Disclaimer: DC owns them, not me. Thanks to Kat for editing. This one I wrote last year -- set WAY before Officer Down.
Shadows and Surprises:
Barbara grabbed the phone. Sweat beading on her face. She dialed the number and waited for the other end to be answered.
"Thompkins' Clinic."
"This is Barbara Gordon. I need to speak to Dr. Thompkins."
"One moment Miss Gordon." the nurse said. Leslie Thompkins had standing orders at the clinic, there were certain people that, if they called, were immediately put through. Barbara Gordon was one of those people.
"Barbara, what can I do for you?" Leslie asked.
"Can you come over, I'm not feeling well. The last few days have been kind of rough."
"I'll be right there." Leslie said. She grabbed her bag as she headed out the door. Barbara Gordon's apartment was only a ten minute drive from the clinic.
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"Tell me what's wrong." Leslie asked.
"I haven't felt well for a while. I've been tired. And lately I seem to be nauseous all the time."
"Well, let me take a look. I'll also want to do a few routine tests." Leslie said as she prepared to exam Barbara.
Barbara Gordon lay in her bed as Leslie Thompkins used the lab to run her tests. Leslie walked from the lab through the secret entry into the main living area of the apartment, and on to the bedroom. She smiled as she saw Barbara, and moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Still not feeling any better?"
"You tell me, you're the doctor." Babs relied with a slight smile.
"So, tell me Barbara. When did you start being sexually active again?"
"WHAT! How did you know? "
"It's easy. You're not sick Barbara, you're pregnant." Leslie said placing a reassuring hand on Barbara's arm.
"I'm WHAT! I can't be pregnant! It's impossible!"
Leslie chuckled. "Why Barbara? Why is it impossible?"
"Because I can't! Because I ... you know why! Because of ... of ... of that!" Barbara said pointing at the wheelchair near the bed. Tears welling up in her eyes.
"Barbara dear, just because you can't walk doesn't mean you can't be pregnant. You've been having your monthly cycle since the shooting. Irregularly I know, but you still have it. And that means you can get pregnant. It may not be as easy as for some women, but it's not impossible. I'm not saying your pregnancy will be normal. Because of your condition there will be complications, but I don't see why that will stop you from having a healthy baby. You're one of the strongest young women I know Barbara Gordon. And I personally think you're going to be a wonderful mother." She said hugging Barbara. "I want you to see a specialist. I'll make an appointment for you with a doctor I know. My nurse will call you later today. I don't suppose I have to ask who the father is." Leslie continued walking towards a photograph of Dick and Barbara.
"Oh my God!" Barbara exclaimed. "Do you know what this means?" she asked looking up at Leslie with wide eyes. "Batman's going to be a grandfather."
Leslie chuckled at the thought.
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"Barbara." Jim Gordon called out as he opened the door to her apartment. "Honey, are you here."
"In here Dad." Barbara called as she wheeled herself out from the bedroom.
Gordon noticed she was still wearing her robe. It was almost noon.
"Are you sick?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Just a little. I'll be okay though." she said with a weak smile.
"I brought lunch." he said with a smile as he proudly produced two bags containing Chinese food.
The aroma hit Barbara Gordon full in the face.
"Oh. Ugh. Umm." she wheeled her chair around a headed toward her bathroom.
"Babs! Barbara!" Jim called out. He started to follow her when he realized that he still had the Chinese food in his hands. He turned heading toward the kitchen to deposit the bags on the counter. One fell, spilling the contents on the floor.
"Dammit!"
Jim grabbed a towel cleaning the mess off the floor. The phone rang. Three rings. The answering machine came on.
"Miss Gordon, this is Dr. Thomkins nurse. The doctor has set up an appointment for you with Dr. Barnett, the specialist that will handle your pregnancy, next Monday at 10 o'clock. Call us back if you have any questions."
Jim Gordon stood up from behind the kitchen counter. His mouth open. Pregnant. She said Barbara was pregnant.
"Dad."
Her voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Dad, could you bring me a glass of water."
"Sure honey. I'm ... I'm coming."
He entered the bedroom and found her sitting on the bed.
"I'm not feeling the best right now. I think I'm going to go back to sleep. Sorry about lunch."
"That's okay, sweetheart." he said as he sat beside her gently rubbing her hair. He saw the tear stains on her pillowcase, but said nothing. He saw the photograph of her and Dick Grayson. "Have you and Dick Grayson been seeing each other?"
"A little." she said. He knew that voice. She was falling a sleep.
