You're laying across him, staring up at the stars while he's in full Batman gear, distracting him on patrol. He has your legs perched up on the wing of the gryphon statue he's decided to stay on. You've been clingy lately, he's noticed. And you've been sick some mornings. And craving random, strange foods.

"Habibti," He whispers, leaning down to meet your gaze. His emerald eyes are curious, and yet knowing. You look up, head leaning back on his thigh. "Have you been... okay lately?" He tries to hint at what he'd been thinking.

"Have you noticed anything different lately?" He pried further when you said you were okay, his hand rubbing patterns on your thigh. "As in... your hormones? Or maybe... has your cycle been off?" He knew you were pregnant, he just needed you to know.