My first YJ fic! Yay! This was in response to a prompt posted on LiveJournal which went like this:

It's a regular mission for young justice until something happens. Perhaps building collapse or a hold up, but for whatever reason Robin suddenly finds himself alone, trapped, with a civilian woman who is going into premature labour.

He communicates with his team via Megan's mind link but when it comes down to it, he has to help this woman give birth alone and it's disgusting and gross and completely and utterly awe inspiring.

Bonus: He's in a bit of a daze for a while afterwards, completely amazed at what he's seen. The team find this adorable.

Bonus 2: Corny I know but the woman decides to name her baby Robin after him.

It struck me as a fun prompt so I wrote a response for it. Anyone who has read the fill, note that I've tried to fix some of the little grammar mistakes.

Batman was paranoid. Everyone and their dog knew it. The man had a plan for every possibility that could ever exist in any universe he could ever possibly encounter.

At least, that was what Robin had thought until now. Why hadn't Batman ever prepared him for this situation?

Dust fell from the ceiling as the partially collapsed building shook from the fight above. Robin cursed and held his cape over his companion. This was not good. Not good at all.

Why the heck didn't anything ever turn out the way it was supposed to? It was supposed to be a simple mission. Simple! And somehow it had all gone to hell in a hand basket.

Civilians. They always complicated everything.

The woman on the ground beside him groaned and breathed in sharply. Robin looked up at the ceiling as if searching for some sort of answer to life and all his worries before turning his attention to the woman.

"All right, you're going to be okay," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "You're going to be just fine."

The woman managed a small, gentle smile. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Robin said as he gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Right." She let out a shaky laugh. "These things never happen at a convenient time. I didn't even make it to the hospital the last time. Just pulled up when all of a sudden, there she came. My poor, poor husband just had enough time to catch her."

Robin's eyes widened as he frantically searched his memory for all he knew about babies and labour. But all he could recall were stupid TV shows where women spent hours in the hospital yelling and screaming about how much it hurt to push out a baby and how it was all their husband's fault and how dare they and, and why the heck would a kid want to be born into a situation like that and-

"You going to be okay? Please don't throw up on me," the woman said, snapping Robin out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah. But doesn't this, you know, take hours or something?"

The woman gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze. "Not in my family. We were built for making babies I guess." Robin paled and licked his lips. "It'll be okay. I'm sure we'll be pulled out before she makes her debut."

Robin cast an doubtful glance up at the ceiling again. His mental link with the rest of the team had been cut off. Either M'gann was out, or they were all just focussing on clearing the threat before they came after him.

"Don't you have something in your belt that can help us out here? A 'how to' guide, maybe?"

Robin couldn't help but grin at her teasing. "Sorry, fresh out. But how hard can it be, right?"

"Well, my husband managed," she said with a shrug. Suddenly she whimpered and tensed, nearly breaking Robin's hand in the process.

"Hey, hey, hey, you okay?" Robin asked, his heart rate picking up speed.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry about your hand."

"S'okay. Nothing compared to Killer Croc's grip… Does it hurt?"

She gave him a thoughtful look before smirking. "Don't believe what you see on TV. This is a natural process. All these women get it in their heads that it's supposed to be this excruciatingly painful thing and so they get all tense and that's what makes it really hurt. If you just relax and let your body do its thing it's not too bad. It's a little painful, but more uncomfortable than anything else."

Robin let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay then. Just relax. Breathe in, breathe out." Despite her advice, he demonstrated how he had seen it done on TV. The woman followed his lead but ended up giggling.

"You're going to pass out if you keep doing that," she said gently and it took Robin a moment to realize he was one step away from hyperventilating. "I'd really prefer if you stayed conscious."

"Right, right." Robin took a deep, steadying breath. "I… right. How long do you think?"

The woman grimaced and tightened her grip. "Sorry, I think it'll happen sooner than we'd both like…" She paused and gave him a sympathetic look. "Okay, get a hold of yourself because I don't think you're going to like what I have to say."

"You're right, I won't, so don't." Before she could protest, Robin pried his hand out of hers and took off his gloves. Tapping a compartment on his belt, he filled his hands with sanitizer. It was the best he could do. He really wished he had some sort of kettle and water in his belt. Wasn't he supposed to boil water and get hot towels or something?

"Okay, I guess I just need to take a peek and see where we're at," he gulped, saying the words that she had been about to say.

Clearing his throat, Robin moved away from the woman's side and to her feet. "Okay, get a hold of yourself Rob," he muttered to himself and he lifted up her skirt. "Oh golly." He shut his eyes for a second before taking another peek. He tapped his mask to get a reading on how far she was dilated. Definitely not the kind of measurements the technology in his mask was designed to take, but it did the job. The very disgusting, gross job. "I've got it at ten centimetres."

"Whoa, um, okay. Stay cool kid, because that's pretty what she needs to come out."

