Why did none of y'all tell me it was WonderBat week? I didn't even know we had a week, goddammit! I know I didn't hear anything about it last year and that was the year I was working on "The Truth Revealed" (that trash). Did this just start or something or am I just delusional? Anyway, for anyone as clueless as me, it lasts from April 13th-19th. Now, please enjoy!

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Ever since she was a little girl, Diana Prince-Wayne had loved spending time at the Wayne's.

She and Bruce had been friends since kindergarten so, naturally, she had been over there more times than she could count. With Martha's warm and motherly nature, Thomas' welcoming and fatherly disposition, and Alfred's ability to charm the pants off of anybody, she felt right at home. As a teenager, she had felt more comfortable at Wayne's than either of her parents' houses, a fact that still rang true to this day.

So Diana, now a beautiful and heavily pregnant twenty-five-year-old woman, definitely felt right at home as the five of them sat at the table for dinner. "This all looks delicious, Alfred," she complimented the butler, eyes scanning the amazing-looking (as usual) food. She hoped that how famished she was feeling didn't show on her face because if she looked half as hungry as she felt, well, she didn't want to think about it.

Damn pregnancy hormones, she thought to herself.

Alfred smiled at her. "Thank you, Miss Diana. I made sure to make your favorites to celebrate the arrival of the baby."

The corners of her mouth turned up as she subconsciously placed a hand on her swollen abdomen. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate that." Diana didn't get the strange cravings most women did during pregnancy for some reason. Any cravings she did get were for foods she knew she liked, but it had to be a very specific food. Neither she nor Bruce could cook very well, so they usually ended up eating out when this occurred.

Speaking of which, she felt her husband take her hand and caress her knuckles. "Or he," he inputted, grinning at her. They'd been having this debate for weeks; Bruce insisting that Wayne's always had boys first and Diana shooting back that women from her mother's side hadn't given birth to a boy in over one hundred years.

Martha smiled at the couple. "Any day now," she said, barely containing her ecstasy for her first grandchild. "Excited?"

"Yes," answered Diana honestly. "but nervous too." She grimaced. "Does it hurt?"

"The worst pain you'll ever feel, my dear."

Bruce glared slightly at his mother, seeing his wife shudder. "Mom."

Martha shrugged innocently. "It's true." She turned back to Diana, reassurance shining in her green eyes. "But trust me, sweetheart, it will all be worth it in the end."

This made Diana perk up. "I have no doubts about that." And she didn't.

Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly. "This is a very touching conversation, but the lovely dinner Alfred has made, I'm afraid, is getting cold. Shall we dig in?"

"Yes, let's."

And eat they did. The food was absolutely divine, as usual, and Diana was even more certain on her position that Alfred should run his own restaurant. While dinner went on, the Wayne family discussed miscellaneous topics; politics, how her own parents were doing, if the government should put more money towards space or ocean exploration, etc.

Suddenly, Diana tensed, feeling a warm liquid wet her pants. She pursed her lips, knowing exactly what was happening, but not wanting to interrupt dinner.

Bruce took notice of this. "Are you alright?" he asked in concern.

Diana drummed her fingertips against the tabletop. "I think my water just broke."

Bruce blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah..."

And that's when it seemed to hit him. "Shit!" exclaimed Bruce, springing up to his feet. She found the complete change from her usually stoic, levelheaded husband amusing.

"Bruce Wayne!" scolded Martha, before looking to the British butler. "Alfred, can you please-?"

Alfred nodded and stood up. "Of course, Miss Martha."

The blonde woman smiled her appreciation before making her way to her daughter-in-law. "Diana, dear, how are you feeling?"

Diana shrugged. "I'm fine." That wasn't a lie, she didn't feel anything at the moment. That's when a sharp pain made itself known in her lower abdomen. "Perhaps I spoke too soon..."

Martha chuckled. "Contractions, they'll come and go." She looked to her son. "Alfred's starting up the car, help you wife, will you?"

