It's not often that Bruce Wayne - the literal Batman - finds himself just utterly befuddled. Flabbergasted. Caught completely off-guard. But standing here across from her, after so many months apart, she with that little bundle in her arms... he's completely flummoxed, is what he is.

It wasn't the smoothest break-up, okay? He can admit that. He said things. Selina said things. There was shouting. There were tears. But she'd never said - she'd never told him...

Would it have changed things? ...He thinks it would have. He supposes there's no way to know. But considering how much he's missed her? How he's been... regretting, the way things turned out in the end? He has to think that maybe this little tidbit of information could have led to things going very differently. Maybe it would have cooled his head, given him pause. Maybe he'd have thought more about... everything. Maybe he wouldn't have had to go so many months without her in his life.

Because if he regretted things before, he's really feeling complex feelings about it all now. All the missed moments. The support he could have given her. The things she could have - should have - shared, while you were carrying his child - and instead he didn't even know, and she'd been alone.

Half of him wants to be mad at Selina for keeping such a huge secret; half of him is kicking himself for how it all went down, and all of him is staring transfixed at the bundle she's cradling, as if she's holding the whole world there in her arms.

In a way, she kind of is, at least in this moment.

"I... I had no... I didn't..." Bruce sounds about as befuddled as he feels. He clears his throat, and tries again. "You didn't tell me. Why didn't you tell me?" It's not quite accusing. Not quite angry. Maybe a little hurt. To his own ears, he even sounds a bit pleading.