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Decisions

Two days later

Selina was mad.

Oh, who was she kidding?

She was over the top—with the help of pregnancy hormones—pissed off at Bruce.

He was thinking of going back to Gotham with all the crazies and monsters. He had to be suicidal. After nearly a year of living a good life, away from that hellhole, why would he want to go back? Surely he had to have a fill of danger after all the trouble he'd gotten into.

This whole deal reminded her of his eighteenth birthday. That started off as a good day. She surprised him with a visit—while blowing out his candles—and had some good cake. Then Clown-Face-Number-One had to pull a stunt that required Bruce and he went without any hesitation.

And now it's happening all over again.

It has to be Gordon's fault. Every time Bruce hurtles into danger, Gordon is somehow involved. Parts of the time, it was him asking the kid to risk his neck. Bruce looked up to the stupid detective—captain, whatever. That damn cop is a sickness to her baby daddy.

Selina's been avoiding Bruce for the last couple days. She couldn't face him. Every chance he tried to talk to her, she just said she had work to do. She's banned him from the bedroom, which was excruciating for the both of them.

Why did their relationship have to be so complicated? For a long time, she wanted her rough life to end. To stop surviving and live! She guessed you could say a happily ever after. God knows she'd suffered enough for one.

Although, she didn't need a prince to rescue her. She never needed anyone before so screw Bruce Wayne…. But God she wished it didn't have to be that way.

Watching Bruce and Selina fight was never enjoyable for Alfred to watch. True that he didn't approve of their likings to each other when they were younger, but they have grown. And now they were a little wiser and know each other better. Despite their little nightly activities, he figured since they were legal adults now—mostly—it'd all right. Though he probably should've warned them better about the results of those "activities," but it's not like he could tell them to get rid of it.

For perhaps the first time since knowing the cheeky little minx, Alfred was on Ms. Kyle's side of this debacle. Gordon asked Bruce to return to Gotham for a new threat worse than anything and Bruce accepted. His young master must be out of his mind.

Speak of the devil, Bruce stepped off the elevator and into their home.

"Welcome home, Master B," Alfred called from the kitchen. The young man said nothing as he went immediately to the couch. "How was your day sir?" the butler asked.

"The same," Bruce said tiredly. He obviously didn't care. His mind was on other things. "How's Selina?" he asked not so much out of the blue.

"Where do you think?" Alfred remarked because it was the answer was quite obvious.

Without a second to think, Bruce heaved himself up and made his way.

Alfred then looked up and prayed for no more confrontation.

Bruce loosened his tie and dropped it aimlessly on the closest piece of furniture. He trudged up the stairs. He had to open two baby gates from the bottom to the top. Though the baby won't be moving around for a while after it's born. But Bruce being Bruce thought it would be a good idea to set up the babyproofing already.

He looked inside the spare bedroom. His eyes caught the images of a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. Once Selina's room, now the nursery. Looking at the place was a constant, scary reminder that he was going to be a father.

In the corner of the room was the old bed. Selina thought it was a good idea to keep the bed in there in case one of them doses off while attending to the kid. And on the bed was Selina curled up on her side.

He wasn't sure if she was awake or not, so he froze in the doorway and watched her peaceful form. Her prominent, cherubic belly was hidden under that fuzzy blanket she loved so much.

Wow. How is it every time he saw her it was like he's seeing her for the first time? He has always known she was special but—

"Are ya gonna stand there all night or say something?" Selina demanded without moving a muscle.

He sauntered in and seated himself on the edge of the mattress. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. With enough courage, he spoke. "Selina—"

"How could you?!" she barked before he could say anything. Sitting up, she continued. "How could you even think of going back to Gotham after what happened? The whole damn city is crawling with psychos. Do you want to die?"

"No—"

"Do you want to leave me?"

"No—"

"Do you want me to raise this baby without you?"

"N—"

"Than why? Why do you want to go so bad?! Is it—"

She gasped. Her hardened face soften.

Bruce's breath hitched. Before he could ask what was wrong, Selina took his hand and placed it on her baby bump. And he felt it.

"They're kicking," Selina breathed. Her anger melting away. Feeling her baby alive and moving made her feel high with happiness. Then something ice-cold settled in her gut and rosed up in her throat. "See?" she spoke again without the earlier fire. "They're telling you not to go." She held his hand tightly in hers. "Please don't go."

Bruce couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tears building up in her eyes. The panged expression. He has never seen her beg before. She was always proud and strong. She would rather be punched in the mouth than beg like a dog.

"I'm not going anywhere!" he said. That decision was made earlier that day and he has been waiting to say it. "I thought long and hard about this, and I think it is best that I stay. Yes, my first instinct was to go help Jim with the reunification. Especially to help the people from…. But I have to focus on my priorities." He lifted the hem of the sweatshirt she "borrowed" from him and kissed her belly. The baby kicking again making him smile. He placed his forehead against hers and whispered, "My family comes first."

Selina sniffled.

They remained in that state of contentment for what felt like the latter half of forever. Just basking in each other's warmth and feeling their child move.

