Tim sat there, looking at the woman in front of him. Fine, he may or may not have been a little sleep deprived and forgot protection, but who would know one night could make a baby?

A baby. Jesus F. Christ. Bruce will kill him. He'll disown him, and he'll deserve every second of it. He's only 22, he's Red Robin, he has a duty, for God's sake!

But right here, seeing the video of the sonogram of his baby, Tim's heart swell. How can he be feeling so much for a clump of cells? That's so, so, so unfair.

He can see in the ultrasound she's just 12 weeks, just entering her fourth month. So little time ahead and so much to think about. Maybe Tim should marry her? That would be the honorable thing to do. He also would have access to the baby everyday, which is a plus, except Tim knows nothing about how to care for a baby.

His mind is moving a million miles per hour, and he wants to scream in his pillow. When was the last time he slept? At least his sleepless nights would help him when the baby arrives.

His baby. He looks up at her.

"I'm so sorry I was irresponsible." he says, from the bottom of his heart. "I will be here every step of the way, we will figure it out together. We can move in together to make it easy, and figure from there."

He swallow hard. Maybe a proposal was the best thing, but he had to talk to Bruce first. Maybe with Dick too. God, Conner will eat him alive. Right now, he just wanted her to be close so he could do everything for her comfort, and for the baby's too, obviously.

He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous tic he has, and reach for her hand, caressing it with his callous thumb. He's going to be a father.