Some people would say they’ll stop having kids at a certain age. Most stop at 25, some 30, and so on. For Bruce, he was only slightly in his 40’s, with…already 4 kids. Jason, Tim, Dick, Damian…that was enough, right? With four boys, you didn’t need anymore children at all, is what some people would say. But Bruce? Nah, he said nothing.

Bruce met a woman named Yledra, stunning and also close in age to Bruce, Yledra was probably everything you could name her to be. She could cook well, cleaned down stuff until it was sparkling clean, she even rewarded you with crispy clean $20 bills if you were on your best behavior. When Bruce announced to his boys that him and Yledra would be getting married, nobody objected, if anything, the boys were happy for their old man, even Alfred couldn’t hide his joy. It was refreshing to see Bruce get out of his shell, y’know?

But, with good times, comes someone to ruin it. “And there will be no babies out of this, correct?” Damian asked with a tinge of irritation, eyebrow raised. Bruce was shocked to say the least, but he should’ve told the boys that Yledra was actually already going into labor. When the boys found out, they’re jaws dropped. “She’s been pregnant this whole time and you never told us?” Dick asked, astonished. Jason was the next to second that, “I’m just surprised you can still put something down.” He gave a suggestive look which earned him a batarang to the forehead. “Look, Yledra wanted a child to call her own, okay? It was her decision and mine.” Bruce said, waving his hands. A child to call her own? But she already had four perfect boys! Weren’t they enough?

“So she hates us?” Tim asked skeptically, “Yeah, if she wanted another kid we could’ve dressed Damian up as a girl so he could switch out from time to time.” Jason said. Damian scowled and looked to Bruce, “You all, enough. Yledra is in the hospital right now being taken care of.” Bruce announced. “Okay…but why aren’t you there? Aren’t dads supposed to be some sort of emotional support for when the baby’s coming?” Tim asked, hand on his hip. Bruce sighed and rubbed his temple. “Yledra specifically told the nurses that she wanted nothing to do with me at the moment…her hormones are running her wild.” Bruce said and sat down. Dick raised an eyebrow, “And so you come here instead of waiting outside the room?” He patted Bruce’s back, “Yeah, you’re #1 dad, alright.” He snickered. Jason sat beside Bruce, “So is it a boy or a girl? That’s the real question.” If it was a boy, that meant a mini Dick, or a mini Jason! Or worse, a mini Damian. Bruce shook his head, “Yledra wants to keep it a surprise.” He muttered. He knew the gender, all too well. He wanted this to be a surprise as well, for them at least.