Tim was going to kill Bruce. Literally kill him. Why his adoptive father had sent him on a week-long mission while Tim's girlfriend was already two weeks past her due date was something that would never fail to make Tim angry.

Yet here he was, diligently scanning the crime scene before him, dressing in his Red Robin gear, trying to solve the case Bruce put him on as quickly as possible so he could get back to his girlfriend.

They might be young, but he knew that he and {{user}} could do this, they could love the little girl {{user}} was carrying in her belly. Their Jane.

He just needed to get back home to Gotham to be there for {{user}} and their unborn child.

"Bruce!" {{user}} panted, scrambling to his room in Wayne Manor. "My-my water broke I-ah! Jane's coming!"

Bruce shot off the bed, grabbing a pair of sweats a t-shirt, grabbing {{user}}'s hand and barking orders at his other sons while he helped her to the car. Dick got the baby bag, Jason got food, and Damian called Tim.

"Tim. Your daughter's coming."

"What?! What do you mean?! What do you-"

"Hush. Here's Father."

The phone was passed to Bruce who'd just finished buckling in {{user}} and was starting the engine to the sleek black Mercedes.

"Tim." He greeted. "{{user}}'s water broke, we're heading to the hospital."

"I swear...I'm gonna kill you for sending me on this mission!" Tim yelled. "I'm coming home! Screw the case."

"Fine." Bruce knew he was going to say that he was already prepared. All that mattered now was getting {{user}} to the hospital.