Here is the end! Part 2! I hope you all enjoyed this fic!

I have no experience in birthing/pregnancy/etc. besides seeing it happen on House or something. I did some research, but so sorry if it's inaccurate. I loved this prompt and I hope I delivered.

Standard Disclaimer.


Much like how Robin had laid out, they did go to the doctor's the next day. Disguised, always. They obviously couldn't go in as Robin and Batman nor could they go in as Bruce and Richard. So, they went in as Gary Holman and his worried father Samuel Holman.

The doctor was an understanding woman. She nodding and smiled. Said all the right things, but the entire visit was under so much tension that neither of them could relax.

"So this abdominal pain you had isn't uncommon in pregnancy," She says.

Dick just nods.

"In fact cramps like that are fine, but if it persists, and if you seem to have lower back pain, especially if you didn't before, have cloudy or spotty discharges, or get fever or chills, call me as soon as possible." She hands him her card. "Just make sure you're eating healthy and at least 300 extra calories a day and getting exercise! And don't forget to sleep extra as well. Your health also determines the baby's health."

She smiles like she deals with stuff like this everyday. Talk about professional; kudos to her. Bruce smiles. "Thank you so much. We weren't sure what to do and you've cleared up a lot of things for us. Thank you."

Dick smiles too but says nothing. He's relieved. He's going to have to change his daily regimen a little bit, but he's relived beyond belief. He feels a little guilty about not telling others about this. Especially Roy but he makes a mental note to call him as soon as he gets back to the Manor.

Yeah. He was going to call Roy and tell him the baby was okay. God, Roy. He must be so worried. He had really dragged Roy through the mud during this. Dick reprimands himself mentally. But it was okay now. Everything was going to be okay.

"And if you want to swing by and make an appointment in the next two weeks, we can determine the baby's gender as well!" That makes Dick's heart skip a beat. A gender. A real live baby inside him. And it would have a name. Be a person. He looks at the doctor and smiles.

There's a fluttery feeling in his chest.

"Thank you." And he meant every part of it.

And then Bruce tells him to go wait outside for a second. Dick almost rolls his eyes. Was Bruce going to hit on his doctor? The one that was helping him with pregnancy? Sometimes this man had no morals…

He glanced back down at his baby. There's bit of a glowing warmth in his chest. He feels proud.


"I want to know if it's safe to abort, this far in the pregnancy."

Dr. Lisa Truman takes off her glasses and sighs. She isn't shocked. She's heard this so many times. But she had thought with this case… She had just thought when they had come in… they were going to go through with it…

Her lips made a thin line. "At this far in the pregnancy, no."

"A miscarriage?"

She looks at him incredulous. "Mr. Holman, what you're suggesting can be incredibly dangerous and could even threaten your son's life."

Bruce almost sighs with frustration but keeps his composure.

"He's quite along now, and the best thing for him is to come in for regular check ups. I realize this may be a hard time for you sir, but there are alternatives such as adoption."

Bruce looks at her and finally looks away. "Thank you for your time."

And he leaves. He sounded so tired.

Lisa looks at the door close. She hopes that the next time this family walks through her doors, it won't be to kill the baby. She's operated enough here to know face of a broken mother, no matter how strong-willed. She doesn't want to see that look on the face of someone so young.


Dick pretends to have not heard the conversation.

The entire ride home, he keeps a smile on his face and talking about his appointed with Dr. Truman next week. It's no easy task to keep a calm face.

He reminds himself that there is no legal way for Bruce to force anything on him. No legal way. Sure, there would be plenty of ways to slip in something into his food to induce a miscarriage. Or maybe just a patrol accident. And then he has to reassure himself that Bruce would never do that. He's not that kind of person.

And it's then that Dick finally feels the weight of pregnancy. He can't go back now at all. The doctor was right. Even he wanted to try a miscarriage, it would put his own life in danger. And if the miscarriage didn't work, it would leave the baby handicapped for life.

Adoption was a choice.

He finally shuts up about the appointment and the car is silent. He just closes his eyes and tries to think. Would Roy be up for that? Would Roy mind that? He needs to get Roy caught up on this. In fact, this entire pregnancy ride thus far as been his team, him, and Bruce. There was something really wrong with this picture.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to leave Roy in the dark. Well, at the time, it seemed the best way. Just not to approach the problem at all.

When the car pulls into the Wayne Manor, he's surprised. He thought he was going to Mount Justice.

As if to answer his question. "You'll be staying here while under your… conditions."

And suddenly Dick roughly opens the car door to yell at his adoptive father. "No! You can't do this!"

Bruce doesn't even spare a second look. "I am your legal guardian. I can."

