Chapter 23

Wayne Manor; August 17th, 07:56 EST

Bruce cracked his eyes open with the feel of Diana stroking his forehead. He closed his eyes again with a contented sigh, his lips curling with the sense of peace that drifted through him. "Morning," he sleepily murmured.

She pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss as she snuggled up against him. "How was patrol?" she asked. "I forgot to ask when you came to bed."

"Too short," he grumbled. "I should've stayed out longer. There's a lot to get caught up on."

"I'm personally grateful you chose to come back when you did," she practically purred as she rubbed her body against his.

Bruce groaned with the feel of her voluptuous curves pressed up against him. "I can tell," he said with a chuckle. "Didn't I satisfy you enough when I came home this morning?"

"More than satisfied, but I can't help it that I can't get enough of my passionate, virile husband."

He claimed her lips in a heated kiss as his fingers slid into her hair, gripping it tightly as he properly greeted her good morning. "Do you think you're pregnant yet?" he asked, kissing along her cheekbone.

"I should be with how many times we've made love since we decided to have another child," she replied with a grin.

"I told you practice makes perfect," he teased. "Maybe you should take a pregnancy test."

"I think I might do that today while we're up on the Watchtower for the Founders' meeting."

They were suddenly interrupted by giggles at their bedroom door, causing his head to dip in frustration. A hand on the doorknob began to jiggle and turn, forcing Bruce to release his wife. "I swear I locked that door when I came to bed this morning," he grumbled.

Nicholas and Kaia ran straight to their bed, one on either side. Bruce reached down, picking up Nicholas and setting him in the middle between him and Diana. Kaia was just as quickly deposited on the bed only for her to climb onto Diana to sit perched on her abdomen.

"I'm hungry, mama," Kaia told her.

"Does the stove work?" Bruce asked.

"It's broken," Nick announced with a frown.

"Looks like it's going to be cereal and toast this morning until I can get a new stove delivered," Bruce decided.

"Toaster is broken too," Nick said. "Dick was ordering a new one I think, but I don't know when it's coming."

"So, are you ready to start school next week?" Diana asked Kaia as she stroked her raven curls.

Kaia's brow furrowed into a scowl. "I don't want to go," she told them with a pout. "I want to stay home with Pappoús. He needs me home with him, so he doesn't get bored."

Bruce chuckled at his daughter's reasoning. "I think Alfred will be fine at home without you for a few hours."

"I don't think so," she insisted. "I help him when Ni-Ni's at school. He needs me."

"I think Alfred wants you to go to school so you can learn all sorts of things," Diana encouraged her.

"I already know everything," she claimed.

Nicholas rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Here we go again," he muttered. "I told her when we went shopping for school clothes that we have to go to school, but she doesn't believe me."

"Did you get a new outfit for your first day of school?" Diana asked her.

"Yeah," Kaia said with a frown. "Dick wouldn't get me a hoverboard."

Bruce shuddered with the thought of Kaia on a hoverboard. "I would have to agree with Dick on that one," he told her. "No hoverboard until you're older."

"How much older?" Kaia demanded to know.

"A lot older," he replied.

"Like me," Nicholas told her with a smug grin.

Kaia glared at him, folding her arms against her chest. "I'm not a baby," she stated with a scowl. "I can be on a hoverboard too."

"You're still younger than me," he reminded her. "You have to be big like I am."

"When you're ten years old or you can prove to me that you can control a hoverboard without hurting yourself," Bruce said, ending the battle of wills between the siblings.

"How do we do that?" Nick asked, his nose scrunching up in confusion.

Bruce looked at Diana, knowing that he had backed himself into a corner. "Your mother and I have decided that you two can start training in the Batcave."

Nicholas jumped to his feet, moving to stand on Bruce's thighs as his hands came to rest on his father's shoulders so he could look him directly in the eye. "Really?"

"Yes," Bruce confirmed. "We decided while we were in London that we should start letting you train like your brothers."

"Yes!" Kaia yelled, standing up on Diana's abdomen. "I want to go on patrol! Can I have a pink cape and purple boots?"

"Pink cape?" Nicholas repeated with an incredulous look. "You'll stick out. Everyone will see you coming. You need black."

"I want pink!" she insisted.

"If you can have pink, then I want a blue cape," Nicholas decided.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Bruce adamantly said. "Neither of you is going on patrol until you are fully trained, and I have determined you are fit for duty. I can tell you right now that won't be for several years."

