hands began to tremble, his fingers hovering over the keyboard uselessly. Dick's face paled, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by a look of sheer horror. Jason clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his emotions. Damian, though remaining composed, tightened his jaw, his eyes narrowing with a fierce determination.

Bruce's world threatened to shatter, but he held it together for Elliot's sake. "What's the next step, Leslie?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within.

Dr. Leslie took a deep breath, her eyes softening. "Elliot will need to be hospitalized for further testing and immediate treatment. Chemotherapy will be the primary course of action. The good news is that with timely treatment, the prognosis can be favorable. But it's going to be a tough road ahead."

Bruce nodded, his mind already racing to formulate a plan. "We'll do whatever it takes. I want the best doctors, the best care. Elliot will get through this," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

*Dick stepped forward, placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder.* "We'll get through this together, Bruce. Elliot has all of us. We're not letting anything happen to them," he said, his voice a mixture of determination and sorrow.

*Tim finally found his voice, his mind switching to problem-solving mode.* "I'll start researching the best treatments, clinical trials, and specialists. I'll have everything ready so we can make informed decisions," he offered, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

*Jason, his earlier anger now replaced with a fierce resolve, spoke up.* "I'll take care of any logistics. Anything we need, I'll make sure it's handled. No distractions, just focus on Elliot," he said, his jaw set in determination.

*Damian, who had been silent, finally stepped closer.* "I'll stay with Elliot. They need someone by their side, and I'll be there. We'll face this together," he stated, his voice calm but resolute.

*Alfred, having re-entered the room quietly, nodded approvingly at the unified front the family presented.* "Very well, I'll make the necessary arrangements with the hospital. Master Elliot will receive the finest care available," he assured, his voice unwavering.

As the family rallied together, Bruce's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and anxiety. They would face this battle as they had faced every other challenge: together, as a family. His grip on Elliot never faltered, his mind already laying out the steps they would take to overcome this new, daunting challenge.

Dr. Leslie gave a reassuring smile, her hand resting gently on Elliot's shoulder. "We'll start with the necessary treatment immediately. Elliot is strong, and with all of you by their side, they stand a strong chance," she said, her tone filled with hope.

The Wayne family, united in their determination, prepared to face the coming trials with the unwavering strength and love that had always defined them. Each member, from Bruce to Damian, was ready to support and fight for Elliot, embodying the fierce and resilient spirit that made them a formidable force against any challenge.
User: Elliot: *elliot didn’t really understand what that meant, ‘Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia‘, such a big word for such a little boy, apparently that’s what he had, what was making him feel sick like this,* 

*he looked up at his father and brothers, watching their reactions to the news, he didn’t like how scared they looked, or angry, he wondered if he did something wrong, being sick like this,* 

“..Daddy.. will I feel better?..” *elliot asked, mumbling, feeling a little less nonverbal at the moment, although he still felt awful.. maybe even a little worse now,* “insides.. hurt..” *he murmured, the pain radiating from his bones intensifying, it definitely didn’t feel like growing pains..*
Assistant: Bruce's heart sank at the words, hearing Elliot's small voice filled with confusion and pain. His grip on Elliot tightened, and he leaned in close, his voice steady yet tender. "Yes, Elliot. You will feel better," he reassured, his eyes holding a fierce determination. "We're going to make sure of it. You're going to get the best care, and we'll be with you every step of the way."

*Dr. Leslie stepped closer, her face filled with compassion.* "Elliot, the medicine and treatment we're going to give you will help with the pain and make you feel better. It's a lot to understand, but know that we're all here to help you get through this," she explained gently, trying to ease some of the anxiety.

*Dick knelt down beside the chair, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness.* "Hey buddy, you're the toughest kid I know. We're going to get through this together. All of us," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

*Tim, ever the planner, tried to keep his voice steady as he added,* "We'll be constantly researching and looking out for the best treatments. You're not alone in this, Elliot."

*Jason's hand found its way to Elliot's back, rubbing it soothingly.* "You're going to be okay, kiddo. We're not going anywhere. None of us are," he said, his voice gruff but filled with genuine affection.

*Damian, perhaps the most visibly composed, took Elliot's hand.* "We'll stay by your side, day and night, ensuring you get what you need. You have our promise," he stated, leaving no room for doubt.

*Bruce lifted Elliot slightly, cradling him close.* "Listen to me, Elliot. Nothing you did made this happen. Sometimes, these things just happen, but it's our job to fix them. Your job is to focus on feeling better and letting us take care of you," he explained, his voice soothing yet commanding.

*Alfred re-entered with a small bag, containing some of Elliot's favorite comfort items, along with a few essentials.* "We've arranged a room at the hospital where you'll be comfortable. Your favorite blankets and toys are already there, Master Elliot," he informed, his voice calm and reassuring.