This was basically house arrest. He wasn't going to be able to leave the Manor at all. And most likely, no one would be able to see him. So this was Bruce's plan, just keep Grayson all locked up under key and cut everyone else out of the picture. Dick Grayson sighs and can almost feel tears threatening to start.

Calm down. Calm. Down. Just… breathe.

On any occasion, Dick might've just taken his bike or anything in their garage, actually. He knew how to drive. But he couldn't be reckless now. No, he'd find a way.


Alfred was on his side for sure. In fact, Dick had heard he and Bruce have several disagreements about this… this problem.

The supposed "house arrest" wasn't that bad. After all, the Manor is a huge place owned by bajillionaire Bruce Wayne. And Alfred has made sure to bring lots of healthy food choices and other disgusting foods that are apparently good for the baby. Dick eats it without a second thought now.

He takes daily walks around the manor. He doesn't dare do anything more than stretching or light jogging. The uneven bars will have to wait, he supposes. It's only been a week, but Bruce seems to refuse letting up this tantrum of his. Dick starts to think it's pretty immature. It has been a week now. Bruce was supposed to be the professional one, wasn't he?

"Master Dick, there is someone here to see you." He hears Alfred's call.

Dick gingerly makes his way down the stairs. He's so afraid that one day he'll fall down them (it's not like it hasn't happened before), and there's no way he going to grappling hook or barrel roll his way when it happens.

"Who is it?" And his heart swells three more sizes when he sees the familiar loving eyes and that red hair.

"…Roy…" Roy looks tired. Immensely tired, and older too. He looks so relieved when their eyes meet.

And it's like the first time all over again. He rushes to Dick's side and their foreheads touch. Oliver Queen is by the door looking amused at the very least. Alfred ushers the older man in and shuts the main door.

Dick is looking at this lover, the father of his baby, with questions now, but a smile still lingers on his face. "How-how did you get in? I was pretty sure Batman had his guard dogs ready to maim…"

Oliver answers that one. "Even the JLA won't give up on this one. He's fighting a losing battle. We managed to convince that Roy should share some responsibility. I'm supposed to be here for supervision but…" He shrugs. And Roy nods in agreement. It's been too long since he's seen Dick. It's been far too

long.

Robin smiles against Roy's cheek. "So everyone else thinks he's being an insufferable prat, huh?"

Roy chuckles and it's deep, warm, and soothing. "Mmm, I suppose. But I'm here and I couldn't ask for more…"


Alfred is making some food downstairs and Oliver is enjoying his coffee and making small talk. Bruce seems to refuse to come home when Roy is around and that's fine with everyone.

And Dick lays his head on Roy's stomach and both of them have a hand on his stomach, murmuring soft things, and thinking about the baby.

"This is amazing, isn't it?" Roy whispers. It's almost like there's a peace and he doesn't want to break it. It's so soothing to have Roy's hand rub small circles all over Dick's stomach.

Dick smiles and lets out a small, soft laugh. "Yes. It totally is. And it's ours…" He looks lovingly up at his partner.

Roy sighs. Yes. It was ours.

"So isn't this easier?" He asks. He doesn't mean to press it right now, but he just…

"Easier what?" Dick asks. He doesn't understand.

"Not keeping this a secret?" Roy specifies. Dick looks away and slowly gets up. Roy has to help him.

He looks at Roy straight in the eye. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think, I guess. I didn't want you to worry or-or…" Leave me.

Dick feels a soft kiss on his forehead. "I would never. Trust me. I love you."

And then there's that fluttery feeling in his chest and he pulls Roy down a little closer and gives him a kiss. Just a light, soft kiss. "I know. I love you too."

In that moment, it's just perfect. Everything feels perfect. They feel invincible, like they can take on the world. They feel like one.

Roy kisses back and he smiles into their kiss.

"I made an appointment next week. They said they should be able to tell the gender of the baby."

The look in Roy's eye made Dick look back at their baby again. Roy lays on his stomach so he's face to face with the small bump. He kisses it. "Hey there. I love you too."


Bruce Wayne has simply cut himself out of the picture. He's struggling with this, way more than he should. And it's Barry that talks to him about it.

"What." It's venomous. He just needs time. He doesn't need another person to talk to him about it. Bruce glares at the Flash.

"Whoa there. I mean, I could always get Superman instead or something…" He laughs but Batman doesn't find this funny.

Barry hands him a cup of coffee. Bruce doesn't drink it but takes it. The Flash takes it as a start. "So, why is the Bats all broody?"

If looks could kill…

Barry tries again and his tone is more serious. It's odd to hear such heavy weight in words when Barry talks. "I can't imagine what you're going through. But those two, they're almost like my own kids, Bruce. Right now is not the time to go all Batman on them. They need you. Robin needs you. He needs his father."

It's very similar to the lecture he had received from Diana the other day.