"Fit for duty?" Kaia questioned him as she cocked her head to the side. She moved to stand between her parents on the bed, hand coming to rest on Bruce's face. "What does that mean, daddy?"

"Your dad decides when you can go out with us on patrol," Diana clarified, giving her husband a pointed look. "Although, I'll be helping him make that decision."

Bruce frowned in response to the caveat, clearly not happy with that part. "We'll see," he replied. "Now, go get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast."

"Can we start training today?" Nick excitedly asked as Bruce set him on the floor.

"We need to get Cassandra settled first and then we'll start your training," he clarified.

"I wish she'd come home," Kaia said as she suddenly leaped off the bed before Diana had a chance to lift her off, causing Bruce and Diana to look at each other in stunned disbelief.

They watched as their children ran out of their bedroom, Bruce turning to look at his wife. "Maybe she can handle a hoverboard."

Watchtower; August 17th, 10:16 EST

Batman appeared on the transporter pad on the Watchtower, giving the civilian staff manning the controls a curt nod. He didn't waste any time exiting the transporter room and heading to the commissary for a much-needed cup of coffee.

He was very unhappy when he had discovered that the coffee maker had been damaged by the sprinkling system in the kitchen when the stove had caught on fire. Evidently, coffee runs to Starbucks had been a bigger priority to his family than just going to the store and getting a new coffee maker.

He made a mental note to have all kitchen appliances replaced before the end of the day. It would be a nice surprise for Alfred after all that had happened in London. He was taking Charlie's death hard after all that they'd been through together.

He still felt uneasy about leaving London without Alfred with them, but he fully understood his need to stay to wrap things up. He wouldn't want him to miss Charlie's funeral either. He just hoped that Alfred would be able to spend some time with Margaret and Katrine. It was obvious that Katrine meant a great deal to him though he never talked about it.

Entering the commissary, Batman made a beeline for the coffee machine, filling a large cup to the brim. Before he had a chance to pick it up, he found himself being fully embraced from behind by the scarlet speedster. "Bats!" he yelled, hugging him tightly. "You're back!"

"Let go of me," Batman ground out.

Flash immediately released his hold on him, allowing Batman to pick up his coffee. "It felt like you were gone forever," he told him, getting a grape Slurpee from the machine. "You came back at just the right time. This Legionnaire is going to be a bad dude to deal with."

"Not if I can help it," he told him.

Grabbing his Slurpee, Flash fell in step with the Dark Knight as they exited the commissary. "I'm proposing to Linda this weekend," he informed him. "Do you have any advice that doesn't include 'don't screw it up'?"

Batman stopped in midstride, turning to face him. "You're worrying about this far too much," he replied. "She clearly loves you or she would've dumped you a long time ago. Just speak from the heart…tell her how she makes you feel…and everything will work out."

"Wow," Wally softly said. "That was really good advice. Is that what you did with Diana?"

Bruce was suddenly taken back to that moment in the Batcave when Diana had told him that she was carrying his child. It had been the most perfect moment of his life. He had made love to her, asking her to move into the manor with him and to marry him. It was the beginning of what had turned out to be the most amazing ride of his entire life.

"Yes," he simply stated, turning and walking away. He wasn't about to reveal any more than that.

"The fearsome Bat actually shared his heart with Diana," Flash murmured in awe as he caught up with him. "I didn't know you had it in you, buddy, but you proved me wrong."

Diana met them coming down the hall from the right, Red Robin and Wonder Girl following behind her. "Hey, Flash," Red Robin called.

"What's up, Red?" Flash asked. "Wondy! It's great to have you home again."

"We're happy to be home," she agreed.

"I hope you two came prepared to help us out," Batman stated.

Red Robin gave him a small smirk. It was just like Bruce to be all business when he was in the Bat suit. "We're more than prepared," he assured him. "Let's just hope that it actually works on Legionnaire."

"Hey, we'll take anything that could prove to be useful," Flash maintained.

"Hopefully between your device and all of our brainpower we'll be able to stop it before it can consume our sun," Diana said.

Flash visibly shivered with the thought. "I'm feeling cold already."

"Let's get going," Batman recommended, entering the conference room with his coffee in hand. "We need to get on top of this as soon as possible."

