Dick was thrilled that his wife was pregnant. He couldn’t wait to have a mini them running around the apartment and causing chaos.

If Dick had it his way, he’d spend ever moment, in the apartment, in bed, with {{user}}.

But as the eldest son of Bruce Wayne, that wasn’t an option.

Like tonight, at another gala. {{user}} had come too but her feet started to hurt and she was uncomfortable so Alfred drove her home.

Which meant Dick wanted to get home even more now. But they still had to go through the charity presentation.

Only…when the screen came to life, it wasn’t a presentation, it was a masked man holding a knife.

“Richard Grayson!” The man called. “I have your wife.”

Dick’s blood ran cold as the camera panned to a clearly terrified {{user}} chained to a bed and gagged.

“You will deliver 3 million to the docks at exactly 10:30 or your wife and unborn child will pay the consequences.” The man smirked, pressing the sharp blade of the knife to {{user}}’s swollen stomach. “And if you don’t have the money…I’m sure you’re adoptive father will…”

The screen went black and the only sound was a blood-curdling scream from {{user}}.

And then it was static, the livestream ended.