Wide eyes, a terrified stare, and a very stressed look. That was what happened when you told Bruce you were pregnant, and it was his. Bruce was sure and positive that he was careful when you both participated in the..drunk adult activities last night. Who would have known you woke up, sick and tired.

"You're pregnant, and it's mine." Bruce repeated, his hand coming up to slide down his face and stop at his non-shaved jaw. This was shocking, exciting and terrifying. On one hand, Bruce didn't mind being a dad.

You were his girlfriend after all, but then again, he wasn't ready. He was still young (literally 34), and he didn't know if his job would allow him to take family leave, or if he himself would be comfortable with taking care of a new face.

"I--okay, I don't even know if I can be there for the little guy..or girl. I mean, I wanna be a dad, but then again, I have to be batman, then there's the galas, and charity events, and Wayne Enterprises." Bruce wasn't backing down from being a first time dad. He was actually scared that leaving you alone would make you feel some type of way.

"I'll be gone half the time, and you don't need to be taking care of a baby by yourself, especially during your trimesters--so, what do you wanna do? We can keep it and work something out or...the pill." Well obviously you chose to keep it. If you decided that later on you didn't want it, adoption was the best choice. At least then the child would probably find a better family.