They all entered the conference room to find the other Founders present plus Mister Terrific and Cyborg. Superman smiled broadly as his friends entered and took their seats. "Welcome home," the Man of Steel greeted them.

"Thanks, Kal," Diana replied, sitting down beside Batman. "We're anxious to get back to our duties and to stop this alien being before it can cause any more harm."

"That's what we're hoping as well," Cyborg told her.

"We're anxious to hear what Wonder Girl and Red Robin have for us," Mister Terrific said. "What you sent us sounds quite promising."

"Let's hope it works," Red Robin replied.

"What exactly does it do?" Green Lantern asked.

"It releases vibrating frequencies on several molecular levels," Wonder Girl revealed.

"These frequencies vary every three to five seconds," Red Robin continued, leaning forward with his forearms resting on the table as he clasped his hands in front of him. "It's meant to disrupt matter to keep it from being able to reassemble."

"Is there a way that the device can be rigged so that it permanently keeps the individual Legions from regrouping into the more powerful Legionnaire?" Batman posed the question.

"We're going to have to examine every part of the schematics of the device," Mister Terrific replied.

"I'm sure we can make some adjustments," Red Robin agreed. "We'll just have to figure out how we can permanently disperse it so it can't reassemble."

"If it can't reassemble, then we wouldn't have to worry about destroying it…right?" Shayera asked.

"In theory," Cyborg said. "We just aren't sure how dangerous the individual Legions can be. We have so little information on it that it makes it difficult to know for certain what we're dealing with."

"We'll have to be prepared for every eventuality," Batman stated. "While you four are working on altering and building the device, I'm going to work on trying to come up with a backup plan just in case we need it."

"You don't believe that it'll work?" Superman asked.

Batman shook his head. "I never said that," he stated. "I think it has a remarkably high likelihood of working, but like Cyborg said we know very little about this alien. We have no idea about its strengths and weaknesses. I just want to make sure that we have a plausible alternative on the outside chance that this device doesn't work."

"Makes sense to me," Flash volunteered. "Just let me know what you need me to do."

"We're going to need your help getting this device built and fast," Mister Terrific announced. "We have next to no time to get that accomplished before Legionnaire will be here."

"We'll do whatever you need us to do," Red Robin said.

"That's great because we're going to need as much help as possible if we're going to survive this," Cyborg agreed.

England; August 17th, 12:17 EST

Alfred stormed down the hall of the hospital, his hands clenched into fists and a sneer on his lips. His heart was pounding like horse's hooves as he stalked past security into Callum Fleming's room. He lunged at the murderer, grabbing him by the front of his hospital gown.

Callum chuckled something dark and desperately wicked, knowing exactly why the secret agent was here in his room. "Found the bomb the hard way I take it," he taunted him.

Alfred slammed his fist into Callum's jaw, drawing his arm back to hit him again. Unfortunately, the secret agents standing guard grabbed hold of him before he could deliver another blow. "Let go of me!" Alfred roared, blinded by rage.

"Alfred!" Agent Shaw yelled, trying to get through to him. "You know we can't let you attack him even if he deserves it."

"He's a monster that never should've been allowed to live," Alfred spat out as four agents held him back.

Callum continued to laugh only to cough uncontrollably. "How is our dear Katrine?"

Alfred attempted to lunge at him only to be drawn back by his fellow agents. "I should've cut your heart out instead of paralyzing you."

"Too bad you missed your chance, my friend," Callum retorted.

"Come on, Alfred," Agent Shaw encouraged him, turning him towards the door. "Being here is only going to make it worse."

Alfred finally relented, letting Agent Shaw escort him out of Callum's room. Callum yelled, "give Katrine my best…if you can!"

Alfred turned and slammed his fist into the wall with a roar of rage, his chest heaving with the pain that coursed through him. He leaned his forehead against the wall as he tried to gather his storming emotions that refused to be tamed.

Shaw tentatively placed a hand on Alfred's back in an attempt to comfort him. "I'm so sorry, Alfred," he softly said. "I wish I could let you lose on Callum Fleming, but it would cost me my job."

"It's alright, Ben," Alfred murmured, finally straightening up. He turned to look at the agent. "I need to go meet with my team."

"You have my deepest condolences," Shaw told him. "Your team has been through so much more than any one person should have to bear."

"Thank you," he softly said before turning and walking away.