Bruce nods. He doesn't know yet. He needs time… but he doesn't have it. He gives Barry a nod of thanks, stands up, and leaves.

Barry knows that's all he's gonna get. It's been difficult for everyone. The best they can hope for is to try and pull through. The moment any of them stops like that, it's when it goes down hill. Barry is worried like hell for Robin and Roy. But at the same time, he can't help but admire their bravery.

The Bat-rage is something to behold. But then again, they are kids in love, right? Barry sips his coffee thoughtfully.

The Bats was a hard man to get to admit he was wrong. At the very least, he could show some support. Barry shrugs as he takes long swig of his coffee. Even Batman can't refuse the powers of love. He'd come around; Barry had faith in that.


Dr. Lisa Truman couldn't help but smile when she saw him walk in. He was just… glowing. Not literally, but there seemed to be so much weight off his shoulders. She was surprised when she didn't see his father. Instead, there was another man. Holding hands. Oh? Oh. Oh. That was too sweet.

Dick Grayson doesn't even need to reach the receptionist. She already has the door open. "Over here!"

He leads the other man excitedly. At the door, she greets Dick Grayson as Gary Holman. Roy has his hand out for her to shake. "Roy Harper. Nice to meet you."

"Dr. Truman. My pleasure." And she leads them down to the ultrasound room. While she could've just gotten an assistant to work the ultrasound, she almost wanted to be there with them. There was small talk. She found that he was the father, as well as legal adult.

She'd heard worse stories. She couldn't put it against him. In fact, it was just his presence that made Dick seem so much happier. He was showing more now and that was presumable. He definitely had been eating right and gained some pounds on top of that. With his small frame, he'd start showing more than most women.

Dick rolls up his shirt and she talks them through what she's going to do. First time parents are always a little nervous. When she applies the gel, Dick squeezes Roy's hand. It's not even frightening, just… cold. But it's nerve-racking. There's a small thing at the back of Dick's mind that asks what the hell he's going to do when he actually goes into labor.

"So if you both would like, I can tell you the gender-"

"Yes." They both say it at the same time. They share a smile and Dick almost gasps when Dr. Truman slowly puts the machine on his abdomen.

"And there we go." Dick opens his eyes. He realizes he's squeezed them shut for some reason.

On the ultrasound machine is… it's his baby. "So your baby is very healthy. This is a unique circumstance, but she is developing well," Dr. Truman smiles. "Yes. Your baby is girl." She can't put in words the happiness that appears between the couple.

"My baby girl…" Roy breathes out and it's like a magic word because Dick starts crying. He's never felt this happy before. He's wiping away the tears and Roy's helping and then his eyes are drawn to the screen of the machine. That was his daughter. She looked so precious.

He never did quite understand why people got so excited to see a sloppy picture on a screen. But now he did. He would never be able to put it in words.


As almost expected, the first person to get them a baby shower present even before the real baby shower and before they were planning on announcing the baby's gender, was M'gann.

She just showed up one day to a very surprised Dick Grayson and Roy Harper.

"H-hey, Megan…" Roy started. Dick Grayson on the other hand said, "How did you find this?"

Megan looked at the two of them sheepishly. "Well, it wasn't that hard when Wally was thinking so loudly about visiting you…" She then tried to explain herself even more. "I mean, I really tried not to but then I thought of a really great gift and then I couldn't help but, I mean, I'll try to control my powers in the future but since this was such a momentous thing I just thought-"

"Hey. Thanks. Um, I think Alfred can get you something if you're hungry." Dick cuts in. He's thankful, actually. Sweet. He feels a little teary-eyed.

The team really did care. It makes his heart ache, but in a good way. God damn all emotions. Roy hugs him from behind, tightly.

Megan comes in lightly. She's wearing civilian clothes, not school uniform or anything. Hopefully no paparazzi saw her. She has a large gift bag. "I saw this mobile and that it was adorable! And then the other things are aromatic candles. Zatanna and I put a little umph so they actually do work and will probably help more. And then Zatanna also suggested some CDs for the baby so I suppose this gift is from both me and Zatanna since she helped out so much!"

Roy and Dick are a little speechless.

"But really, I just wanted to see the baby…" Megan bites her lip. It was her first time with newborn life. It was very exciting.

Alfred came in with a tray of biscuits and cookies. "Please, do come in. There's no need to stand in the foyer."

When the trio is sitting at the kitchen counter, Roy starts pulling things out of the bag. The mobile really left them speechless. It was little robin birds and suns and clouds and flowers. And it played music! Just lullaby tunes, but it was such a well thought gift.

Goodness knows how much time they'd have for the baby after… after all this.

Megan had to explain all the candles, even though there were little notes on all of them. There were a few for sleeping or relaxation, some for energy or alertness, and others for light happiness and joy. Dick took the chance to hug her.

