"Hey, Wings. You feeling better?" Wally asked sweetly as waltzed casually into the infirmary. The limp he had been sporting the previous day was almost entirely gone thanks to his accelerated rate of healing, and he was back in his red uniform. It almost seemed as though he hadn't been shot at all, let alone twice.

Shayera, on the other hand, was lying in a hospital bed in the medical wing of the Watchtower, near the large windows overlooking Earth. Luckily, Bruce and J'onn had allowed her to change into a loose dress rather than one of those awful gowns that patients were generally forced to wear. It had a pattern in pale green and blue colors and thin straps to accommodate the needles and monitoring equipment that J'onn had insisted she remain hooked onto until the next day. She was propped up by a number of pillows which Bruce had brought for her comfort, knowing how much she had enjoyed them at the Wayne estate. Even though she had been relaxing and eating all day, she was still quite pale. Still, she smiled and responded, "I would be even better if they would let me out of this damn bed."

Wally grinned and jumped in the air, landing neatly cross legged at the end of Shayera's bed, careful to avoid her legs. He leaned back and joked, "I remember when they wouldn't let me out of bed. Oh, the horror of days past."

"Yesterday, Wally. You are talking about yesterday." She sighed indignantly.

He smiled, "The time is not important. Anyway, I just came to check on you and my god kid. Are both of you doing okay?"

She nodded, "They did an ultrasound earlier and everything is going well. The baby was healthy and has been kicking all afternoon to remind me. Apparently he has decided that rest is optional for him. I'm slowly going insane with boredom, though. How is it that there is nothing interesting to do here?"

Wally nodded in understanding.

Then, Shayera cocked her head to the side, "I don't understand the concept of this 'god-father' role, however. What exactly does it mean?"

Wally leaned over, reached under the bed, and pulled out a plastic container. He opened it to reveal a collection of chocolates and other candies. Shayera's eyes opened wide in surprise, especially because J'onn was strict about checking all food before it came into the infirmary. Since he regulated out almost all unhealthy foods, having the fattening things that Wally had hidden would be a treat. He smiled conspiratorially and said, "This is the bed I usually get if I'm in here. I was sick of the stick up J'onn's butt when it comes to food. So, I snuck this in here a while ago. To be honest, I'm surprised he hasn't noticed yet, but I don't think it's occurred to him that anyone would do this."

He offered her a chocolate, which she happily took. Then, after grabbing a stick of licorice, he continued, "Anyway, as God-Father, I would be entitled to raising your kid if anything were to happen to you and John. Now, before you say anything, remember that you don't want your kid to grow up to be as much of a dick as Bruce, as self-centered as Princess, as goodie two shoes as Supes, or as weird as J'onn. That means I win by default. Also, it means that I get to play a key part in raising your kid - which I was going to do anyway. You might as well just make it official that I'm your second in command with this kid. It'll avoid Superman from trying to move it and make the kid a mini-Krypton."

She frowned, "I've never really considered what would take place if something happened to me until today. Humans have some type of procedure for such a situation, isn't that correct?"

Wally looked confused, "Yeah. I guess you could make a will." Then he rolled his eyes, "But naming me God-Father is way easier. Just saying."

"Wally, I need to make one of those. Do you know how?" She insisted.

Her face had once again grown deathly pale. Her eyes were glazed over with fear and she pushed her hair out of her face as she searched around her for a pen. Wally realized immediately that she was growing tense again. Reaching for one of her hands, he asked, "Shay, are you okay?"

"No. I need to have instructions for if something were to happen." She said nervously.

"Okay," Wally said serious, "But there's something more to this than just that. I can see it in your eyes. What aren't you saying?"

"John doesn't believe me." She said simply

"What do you mean John doesn't believe you? Did he say something to you before you got here? I know Clark said you got into a disagreement, but I didn't know it was that bad." Wally leaned forward in anticipation of what she would say.

She ran one shaky hand through her messy hair, "He told me he doesn't think he's the baby's father, which I can understand considering I was engaged. But when I tried to explain, he refused to listen me."

