Disclaimer: Batman does not belong to me. I make no profit from this. Batman created by Bob Kane.


"Bruce, which color do you like more, green or yellow?"

Bruce's head swivels in Talia's direction, his eyes locking onto the color swatches she holds in both hands.

"Why not both?" He says.

Talia hums pleasantly, then rests her hand on her stomach.

Three more months and Damian will be born. Bruce and Talia will be parents to a child that Ra's says will be a perfect little boy. Perfect.

That is a word that most accurately describes Bruce's life with Talia. They're married (secretly, but it's legal), they're living together, and Bruce is thinking about getting back into the gym. Working on those muscles which have been dormant for three years.


Late at night, when Talia sleeps, Bruce takes a walk in their house. He always finds himself inside his office, sitting in a leather chair, looking at a picture of his parents. He does not question his life, does not wonder what they would think of him. He is confident in the choices he has made. He puts the picture down, then makes his way out of the room.

But on this night, three months before the birth of his son, he catches a glimpse of another picture. This one is of Alfred. Alfred loves Bruce, but he does not always agree with the things Bruce does. He never says anything, because he's too polite, but his disapproval is there.

Bruce hesitates to leave the room for a moment, a single moment. His hand lingers on the door knob, then he turns it, and returns to his and Talia's bedroom.

Bruce is plagued with an uneasiness for the next three months.