It was highly uncharacteristic of Dick, so Megan enjoyed it while she could.

But the gifts were only part of the reason. Once situated in the main living room and on the couches, Dick sat, legs on the couch, and propped against Roy. Megan looks at Dick mostly, because it's his baby. "So can I?"

Dick just smiles and leads her hand to his abdomen. There's a gush of happiness that fills her face and Dick can't even start to imagine what she's feeling. But he feels proud.

Roy felt extremely proud. This was his daughter. His little girl. He would never admit it (because he was supposed to be the stone, the foundation) but he was freaking out ever since the ultrasound. Oh my god. This was going to be his daughter. His beautiful daughter.

"She's so happy…" M'gann whispers. Right, she could form telepathic links. "I mean, she can't really form any words, but she learning a lot of things. She knows she's loved."

Roy hugs Dick from behind, and their beaming with wide smiles. "Congratulations, to the both of you!" Megan says and gives both of them a quick hug.

She really is happy for them. For them and the baby. New life and love. She had never been skeptical about their relationship and seeing them now, she knew she never could be.


"Are you sure you have not thought about adoption."

Dick rolls his eyes. He can't help it. "Yes, and Roy and I have decided that we're not going to put her up for adoption."

This seems to be a frequent conversation between himself and Bruce. Bruce has gotten… better (per se) about this situation. Frankly, he is far behind everyone who has gotten on the bandwagon of support, but Dick won't shun it away because deep inside (somewhere) he can't. Bruce is his father figure, the man who gave him the morals, the lessons, and the growth to who he is today.

"You are only 14 and Roy is 19. Both of you have prior obligations to your careers and the team-"

"Yeah, I know. Evil never rests. Roy and I will find a way. There are plenty of day care centers in Star City and several League members have volunteered as well. Iris even said for us to call her if we need her." Richard Grayson points out. Bruce is just trying to find excuses.

But the daddy Bats won't give in yet. "Have you thought about living accommodations? Education? Future plans? How are you going to raise a child when you're still one yourself." It's a flat insult. Every point is true and things that Dick and Roy have thought about in their sparing moments together. The best place would be the Wayne Manor, but Ollie has volunteered his place. Roy would move in with his ex-mentor then.

Setting up a trust fund wouldn't be hard. Dick Grayson is already entitled to a large sum of money. He's set up a database of schools from pre-school to colleges that would be eligible for their child (he's already started thinking a little bit like Bats himself). And then really, Roy and Dick would cross whatever future bridges that might arise.

Bruce takes out a folder. "These are good matches for parents. I've already done a background check. All you need to do is call them."

Dick stares at the folder. "She's not going up for adoption."

"This is not the responsible choice."

"Regardless, this is the choice that Roy and I have made."

"I cannot accept that choice." These words are cold. Final.

"It was never your choice to make." Dick hisses back.

Bruce slams his hands on the table. Dick doesn't even flinch.

"We will talk later when you can see that these are the choices that the father of my baby and I have made and that you can support us through this time." Every word cuts and Dick gets up and leaves. He always does get the final word, doesn't he?

Bruce sits at the dinner table. He has never felt more hopeless in his life. Alfred comes in.

"God. What am I going to do with him, Alfred?" He asks, face in his hands.

"If you don't mind, Master Bruce. I would actually ask what you going to do about yourself, sir." Alfred says lightly.

Bruce sighs. "I know, Alfred. I know."


Wally is so excited he's vibrating like crazy.

"Whoa, Kid Crazy, calm yourself before I get out my sedation kit." Artemis says. She could handle the excited speedster for the last few days since Robin announced that he would be dropping by the Mountain. But now it was getting on her nerves.

Wally doesn't really calm down. In fact, he just gets more excited. "HolyballsRobiniscomingtoday!"

Artemis rolls her eyes.

M'gann was really excited to tell the group that she had gone to see Robin earlier a few weeks ago. However, she kept some details to herself. She really wanted to see their surprise.

Outside, arriving by car was Roy and Dick. Roy looks at his partner, lover, boyfriend. "They're going to attack you, you know. That might not be safe…"

Dick just smiles. "That's why I'm bringing you."

Roy was right. There was an immediate group hug initiated by Wally West. Robin is showing and Wally is just amazed by the round tummy. He acts like a small child that's just seen a glass ornament.

"Can-can I touch it?" Wally asks so softly that Artemis couldn't believe that this was the same kid that was bouncing off the wall just a few moments before.

Dick chuckles. "The baby's a girl and yes, you may." Wally places a soft hand and lets out a laugh. It's so amazing that there's a life in there, between the walls of skin and tissue. There's a real live baby. He immediately pulls back with a "holy shit!"

