Week One
In the first week of your pregnancy, there's no baby-yet! But a growing fetus will be there very soon. You probably don't know you're pregnant (or rather, about to be!), but you're well on your way. Your conception date is considered to be two weeks after the last day of your last menstrual period. You won't notice anything yet, but if you're trying to conceive and think it's about to happen, nix alcohol and smoking and replace those vices with prenatal vitamins.
Barbara Gordon can't shake the feeling that she is being watched. Sure, she's standing next to Timothy Drake-Wayne, heir to Wayne family fortune, at another charity function. But this feels different. This isn't the usual gossip hounding paparazzi stare. This is more like…stalking. She feels like she is being hunted, like she is prey.
She sighs, trying to shake her uneasiness. She wishes she was on patrol already. She desperately wants out of this suffocating room and feel Gotham breeze through her hair. But no, she and Tim drew the short straws. Jason Todd was default on patrol since he was, well, technically speaking…dead. Cassandra Cain and Damian Wayne had made their pleasantries before feigning homework as excuses to leave, dashing off to the cave and taking off into the Gotham night.
Barbara likes Tim. She really does. But he's just not…him. While Tim is pleasant to hang out with, he's not her lifelong co-conspirator at functions like these. No, that person is six feet under and has been for nearly a year now. She misses him more than she would like to admit, still visiting his grave monthly.
She spies a waiter passing by with flutes of champagne and grabs two glasses. She downs them both, trying to get him out of her mind.
a/n: inspired by AnthroQueen's story Obstetrics and Gynecology.