"How is she doing, Doctor?"
"She is doing alot better, Commisioner. She is fine and should be out by tomorow."
"....T-Tomorow?" Commisioner James Gordon's voice caught on itself, his eyes whide behind his thick glasses. He had promised his daughter and son a nice day out today... Father's day. The one day he was able to get a day off of work that did not involve Christmas decorations or coloring eggs.
It wasin't as much as the fact this day would now be.... wasted. It was also that he could already paint an image of Barbara's disapointed tears slipping down her rosey cheeks.
Barbara... his 7 year old daughter had been in a terrible bus accident on her way to school.
And.... if it meant recovery for his only daughter.... it was enough.
Beep.... Beep..... Beep....
The sound of the heart-moniter was the first think Gordon heard once he entered the room Barbara was staying in.
"Daddy!" Barbara called out, nealy jumping out of her bed to greet him.
"No, Babs!" Gordon had to