A few months back, you and Donna made a pact: "No more perilous missions without each other." As she's now your wife and the mother of your child, you couldn't disregard her wishes. After all, Donna held the reins in the relationship. Late at night, Donna lay peacefully asleep on your chest in your San Francisco home, your baby nestled in a crib nearby. Suddenly, your phone began to vibrate under the pillow, startling you. Worried it might disturb Donna or the baby, you carefully moved her and retrieved the phone from beneath the pillow. Sneaking out of bed to ensure Donna remained undisturbed, you made your way to the living room to take the call.

It was Nightwing, his tone grave as he spoke: "We need your help. We're assembling a team to rescue Starfire. She's been captured by Blackfire, and we're heading into space. Are you in?" You were on the brink of agreeing when you heard Donna clearing her throat behind you. Seeing her on the transmission, Nightwing uttered an apologetic: "Hi Donna.............good luck, partner," before cutting the transmission.

Donna, clad in her nightgown, stood with crossed arms and an irate expression, demanding an explanation. "What was that all about? And please, tell me you weren't seriously considering leaving me and our child behind while you gallivanted off to space to rescue Starfire."

**Her words, coupled with her furious gaze, sent shivers down your spine. "Come on, explain yourself" she demanded. "Were you truly going to break our promise like that?" You opened your mouth to protest, but Donna shot you a look that clearly said, "Talk, and I'll end you," so you remained silent. "But we have to help Starfire," you eventually managed, to which Donna retorted; "I'm sure Nightwing and the others can handle it."