*Dr. Leslie nodded, signaling it was time to move.* "We should get you to the hospital now, Elliot. The sooner we start, the sooner you'll feel better," she said, her tone filled with gentle urgency.

Bruce stood, lifting Elliot gently in his strong arms. "I'll carry you, son. Don't worry about a thing," he whispered, his voice warm and steady. His determination to protect and heal Elliot was palpable, the fierce love of a father ready to battle any storm.

*As they moved, the rest of the family closed ranks around Bruce and Elliot, forming a protective barrier.* Each step towards the hospital was a step into the battle they would fight together, their collective strength and love carrying them through the uncertain path ahead.

Bruce led the way out of the manor, carrying Elliot securely in his arms. The family's presence was a tangible force, a buffer against the uncertainties they faced. As they descended the grand staircase, each step echoed with a unity of purpose and love. The Wayne family might have been an empire of shadows and secrets, but in this moment, they were a fortress of unconditional support.

*Dick walked alongside Bruce, his hand occasionally brushing against Elliot's arm in a silent reminder of his presence.* "We'll make this place a second home for you, buddy. You’ve got us with you every step of the way," he said, his voice filled with both reassurance and determination.

*Tim had already taken out his phone, fingers flying across the screen as he typed messages to secure the best oncologists and specialists available.* "I've notified the medical team, Bruce. We'll have a comprehensive plan ready before we even reach the hospital," he updated, his voice carrying a steady professionalism that masked his inner turmoil.

*Jason, eyes sharp and vigilant, flanked the other side of Bruce.* "No one messes with our family. We'll get through this, and you'll come out stronger on the other side," he stated with an air of defiance, his protectiveness cloaked in his usual rough exterior.

*Damian, silent yet ever watchful, took up the rear, his young face a mask of unyielding resolve.* He clutched a small bag containing Elliot's favorite sketchbook and colored pencils—items that always seemed to bring some comfort. Every so often, his gaze flicked to Elliot, his eyes softening briefly before returning to their hardened state.

*Alfred, the steady pillar of the Wayne household, followed behind, his expression a blend of stoic determination and deep concern.* "I’ve also arranged for a private wing, ensuring Master Elliot will have the peace and quiet he needs," he assured, his voice a calming presence amid the tension.

The drive to the hospital was swift, the family car cutting through the city with purpose. Bruce held Elliot close the entire ride, his mind a storm of plans and contingencies. When they arrived, they were greeted by a team of medical professionals already briefed on the situation.

*Dr. Leslie led the way, ushering them into a private room that had been prepared meticulously.* "We'll start with some initial procedures to manage the pain and stabilize Elliot's condition," she explained, her eyes meeting Bruce's with a silent promise of dedication.

*Bruce carefully placed Elliot on the hospital bed, tucking the familiar blankets around them.* He smoothed out their hair and pressed a kiss to their forehead. "We'll be right here, son. You're not alone in this," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering support.

The medical team began their work, and the family took their positions around the room, each member lending their silent strength to Elliot. *Dick held a hand on Bruce's shoulder, providing a grounding touch.* "We’ve got this, together," he said softly, trying to anchor his father as much as himself.

*Tim stood by the door, ready to intercept and filter any additional information from the medical staff.* His mind was already parsing through data, forming questions and identifying the next steps.

*Jason paced the length of the room, his agitation barely contained.* "Why did it have to be something this damn serious?" he muttered, though his voice carried no anger, only deep concern.

*Damian settled into a chair close to the bed, his eyes never leaving Elliot.* He began sketching quietly, creating a semblance of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. "Stay strong, Elliot. We're here," he murmured, his voice steady and resolute.

*Alfred stood at a respectful distance, his eyes ever watchful, always ready to step in when needed.* He offered each member of the family a reassuring nod, a silent promise of unwavering support.

The room, bathed in the sterile light of medical fixtures, was filled with a profound sense of unity. The Wayne family might be navigating through shadows and uncertainties, but their collective strength and love forged a path forward. They were ready to face whatever came next, armed with their unbreakable bond and steadfast determination.
User: Elliot: *but as time passed, Elliot seemed to just be getting worse since his stay in the hospital, more often then not sleeping after each chemo treatment that seemed to only bring more harm then good, ravaging his small body, the radiation made him feel worse and throw everything up to,*

*which didn’t help with his weight drop, his chubby form had become skinner, pale, much more frail. the rambunctious impulsive Elliot they all loved even when he was causing trouble was rarely seen, he often felt terrible, and feeling terrible made him more often then not nonverbal,* 

*elliot didn’t like being in the hospital, he wanted to go home, back to his room and cozy bed, he missed everything back at home, he didn’t understand why he had to stay here, often crying when told he couldn’t go home yet, he missed when someone would brush his hair for him every morning..*

*but it seemed he couldn’t even have that as his hair had started to fall out,* 

*he was withering away slowly each day, he was dying, right before their eyes, his own body against him, and he didn’t understand it.*
Assistant: