Week Ten
"I'm pregnant."
Dick can hardly believe the words that he just heard.
Batgirl, Oracle, Barbara (Gordon) Grayson, Babs, his wife – whatever you want to call her – is pregnant with his child.
His child.
HIS CHILD!
He's ready to do a quadruple flip of absolute joy and wonder in the middle of the bedroom.
But wait…
What the hell is Batman doing here? And why the hell is he advising Barbara to tell him, her husband, something he should be the first to know? Does he truly know no boundaries? Dick furls his hands into fists on instinct to attack his mentor.
Seeing Dick work pieces together to make them fit, Bruce clears his throat, "It's not what you think, Dick."
"Oh, really, B?" he seethes as he takes a step forward. "Because it looks a LOT like what I think."
Bruce raises his hands in defense. "I'm actually not the one who worked it out. It was Alfred who told me," he chuckles.
Barbara furrows her brows, "Alfred? How did Alfred know?"
Bruce pauses, "You know… I don't know. I never thought to ask him."
The two crime fighters look at each before breaking into fits of giggles, "Cass."
"'World's Greatest Detective', my ass, Bruce," Barbara smirks as her mentor shrugs.
They look over at Dick, who has calmed down considerably and now looking pale.
"Sit down, old chum," Bruce directs him onto the bed next to Barbara.
"How do you feel?" Barbara asks him softly.
Dick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes again, his signature grin is on his face.
"I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!"