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I am so so so soooo sorry that it's taken me this long to update, I honestly have no excuses other than Covid worsening my depression and me just forgetting about this story cuz I'm depressed. I feel horrible, because you all have been so amazing to me, and I wanted to update this back in March but I got depressed and then forced into isolation and online school when Rhode Island shut down. I promise to try and update more frequently after this, but I can't make any promises. When I say that my depression flared up, I meant it. I'm currently fluctuating between feeling pretty good about life and then feeling like my life doesn't man anything like a day later, and my depression has given me some sort of writers block. Writing has been hard for me recently, I only am able to get a few ideas written down before I can't get anymore work done, despite how much I'm trying to update and work on my stories.

Anyways, on with the story...

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Two months later....

It was honestly terrifying how quickly Robin's chemo was changing him, because it was the first time anyone on the team had seen a person fight cancer they got a first hand experience of watching a regular person struggle to survive to see the next day.

Sure, they knew about cancer and how hard it was to beat it, they just never thought that it would affect them or someone they knew. Especially not someone like Robin, the boy who defied his own human limits.

Robin had always been moving, it was just such an integral part of who he was. Never staying still for long periods of time unless it was a serious mission, always flipping around or bouncing off of walls.

He was always able to kick their asses during training, his combat capabilities were far superior to theirs. His reflexes, strength, agility, speed, all surpassing the peak performance capabilities for a human.

He was light, they all knew that. However he was toned and muscular, the pinnacle of physical health and the perfectly fit body.

His skin tone had never been pale or overly tan, and he still had baby fat on his face even though he was thirteen. His hair was also always well taken care of, he loved his borderline shaggy hair.

So to see how quickly all of that changed once he started his treatment, it was terrifying.

The first day of his treatment the team had seen Robin openly admit to being scared and he cried in front of them with no mask hiding his face, and that was when they got the brutally harsh reminder of how young Robin was and that he was really only human.

As the chemo sessions continued, they began having trouble seeing Robin as the boy they had known.

He grew more and more tired after each session, and after about a month of chemo he started having trouble staying awake for more than six hours a day. He could barely even walk after the first three weeks, and he chose to just not move, which was terrifying.

He gradually began to stop eating solid food, around a month and a half into his treatment. It was scary to see Robin with his skin stretching over his bones and so very pale, he even had horrible bags under his eyes despite how much he was sleeping.

Robin had lost his hair after five weeks of chemo, and it made him look more vulnerable than they'd ever seen him before.

All of his muscles were gone, he had no will to move around much anymore and so his unused muscles faded away. Which took most of his body weight with them, and cuz he was barely eating, he was dangerously light right now.

However, the scariest thing would probably be how word spread of him having cancer. The kid of the richest man on the planet had gotten cancer and people were dying to see him, but thankfully he wasn't going to leave the cave until he was in a recovery period.

However, despite all of that, Robin still tried to wake up each day and push forward.

He still tried to find the strength to help out on missions from his bed, he still tried to keep an upbeat attitude towards everyone, he still tried to cheer everyone up, he still tried to be optimistic despite the less than positive situation, and the boy still found it in him to smile.

Robin was a husk of the amazingly exuberant boy he used to be, yet he was still finding the strength to keep his light shining.

Everyone was blown away by how brave he was being, because they knew they wouldn't have been able to stay so strong if it were them.

They also knew that Robin's chance of survival dropped each day he went without a bone marrow donor being found, for he desperately needed to get a bone marrow transplant if he wanted to live till adulthood. But not even Miss M could use her powers and save him, he needed bone marrow from a regular human. Preferably someone related to him, but he was an orphan, his entire family had been murdered.

Though this hasn't stopped his friends or family from finding him a donor.

His best friend Barbra Gordon had gone to see if she was a possible candidate, while she wasn't she still tried. Roy had gotten tested, but was also not a match. Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Lucious Fox, Oliver Queen, Tim Drake, Lois Lane, Vicky Vale, Leslie Thompkins, Luke Fox, Kate Kane, Betty Kane, Iris West-Allen, the list of people getting tested to see if they were a match was endless. But none of them were a match, and so Robin's survival was still in question.

However, Artemis knew she had to try. She had to try and save Robin, because he would do the same for her.

He knew who she was, and who she was related to, he'd told her one day when she sat by his side during one of his chemo rounds, but he didn't care. He stood up for her and has defended her despite her relations, he was her little brother in everything but blood. She owed it to him, as the only other human in the team, to do everything in her power to try and save him.

So, she had to find a way to get tested for a possible bone marrow donor for him without her mother finding out.