For the past hour, Diana and I have been silent. Clark and J'onn are on the other side of the glass of the interrogation room. She's uncuffed, rubbing her wrists. She hasn't answered my question, and I don't bother to ask it again.

I haven't told anyone about the baby, but I suspected J'onn already knew. I prayed Clark didn't use his X-ray vision to look inside her stomach. I glanced at Diana. She looks calm, almost peaceful. I sighed and held a hand to my ear.

"I need both of you to leave, I want to talk to her alone." I said. Diana looked up from her hands.

I clear my throat. I reached for a compartment in my utility belt and pull out the pregnancy test. Diana watches me set it gently down in front of her. She stares at it.

"Is it real? Or are you going to lie to me again?" I asked with a desperate tone. She leaned down, taking something out of her boot. She places it next to the pregnancy test. A second stick, also positive. I picked it up.

"That's the first one I took. It was two nights after I left. I've been taking one every three days because I know it might be a false positive, but for the past three months it's been the same." She explained. I set it down.

"The one I sent you is the most recent one." She adds.

I bite my lip. She looks down, as if she's ashamed. I stand up quickly, rushing over to her and taking her in my arms. I don't give her a chance to breathe as I kiss her roughly. She wraps her arms around my neck. I break us apart and embrace her tightly.

"You have no idea how happy I am." I said quietly. She sighed in relief.

We sat on the floor and decided to talk. I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned into me. I predicted it would be a boy. She shakes her head.

"How would you know if it was a boy?"

"I know everything Princess." I say with a small smile. She rolls her eyes. I peck her on the cheek. She smiles.

"Well, you won't know until January." She said. I touch her stomach.

"It's a boy." I said, taking my hand away from her stomach. I smirked. "It told me."

She rolled her eyes. "And if it's a girl?" I shrugged.

"Then you would have proved me wrong once again Princess." I nuzzle her shoulder. "I'd still love my daughter all the same. But you're going to handle the talks, boy or girl."

"I'll handle the talks, but you can handle the boyfriend or girlfriend." I shake my head.

"They aren't dating anyone till I'm dead." I said. She laughed.

"That's going to be a while." I hummed my agreement. She sighed and leaned her head back onto my shoulder.

We sit in silence until I get a call for a mission. She frowns a bit when I stand up. I smirk, lean down, and quickly kiss her forehead. I leave. The mission was to capture the secret society and get them back to their prisons.

At the last second of the battle, I feel Clayface wrap a gooey arm around my foot. He pulls me back, causing me to fall onto the hard concrete face first. He drags me through the parking garage that had connected to the Metropolitan Mall. In a second, I find myself in the air, falling from the top. I pull out the grapple gun and see it latch onto the building. The line straightens out and it suddenly turns black.

***
I wake up in the med bay with three people staring at me. I sit up from the bed and look at John, J'onn, and Clark. They look at me if relief, to which I raise a brow at them. I blink a couple of times to get the spots of colors out of my sight. Clark sits on the bed, smiling.

"We thought you were going to be in a permanent coma." He said. I stare at him in disbelief. I turn to John.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"A good two weeks, almost three." John answered.

I turn to the side, rubbing my temples. I blinked a couple more times. Clark stood up from the bed quickly when I attempted to stand. I was light-headed, and my vision blurred every now and then. I leaned on him for support.

"Bruce, you should rest. You're lucky that your mask took most of the damage." He suggested. I shook my head.

"I'm fine Clark." I stand up straight. "I'm just going to see Diana." I hear an exhale and the room went still.

I look at Clark, who took a step back toward the door. John also takes a step back, looking down to avoid my gaze. I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at Clark.

"Clark?" I say. "What happened?" He gulped.

"She isn't here anymore." I raise an eyebrow. He cleared his throat.

"I turned her in to the UN the day you were injured. She's going to go on trial and the UN will decide her sentence." He mumbled.

I walk toward him quickly. I blink and my fist connects with his jaw. He tries to push me away from him. I push him against the counter, his head smashing the glass cabinet. I'm screaming at him, all while John tries to pull me away. J'onn runs over and sticks a needle in my neck, making my vision more blurry than it already was.

"You promised me you wouldn't! You fucking idiot! They're gonna kill them!" I yelled. Lantern and J'onn pin me to the floor. My body feels like a weight, and I'm getting tired, but I keep yelling at Clark.

"Them?" He asks. I struggle against the others.

"She's pregnant you idiot!" I cried. My eyes burn as I repeat the words until I start to slur and the world turns black once again.