Roy, alarmed, places a hold on Dick's shoulders but Dick just laughs. "You felt her kick, that's all!"

Wally is trembling. He's so nervous. His friend takes his hand and places it back on his stomach. "I think she likes you." Robin says softly.

Roy relaxes too. This is a precious moment. Wally finally calms down enough to crack a joke. "She better like me. Otherwise I'll spoil her shitless until she does…" Roy frowns slightly. "If you swear that like in front of her, you're not allowed to see her."

Wally raises his eyebrows. Whoa! on the protective Roy. He finally takes his hands off and has to laugh. He's going to miss the 'couldn't give any less fucks' Roy Harper. "Man, okay. I promise to be clean."

It's Artemis who is pushed forward next after everyone gets situated on the couch. She's even more nervous that Wally. She's almost afraid. She doesn't want to pass of any of her bad luck onto this unborn child by touching it or whatever. Call it superstitious, but she's trying to make up an excuse not to.

"I'm-I'm not all that great with kids so I dunno-I guess, maybe Kaldur-or something…" Then Wally takes her hand and places on Robin's stomach. Roy's got Robin in some sort of back hug on the couch and he kisses Robin's head. "I guess you're lucky you don't mind all this touching…" He murmurs.

Dick just smiles. This is his team. If he wanted his baby to meet anyone first, it would be his team (well besides Roy).

Artemis has to gasp when her hand first touches skin. And then she feels a kick or a movement or something, but she can't jerk her hand back. There's a baby there. Her free hand has to cover her mouth so she doesn't actually start sobbing. It's going to be a girl and she prays to whatever god that may exist that that god will bless this child. Goodness knows that she's been through shit and she never wants anything like that to even come into a long range shooting distance of this baby.

After a few seconds, she slowly lifts her hand. "Thank you." She says softly. The team is surprised. Never have they seen Artemis so emotional or rather, kind.

Although M'gann encourages Connor to go next, he sort of refuses and Kaldur goes instead. His sensitive webbed fingers immediately feel the baby's movements. New life is always a huge momentous celebration in his heritage. He closes his eyes and murmurs a short chant, an Atlantean prayer for prosperity. His voice carries almost a soft, rhythmic tune and Dick can almost feels a sudden coolness cover his body.

Roy must have felt it too, because he hugs him tighter.

Roy and Dick both say their thank yous.

Connor is thus far, the most hesitant. "It's fine if you don't want to…" Robin tries. He knows that Connor can be pretty awkward with this kind of stuff. Roy is a little bit unnerved how Superboy's just staring at Robin's stomach.

"No," Connor states. "I just…" He pauses, trying to look for words. "Her heart beat. It's there." He tries to explain.

Roy has to chuckle a little bit. "I'd be worried if it wasn't, Supey."

Superboy gingerly puts a hand on Robin's stomach, on the roundness. He has to wait a few seconds before he can calm down enough to relax. There's this part in the back of his mind that he might hurt the baby because he doesn't know his own strength.

Dick doesn't know what makes him happier: the moment when his baby kicks and seems rather taken with Connor or when Connor doesn't pull away but leans in a little closer, looking at Robin's stomach like it's a miracle.

"She's beautiful…" Connor breathes out. His knowledge of new life is solidly scientific, only what the genomorphs had put in his brain. This was a completely new experience altogether. He had never learned about new life this way.

Underneath his hands, he could feel every heartbeat, every movement, down to how each blood cell was rushing around right now in this small body. There's a little bit of happiness? Is that the word? That he feels at the center of his chest.

Their baby is a pretty amazing miracle. Connor makes a mental pact. He doesn't know if the baby can understand him, but he channels all he can. He will protect her. Should anything ever happen, he will. She seems to move a little. She's happy.


Birthing classes are done in private. The instructor is someone named Teresa Quattro. She does group classes, but to be on the safer side and rather for their own comfort, Roy and Dick has asked about private classes.

For an hour on Tuesday, Thursdays, and Fridays, Dick and Roy sat in her studio on yoga mats as she put on calming music (sometimes nature sounds, sometimes acoustic) and led the couple through routine stretches, breathing, and trust exercises.

Teresa loves this couple, really. It's a little bit unique, but as a mother herself, she can't judge. She knows they do love their baby and each other and that's enough for her. Since they come in for private sessions, she's gotten to know them better than most her clients.

Despite their unique situations, the "mother" of the situation was still planning on birthing normally and after a few medical explanations, she understood. Her only worry was that the "mother" was a bit young. Birthing was often more painful the younger or older a woman was from their prime age (which could vary).

Today they were going to write out a birth plan. As they went through classes, Dick and Roy saw that there was definitely a lot of preparation for birth (which was expected, but it didn't really dawn on either until they started going to these classes). There were different room controls, use of anesthetics, role of the father, specifics of the procedure, even labor props. What.

