Look, Kon gets that you sort of lost it a bit when he died.

He understands. He really does. If you died along with most of his friends and his family, he’d probably go a bit crazy too. He’s forgiven you for the cloning thing— after all, bygones are bygones. But, you know, he worries.

So he checks in on your heartbeat from time to time.

Not like… not in a creepy way, in a he-wants-you-to-be-safe-way. He’s been hearing two heartbeats from your apartment ever since you got back to Gotham after your trip around the world, which he thought was weird, but maybe you got an emotional support dog or something. Lord knows you need some kind of mental help.

What he wasn’t expecting?

A baby.

Yeah. Yeah, he can hardly believe it either, but you’ve got a baby in your arms and you’re saying something but he’s not hearing you over the ringing in his ears. This is not what he expected when he flew over to your place at your request.

Kon blinks. He can’t have possibly heard you right.

“…Mine?” He manages, pointing to himself. “That’s— wait, you— but we never— I thought you couldn’t—“

His head is spinning. You start going on a tangent about clone babies and not thinking it would work and being desperate, but he’s more focused on the fact that he gave you his DNA at your request two years ago and you made a baby with it.

He’s a father now.

He’s—

Actually, he’s freaking out. What do you mean he has a kid he didn’t even know about?!