Bruce was immediately at her side, leading her to the door. "Are you sure you're okay?" he questioned, worry etched across his face. There was a hint of nervousness in his tone, but she said nothing about it.

But any trace of pain from Diana's expression was gone. "Your mother was right, it comes and goes." She took his hand. "We're really doing this, aren't we?"

He smiled at her. "I guess we are."

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Diana was calm, even hours away from having a baby. In fact, she was reading the book she had been working through for the past week. She respected any and all women who wanted to give birth naturally, but she was sticking to epidurals, especially after what her mother-in-law had said at dinner. Around the time she and Bruce were born, they weren't nearly as strong as they were now. They had dilated her, the nurses telling her that the baby would be coming soon.

Bruce was in the chair beside her, his anxiety apparent by his tapping foot. Honestly, he was more nervous than she was and she was the one having the baby!

She couldn't help but tease, "Don't strain yourself, dear."

"Very funny," muttered Bruce, unamused.

Diana laughed. "This is exciting," she commented, looking around the room. She hadn't bruised or gotten sick very easily as a child, so she had never been the one in the hospital. Naturally, they fascinated her. Though, she vaguely recalled the time Bruce had broken his arm from falling out of a tree when they were six. She had been with him, of course, and she had never been so scared. She had told his parents and the four of them rushed to the hospital and she had to stay in the waiting room.

When he had been allowed visitors, she had been the first to sign his cast. She remembered dotting the "i" in her name with a heart and the little blushes on both of their faces.

Diana relayed this memory to Bruce, who chuckled. "I remember that. You were so mad at me for climbing up that tree, and then cried when I fell," he recalled with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, but grinned. "Yes, well, I was six and thought you were dying." She gave him a playfully pointed look. "And if you had listened to me when I told you not to climb it, you wouldn't have broke your arm, now would you?"

He shrugged. "Touché."

Diana once again tensed. "Uh... Bruce?"

"Yes?"

She closed her eyes. "I think you should get a doctor."

His eyebrows knitted together in worry. "Why?"

"The baby's coming."

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A few hours later, Diana was holding a small bundle in her arms, teas of joy in her eyes. "Hello there, little one," she whispered, tracing the delicate curve of the baby's cheek. The infant has a tuft a black hair and big blue eyes. "You're so beautiful."

Bruce kissed her head before doing the same to their daughter's. "Like her mother," he commented.

She laughed lightly, holding out their baby to him. "Hold her," she ordered gently.

He obliged, taking the small, pink baby. "Hey, kiddo," he greeted softly. "I'm your daddy."

Diana leaned back, feeling the slight strain from giving birth. "We didn't really talk about names," she reminded him.

Bruce grinned at her. "What about Diana?" he suggested cheekily.

She scoffed. "I'm not naming my daughter after myself," she declared before adding, "Though, it would be cool for a girl to be a junior."

He chuckled. "Diana Prince-Wayne Jr. does have a nice ring to it."

"Bruce."

"What about Celeste?"

Diana pursed her lips. "It does mean heavenly," she mused. She looked at the bundle in her husband's arms, love shining in her eyes. "And she is an angel." Her daughter was the angel of angels in her head.

"Celeste Wayne," Bruce tested on his tongue. "It sounds nice. Are we giving her a middle name?"

"Martha," said Diana immediately. She loved her mother, really she did, but there were just certain points of her life where Martha was there and Hippolyta wasn't. Heck, Hippolyta has almost missed the wedding. Hades and Persephone had been early, the former insistent on walking her down the isle before she had even asked him.

He nodded his acceptance. "Celeste Martha Wayne then."

She smiled and nodded before adding, "Our little angel."

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I won't lie, I rushed this. I rushed this bad. Any Batman fanboys who want to attack me for keeping Martha and Thomas (lol, I only gave him one line) alive, go ahead. I hate messing with DC backstory for this reason, but I decided to do it because, well, I can. Though, I suppose this can be seen as a sequel to my other one-shot, "Well, That Happened." It's probably set in the same universe. Anyway, please review!