Note: I do not own any of the characters included. DC owns them.

I am so sorry for how long it took me to update this! I've had more than one exciting (but time-consuming) things pop up lately, so I was really caught up in those things, and completely forgot about how I needed to keep updating this. Thank you for you patience.

I must warn you that I'll probably have to start updating later in general, because I have less than a week until school starts, and once I'm back to school, my free-time will be cut in half. I hope you can understand.

Also, I know this chapter is pretty short and not very good, but hey, I need to get something out.

Oh, and a lot of the letter was written by the person that requested this fan fiction to me, Alvaroant.

Wait a second, before you start reading the actual chapter, I just realized that this might now make as much sense to you if you don't read the last chapter again, because I added some stuff to make Bruce more in-character. I understand you might not have the time, but I recommend looking back at that.

As always, please read and review!

Talia's eyes flickered open to streaks of daylight peeking in through a window. Her arms rubbed against the blankets as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. She looked to the side of her, expecting to see Bruce.

She was painfully disappointed to find no such person. The space beside her was vacant, as was the entire room. Bruce was nowhere to be seen.

Talia pulled herself out of bed, beginning to search. To make sure he hadn't just gotten up earlier, and was waiting for her somewhere. But it seemed she was alone.

"I guess he was pretty serious about this just being one night..." Her voice sounded disheartened, her head still filled with confusion on where he could have gone. He had been there last night, so why would he have left like this? Her eyes fluttered shut again as she flopped back onto the bed in disappointment and frustration. She laid there, much too conflicted and flooded with dismay to continue her visit without him.

She began to curl up tighter, just about ready to give up and go right back to sleep, when she felt a piece of paper crumble underneath her. She popped right back up, pulling the note from underneath the sheets. Next to it, she also found a single rose.

"For my queen," The letter began, and a small smile crept onto Talia's face at the words.

"Good Morning, Dear Talia. I hope you have slept well. Yesterday I had the best night, and it was all because you were there to make it special." Talia continued to read, mouthing the words to herself quietly. She smiled even bigger, a bashful chuckle escaping her lips.

"I regret not being at your side at this moment, to see you open your beautiful jade eyes and try to kiss them, but I was presented with an issue by the Justice League that requires my attention." Talia paused reading, letting a rush of both relief and understanding flow over her.

"That makes sense…." She whispered to herself, "I'm just glad that he didn't really not want to have our visit be a second longer than it had to… that it wasn't that he wasn't enjoying it at all..." She hugged the letter to her chest, only letting it go to continue reading.

"You do not know how sorry I am for leaving, as despite my hesitance last night, I really did want to spend more time with you." Talia's eyes went back and forth, taking in every one of his loving words.

"I did, too, Beloved," She replied, knowing full-well that no one could hear her. Her voice was gentle and light, barely even speaking at all. She slowly wiped her hand across the letter, uncrumbling it so she could keep reading the rest of the love letter.

"I wanted to invite you to breakfast at that cafe you like so much here in Gotham before you travel back to Nanda Parbat. You do not know how much I would like you to stay by my side as my beloved wife." It read. She thought about this for a moment. The idea of joining him, of being here, with him and their dear little son, was more than wonderful.

"I'd love to." The words slipped through her mouth before she could stop them. But just as she did, she saw the flaws in the idea. Would she not be betraying her father? Her father had done more bad things than she could count, but she'd need a little more of a reason if she was going to truly leave him like that.

"Damian misses you much. (Although he would not admit it in public.) My other adoptive kids would also be happy to have you. (But more the girls.)" Was written next. Talia now thought of Jason, who she would also be very happy to be a little closer to. He often went off with the outlaws, but at least she'd see him more then she did now. They'd gotten so close after she revived him with the lazarus pit, so she found herself now missing him, too. Was this enough of a reason to leave?

No. Jason wasn't even with the batfamily much, anyway, so it seemed like this tiny of a reason wasn't worth it.

"Finally, I hope you can excuse me and that you have a wonderful trip." The letter finished off. Underneath, "Your Beloved, Bruce Wayne." Was written as a signature. Talia turned her attention back to the rose that was next to the letter.

It was a dark red one, with a light green stem. She carefully picked it up, smiling at the thought of who had given it to her. She carefully set it on the nightstand, propping it up so she could see it properly.

"Well, I guess I could just go to that cafe alone…." She suggested to herself. She was definitely hungry, as her belly wasn't even feeling very good. But the thoughts of going without Bruce seemed so depressing, so lonely. "Maybe somewhere else…." Talia dismissed the idea of going to the place that Bruce wanted to take her without him. It just didn't feel right.

Her stomach grumbled, "I better hurry up." She quickly began to get ready. But it wasn't just her appetite that felt off. There was something else about her belly that was different, too. She was even just the tiniest bit nauseous.

"It's probably nothing." She assured herself, shaking the concern off. But it really did seem like there was a little bit of something going on with her, as little of a difference as it was.

A certain idea came to her head, a much more beautiful one than having some sort of sickness. She smiled to herself, putting a hand gently to her belly, but quickly threw the idea away. "I shouldn't get my hopes up." She mumbled, quickly beginning to continue her day.