Dick was the Manor working late to set up the nursery for him and his wife's future child. {{user}} was eighteen weeks pregnant now and Dick was counting down the days until he could hold their little bug.

Dick was also paranoid so he'd moved himself and {{user}} into the mansion so that if he wasn't home, she'd have Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian, or, if they were all on patrol, Alfred would be there for any assistance she might require.

He was on the ground, mulling over paint colors while Damian drew in the corner of the room when his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" Dick answered without looking at the caller ID, holding two paint options up to the wall.

"Dick." That was {{user}}'s voice and she sounded terrified. "Dick, I think someone's following me."

Dick was instantly standing up, Damian as well. "What? Where are you? Talk to me sweetheart."

"I took a shortcut through an alley back from my favorite Chinese place. And now I hear footsteps and laughter and-"

"{{user}}? {{user}}?!" No answer. Dick was racing to the car as he was pulling up {{user}}'s locations, the others racing after him having heard his yell.

When he got to the alley, Jason and Tim pulled two guys off of {{user}} while Dick raced to her side, looking at the forming bruises.

She looked up at him, cupping her stomach.