"Rest now, sweetheart. I'll be back later." he kissed her on the forehead and watched her fall to sleep. As he got up to leave, his eyes fell again on the photograph of Barbara and Dick Grayson. Jim Gordon left the apartment and got in his car, driving south toward Bludhaven.
"Bullock. This is Gordon." he radioed,
"Yeah Commish." Bullock's gruff voice answered back.
"Run a pin check. I need an address in Bludhaven.
"What's the name?"
"Grayson, Richard John."
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Jim Gordon hastily walked into the apartment building. It was obvious to anyone who saw him that he has a man on a mission.
"Can I help you Sir?" Clancy's Irish accent asked.
Jim Gordon turned toward the young lady, somewhat taken aback by young lady's Oriental features. The face and the voice didn't match.
"I'm looking for Dick Grayson."
"Apartment 3A." she said with a smile as she watched the older man taking the stairs two at a time.
"Miss Clancy, is Mister Grayson in trouble?"
Clancy turned toward the child like Amygdala with a smile.
"Why would you ask that?"
"That was Commissioner Gordon."
"The police commissioner from Gotham? What's he doing here to see Dick?" she wondered aloud as their eyes followed the older man up the stairs.
Dick Grayson was still asleep at almost one in the afternoon. He was awakened suddenly by the pounding on his door.
"What the ... " he started as he jerked himself up in the bed. The pounding on his door hadn't stopped. Dick fumbled around grabbing a pair of jeans off the chair near his computer desk.
Slipping on the jeans, he headed towards his front door.
"I'm coming!" he shouted at the door as he navigated his way past the strewn clothes and dishes that lined his floor. "Yeah, what do you ... " he started to say as he opened the door. He never finished as his face was met with Jim Gordon's fist. The unexpected blow sent him backwards.
"You little son of a ..."
"Whoa! Commissioner what's this about?" Dick asked as he got up off the floor. His hand putting pressure on his newly cut lip.
Jim Gordon slammed the door as he entered the apartment. His glare menacing as he stared at the younger man. He responded with one word.
"Barbara."
"Barbara? What about Babs?"
"You know perfectly well what. You know what you've been doing with her, and what you've done."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let me tell you one thing. If you think I'm going to let you treat my daughter they way Bruce Wayne treats his women, you are sadly mistaken."
"What are you talking about? Babs and I are getting along perfectly well. We're having fun and ..."
"Fun! Is that what you call it? You get my daughter pregnant and you call it fun!" Jim Gordon shouted.
Dick felt his mouth open, but no sound came out. Pregnant. Did he say Babs was pregnant? Dick felt his mouth open and shut several times but still, no sound came out. Running his hand through his hair, he turned around and walked toward the window. Turning back, he finally found his voice.
"Babs ... is ... pregnant?"
"You didn't know?" Gordon asked gruffly.
"No. She hasn't told me."
"Don't even think about claiming that it's not yours."
"What!" Dick said spinning around, anger showing in his face. "I would NEVER do that. I wouldn't do that, especially to Babs."
Jim Gordon stepped closer to the younger man.
"Let me warn you." Gordon growled lowly. "If you hurt my little girl, you'd better stay out of Gotham, BOTH you and Nightwing."
Dick felt his mouth open again as he watched Jim Gordon go to the door and leave the apartment, slamming the door as he left. Dick consciously closed his gaping mouth. Surprised at the lack of sound that had come from it. He started walking around the room.
"He knows. He knows! How does he know? How long has he know?" he wondered aloud. Then a wide grim formed on his face. "Pregnant. Babs is pregnant! We're having a baby! COOL!" he raced to the phone. He picked it up and started to dial her number. Suddenly, he hung up the phone. "No. I've got to let Babs tell me when she's ready. Got to act surprised. Oh, come on Babs, hurry up. I'm going to explode."
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Dick had completely cleaned his apartment by the time the computer made it's familiar beep. Babs. Finally. He hit the keys and Barbara's face appeared on his computer screen.
"Hi 'ya gorgeous."
She giggled slightly. He was the only person who could make her giggle.
"I don't exactly feel gorgeous right now." she said pushing back her hair. "So, what are you doing tonight? Want to do dinner?"
"What time?" he asked.
"Seven?"
"I'll be there. Want me to bring anything?"
"Just you, boy wonder, just you. Later." she said as she cut the connection.
"YES!"
To be continued
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Kat and I did a lot of reseach to determine IF it was even possible for Babs to be pregant -- and the main answer we found was IT DEPENDS. it's possible depending upon exactly where the bullet went. An inch of two either way could make a big difference. SOOO for the purposes of this fic -- I'm assuming the bullet was a little north of center.
