I promise a good ending. I don't own Batman, But I do Own My Ocs and the plot of this story.

My Os this chap

Turner family, Vinny Clara, Dad/Rob,Mom/ Mary.

WIC Lady and Doctor.

Slum lord.

I'm alone

I guess my story starts like any other gotham tale, really. It was rain outside the room's broken, wet in and outside window. My five year old sister, dress in her little summer dress even though it is fall, lay on the gray and brownish bed. The bed is the only thing in the one room apartment of our families pay can afford. She is panting really heavy, her only pair of fit able clothing cling to her from sweat, and her eyes are not looking at me anymore. Even though I am only 9 years old I can see she is really sick. I am the same size as her really, so I can't reach the lock on the door. We don't have chairs. All my family and I have ever had, for as long as I can remember, is a couch it has spring stinking out, a small fringe with nothing in it at the moment, a sink it still work unlike the bathtub, bed only one since we sleep together with the few sheets we own, and a toilet sometimes we have to use a pail instead though. My sister needs help but all I could do is sit here. My mother has the only phone.

When they came home at 10pm they were shocked. She was getting worse over the last five hours. She skin now a pale white rather than peachy, brown waist long hair stuck to her skin, and eyes a glazed grayish brown. I sit next to her with my peachy skin hold her pale hand, my unruly brown hair covering the tear stained brown and reddish form crying eyes.

Mother- A beautiful women with unkept brown hair and wary brown eyes, she is short and thin with a waitress outfit on. "Clara!" Runs to the bed and picks Clara up into her arms. "Vin what happened?" She says as father opens the door as we take to the front desk. Mothers crying a little, so dad took control.

Father- A well looking man peachy skin and unruly brown hair, with shadowed grey eyes. "Call an ambulance!" He yells. Dad is sweating a little and he has lost a lot of skin color that must be from the shock, seeing as we do not have this type of emergency.

The guy look at Clara and says "It well take 30minutes to and 1 hour to get here. Your kids probably dead." He turns back to his work.

We wait outside for the bus.

When we finally got there, to the hospital, we had to wait an hour any way. When they did see her she was turning a shade of blue. They did all kinds of tests.

It was 3am the next morning and mom had to go back to work. We needed to eat and pay the rent. An she doesn't have sick leave. At least dad was off on Saturday.

By 5am Dad and I are token to Clara's hospital room. The doctor reads what she has, but we don't understand the name.

Doctor- The tall black hair and fair skin man with glass. He looks over the file. And in slow words, at least to me they were in slow motion. "She has cancer. It is a really bad type." My father nods to him. I still can't move. "It has spread some much in her lungs and liver. Lucky for you there are programs for low-income children this ill." My father leaves the room with the doctor.

I look over to my sister and hold her little hand. "It's ok. Really, daddy well fixes this the Doctor will too. And when we get home mom will have something yummy for us and she'll get that promotion once she finishes high school this month. It'll be just like we dreamed it would be. We'll have a new bed with a big fluffy sheet, and a working bath tub to lie in. So, so please be alright sis. It can't be that bad, they doctor said we are lucky. Lucky." I just lay at the foot of the bed. I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke, Dad wasn't here back. It was 1pm, where is mom? She should be here by now. The stuff brought in food. I couldn't help but eat a little bit, only a little. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. 'She is still a sleep.' Sis was warm and the drugs that made her sleep must have helped her a lot. I smiled. "You're looking better sis. I was so scared for a sec there, you know. Look at the picture in the magazines for awhile to pass the time. I can't read that well. I sure when mom gets here we should look at them together.

The doctor walks in as he is changing files. He turns his head in shock. I just looked at him. "Stay here." He rushes off down the halls. I could hear his shoes click.

WIC Lady- After a while he comes back in to the my sisters room walks in front of the bed and calls a lady in. She clears her throat. "Um, little one is your dad rob turner?" I nod. "I'm from the WIC and I ask can you come with me?" she moves her hand to help me off the bed, I sit still.

Vin-"Mom said to NEVER go with strangers."I sat firm. She sighed and sat next to me.

WIC Lady- "Your mom had an accident. She was dead 20 minute before the police even came to the scene."

Vin- "And Dad?"

WIC Lady- She looked down, fingers tight. "You must understand. Sometimes people are weak. Your dad is at Arkham, he is depressed." She looks at his frightened but confused face. "He is very sad and may hurt himself. Arkham will make him happy again, so he can be will you again, someday."

I just looked at the bed sheets, with not feelings really. I wanted everything to go back. Go back home.

WIC Lady- "You're lucky. WIC will covers you and your sister, but instead of going to an orphanage the city has made a new program where WIC will pay all your live expenses of your CURRENT home. "

Doctor- "An since your Dad had already signed the papers you sister's health is cover."

I'm so lucky. That is an awful word. Lucky. This is the worst day of my life. I'm alone. My sister won't wake up.

Mommies dead, Daddies nuts, and all I hear is I am so lucky.

I'm not lucky, I'm alone.

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