I wake up back in the bed, and notice my wrists and ankles are tied. I look to my side and scowl at the man standing next to me. He sighed, giving me a frown.

"Restraints." I say. "Really?"

"I was scared you were going to kill me." He replied. I rolled my eyes. "You know where the kryptonite scalpels are."

"I do want to kill you. But I can't because I can't feel my arms or my legs." I said coldly.

"The drug will wear off soon." He said. He hung his head after a long pause. "I didn't know she was pregnant."

"You better get her back." I told him. He nodded.

"I'll tell them she's pregnant. They'll give her nine months." I shook my head.

"Don't tell them. She's worried enough about her mother finding out about it. You get her back into our custody." I said.

"Bruce, I don't think the UN is going to let her go into our custody."

"They'll listen to me. Tell them that it's my idea. The government trusts me."

He sighed. "I'll try."

"No, you're going to get her back. I don't want to hear 'I'll try'." I seethed. I twisted my wrists against the restraints. "If she or our baby gets hurt, I'm kicking your ass."

He nodded. He began to walk away, before I clear my throat. He turns around and I motion toward the restraints. He walked back toward me and released me. I sat up. He left without another word spoken. I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath. I dug the heel of my palms into my eyes. I fell back onto the bed and groaned in frustration.

I left the watchtower once the night came. My patrol wasn't anything interesting, so I had come back to the manor earlier than usual. Alfred stands by the platform in the Batcave, looking anxious. I step off the platform, taking off my cowl. I walk past Alfred and make a beeline to my desk.

"Anything interesting while I was gone?" I asked, rummaging through endless files on the hard drive.

"No, but I'm sure Master Clark has told you the most interesting news from today." I turned around and cross my arms.

"He told me that Diana is in the UN's custody." He raised an eyebrow.

"No, that she's gone." I uncross my arms. "He told me that she had disappeared four days ago."

"Did he tell you this today?" He nodded.

"He had just found out today." He added. He paused. "I was going to tell you immediately, but I'm afraid I had gotten distracted with some company."

He motioned toward the stairwell. I took a glance, noticing a silhouette dressed in one of my shirts. She cupped her hands behind her back. In a second, she's in trapped in my embrace. I could hear Alfred's smile. I sighed in relief.

"I'm glad you're okay." I whispered. She barely nodded.

I handed her a cup of tea. I sat next to her on the couch. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. We were sitting in the den, the one where the whole disaster had started. She didn't seem to mind the past memories. Instead, she was quiet, not bothering to be the one to start the conversation.

"How'd you get here?" I asked. She pulled her hair back.

"After I disappeared, I didn't know where to go. This was the first place that came to mind." She answered. "Are you going to turn me in?"

I shook my head. "No." She took a glance at the fire. "You should."

"I told Clark not to turn you in. He knows you're pregnant." I said. She inhaled. I turned to her. "Diana?"

Letting out a deep breath, she sighed and slouched. "Was. I was pregnant."

"What are you talking about?"

"Night before I left, I was at the hospital." She sniffed, biting her lip. "Because I was having a miscarriage."

I look down at my hands, trying to process it. I look at her with my mouth open, but I quickly close it and look back at hands. I rested my elbows on my knees and took a breath. I focused on the fire, trying my hardest not to cry.

"So there is no baby." I said. She nodded. A muffled cry came from her.

"I am so sorry Bruce. I know that you've always wanted a kid of your own and I'm so sorry." She mumbled.

"It's not your fault Princess." I reassured. She shook her head.

"If I wasn't made out of clay then I wouldn't have had that miscarriage." I put an arm around her. I hold her hand in mine.

"I'm sure that's not why it happened." I said.

"I'm not real Bruce. That baby was." She rested her head on my shoulder. "I mean, it could've looked like you or me or both of us. I didn't even know if I was having a boy or a girl." She cried.

I take her fully on my lap and cradle her. I kiss her hair and whisper small things to calm her. Soon, she's asleep in my arms. I decide not to move her, covering both of us in a blanket. I feel Alfred's hand and my shoulder. I look up at him and nod. He walks away, off to retire for the night.

I look down at Diana. Now, she isn't a hero turned villain. Now she isn't a wanted fugitive. Nor is she the warrior princess of an armed island. She's just a mother without her child. And I would cry at the fact that I may never get the chance to be a father, but I wasn't sure if I had anymore tears to shed. And that, that was the most painful part of it.