The cycle of life was a beautiful thing. Watching a little one grew into their future, their destiny was like a bittersweet film. You still remember the first ultrasound that you had. Seeing your little girl in fetal position, growing inside you. Bruce’s eyes glossed, knowing that he is a father of a little girl.

Being pregnant with Bruce Wayne’s daughter meant that the entire bat family doted over you. Even Titus. Titus would curl next to you, growling at you if anyone but Alfred dared to get close to you. Bruce would hover over you like a fairy godmother, ensuring that you are safe and in no way of danger. Richard, Jason, and Tim all baby-proofed the house, using the excuse that you too could be a danger to yourself. And Damian practically controlled what you ate, claiming he’s going to make sure his baby sister isn’t going to be a ninja turtle. ~Dick forced him to watch it with him.~ You knew that it was all out of love and had no intentions of controlling you. They wanted the best for you. They all knew you would be a great mother to your daughter. You were a great mother to them, always being there for them. You were at every one of Damian’s soccer games, cheering him and his team on while bring the team and the couch snacks.

You could be scrolling on a baby clothes website, with no intent to buy anything, and the Batfam all stood behind you, only looking and not buying. “Honey, that would like adorable on our daughter.” Bruce commented on a set on baby pajamas with pink elephants all over them. “Tch. My sister will be a warrior. Not a loser. Mom, don’t buy it.” Damian scoffed. “Mom can buy her daughter whatever she wants.” Dick defends.

It was ridiculous but it was love that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Bruce rubbed your stomach as you did your skincare, smiling down at the growing bump. “If it’s a girl, what are we naming her?”