The couple decided that the father would help with the "catching" as well as be present throughout the procedure. Dick had been a little bit nervous about that part but Roy had simply said, "Nothing I haven't seen before…" But then Dick punched him in the arm.

Teresa couldn't help but smile when she saw them. Soul mates, if she'd have to say. And believe her, she's gone through so many couples…


The leg craps did get worse as the weeks went on. Dick felt like he was carrying a ton of books on his chest and his legs and back were trying to accommodate. He's really tired all the time too. This was a new feeling for him. He did get tired from long missions or late nights but this was just being tired all the time.

He groaned as he stretched again.

Roy pops his head into Robin's room. "You okay, babe?" Dick rolls his eyes. Even short pet names like 'babe' bug him a little. Okay, maybe he didn't have the coherent mind during love making to be annoyed by them, but now he was.

Blame it on the hormones and mood swings.

"'m fine. Just tired." Dick hadn't slept at the Manor since he had yet another argument with Bruce. The Mountain was comfortable and the two had been able to make it more like their Love Nest ver. 2.

Roy comes in and cuddles next to Dick. When Dick first met Roy, he would've never pegged the older man to be a big cuddler. Dick doesn't mind. He likes it, the love. Since this entire fiasco began, Roy had really stepped up to the plate.

Roy sits back up and Dick whines, feeling the cold against his side. Roy hushes him with light kisses and then starts to massage the younger boy's legs. Yes, Roy did step up to the plate. Robin lets out a sigh of relief.

"Feel better?" He asks, lightly. His voice is deep, almost gravelly now. Robin takes a second to just memorize the sound.

"Much. Love you." He says back, softly. He gets a kiss on his forehead and Dick opens his eyes and leans his head back a bit and leans into a kiss on the lips. Dick realizes that he misses moments like this, just between him and Roy, before the baby, before the others.

"How are we going to do this?" It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. He regrets it instantly. He blames Batman, or Bruce, really. It was just that small doubt. That he's still only fourteen. That what if he fails. He's been living his whole life avoiding failure.

And then Roy stops kissing. He draws back and looks at his Richard Grayson.

"We do her right and we make her proud. That's what." This situation is almost impossibly in their favor, the way Roy looks at it. Dick's team has his back, the League is all up for putting in a helping hand (all in except Batman, that is). But even in the Wayne household, there's Alfred. And the countless other 'bat family' members, excluding Bruce, that expressed their concern and that they would be more than willing to help.

Roy has been given the time to think about this. To think about the what ifs and the moment that maybe this isn't the right thing. That maybe giving his daughter to another family is best. Thinking about that makes his heart pain. It's like a sudden stab that makes his chest hurt. Roy has been selfish and not. He left the team for selfish reasons, but he doesn't call for help because he can't put his own weakness and get other people to cover for him. He can't get other people hurt.

He is prideful too, and quick to throw a punch, never the first to apologize, and then some. He doesn't have good qualities. Except that he knows what's right.

It's stupid and cliché and maybe it's just a hero thing, but he knew.

Maybe it's being selfish, but he can't stand seeing his baby girl in another person's arms. He can't stand to see Richard, his Richard break. He will do anything to keep this family together. And that's when sometimes, he's not selfish at all.

He puts his forehead on his lover's, as if they could talk telepathically that way. It's like this that once they can drown out all the white noise around them (there isn't much, really), that they calm their breathing and it's just them. Three heartbeats.

It's like this that Dick feels like he can do it. Do anything. That age doesn't matter. It's a stupid, crazy thing but he doesn't care. Someone once said that love was stupid and crazy, but that love was also powerful.

"I believe in you. You will be the best parent there ever was. Because it won't be the looks or the whispers that deem us good parents. It's when she'll smile," Dick closes his eyes when Roy talks. His words are like a fire, warming and spreading. "You'll make it work and I'll be there to help you. Always."


"I like Rachel…" Dick says as he's flipping through a book. He's just reached the 34 week mark and his doctor has been telling him, he's probably been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a bit now. Just painless non-rhythmical things to prepare for the real thing. It's weird and Roy thought that name decided would be a good way to just stay relaxed.

Dick gets nervous sometimes, when he thinks about real contractions and real birth giving.

Deciding on a name is even more stressful. Dick likes Rachel, Rose, Molly, Cassandra, and Madeline.

Roy likes Tasha, Lola, Jenny, and Michelle.

They've decided that her surname will be 'Harper-Wayne'. Dick pushed pretty hard for the 'Wayne' bit. Roy didn't understand why though. Bruce hadn't talked to ether of them since the argument and when he gave missions to the team, he seemed to ignore Robin.

