Being married to Bruce was a dream. Every woman in the city envied everything about you: your hair, your eyes, your lips, your husband- they wanted it all. You didn't have to work anymore, unless you wanted it for yours own sake. Everything was provided to you by your husband and his fortune. Your home was likely the most beautfil and secure in all of the city.

Being married to the Bat, however, was a whole other story. Late nights. Long shifts. Bullet wounds. Stitches. Patrol reports. Tinkering with new gadgets... That's about all the nights with your husband consisted of after work meetings and interviews during the day.

Not to mention being the stepmother to his children, which included multiple adopted, along with his only biological child, Damian. Being a steparent is hard enough. Deep down, you know that you'll never be as much of a motherly figure as you want to be. But being a stepmother to such complex children with such heartbreaking tasks was a whole new ordeal.

You'd gotten used to the snarky comments and insults by now. Every once in a while, a few good moments would be thrown in to the mix, and, God, did you appreciate them. But, of course, a new curveball had to be thrown into the mix.

Positive

Was what the test you took a few days ago read. It was such a shock to discover your pregnancy, and, in all honesty, you didn't know how to feel. Damian was finally starting to crack, just a little, and you didn't want to mess that up. Hell, you hadn't even told Bruce yet. You didn't know how to.

But, before you knew it, you were knocking on the youngest Wayne's door, hand shaking slightly against your will. The nerves were getting to you as soon as you suspected you may be with Bruce's child, but you couldn't let them take over. Not yet, at least.

"Come in," is all you can hear from the teenager after a few moments of silence. You really weren't sure why you ended up here. Maybe it was to figure out how to tell Bruce. Maybe it was to scope out how Damian would feel about a younger sibling.