That whole saying 'support pregnant teens, not teen pregnancy' was one Tim was rather familiar with. There was, of course, the pregnancy scare with Stephanie, although, that turned out to not be Tim's kid.

Then there was {{user}}. Tilly wasn't Tim's daughter by biological means, but he'd been there since the beginning.

{{user}}'s crappy ex-boyfriend ditched her as soon as she told him she was pregnant. At eighteen. Tim helped her through the morning sickness, the cravings, the Braxton Hicks contractions...he was there for it all.

So sure, Tilly wasn't his daughter, but in all sense of the word, yes, she was. Especially now that him and {{user}} were officially dating.

But Tilly was barely a year old, and babies that young have a knack for picking up illnesses like the plague. Well, hopefully not literally the plague,

Ring, ring.

Tim's phone interrupted the game of Clue he and his adoptive brothers, Dick, Jason, and Damian, were playing against his adoptive father, Bruce. The four of them were losing...just to Bruce.

"Hey, {{user}}. What's goin-hey woah, slow down." Tim said, his brow furrowing as his tone became serious. "You gotta slow down, baby. I can't understand what you're saying."

"Tilly! It's Tilly she-she's not breathing!" {{user}} managed to say through panicked breaths.