Nick Samhile was not doing very good. And by not doing very good, I mean his life was shattering into pieces before his eyes. His beautiful wife, Alice was diagnosed with cancer and their insurance wasn't covering it. Alice's treatments were expensive and necessary, as the cancer was found in a very late stage. Earlier that night he dropped off his 5 year old son with a sweet old lady, Mrs. Reilly, a floor above them and went to a bar. He raked his fingers through his hair and sighed, leaning back in the wooden bar chair. The television was telling of a bank robbery in central Gotham.

"Bet they're doing better than I am right now," Nick muttered twirling a fork between his fingers. He glanced at a nearby clock - it was nearly midnight. He hadn't had many drinks, not wanting to get drunk, so he walked home. His son was asleep on Mrs. Reilly's couch. He thanked her gratefully and carried his slumbering son back to their room.

"Everything's gonna be alright, Georgey," he whispered tenderly while tucking him into bed. Now if only it was as easy for him to convince himself.

He walked into the living room and sank to the couch. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, but he did nothing to stop it. Why should he? He was about to lose half of his family, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. No one was even trying to help. He had seen stories of supervillains that killed people getting more sympathy than him.

He let his head fall down, and he started to cry softly. He didn't know how to deal with this mess of a life he was living. He just knew one thing.

He needed to keep it together for his son.

Because he wasn't the only one about to lose half his family. He son was about to lose his mother, and he didn't even fully understand it. George, beautiful little George, thought that his father was gonna save his mother. He didn't understand his dad could do nothing to stop it. That his father was powerless.

Nick was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't notice anyone walk into the room. He felt two little arms encircle him, and he raised his head. He smiled slightly at seeing his small child hugging him, pressing his little face into Nick's neck.

Nick raised his own arms up, and hugged his son back. He needed to focus on what he had, not what he was going to lose. Nick pressed his face into his son's hair, clutching him for all he was worth. He felt more tears fall, but he didn't really care. He had his son, and while he knew everything was falling apart, he also knew he could keep it together as long as he had his little angel.

Speaking of his little angel, he felt George pull away. George stayed leaning on him, however, he looked into his father's watery eyes and said , "Why are you crying, Daddy? Is it because Mommy's sick? It'll be okay, we'll be fine." His son then offered him a smile and another hug.

Nick found himself crying harder, but it was now from the hope he got from his son. His small son had successfully made him think that maybe everything would be alright. Maybe his wife would get better, and things would go back to normal. Maybe his life would turn out alright.

He had no idea just how wrong he was.