The sound of Callum's laughter continued to ring in his ears for several long moments after he walked away, reminding him that Callum had come out on top in the end. It made him physically ill as he thought about it, making his way to the waiting room where his team had gathered hours ago.

He needed to call his sister Margaret and Bruce. He needed to let them know what had happened. He felt his heart breaking even further as he thought about all the time that he had lost that he had hoped to spend with her when she visited Gotham. There were no second chances with her, no possibility of trying again.

She was gone forever.

XXX

"I can't believe it," Peter softly murmured, sadly shaking his head as he swallowed back tears. "She can't be gone. It's not real."

"She fought as hard as she could, but her injuries were too severe for her to overcome," Griff replied, sitting back in his chair at the hospital.

"I'm surprised she hung on for as long as she did," Malcolm uttered, his arm wrapped around his wife's shoulders. "She was in pretty bad shape when they brought her in last night."

"It just can't be possible," Laurel softly wept, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Alfred is going to be an absolute wreck."

"He's definitely not going to take it well," Peter agreed with a grim expression.

"We're going to have to keep a sharp eye on that one," Griff maintained. "We can't let him go off the deep end."

"He's coming now," Malcolm noted.

Alfred approached his team with a weary look on his face, his eyes rimmed red, but no tears were there. "I notified Margaret and Bruce," he softly said as he dropped into a nearby waiting room chair.

"Alfred, you need to get some sleep," Laurel encouraged him. "You were up with her until the end."

He slowly shook his head, leaning forward to hold his head in his hands. "I couldn't save her," he murmured more to himself than to his teammates.

"You couldn't have known that Callum had rigged her bedroom closet to blow up when she turned the light on," Griff reminded him.

"We knew that Callum had something else planned," Alfred replied, exhausted and heartbroken. "I shouldn't have let her go into her apartment until we'd had a chance to completely clear it."

They all knew it was useless trying to talk any sense into their friend at that moment. He was going to carry the blame of Katrine's death until he drew his final breath. It was a sad fact that they knew couldn't be changed no matter how hard they tried.

Laurel moved to sit next to him, placing her hand on his back. "You know that Katrine would be absolutely furious with you if she knew that you were going to carry the guilt of her death," she reminded him. "I dare say that she might come back and haunt you for it."

Each of them snickered in amusement knowing that truer words had never been spoken. "Laurel is right, Alfred," Malcolm reassured him. "Katrine wouldn't want you living your life shadowed in self-reproach and remorse. She'd chew you out every which way if she were here to do it."

"She'd want all of us to move on with your lives…no matter what little time some of us have," Peter agreed.

"Stop talking like that," Griff bit out. "You're not going to die any time soon."

"Each day that passes draws me that much closer to the end," Peter stoically replied.

"Stop talking like that!" Griff growled as he leaped to his feet. "I won't stay here and listen to any more talk of death."

They watched as Griffin stormed off down the hall, an even thicker cloud of grief settling over all of them. It was bad before, but now it was suffocating. No one said anything for a long time, each of them adrift in their thoughts. They'd lost three teammates at the hands of Callum over the last forty-two years—Nolan, Charlie, and Katrine.

Now, they were going to lose Peter, not at the hands of Callum, but it still cut deeply just the same.

"After Callum killed Nolan, I had sworn to myself that he would not take the life of another one of my teammates," Alfred softly said, lifting his head to reveal the tears that shimmered in his eyes. "I failed you all."

"You have failed no one, Alfred," Malcolm sternly admonished him. "We all take responsibility for everything that has happened to this team."

"It's a terribly difficult and painful thing to lose friends and teammates like this, but it can only make us stronger," Laurel told them. "We need to honor their memories and carry on as they would want us to."

"I attacked Callum," Alfred abruptly revealed.

"Good for you, mon ami," Peter congratulated. "I hope you got some got shots in for us."

"I hope you finished him off," Malcolm added.

"Agent Shaw and his partners pulled me off him after only one punch," Alfred confessed, sitting back in his seat. "I wanted to kill him with my bare hands."

"No one can blame you, Alfred," Laurel told him. "We'd all like to end him once and for all for what he did to our team and his each of his victims."

"How do we know that Callum doesn't have anything else planned?" Peter asked. "How do we know he's not going to try to blow all of us up?"

