"Answer the question Shayera," Bruce narrowed his eyes and then repeated himself forcefully, "Are you pregnant?"
Shayera gave him an unamused look, "Do I look like the maternal type to you?"
"You were the one that came flying to me asking about your son a while back. Now answer the question," Bruce frowned as she remained silent. "If you can't tell me the truth than I can't help you. You need to trust me because I trust you and trust is a two way deal."
Shayera looked dumbfounded, "How can you even say that you trust me when you voted for me out of the Justice League? That doesn't sound like you trust me in the slightest Bruce."
"I only voted you out for morality sake. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same. You were a trained soldier who was just doing her job. Granted, you were in the espionage wing but you never lied when it mattered most. You told us the truth during the Thanagarian Invasion in order to save us and the planet. You knew what the Thanagarians were going to do was wrong. That's why you can't forgive yourself because you have a conscience. You cared about what would happen to Earth and its populace."
"I did too forgive myself," she muttered with a frown.
"Then why do you still have nightmares when you sleep? Why do you still second guess your presence in the Justice League and on Earth?" He asked as she looked down. "You need to tell me everything. What they told you, how much you knew about the mission before you came here. You need to tell me your life as Lieutenant Shayera Hol not as Hawkgirl and not as the Shayera Hol that we know on Earth."
"You won't tell the others what I say, will you?" She asked as she slowly looked back up at him.
"No," he replied with a curt head shake. "Not unless you want me to. Now I'll ask you one last time. Are you or are you not pregnant?"
Shayera deeply inhaled before sighing, "I don't know for sure but I think I am."
"Did you ever mention this to John?" She simply shook her head. "I'm not going to tell you want to do, that's ultimately your decision, but I don't advise keeping this a secret from him."
"How were you even able to tell that I was possibly pregnant?" She asked.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, "It was rather obvious honestly."
Shayera slightly smirked, "I've been very careful to mask my symptoms so far. I'm surprised you were able to pick up on anything."
He then gave her a pointed look, "One, you have a headache. Your immune system is vastly more efficient than a human's so the possibility of you getting sick is next to zero. Two, you're more irritable than normal which would be caused by an influx of hormones. Three, I could tell the second you came in here that you looked slightly pale as if you were about to or had just recently threw up. Four, you look tired which would be caused by a lack of sleep due to the morning sickness either keeping you up or waking you up early. Five, there exists what people call a pregnancy glow. You have it."
Shayera simply blinked at him as her mouth was slightly agape in astonishment.
A faint smirk ghosted Bruce's face at her reaction, "Besides those facts alone you immediately started avoiding the question and had this look in your eyes when I first asked you. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Anyway, thinking and being are two different things." Bruce then grabbed her wrist and start to drag her along with him.
"Where are you taking me?"
"We're going to find out if you truly are pregnant." At that she yanked her wrist from his grasp. She staunchly stood her ground and refused to budge even a centimeter.
"I just can't waltz into a doctor's office Bruce. I'll be all over the front page of every newspaper on Earth. Plus there is absolutely no way I can just walk into the Medbay," she argued. "You know how people up there like to gossip, especially the civilian staff. If I go in there because I think I'm pregnant than everyone is going to know about it."
"I never said I was taking you to a doctor or the Medbay."
Shayera immediately narrowed her eyes and scowled, "I am not taking one of those ridiculous, degrading human pregnancy tests!"
"I never said that either," he motioned to a medical table. "Now sit."
"Why?" She cuttingly asked.
"I said sit," he growled.
Shayera begrudgingly sat on the table and watched him clean her left arm with an antiseptic before tying a band around her lower bicep. That's when she began to have a sinking feeling that she knew what was going to transpire in the next few minutes.
"You're not going to do what I think you are," Bruce remained silent as he lifted up her arm. He started to tap her elbow pit with his index and middle finger. "Don't you dare." He then moved away to grab something. In this time Shayera began to move her hand towards the band.
"Take the tourniquet off and I'll knock you unconscious and then perform the blood test," Bruce stated as his back was to her. "Either way it's going to happen."
Shayera stopped and began to rhythmically tap her fingers against the side of the table. She didn't like needles at all. It wasn't as bad as confined spaces but she, nonetheless, had a fear of them. Bruce walked towards her with the Vacutainer blood tube in hand. He attached the tube to the needle and she began to squirm.
"Give me your arm," he directed with his hand held out. She shook her head. "Shayera..." He added warningly as he narrowed his eyes.
She reluctantly relented and slowly straightened out her slightly shaking arm. Bruce rolled his eyes under his cowl and yanked her arm out. Shayera began to lightly whimper as he held it tight. She inhaled sharply when the needle punctured her skin and turned her head quickly away. Soon enough she felt him place a cotton swab on her skin and apply a tight bandage around it.
"Funny," Bruce commented as his lips formed a faint smirk. "You can pummel villains into the ground yet the mere sight of a needle makes you act like a frightened child. How are you going to handle childbirth with IVs-"
"Shut up!" Shayera snapped at him with a scowl.
"Just an observation," Bruce stated as he removed the needle from the tube and sealed the top.
"Yeah real cute so what are you going to do with that anyway?" She asked as he inserted the veil of her blood into some machine that she was sure was going to perform some type of test. "Um what is that thing Bruce?"
"Hematology analyzer," he didn't even bother to look at her as he answered. "Testing your blood for human chorionic gonadotropin."
She gave him an extremely confused look, "Sorry but some of us don't speak Star Trek."
"It's also known as hCG," he vaguely replied.
"Okay well that makes more sense," she sarcastically stated as she rolled her eyes. "So if it is in my blood?"
"It's a hormone produced during pregnancy so if it's present than you're definitely pregnant and if it's absent than you're not. I'm also doing a quantitative pregnancy blood test instead of a qualitative pregnancy blood test," he vaguely explained to her as she sighed.
"What's the difference?" She asked and he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know all of these medical terms Bruce."
"Qualitative blood tests give a simple yes or no answer as to whether or not hCG is present. Quantitative blood tests actually measure the exact amount of hCG in the blood. Then the measurement can help give a rough estimate of the age of the fetus, if there is one. It can also help determine if the pregnancy is progressing normally. Which, for you, we have to do. Yours will be unique because of the cross-species genetics we're playing with."
"And how long does this normally take?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Typical ones in a doctor's office could take a few hours. I don't spare any expense on my equipment. Mine can normally compute the results in just a few short minutes after analyzing the blood sample. I often don't have time to wait around for results, more on the lines of life and death typically."
She looked at the machine as it hummed and blinked a tiny red light back at her. The machine suddenly beeped as the light turned green and Shayera immediately felt her stomach do a somersault. Bruce moved to the large computer in the cave and began to type.
Shayera nervously swallowed as she followed him, "Well?"
Bruce turned to her and with a deadpan expression stated, "Congratulations, you're five weeks pregnant."