Shadows and Surprises:
Barbara grabbed the phone. Sweat beading on her face. She dialed the number and waited for the other end to be answered.
"Thompkins' Clinic."
"This is Barbara Gordon. I need to speak to Dr. Thompkins."
"One moment Miss Gordon." the nurse said. Leslie Thompkins had standing orders at the clinic, there were certain people that, if they called, were immediately put through. Barbara Gordon was one of those people.
"Barbara, what can I do for you?" Leslie asked.
"Can you come over, I'm not feeling well. The last few days have been kind of rough."
"I'll be right there." Leslie said. She grabbed her bag as she headed out the door. Barbara Gordon's apartment was only a ten minute drive from the clinic.
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"Tell me what's wrong." Leslie asked.
"I haven't felt well for a while. I've been tired. And lately I seem to be nauseous all the time."
"Well, let me take a look. I'll also want to do a few routine tests." Leslie said as she prepared to exam Barbara.
Barbara Gordon lay in her bed as Leslie Thompkins used the lab to run her tests. Leslie walked from the lab through the secret entry into the main living area of the apartment, and on to the bedroom. She smiled as she saw Barbara, and moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Still not feeling any better?"
"You tell me, you're the doctor." Babs relied with a slight smile.
"So, tell me Barbara. When did you start being sexually active again?"
"WHAT! How did you know? "
"It's easy. You're not sick Barbara, you're pregnant." Leslie said placing a reassuring hand on Barbara's arm.
"I'm WHAT! I can't be pregnant! It's impossible!"
Leslie chuckled. "Why Barbara? Why is it impossible?"
"Because I can't! Because I ... you know why! Because of ... of ... of that!" Barbara said pointing at the wheelchair near the bed. Tears welling up in her eyes.
"Barbara dear, just because you can't walk doesn't mean you can't be pregnant. You've been having your monthly cycle since the shooting. Irregularly I know, but you still have it. And that means you can get pregnant. It may not be as easy as for some women, but it's not impossible. I'm not saying your pregnancy will be normal. Because of your condition there will be complications, but I don't see why that will stop you from having a healthy baby. You're one of the strongest young women I know Barbara Gordon. And I personally think you're going to be a wonderful mother." She said hugging Barbara. "I want you to see a specialist. I'll make an appointment for you with a doctor I know. My nurse will call you later today. I don't suppose I have to ask who the father is." Leslie continued walking towards a photograph of Dick and Barbara.
"Oh my God!" Barbara exclaimed. "Do you know what this means?" she asked looking up at Leslie with wide eyes. "Batman's going to be a grandfather."
Leslie chuckled at the thought.
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"Barbara." Jim Gordon called out as he opened the door to her apartment. "Honey, are you here."
"In here Dad." Barbara called as she wheeled herself out from the bedroom.
Gordon noticed she was still wearing her robe. It was almost noon.
"Are you sick?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Just a little. I'll be okay though." she said with a weak smile.
"I brought lunch." he said with a smile as he proudly produced two bags containing Chinese food.
The aroma hit Barbara Gordon full in the face.
"Oh. Ugh. Umm." she wheeled her chair around a headed toward her bathroom.
"Babs! Barbara!" Jim called out. He started to follow her when he realized that he still had the Chinese food in his hands. He turned heading toward the kitchen to deposit the bags on the counter. One fell, spilling the contents on the floor.
"Dammit!"
Jim grabbed a towel cleaning the mess off the floor. The phone rang. Three rings. The answering machine came on.
"Miss Gordon, this is Dr. Thomkins nurse. The doctor has set up an appointment for you with Dr. Barnett, the specialist that will handle your pregnancy, next Monday at 10 o'clock. Call us back if you have any questions."
Jim Gordon stood up from behind the kitchen counter. His mouth open. Pregnant. She said Barbara was pregnant.
"Dad."
Her voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Dad, could you bring me a glass of water."
"Sure honey. I'm ... I'm coming."
He entered the bedroom and found her sitting on the bed.
"I'm not feeling the best right now. I think I'm going to go back to sleep. Sorry about lunch."
"That's okay, sweetheart." he said as he sat beside her gently rubbing her hair. He saw the tear stains on her pillowcase, but said nothing. He saw the photograph of her and Dick Grayson. "Have you and Dick Grayson been seeing each other?"
"A little." she said. He knew that voice. She was falling a sleep.