"He's done," Alfred replied. "I don't believe that he had much time to do anything else. Still, it wouldn't hurt to thoroughly check things out."

"I think that killing Katrine was his ultimate way of getting to Alfred short of killing his family," Malcolm said. "I think he's accomplished what he set out to do should he be captured."

"So, what now?" Peter asked.

"We bury our friends and move on," Malcolm soberly responded with a grim expression.

Wayne Manor; August 17th, 17:42 EST

Bruce stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips, inspecting every inch of the expansive room. It had been an absolute disaster when they'd first arrived home from London, but now with the new appliances, it finally seemed to be getting back in shape. Thankfully, it would be perfect in time for Alfred's return.

His heart was heavy for his longtime friend and father figure. He knew Katrine's death would hurt him deeply, something that he would carry with him for the rest of his life. He felt horrible that they hadn't stayed in London to make sure everything had been taken care of. If they had, maybe Katrine's death could've been avoided, but he highly doubted it.

A pair of arms slipping around him from behind caused a faint smile to form on his face. His hand moved to covers hers on his abdomen. "How was the mission?" he asked.

"Took far longer than expected," Diana replied. "I thought it would only take a couple of hours after our meeting, but I just home."

Taking her hand in his, Bruce turned around to face her, his expression morose. "Diana, I have something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" she asked, her forehead creasing with worry. She could tell by the look on his face that it wasn't going to be good.

"Katrine was killed last night," he informed her. "Alfred took her to her apartment to pack a bag to take to Margaret's house. Callum had rigged her bedroom closet to explode when she pulled the chain on the light. Alfred took her to the hospital but there wasn't anything they could do for her. She died a few hours later."

"Hera," she murmured, her hand covering her mouth as tears slid down her cheeks. "Is Alfred alright?"

"He wasn't hurt in the explosion," he assured her. "I'm afraid he's taking her death pretty hard, though."

"I can imagine," she murmured. "We should return to London."

Bruce shook his head, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. "Alfred asked us not to," he replied. "He wants us to stay here with the kids and get Cassandra settled. He said there's nothing we can do there anyway."

Diana bit at her bottom lip as she averted her eyes, wrestling with the sorrow that had welled up inside of her. "We never should've left London without Alfred."

"I felt the same way too, but in reality, there's nothing we probably could've done to prevent her death," he pointed out.

"I still feel like we could've done something," she told him, drawing a shuddering breath.

He brushed her tears from her cheeks with his fingers, his brow furrowing. "Were you able to get a pregnancy test?"

"No, I got called out on that mission right after our meeting," she revealed. "I never got the chance."

"Maybe tomorrow," he suggested.

She slowly nodded her head, a baby the last thing that she wanted to think about at that moment. Her heart was too burdened for Alfred. "Is Cassandra here yet?"

"No, Cassandra and Barbara should be here any minute."

"I hope we can help her," Diana replied.

"It's going to be difficult," he reminded her. "She can't read, write, or speak. We're going to have to really work our way through communicating with her."

"I might be able to help in that regard," she offered. "I can communicate with animals, and they can't speak. Maybe I'll be able to communicate with her."

"She's not a horse," he said with a chuckle. "She's a teenaged girl."

"I know, but it's worth a shot," she retorted. "What are we doing about supper?"

"All taken care," he assured her. "I had dinner catered in."

"You're the best husband an Amazon could ask for," she praised him, bestowing him with a kiss.

"There are only two Amazons I know of that have husbands so that's not saying much," he teased her as the doorbell rang, announcing Cassandra and Barbara's arrival.

"I hope she likes us," Diana said as they made their way to the front door.

"She's already met the most challenging parts of the family," he pointed out. "We'll be a piece of cake."

"I got it!" Jason yelled, beating them to the front door and flinging it wide open. "It's about time you guys got here. I'm starving."

Bruce shook his head as his fell closed in dismay. Where had he gone wrong trying to instill manners in his boys? "Jason, is that the way to welcome guests into our home?"

"They're not guests," he countered, glancing over his shoulder. "They're practically family."

"He has you there," Diana told her husband with a cheeky grin.

"Hey, we got here as soon as we could," Barbara insisted. "We were in the middle of a reading lesson."

"How's it going?" Diana asked.

"Really well," Barbara replied as she wheeled herself into the foyer, Cassandra following behind her. "She's one smart cookie."