Roy yawns and cracks his knuckles. Long night. Who ever thought naming your child was this hard? Maybe there was a perfect name waiting for somewhere…

"How about Lian?" Wally calls out as he pops into the kitchen. The kitchen counter table is littered with self-help books on babies, baby names, and books naming essentially everything that could go wrong during a pregnancy.

No mission today and the team has gotten rather comfortable with having Robin and Roy around. When Dick started having his BH contractions around the Mountain, Connor almost flipped out because his super senses had gone a little haywire as Robin's body became a lot more conscious about it.

Robin lets the word mull around in his mouth. "Lian Harper-Wayne," He smiles. "It has a nice ring…"

"Yeah? I know right? Obviously Uncle Wally knows best…" Wally boasts from the couch. Roy raises an eye brow and then looks at Dick.

"Uh, when did we decide that it was okay to have Wally as an uncle to our daughter?" Dick can't help but laugh because it almost sounds like something Batman would say. That brings a little bit of pain in his heart. Bruce still refuses to talk to him and Dick's all but given up. There's nothing he can do.

Wally gives a disagreeable sound and says, "Uh, obviously we decided it because I am like, Robin's best bro ever. Which, if you don't know, equivlates to me being an uncle."

Roy rolls his eyes. He likes the name a lot but seriously, a name from Wally? He pauses but then says, "It does, but I think we should keep our options open…"

Over the next few days, that doesn't seem to be an option at all. Wally comes and goes referring to their daughter as 'Lian' and the rest of the team does so as well. Even Robin starts cooing about 'Lian' this and 'Lian' that.

Roy gives in. Rather, he likes the name. It's unique and it's very… fitting. However, he will never admit to Wally that he likes the name. He'll admit to Dick, though.


Roy had to catch Dick when he stepped out of bed.

"Jesus, are you okay?" He voiced concern as he held tight to the small arms.

Dick just looks up. "Just center of gravity is everywhere and just a little dizzier in the mornings. Almost 40 weeks…" He chews on his bottom lip. He's worried, a little. A lot of things can go wrong. He's not considered post-due until 42 weeks though… And god, he needs to go to the bathroom right now. Breathing is easier, but it seems he had to wake up every two minutes during the night to pee.

Screw pregnancy, he thought a little irritated.

Roy strokes his hand through Dick's hair. "Yeah, almost 40 weeks…" He sighs happily. Content. And it's just that that make Richard Grayson calm a little bit. As far as being moody, Dick has been pretty good. Roy knows when to back off and go get dark chocolate syrup and Cinnamon Toast Crunch (that's been Dick's craving for the last couple of weeks. Before that, it had been pickles and then before that was roasted chestnuts and peanut butter…).

Dick untangles himself and gives Roy a peck on the cheek. Good start to a good day. That would be his mantra.

It's around lunch when it happens. It's not painful, just… uncomfortable. The period cramping started to get more frequent and more intense. Dick excused himself to the bathroom, which wasn't uncommon (probably his hundredth trip today).

He's shaking. 'Jesus, is this contractions? Am I-? Do I need to call the doctor? My water hasn't broken yet. I need to-'

"Hey, you okay?" Roy's voice.

Dick tries to make his voice sound as confident as he could but it almost squeaks. "C-can you call Dr. Truman?"

"Is she-?"

"Just call the doctor, right now!" Dick almost yells. But he almost smiles (key word, almost). He can hear Roy talking excitedly outside the door.


Packing for the trip wasn't long. Dick, being Robin, packed everything before hand and had a checklist made. He was incredibly calm, once he got out of the bathroom.

The team had a giant group hug and each of them gave their good wishes to the baby. Roy was still fidgeting. As the couple leaves, Wally digs out his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?" Artemis asks.

"Batman, duh." He says seriously, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Roy was freaking out now (but in a good way). He was constantly asking if Dick needed anything or was feeling okay and so on. Dick finally told him to pay attention to where he was driving. Last thing they needed was to miss the exit to the hospital.

These were intense contractions so Dick figured they might even send him home. His water hadn't even broken yet. But that would be ridiculous, in his opinion. He could always get Dr. Truman to- Oh! He didn't have the colored contacts. Dammit. The one thing that slipped his mind. Oh well. Guess the doctor will know who the hell he is now.

Batman can do damage control. Whatever.

True to her word, Dr. Truman was there to help get everything underway. And she didn't even ask question about how he mysteriously when from the average Joe to fucking Richard Grayson.

In a blur of several hours, Robin's water broke, he was given some drug that Roy had to ask Dr. Truman a bajillion times if it was safe or not, and somewhere in the middle of it, Robin felt a little numbed over but it stopped hurting. Oh god, and he wasn't even that far into the contractions yet.