"Rest now, sweetheart. I'll be back later." he kissed her on the forehead and watched her fall to sleep. As he got up to leave, his eyes fell again on the photograph of Barbara and Dick Grayson. Jim Gordon left the apartment and got in his car, driving south toward Bludhaven.
"Bullock. This is Gordon." he radioed,
"Yeah Commish." Bullock's gruff voice answered back.
"Run a pin check. I need an address in Bludhaven.
"What's the name?"
"Grayson, Richard John."
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Jim Gordon hastily walked into the apartment building. It was obvious to anyone who saw him that he has a man on a mission.
"Can I help you Sir?" Clancy's Irish accent asked.
Jim Gordon turned toward the young lady, somewhat taken aback by young lady's Oriental features. The face and the voice didn't match.
"I'm looking for Dick Grayson."
"Apartment 3A." she said with a smile as she watched the older man taking the stairs two at a time.
"Miss Clancy, is Mister Grayson in trouble?"
Clancy turned toward the child like Amygdala with a smile.
"Why would you ask that?"
"That was Commissioner Gordon."
"The police commissioner from Gotham? What's he doing here to see Dick?" she wondered aloud as their eyes followed the older man up the stairs.
Dick Grayson was still asleep at almost one in the afternoon. He was awakened suddenly by the pounding on his door.
"What the ... " he started as he jerked himself up in the bed. The pounding on his door hadn't stopped. Dick fumbled around grabbing a pair of jeans off the chair near his computer desk.
Slipping on the jeans, he headed towards his front door.
"I'm coming!" he shouted at the door as he navigated his way past the strewn clothes and dishes that lined his floor. "Yeah, what do you ... " he started to say as he opened the door. He never finished as his face was met with Jim Gordon's fist. The unexpected blow sent him backwards.
"You little son of a ..."
"Whoa! Commissioner what's this about?" Dick asked as he got up off the floor. His hand putting pressure on his newly cut lip.
Jim Gordon slammed the door as he entered the apartment. His glare menacing as he stared at the younger man. He responded with one word.
"Barbara."
"Barbara? What about Babs?"
"You know perfectly well what. You know what you've been doing with her, and what you've done."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let me tell you one thing. If you think I'm going to let you treat my daughter they way Bruce Wayne treats his women, you are sadly mistaken."
"What are you talking about? Babs and I are getting along perfectly well. We're having fun and ..."
"Fun! Is that what you call it? You get my daughter pregnant and you call it fun!" Jim Gordon shouted.
Dick felt his mouth open, but no sound came out. Pregnant. Did he say Babs was pregnant? Dick felt his mouth open and shut several times but still, no sound came out. Running his hand through his hair, he turned around and walked toward the window. Turning back, he finally found his voice.
"Babs ... is ... pregnant?"
"You didn't know?" Gordon asked gruffly.
"No. She hasn't told me."
"Don't even think about claiming that it's not yours."
"What!" Dick said spinning around, anger showing in his face. "I would NEVER do that. I wouldn't do that, especially to Babs."
Jim Gordon stepped closer to the younger man.
"Let me warn you." Gordon growled lowly. "If you hurt my little girl, you'd better stay out of Gotham, BOTH you and Nightwing."
Dick felt his mouth open again as he watched Jim Gordon go to the door and leave the apartment, slamming the door as he left. Dick consciously closed his gaping mouth. Surprised at the lack of sound that had come from it. He started walking around the room.
"He knows. He knows! How does he know? How long has he know?" he wondered aloud. Then a wide grim formed on his face. "Pregnant. Babs is pregnant! We're having a baby! COOL!" he raced to the phone. He picked it up and started to dial her number. Suddenly, he hung up the phone. "No. I've got to let Babs tell me when she's ready. Got to act surprised. Oh, come on Babs, hurry up. I'm going to explode."
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Dick had completely cleaned his apartment by the time the computer made it's familiar beep. Babs. Finally. He hit the keys and Barbara's face appeared on his computer screen.
"Hi 'ya gorgeous."
She giggled slightly. He was the only person who could make her giggle.
"I don't exactly feel gorgeous right now." she said pushing back her hair. "So, what are you doing tonight? Want to do dinner?"
"What time?" he asked.
"Seven?"
"I'll be there. Want me to bring anything?"
"Just you, boy wonder, just you. Later." she said as she cut the connection.
"YES!"
To be continued
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Kat and I did a lot of reseach to determine IF it was even possible for Babs to be pregant -- and the main answer we found was IT DEPENDS. it's possible depending upon exactly where the bullet went. An inch of two either way could make a big difference. SOOO for the purposes of this fic -- I'm assuming the bullet was a little north of center.