Bruce had insisted that Dick and his wife move into Wayne Manor as soon as news of {{user}} being pregnant hit the press.

He believed it would be safe in a gated manor than at the unprotected apartment the pair had currently been staying in.

He was right, or course, but even billionaires couldn't control what happened on the inside.

When Dick came home from patrol that night, he was expecting to find {{user}} in bed, asleep like she usually was. But she wasn't in their bed.

Dick's panicked footsteps woke the other inhabitants, Jason, Tim, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred joining in the search.

They finally found her in one of the upstairs bathrooms, leaning limply against the cabinets on the floor, sitting in a pool of blood as she cupped her stomach.

"Oh God..." Dick choked out, kneeling next to her, hands fluttering uselessly as he struggled with how to fix whatever the hell was going on.

He finally settled for reaching for {{user}}'s arm but the second his fingertips grazed her, she jerked back, tears falling in waves.

"No! Ah!" {{user}} screamed.

Dick immediately pulled his hand back, looking to his family in horror and confusion. What was happening? And what was wrong with {{user}}?

"{{user}}...?" Dick tried.

"Premature!" {{user}} gasped out. "Premature!"