Although, something was ticking in the back of Selina's mind. She moved her head back to look him in the eye. "Are you sure you don't want to help them?" she asked, not believing what she was saying.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

She wasn't believing that either. "Why?" she asked. She kept the question small and simple to pull whatever was going through his mind out.

Bruce looked agape. "I told you. You are more important to me. I have faith in Jim. He has saved the city multiple times, I'm sure he could do it again. He doesn't need me."

"What about the people?"

His eyes darted down for a second before he replied. "I'm… I'm positive that they could survive without me."

Selina would be lying to herself if she said she was relieved. For as long as she has known Bruce, he has always thrown himself into danger, do something stupid or pointless for "the greater good." He sacrificed his own happiness and wellbeing for others. He was the best of humanity. And if he were to let someone get hurt, he would hate himself forever.

The annoyingly heroic side of him was partially why she was attracted to him. What would she do if that went away?

"You're not Bruce," she whispered.

"What?"

"The real Bruce wouldn't let people get hurt. Either you're crazy, or you're his damn clone who tried to kill me!"

"Selin—"

Everything happened in a blink. The next thing they knew, Selina struck him hard across the face setting his cheek on fire.

"AH! Ow!" he cried cradling his reddening cheek. "Damnit Cat, what the hell!"

"Y-you feel that?"

"Damnit, yes I can feel it. I'm not Five. I'm not the clone…. Ow…." Bruce turned away from her the pain still coursing his face.

Selina winced. "Bruce I'm so sorry," she said scootching closer to hug him and kissed his tender cheek. "You just weren't sounding like yourself and I got worried and…." Her head rested on his shoulder. She knew what needed to be done. What decision she had to make for Bruce's sake. "You should go."

Bruce turned back to her, bewildered. "What?"

"You should go," she looked at him again, "and I'm coming with you."

"No! It's too dangerous. And don't say that you could take care of yourself. I would believe you, as long as you weren't a bigger, slower target."

She wanted to protest. To put him in his place. To want to be there for him. To make sure she doesn't lose him. But she was too tired. And he might have a fair point. "Fine," Selina reluctantly breathed. "Just… just please be careful."

"I will," Bruce assured.

"What the bloody hell has gotten into your skull?!" Alfred yelled as Bruce packed a duffle bag full of equipment. "Have you not seen the news? Have you not realized the state Gotham is in."

"Yes, I realized that Alfred," Bruce countered trying to stay calm. "I can't get in this with you right now. I'm going. That's that." He resumed his sorting.

"And what of Ms. Kyle? You're just going to leave her here alone and with child, while you're off looking for a dead psychopath in a city full of psychopaths?"

"I'm not leaving her," Bruce abandoned his organizing and marched in front of his butler. "She says she's alright with it. Besides, I'll be back. I'm not leaving forever. This is just something I have to do." He resumed his packing.

Alfred wanted to protest further, but he knew he wouldn't win. After investigating his parents' murder, the Court of Owls, and Ra's—bloody—al Ghul, it's best to let the boy do what he thought was best.

Alfred clasped his hands behind his back like a gentleman. "Alright, Master B," he conceded, "but I'm going with you."

"No, I need you here to take care of Selina," Bruce protested.

"Your mum and dad would not forgive me if I let their only son go to a derange place alone."

"If they were here, they would never forgive you for leaving the girl carrying their grandchild alone."

That's two arguments the young man won.

Alfred took a deep breath. "How are you going to get there?" he asked.

"I'm going to use the Wayne Enterprises helicopter to fly me on the outskirts on the west side of the island so no one will shoot it down. Then I'll make it to the GCPD on the ground. It's the safest way."

"What does the board think of you going back to the place we all escaped from?" Alfred asked thinking about the company.

"I just told them that I'm taking a business trip to the state capital to see the welfare of Gotham."

"Not too shabby."

"Bruce."

Both men looked up to see Selina standing on the landing of the stairs. Bruce took her in. Her hair was tied up into a bun. The baggy sweats hanging on her body. She was cradling her belly. How could someone be so beautiful?

Bruce abandoned his task and moved around the couch towards the steps. He met her at the bottom. Staring into her sad eyes was torture. He wished to God something could tell him the crisis in Gotham was over and he didn't have to go anywhere.

"Remember," he said, "call me if you need anything. I'm only a helicopter ride away."

"Okay," Selina says. "Just don't do anything too stupid."

Bruce smirked. "Don't worry. I won't," he promised. The corner of his lips dropped. "I will be back. You have my word."

"You better c—" her words abruptly halted. "I know you will."

Bruce gave her one last savory kiss. His son gave a hard kick reaching for him. Begging his father to stay. Bruce almost had to hold tears back. Selina struggled harder with that. Then he grabbed his supplies and marched toward the elevator.

Selina wondered if this what it felt like for soldiers' wives when their husbands go off to war.

Please come back alive, Bruce, she thought as a tear ran down her cheek.

A/N: The Dark Knight is returning. What will happen? Who will he face? Find out next time.

In the comics, Gotham City is in New Jersey and Metropolis is in New York. Just so you guys have a better map in your mind.

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