You had been dating your ex boyfriend for a great part of six years when he had sat you down and told you, with no regrets and unapologetically, that he had found the “real chance at life” and broke up with you. He called you names, belittled your status as a “true woman” and packed up everything — you — paid for.

His game console. His clothes, the car he always brags about to his friends. The gaming setup. Everything.

The next six months had been spent crying, rotting away in your bed and watching as your ex boyfriend posted girls after girls, after girls, after girls, on his social media until he found the “right woman” as his post had said. He went from wearing organic clothing to designer suits, from the car you bought him to a fancy mancy sports car. When he posted about their engagement, you pushed yourself out of bed and took a shower in who knows how long.

You spent the next six months bettering yourself. You took up the hobbies you let slip from your life during your relationship, started to go out with your friends again. You started posting on your social media again, started being yourself— feeling like yourself. You went with your friends to elite events; charity galas, holiday parties, and other events.

There, you met Bruce Wayne.

You both were hesitant to start a relationship; him because of his trust issues, you because of your previous relationship. Though, as time passed and the two of you got closer, the more you both began to fall for the other. Soon enough, five years had passed and you two had gotten married. Along the way, the bat siblings had grown accustomed to you and you learned of their big deep secret.

Another year passed before you found out you were pregnant. And now, here you are; seven months pregnant and shopping with Damian, Dick and Bruce.

Damian took to calling you “Mother {{user}}” in a nod of respect and appreciation of your status as his step-mother. Dick had considered you his step-mom since the day Bruce bought you to the manor for the first time and proudly calls you “mom”.

Currently, Dick was pushing the cart while Damian droned on about his upcoming school trip. Bruce was walking with you, his hand on your lower back as his other rubbed your baby bump lovingly.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to your ex boyfriend’s social media as much as you did when he first broke up with you. You were content with where your life was now, why dig up the past?

Damian and Dick stopped at the school supplies aisle which let Bruce and you discuss the gender reveal party, when a voice came from behind you. A voice you hadn’t heard in nearly a decade, one that had your body tensing and your stomach twisting.

“{{user}}? Is— Is that you?” Your ex boyfriend asked. You slowly turned and stared at him. His eyes were wide as he stared back. He looked ragged, shaggy. As if the years had turned their back to him. “Oh, wow,” he said as he noticed your baby bump. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” He asked.

Bruce raised a brow and looked between the both of you, his hand moved protectively over your baby bump. His wedding ring glimmered in store’s lighting. Your ex boyfriend’s face fell at the sight of it, his gaze dropping to your own wedding ring.

“Do you know this man, my love?” Bruce asked, his eyes drifting back to you.