"He what?" Wally shouted.

She turned to him with a look that was utterly petrified. Quietly, she whispered in fear, "I have to have a plan, Wally. If something happened to me... I thought I would have time to make John see. To make him understand. But what if he never does? If he never really accepts that he is the father of this child? What if it's just me doing all of this? I could leave this baby all alone and then what? Who takes care of him? Who takes him to school and teaches him to fly and makes sure he knows right from wrong? He could be all alone."

"Shay." Wally tried to stop her, but she kept speaking so quickly he almost couldn't keep up with her.

"What have I done? He could be all by himself in this world. I can't just leave him with nothing." Her voice was quiet, yet clearly quite pained. To stop her, Wally leaned forward and put his hands on either side of her face. She stopped almost instantly and looked him in the eyes. Her distress was written in the tears he could see her trying to hold back. The Shayera he knew almost never cried.

Firmly, he said, "Shay, listen to me. I'm serious about taking this kid if you need me to. You're baby will never be alone - I'll make sure of it. Hell, we all will. Whatever John decides doesn't matter. I'll feed the kid and take him or her to school. Promise, I'll tell it a story every night and make sure that there is never anything to fear. I'll let Superman teach him right from wrong. I'm sure that at least some of his savior complex will rub off on the little guy. Bats will teach him to fly. Don't ask me how, but he'll figure something out. He always does. And Linda will make up for whatever we can't. I've got a plan. I've got this covered. So take a breath and calm down." He lowered his hands so that he was gripping her upper arms instead. He could feel her shaking slightly as he did.

She breathed out a huge sigh of relief, "Promise? That you'll really take him?"

"Of course. Now, will you calm down?" He smiled.

She nodded, but as she did so, a small sob broke out of her mouth. Leaning forward, she practically fell into Wally's arms and he held her tightly. Even though she was silent, he knew that she was crying just a little. Tough until the very end, trying to hold back her tears, he thought to himself. He could feel the sobs she was holding in as she continued to shake in his arms. Finally, she spoke into his arm, "What if he never comes back?"

"Then he can go fuck himself. We will figure this out." He assured her.

She leaned back and quickly swiped away the wetness on her face. Nodding that she was feeling better, she took a deep breath to compose herself. Finally, she asked, "Do you know how to make one of these wills?"

He frowned, "Bruce helped me make mine. I can ask him to stop by tomorrow and we can figure something out."

"I'll feel much better once everything is sorted out." She promised him, "Today just made everything feel so real. I'm actually having this baby, even if I have nothing ready. Even if I'm not ready. But he deserves for me to be ready."

"We take this one step at a time." Wally said, "First, we get you healthy. Then, we work out how this is going to go."

"You're right. The only thing to do is to take action, not to get overwhelmed." She said almost to reassure herself.

"Hey," He stopped her, "It's okay to cry, you know."

"I don't cry." She glared at him. It was almost funny how fast she could go from distraught to annoyed. This pregnancy was inducing serious mood swings.

He rolled his eyes and laughed to himself, "Okay, so that was…"

"Hormones." She gave him a death glare, "And if you ever speak to anyone about what just happened, I don't care how good of friends we are, I will slowly rip you apart piece by piece into bits so small, no one would know the difference between you and a speck of dust."

He stood up quickly and backed away jokingly, "Maybe I need to talk to Bruce myself first. My will might need to be updated urgently."

Shayera sighed, "Only if you don't learn to keep your lips shut."

He laughed, "No one would believe me anyway. Next time I'll get photographic evidence."

She rolled her eyes again. However, she spoke in a serious tone as she said, "Thanks for everything, Wally."

Stopping where he was, he promised, "Anytime."

Then, he realized, "Wait. Is today Saturday?"

She frowned, "I think so."

"Shit!" He looked alarmed, "Linda and I have reservations for dinner tonight. Gotta run!" He scurried out of the room in a flash of red she barely had a chance to see.

Sighing, she decided it was time for bed.