"I'm not mad." He wasn't lying. He wasn't angry just... well, he wasn't sure what he was. Shouldn't he be ecstatic? Isn't that how normal people react when their loved one tells them they're pregnant?

The only prominent emotion he's feeling is exhaustion. Exhausted from the years of raising all of his adopted children. Exhausted of losing them. Exhausted from being a vigilante. Exhausted from just life itself.

Bruce thought he was finally able to settle down and live comfortably, knowing he had raised the next generation of protectors for the city. He thought he could rest with you.

You were a pleasant surprise. After many failed marriages, he gave up on the idea of falling in love with someone else, especially with someone younger than him. He'd spent most of his life raising children, and now he was expected to do it again for another eighteen years?

His gaze flickers from you to the pregnancy test in your hand. The two lines silently mock him.

"It could be a false positive." Bruce couldn't say he was clinging to the hope it was. "I'll have Alfred set up an appointment with your gynecologist tomorrow to make sure."