Cassandra shyly stood behind Barbara, feeling a little overwhelmed being in the presence of Wonder Woman and Batman. It all seemed so surreal. Diana didn't hesitate to go to the teenage girl, drawing her into a warm embrace.

"Cassandra," Diana murmured her name. "It's so good to finally meet you."

Cassandra tentatively returned her hug, feeling as though she was truly home for the first time in her life. It was something that she'd always wanted, but now it was so real. Despite being trained to be a lethal killer, she felt safe and wanted in this woman's arms.

Releasing her, Diana turned towards Bruce. "This is my husband Bruce," she introduced him.

Bruce smiled at her, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he told her, shaking her hand. "I hear that you've had some trouble, but don't worry about it. You're safe here with us. We won't let anyone hurt you or take you where you don't want to go."

"Cassandra!"

She turned at the sound of her name to find Kaia running towards her. The little girl wrapped her arms around Cassandra's legs, squeezing them tightly. "You can't leave again," Kaia told her, looking up at her as she hugged her legs. "We have too much to do."

"Like what?" Bruce asked, confused.

"Chalk drawings," Kaia explained. "We taught her how to draw with chalk. We have so much more to teach her."

"I'm going to teach her how to read," Nick proudly proclaimed.

"You can't read yourself," Kaia told him with a frown.

"I can too," he insisted with a glare. "I can read a whole book by myself."

"You are becoming a very good reader," Diana agreed with her son. "Now, you two go get washed up for dinner."

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asked.

"He just showed up," Damian announced as he ambled into the foyer where they were gathered. "He's in the cave with Dick."

"You decided to brave it at home?" Barbara questioned him with a laugh.

"I heard the worst of it was over, so I decided to give it a chance," he replied.

"You're a real trooper," Barbara sarcastically responded.

Artemis and Donna came down the stairs with the twins in their arms. "Glad to have you back, Cassandra," Donna greeted her.

Cassandra smiled at her, happy to be back at the manor. She'd never seen such a big family before even though they weren't all related. Donna had explained to her how they all came to be a family. It was amazing to her how close they all were despite not being blood relatives.

"Mama, I want to sit between Barbara and Cassandra," Kaia said, tugging on Diana's jeans.

"We'll see," she told her. "Just go wash up for dinner."

"Let's go to the dining room," Bruce suggested. "I had everything set up in there."

"How's the kitchen?" Barbara asked with a chuckle.

"No, no talk about the kitchen," Donna stated in no uncertain terms. "It's a sore subject. It was humiliating enough when it happened without it being brought up all the time."

Bruce gave his sister-in-law a little smirk. "Don't feel bad, Donna," he reassured her. "Why do you think I had to have that sprinkling system installed in the kitchen?"

"I heard you burned it down a time or two," Donna replied.

"Or three," Dick quipped as he met them outside the dining room.

"I thought four," Tim agreed from behind Dick who had just come up from the Batcave.

"It was twice," Bruce stated.

They all took their usual places at the table, Cassandra sitting next to Kaia who was seated next to her mother. Cassandra looked around the table at the family that was gathered there, drinking in every moment…every bit of laughter, every teasing remark.

"I hear you two have some news to share with us," Bruce said, looking to Jason and Artemis as he took a sip of his wine.

"We had a run-in with Jasper and Mad Dog with the League of Assassins," Jason informed him. "We're going to have our hands full with those guys."

"There's no doubt going to be more showing up in Gotham," Damian agreed.

"That's not quite what we were wondering about," Diana clarified as she passed the salad. "I think this was happy news."

"Oh, you mean this?" Jason asked, grabbing Artemis's hand to show off her engagement ring.

"They're getting married!" Kaia squealed with delight. "They need to have a baby."

"Not this again," Tim groaned as he took a dinner roll. "Kaia's been on a baby kick since you two left for London."

Bruce and Diana shared a glance, trying to avoid any talk about a new baby until they found out if Diana was pregnant or not. Bruce cleared his throat as he reached for his glass of wine again, avoiding making eye contact with any of his family.

"Are you having a baby?" Nicholas perceptively asked, staring at his parents with a narrowed gaze of suspicion.

"Damn," Bruce thought to himself.

A/N: Whoa! So much going on and not much of it good. :(

UP NEXT: The race is on to get the device built to stop Legionnaire and just who from the League of Assassins is going to make an appearance in Gotham?