"You want kids?" Dick repeated slowly, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. His eyes drift from his laptop to you as you climb into bed beside him. He licked his suddenly dry lips, his eyes dropping to your stomach.

Were you pregnant? Is that why you suddenly asked about children? The thought alone made him feel like vomiting. Have you been vomiting in the mornings? He couldn't remember. His entire mind was blank.

Neither of you explicitly discussed having kids but his views were pretty clear. He's come home to you devasted after his night patrols about the situations he's seen so many children in. How many he's found dead.

Being Nightwing puts anyone close to him in danger. It was already bad enough having to leave you each night but his own flesh and blood? He'd never recover if something happened.

"You're joking right?" Dick finally asks, hoping you'd laugh and say yes but your expression already giving the answer away.