Chapter 4
I sat in a chair next to Bruce's bed. He was stable; but with the amount of blood he lost there was no telling when he'd wake up. We weren't even sure if he'd wake up. I sat there holding is hand waiting for him to open his eyes.
"Bruce. Please come back to me. I need you." i cried. "You can't leave me. Especially not now." There was a reason i was feeling sick the night.
Another day passed and still nothing. I was getting worried. But then i saw his eyes begin to open. He looked around and saw me.
"Barbra." He called out softly. He gently placed his hand on my face. Tears of joy rolled down my cheek onto his hand.
"You saved my life. You almost died." I said as i laid down next to him.
"And i'd do it again for you."
"I love you Bruce."
"I love you too Barbra." Those words sounded so good coming from him. I held him in my arms. He was my Bruce. He was mine. And nothing was going to take him away.
"How much blood did i lose?" He asked.
"You don't want to know." I answered. We sat there for a few more minutes. It kept gnawing at me. The news i got after we got him stable. I had to tell him. "Bruce, i'm going to say something. It's really big news."
"What is it?"
"Bruce... I'm pregnant." I said with a nervous smile on my face. Don't get me wrong. I was excited to be holding his baby. But still being pregnant is also a scary thing. The hormones. The cravings. The sickness. And the fact that i'm going to look fat. But i still wanted to have his baby.
Bruce's eyes popped out of his skull practically. "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. His face of surprise now turned to a face of happiness. "The perfect woman, and a baby on the way. What more could i ask for?" He said placing a kiss on my lips.
"Seeing as we're going to be parents. Maybe it would be fitting to take care of your son as Mrs. Barbra Wayne." I suggested.
"Barbra Gordon will you marry me?"
I smiled widely. "Yes." I answered instantly pressing my lips hard against his.
He pulled away and laid his head down. "Eh, that was too much. I don't have a whole lot of strength right now." He groaned.
"It's okay, you lost a lot of blood. You need to take things easy. This is a lot to take in right now."
"I feel like hammered shit." He whined.
A wide, some might say twisted, grin spread across my face. "Well then." I said as i straddled his lap. "How about you just let nurse Barbra take good care of you." I said seductively.
"Barbra i love where you're going with this, but i just don't have the strength to move."
"Then just sit back, and let me do all the work." I said placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I'm the luckiest man alive." He chuckled.
"Damn right you are." i replied.
Bruce would go on to make a full recovery. We did everything we planned on doing. We got married (even though my father never fully 100% approved). I gave birth to our perfect baby boy. And now 12 years later, we protect Gotham as a family. Batman, Batwoman, and Robin.
The End
