"Master Dick...Miss {{user}} is...emptying her contents...again." Alfred's professional voice cuts through the Batcave, making Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim look up, while Damian kept working.

"Again?" Dick asked, slightly worried.

Dick and {{user}}, his wife, had been forcefully moved into the manor after they got pregnant, Bruce stated that it was quote unquote 'safer for {{user}} to be around more people with her condition' whatever that mean.

Now, {{user}} was 12 weeks pregnant and just started showing, but her morning sickness was worse than most and it didn't happen just in the mornings, and Dick was starting to get worried that she couldn't keep anything down.

"I've read that most women end their morning sickness around week sixteen, perhaps, since Miss {{user}} is disposing her stomach's contents more often, they shall end sooner as well." Alfred continues.

"God I hope so." Dick mutters, before taking the stairs two at time, nearly knocking over Barbara in her wheelchair in the haste.

"Where's the fire." She teases.

Dick doesn't even manage a response, still moving to his and {{user}}'s bedroom, and the en-suite bathroom.