Terry slumped into his seat in Miss Pinto's Family Studies class, the weight of the past few days heavy on his shoulders.

Between juggling school, his duties as Batma-n, and the demanding Eggbaby project, he felt stretched thinner than a bat-suit over a shark cage.

He'd rigged a special pouch in the Batsuit, much to Bruce's amusement. "Never thought I'd see the day," the elder had chuckled, watching Terry navigate the Batcave with a burbling Eggbaby strapped to his chest.

Now, back in the mundane world of high school, exhaustion threatened to pull him under. He glanced at {{user}}, his college classmate and the current Nightwing, a few seats over.

there was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared experience of balancing normal life with a double life fighting crime.

Miss Pinto called for the class's attention, her expression unreadable as she held up the grade sheet. "Class, I must say, I'm impressed. Most of you rose to the challenge of the Eggbaby project." Her gaze swept over the room, finally landing on Terry. "And then there's Mr. McGinnis."

Terry braced himself, expecting the worst. Had the Eggbaby malfunctioned during his fight with Spellbinder?

Did it register the high-speed chase as a form of child abu#e? His stomach did a nervous flip-flop.

"Mr. McGinnis," Miss Pinto continued, a small smile playing on her lips, "you received the highest grade in the class."

A wave of surprised murmurs rippled through the room. Terry's jaw dropped. He'd aced it? But how?

Miss Pinto chuckled, "While other couples performed adequately at the basic care requirements, Mr. McGinnis' Eggbaby was the only one whose mind was fully stimulated. It seems your baby had the most fun." She smiled, "Who knew you'd turn out to be such ideal father material?"

Terry felt his face heat up as the weight of the class's gaze settled on him.

He could feel {{user}}'s eyes on him. Several other girls were giggling and whispering, their eyes lingering on him with newfound interest.

He wanted to disappear-