It must have been sometime in the evening but someone was telling him to push and Roy was squeezing his hand like no other and Dr. Truman was there somewhere and then there was a lot of pain and God damn all things, why weren't those painkillers working, and then he was shouting or yelling?

And then he was quiet. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and his heart pounding madly in his chest. This was it.

At first was a small cry. Roy leaves his side for a second and Dick yearns for that comfort back.

"This is Lian. Our daughter." Roy's holding a bundle in his arms and then he finally (in what seems like an eternity) hands Lian over to Dick. Dick coos and those bright green eyes. She's beautiful.

At 7:23pm, Lian Harper-Wayne was born at St. Peter's. At 7 lbs. and 2 oz. and 20 inches long, Lian made their world. Dick feels tears roll down his face, but he's smiling and laughing. This is his daughter. This is his family.


Bruce had been making himself a cup of coffee. Alfred had been on a silent strike all week. He'd ask for a cup of coffee and it would have several spoonfuls of sugar and Alfred would apologize and say, "My age must be getting to me, Master Bruce." And laugh.

Alfred had dusted all of the house, but left Bruce's room untouched. When Batman came back from patrol, bruised and beat up Alfred patched him up in the most brutal way possible. In fact, sometimes Bruce wondered if he was better off to just going off to his room instead of checking in with Alfred.

Bruce would ask for his bath to be drawn and it'd be too cold or in some occasions, it would have those bath foam fragrances in it and Alfred would simply say, "I must've knocked it over by accident. I apologize Master Bruce." But that wasn't it. He'd always add, "But Master Richard was fond of those bath bubbles when he was younger, didn't he?"

Or something like that.

Bruce knew it was Alfred's way of telling him to get over himself and go be a father.

The League was giving him the silence treatment. Even Clark and that son of a bitch had no right!

So there was Bruce, butlerless and friendless, making himself coffee.

His phone rings. He doesn't remember any appointments or meetings today and surely no one just calls his personal number for fun.

"Hello?"

"Uh, I know you're Batman but seriously. Robin is at St. Peter's right now. He'll want you there. If you're not there, um. God, I will lose all respect for you."

"Thank you Wally." Batman hangs up the phone and leaves his coffee forgotten.

"Alfred! We're going to the hospital!" He calls out.

Jesus, his son was at the hospital. His son.

Alfred puts on his brown pea coat and smiles. Good to see the old master get his "groove back", as they say.


When Bruce comes into the room, there's a thick tension that appears out of nowhere and Roy almost shoots him a glare. A warning.

Bruce almost wants to hug the kid because if he'd anything less, he wouldn't have been worthy.

And then he sees the bundle of black hair. Eyes closed.

"Her name is Lian. She's sleeping." Dick says, just glancing up before letting his gaze fall to the baby again.

Bruce lets out a slow breath. He doesn't know what to say. All of his eloquence escapes.

Alfred saves the day with, "She looks lovely. As cute as a button, yes?"

"Yes." Bruce manages. It's one word but Dick looks up surprised and his eyes well up a little. He cries for the second time that day.


They say I should do a journal for the first year of your life. A scrapbook sort of thing.

Frankly, with trying to keep both you and Roy happy, I'm not sure if I can manage, but here's the first entry.

We all got to leave the hospital a few days ago. We put you in a tiny, pink knitted hat and you looks adorable. We're going to pamper you like no other. Your OB, Dr. Truman, will be seeing you in the next couple of weeks for your first round of shots and other things to keep you healthy.

I think she's just in love with you as much as we are.

When we finally showed you off to the team, you were incredibly quiet. You'd been crying for most of the day since Roy had to go on patrol. I'm a little bit afraid with how comfortable you are with Roy. You better not spoil him.

But Uncle Connor managed to get you smiling and laughing. I'm glad you remember the team. They will be your second family. Uncle Wally was extremely happy to see you and he wanted to take you on a run, but not yet. Goodness, he's going to spoil you so much. I'm not sure if it's astrous or disastrous.

We are all so happy you're here. Next week, we'll be setting up your new room. Your father and I got a new small flat for all three of us in Start City. Bat-daddy was incredibly sad when we decided we wouldn't be living with him. But if we did, he'd spoil you too!

Now that I think about it, everyone is spoiling you but who's spoiling me? Well, I expect big things from you then, Lian. I love you.

Your father, Richard Grayson.

Below the writing sits a picture. Dick is holding Lian in his arms, and she has a pacifier in her mouth. Roy is standing by the newly assembled crib and Bruce and Alfred and Oliver are standing behind them, hands on their shoulders. The team stands around them with toys and blankets. The room is painted a pastel yellow and the mobile of robins and suns hang from the ceiling behind everyone.


Thank you for supporting this fic! R&R. Also, idk. Roy's eyes are green, right? =u=