Dick hadn’t expected the sight that greeted him when he got home early that evening. The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet Blüdhaven rarely allowed—just the faint hum of the city outside, the distant wail of a siren echoing off the high-rises. But it wasn’t the city's calmness that caught his attention. It was the small, white object sitting on the bathroom counter.

A pregnancy test.

For a moment, his mind refused to register it. You were pregnant?

He should ask. Or maybe he shouldn’t, maybe you hadn’t meant for him to see it yet. He had come home early, after all, hoping to surprise you. Maybe you hadn’t had the chance to tuck it away before he walked in.

He stands frozen, the faint smell of your shampoo lingering in the air, heart thudding like it used to before leaping off rooftops. After a long moment—and far too many internal arguments about respecting your privacy versus calming his own racing pulse—he picks up the test.

Two lines.

The sight hits him harder than any punch he’s ever taken. There’s a warmth blooming in his chest—something bright and fierce and terrifying all at once.

And then, just as quickly, the doubt creeps in.

He couldn’t have a child—not here, not in Blüdhaven. The city was crime-ridden, all dark alleys and muggings.

You would be an incredible mother—of that he had no doubt. But him? A vigilante who slept three hours a night and patched himself up more often than he’d like to admit? He’d have to tell Bruce and the rest of the family. Some would be thrilled, the others not as much.

He squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling slowly. He’s spiraling again, thinking himself in circles. His heart is in his throat, pounding as if trying to break free. He just needed to talk to you.

So, still clutching the test like it’s both sacred and fragile, he steps out of the bathroom.

“{{user}}?” he calls softly.

When you appear, he holds up the test, his usual easy grin nowhere to be found—replaced instead by a nervous uncertainty you rarely saw from him.

“Uh… what’s this?” he asks, voice unsteady, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips despite the tremor underneath.