Robin nodded and looked up to the woman, meeting her eyes. "You sure. Listen, maybe if you stand on your head, she won't-"

"Robin," she scolded, "you're being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? Me, no. Look, it's easy!" Robin leapt backwards in the air and did a flip before landing on his hands. He walked over to her on his hands. "See, easy, right?"

She gave him an incredulous look before stifling a moan. "I'm really sorry, Robin."

Robin tumbled back onto his knees and brushed the woman's blond hair out of her face. "No, I'm sorry. I should be handling this better but… but Batman never taught me what to do in this situation."

"Well, maybe that just means you can teach him a thing or two when this is all over," she managed to say before closing her eyes tightly. "Robin…"

"Okay, game time. Get traught or… get traught."

Robin moved back to her legs. What was- oh disgusting! Oh gosh, he couldn't do this. Oh gross! There was liquid and- and- oh gross!

"Snap out of it, here she comes," he growled to himself. The next few moments were probably the most terrifying in his life but his actions almost seemed automatic and soon there was a squirming bundle of slimy baby in his arms.

"She looks like an cross between an alien and an old man," Robin said as he peered down at the baby in his arms. The baby stopped squirming and opened her eyes, cooing softly. Robin's heart melted. "The most beautiful old man alien I've ever seen."

It was so awesome. Not just the "oh cool" kind of awesome. It really was awe-inspiring. Robin had been in the business so long, had seen so much death and destruction. He had been there when his own parents had met their end. But in this moment he had seen life- new life. He had been there at the very start of this little girl's life adventure. Asterous. Way asterous.

Taking off his cape, Robin gently wrapped it around the baby and rocked her gently. He looked up to meet the woman's gaze and grinned. "Wow."

She gave a tired laugh. "Yeah. Wow."

Robin made no move to give the baby to her mother. He just sat there, watching, dumbstruck.

Suddenly, there was a creak and then a loud noise as the ceiling above them was ripped back. Turning to look over his shoulder, Robin found Superboy and Wally peering in through the opening.

"We found him!" Superboy called.

"Dude! Robin! You all right?"

Robin could only manage a dopey grin and a small nod. A second later, Wally was beside him, peering over his shoulder at the baby in his arms. "Oh… uh…"

"Wow. The word your looking for is wow," Robin whispered as the baby curled her tiny first around his finger.

"Yeah, uh, wow," Wally agreed as he squatted down. "You okay, ma'am?"

The woman nodded. "I'm not so sure about Robin though."

Robin looked at her and grinned. "Never better. I just… wow!"

Pretty soon, mother and baby were settled on a gurney about to be loaded into an ambulance. Robin stood back, watching. He was pretty sure that once they were out of sight, everything would hit him and he'd collapse. His legs already felt like jelly.

"Robin?" The woman stopped the paramedics and motioned over the Robin.

"Yes ma'am?" he asked, stepping up.

"I know this sounds really corny and all, but… would you mind if I named her after you?"

Robin was momentarily stunned. "Dick's not a girl's- oh, uh, Robin? You want to name her Robin?" he said quickly.

The woman smiled and patted his hand. "Yes, Robin," she replied, acting as though she never heard the slip. "Do you mind?"

"No, uh, I mean, that would be great. A real honor."

"But," she said, as if sensing there was something else he wanted to say.

"Robin's a great name," Robin smiled, "if I do say so myself. But… If I have a say…"

"I think you've earned it," the woman laughed.

"Well then… can you came her Mary?"

The woman blinked in confusion but then smiled. "Of course. Mary's a beautiful name."

Robin looked around to make sure no one else was too close, before leaning in and stroking the baby's soft tuft of hair. "It was my mother's name." He probably shouldn't have told her that, but it felt right.

She nodded. "Thank-you for letting me use it then." They both smiled. "Now, don't forget to teach Batman everything you know about delivering babies. You're an expert now."

Robin laughed his signature laugh and rested his hands on his hips. "Don't worry, I will. I just hope I'm there to see it when he has to do this."

"Send me pictures. Oh, and how am I supposed to get your cape back to you?"

Robin gazed down at the baby, still wrapped in his cape. "Keep it. It looks good on her."

The woman laughed and nodded to the paramedics. "Thanks again."

Robin nodded and stepped back, watching silently as the ambulance drove off. From behind him, Wally crept up and put a hand on his shoulder. "So… Robin the midwife, eh?"

Robin scowled. "Shut up."

I feel I should add some sort of commentary about this woman and her little speech about childbirth not being excuriatingly painful. It's almost a direct quote from my own mama who has eight children. I figure she knows what she is talking about more than the folks who write scripts for television.

Also, the delivering the baby in the car I got from two seperate incidents. My sister delivered her own baby just as she and her husband pulled up to the hospital. And a friend of mine delivered his wife's baby in the car because the hospital staff didn't get out there fast enough.