Bruce cuddled next to Chloe while she slept. Her stomach moved with her, he rubbed it loving the knowledge that it was his child inside of her. There was a small knock on his bedroom door he glanced at his alarm clock. 10:58. Bruce sighed he knew it was time to get back in the Bat suit he'd been gone for far too long. The kitten, which Chloe had named Pudge stirred from its place at the foot of their bed. He quietly slipped away kissing Chloe, "I'll be back. I promise" She kept sleeping, and he pressed the image of her in his mind just in case he didn't make it home tonight.

Hours later Chloe pulled the blankets closer she was suddenly very cold. "Bruce" she mumbled "Stop hogging the sheets" Cranky and sleepy she sat up and yanked at the sheets. The spot where Bruce was supposed to be in was empty. Chloe felt eerily alone in the big bedroom. Her kitten was sleeping peacefully. She sighed he was out saving Gotham. She tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't along with fearing for her fiancés life she was also very hungry. She slipped on her robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen, Alfred was nowhere to be seen. "Probably helping Bruce in the Batcave," she grumbled. She opened the fridge and spotted a pickle jar, it was empty. She frowned and marched into the office. Fixing the hands on the grandfather clock, it swung open.

Alfred stood at the computer with its multitude of screens. The light made his face blue and white, images flashed and there were files scattered on the table beside the monitors. "Alfred" she said approaching him. "I need to get a hold of Bruce" The old man stared at her puzzled that she was up so late, and the empty pickle jar she had tucked under her arm. "Uh Ms. Chloe he's working" he replied. "Well I have to talk to him, it's important" she insisted. He shrugged and pressed a button on a keyboard, "Master Bruce" he said. There was static before Bruce replied somewhat out of breath, "Yes Alfred?"

In the background you could hear, tires squealing. "Your fiancé would like to speak with you" he informed him.

"What is she doing up so late? Get her to bed. No I can't talk right now. I'm busy" he replied harshly.

Chloe was furious she pressed the button, "Bruce Wayne I will not go to bed do you hear me? When your done saving Gotham go to the store and get me pickles. Your out."

"CHLOE GO TO BED" he yelled losing his temper.

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME!" she hollered back.

"HONEY please I'm BUSY RIGHT NOW!" he pleaded.

She scowled at him through the screen. She had forgotten how handsome and mysterious he looked in his mask. "FINE THEN DON'T BOTHER COMING INTO BED WHEN YOU GET BACK" she screamed before smashing the empty pickle jar on the floor of the cave. Alfred winced. Chloe stormed out crying, her hormones spiking up and down sharply. She stomped up the stairs and locked herself in their bedroom, finally when she couldn't cry anymore she fell asleep curled up with her kitten.

Bruce cursed under his breath, he sped home as soon as he saw Gotham was peaceful again. He hopped out of the tank-like car, a jar of pickles in his hand. Alfred burst out laughing at the site of the most feared hero in Gotham holding pickles for his pregnant fiancé. "I'd never thought I'd live to see the day" he chuckled, wiping tears of laughter off his face. He ripped off his mask and scowled at the old man he considered a second father. "You know I had to break into a grocery store to get this for her?" he ranted, as Alfred helped him out of the suit. The old man chuckled. Bruce gave up and sat down once he dressed in his pajamas.

"She locked herself in your bedroom" Alfred informed him, closing all of the computers down. "It's her hormones Master Bruce and her cravings. I suppose you'll have to get used to them," he said absently.

"I lost my temper" Bruce admitted, sulking in his seat. "I don't mean to be rude but you must remember that she is carrying the next line of the Wayne generation. And I don't think you'd want something to happen to your daughter" Alfred said. Bruce rubbed his temples he was exhausted from all the crime fighting, he'd had to put double the force into every punch and kick. "At least the Joker didn't make it a more difficult night than it was" the old man commented. Bruce frowned, that's what he was afraid he had been away from the city until recently and neither Alfred nor the media had heard a peep from The Joker. What is he up to?

Shrugging the thought away, he walked up the stairs and headed for his bedroom.

Chloe froze when she heard footsteps coming down the hall towards the bedroom. She knew it was him. Still angry with him for yelling, she didn't answer when he knocked gently on the door. "Honey" he called out softly. She glared at the door but didn't move. He sighed and jiggled the lock, there was a rattle and then a click announced he had picked the lock. Sometimes having a hero for a soon-to-be-husband had its disadvantages. She shut her eyes, focusing on being as still as possible. He walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed, she was breathing normally and the kitten had a protective paw on her hand. Gently he moved the cat down to the floor, and placed the jar of pickles on the nightstand. Bruce was careful not to disturb her to much as he kissed her forehead. With his touch her eyes flew open, and connected with his. Even in the dim dawn light she could see his features clearly.

"I'm sorry," he said, hanging his head ashamed. A wave of guilt crashed into Chloe, she shouldn't have been so stubborn. He had enough stress to deal with managing Wayne Enterprises, The Batman and now her. She felt tears well up in her eyes, and scrambled towards the bathroom. She didn't want him to see her crying. He caught her by the arm and pulled her back careful not to bruise her delicate skin. She sucked in deep breaths forcing the tears back. "I'm sorry too" she choked out.

"Oh Chloe don't cry" he murmured, she leaned against him and shook. He picked her up, even though she was almost five months pregnant she was still light enough to carry. He laid her down on the bed and slid in besides her. She put her head on his chest, "Go to sleep Bruce you have a meeting in the morning," she reminded him. He fought to stay awake but her gentle soothing fingers worked away the aches he had. It was the most peaceful sleep he had gotten in a long time.

In the morning Chloe found Bruce gone, she huffed. I hate it when he does that! In the bathroom there was water running and she knocked on the door before opening it. Bruce smiled at her in the mirror and she smiled back the anger melting away just as quickly as it formed. He had shaving cream on his lower face and a razor in the other. "Morning" he said turning around to kiss her. He had forgotten that he had on the shaving cream and glanced down at Chloe as he pulled back from the kiss. She had on the white cream on her chin. He laughed and wiped it off caressing her cheeks. She smiled at him, and looked at him slyly. He wore only a bath towel wrapped around his slim waist and she bet he wore nothing underneath. He sensed her movements before she even moved, but Chloe was too quick. She shut the door to the bathroom.

"Chloe honey" he managed to say before her soft lips quieted him.

"Yes?" she asked him trailing her lips down to his collarbone, she nibbled at it gently and he felt his knees buckle.

"Your going to make me late" he said his mouth dry, there was cream everywhere on their faces but she didn't care.

"Well you own the company don't you? I'm sure no one would mind," she teased. He tried to form a thought but he couldn't her lips and hands were distracting him. And it was obvious from the shape that formed beneath the towel that he had other things on his mind. He grabbed her hands and brought her lips to his mouth. She sighed happily against him. The bathroom steamed up even though no one had the hot water running.