Thanks again for the reviews. The bad news is that unfortunately this is another short chapter but it was the only way I can think of to end this chapter before the next one I have in mind. The good news is that the baby finally gets a name.

Disclaimer: I don't Own Gorham, DC comics or any songs mentioned.

Enjoy.


Chapter 4: The Name Game (Little Bird)

After Selina finished feeding the baby, she carried him back to one of the bedrooms and Bruce followed. Bruce saw the room had a bed and dresser, but no crib. The only baby furniture was a Moses basket. He also saw a few packs of diapers, wipes, formula, and bottles in the corner of the room. He also noticed there wasn't any spare clothes or toys in the room.

Selina continued to sooth the baby, trying to get him to fall asleep. She tried rocking and singing to the baby. But he was fighting the urge to sleep. A half hour later he was still awake and Cat was running out of patience.

"You sang that song already." Bruce reminded her.

"I only know a few lullabies." Selina countered in an irritated tone. "It's not my fault he doesn't respond to them."

"Do you mind if I try a song?" The young billionaire asked.

"You going to sing an opera?" The street kid teased the heir.

"Actually, I wanted to try a song my mother used to sing to me when I was little." He countered. "It used to put me to sleep all the time."

"Be my guest." She agreed.

Bruce cleared his throat before he began as Selina continued swaying the fussy infant.

"Little bird, liittle bird, fly through my window." He started singing softly.

"Little bird, little bird, fly through my window/ Little bird, little bird fly through my window/ Find molasses candy/ Through my window, my sugar lump/ Fly through my window, my sugar lump/ Find molasses candy."

The baby started cooing softer than before as Bruce continued to sing.

"Chickadee, chickadee, fly through my window." The boy continued.

"Chickadee, chickadee, fly through my window/ Chickadee, chickadee, fly through my window/ Find molasses candy/ Through my window, my sugar lump/ Fly through my window, my sugar lump/ Find molasses candy."

"Is it just the same lines over and over again with different birds?" Cat whispered.

"Pretty much." Bruce replied.

The baby started fussing when the lullaby stopped.

"What's next?" Selina asked.

"Jaybird." Bruce informed her before continuing. "Jaybird, jaybird, Fly through my window."

Selina joined in.

"Jaybird, jaybird, fly through my window/ Jaybird, jaybird, fly through my window/ And find molasses candy/ Through my window, my sugar lump/ Fly through my window, my sugar lump/ And find molasses candy."

The baby's eyelids started to droop and Selina gently placed the baby in the basket.

"Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, Fly through my window." Bruce leaded in a whispered tone before Selina joined in.

"'Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, fly through my window/ Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, fly through my window/ And find molasses candy/ Through my window, my sugar lump/ Fly through my window, my sugar lump/ And find molasses candy."

The two teens slowly backed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind them to let the baby rest as they walked back to the common area.

"Finally, I hope he'll sleep for a few hours." Selina said as she sat on the couch.

"Hopefully." Bruce agreed, sitting right next to her. "I couldn't help but notice that there wasn't a crib or any extra clothes or toys in the room."

"Well, excuse me, if the baby store wasn't open at midnight." Cat countered. I got what I could find at a convenience store and he was in the basket when I found him."

"Wait, why would his mother go through the trouble of putting him in a basket if she was just throwing him away?" The heir asked.

"I don't know, maybe she had some remores." She reponded bitterly. "He looks a few months old, he probably even had a name before she decided she didn't want to be mom anymore."

"By the way, have you given any thought to what you want to name him?"The boy asked. "You are sure it's a him, right?"

"Yes, Bruce, I'm sure." Cat said. "And I don't know, yet. I was thinking something cool to go with the last name Kyle, like Travis or Tyler. But I don't want anything too popular or trendy."

"What about naming him after you're father?" Bruce asked.

"I never met him, never asked about him." Selina said. "You got any other ideas?"

"Well, traditionally speaking, the first son is usually named after the father or-." Bruce said.

"Nice try, Bruce." Selina interrupted. "I'm not into the whole Junior thing, so 'Bruce Jr' is out of the question."

"Actually, I was wondering if since I'm willing to help you with him and basically be a father figure to him, if you'd be willing to name him after my parents." Bruce suggested. "I've thought about it a lot lately and I wanted to name my first child in memory of them."

"So you want to name him Thomas Martha or Martha Thomas?" Cat questioned. "Wouldn't other kids pick on him if he had a girl's name?"

"Actually, the male version of Martha would be Martin." He corrected. "So it would be Thomas Martin... or Martin Thomas."

"I guess Tom or Tommy wouldn't be so bad." Selina considered. "And Thomas Martin Kyle has a ring to it."

"So is that a yes?" Bruce asked.

"I guess." Selina agreed. "But for the record, we're not naming the next one after Alfred."


If you're wondering, the Lullaby they sang was "Little Bird, Little Bird" By Elizabeth Mitchell. I used to sing it to a a baby I used to babysit.