Title: Baby, Baby.
Chapter: Four. Calling Out.
Word Count: 1,490
Pairings: IrisxBarry
Summary: A week after Wally exposes the Flash's identity, Iris is left with trying to move forward without her husband. She can't take any more surprises.

Emily had helped Iris into her' bed where the brunette tried everything in the world to calm Iris down. Around four in the morning Iris finally fell into exhaustion and Emily follow suit soon after in one of the two guest rooms - the one Wally usually didn't take.

Iris' rest was fitful and short. When she couldn't force herself back to her dreamless sleep, Iris pushed herself from bed and then moved down to the kitchen. Routinely, she moved throughout her kitchen getting the necessitates out to make scrabbled eggs and a small bowl of oatmeal - two things Iris some how remembers Emily stated good for her back when she was pregnant with her baby girl.

And now Iris had her own baby. One with the possibility of superpowers.

Superpowers.

Dear lord.

She should call Wally. Iris cast a look at the clock. He would be home in several hours, coming back from the mountain, from his team. She would wait to tell him then. If she called him he'd come home in an instant probably leaving without a word to his friends who won't appreciate that. She'd wait. He needs to enjoy his time with his friends. He needs their support.

But she needs support too. But she isn't going to lean on Wally if she can help it. The teen isn't strong enough for that. He has his own problems, his own struggles at the moment.

First is first, she needed to find a doctor. Someone that can help her with the baby physically. A doctor that could deal with a baby that might have powers.

Barry had worked with a scientist in particular about his powers. One Dr. Elias here in Central. He most certainly wasn't prenatal but he would most certainly be someone to see encase the baby develops powers in the wound or later in life. She'd need to get a hold of him.

For prenatal care though, a sigh racked Iris' body, her best bet was to contact the League.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the smell of burning eggs. Quickly she shut off the stove and dumped the blackish-yellow mess into the trash. At least she couldn't burn oatmeal, Iris thought, grabbing a spoon. Her stomach was full of flies though and she only ate about a quarter of the bowl.

Emily came down an hour later, worry etched onto her face. "How long have you been up?"

Iris offered Emily a cup of coffee which she took gratefully while running one hand through her mused bedhead. "An hour or so." Iris answered truthfully. "I couldn't sleep."

With a short nod, Emily took a seat next to Iris at the bar top at the kitchen counter. The woman talked a short while longer about the baby, about Iris, about plans but too soon Emily had to go to work.

"I can call in, Iris. I don't mind staying."

Iris shook her head, escorting her friend to the door. "No, no I can't keep you. Thank you, Emily." Iris smiled gratefully. "I mean it. Thank you."

Emily took Iris' hand in her, squeezed it and then returned the smile. "Call me if you need anything, Iris. Me and Mike will be here for you."

Once Emily was gone, Iris called into her own work saying she'd work on her article at home today. Iris didn't think she'd really get any writing done but her boss didn't need to know that. He'd ask questions she didn't want to answer just yet.

She hung up the phone and took a seat on the couch in the living room the phone still in her hands. Iris had several phone calls to make.

She tried to get a hold of Jay first but he was up in the Watch Tower weighing in his opinion on Wally's stunt. Joan had asked how she was doing and after several minutes of condolences and small talk with Joan saying she'd agree to have Jay call her as soon as he gets back.

After a short ransacking through Barry's private files Iris found Hal Jordan's private number which she dialed. Barry and Hal had been friends for ages and he had always helped out the Allens when needed. He would be able to find a League-associated prenatal doctor for her.

However like Jay, Hal Jordan was also not available. And Iris was growing a bit panicked and frustrated. She blamed it on the hormones though she knew it was just the fact that she felt like her life was out of control.

As a last effort before flying to Washington D.C. to go the to the Hall, Iris found Bruce Wayne's home number in Barry's business numbers and called it. An elderly man answered.

"Hello, this is the Wayne Manor. I'm Alfred. How may I help you?"

Iris took a breath, "Alfred, it's Iris Allen-West. Is Bruce available?"

"Oh, Mrs. Allen," Iris heard the surprise in the gentleman's voice. "Actually, Bruce is getting ready for a Wayne Tech. meeting just up stairs. May I ask what you need to discuss with him?"

Iris thanked whatever god out there that Bruce was home and not at the Watchtower with everyone else. "I just need to speak with him."

Alfred seem to hear the relief in Iris voice because he didn't ask anymore questions. "I'll go get him, Mrs. Allen. Uh, Iris," He paused and Iris perked up, "again I am sorry about Master Bartholomew and I know Master Bruce will help you anyway he can. He considered Master Barry a great friend and Master Barry always talked so kindly of you."

Iris smiled grimly, a small prick at her eyes told her she was about to start crying and she quickly pulled herself together. "Thank you, Alfred."

"Let me fin Master Bruce for you."

She didn't have to wait long before Bruce was on the other line. "Iris? Is something wrong? This is a secure line."

Any other time, Iris would have been amused at how bothered Bruce Wayne - the Batman - sounded. Right now, though, she didn't find much amusing. "No, nothing is wrong...I mean, it's just...no, nothing is wrong, Bruce, but...but do you think Barry's powers could be, um transferred genetically to a child, his child?"

She wondered if Bruce could follow her ramblings; she didn't really want to say the words out loud. It was hard every time.

"A child? You're pregnant?" Apparently could follow just find. He also seemed to be able to pull together a plan for this news. Iris figured it came in handy working as Batman. "We'll need to get you a doctor within the League in case Barry's powers could be transferred through his DNA."

"Do you think it's a high chance that the baby will have powers?" Iris asked the question nagging on her mind.

Bruce was quite for a moment. "I don't know, Iris. I wasn't even convinced he could have children after the speedforce changed his own DNA. We'll need you to see a doctor as soon as we can. I'll schedule the appointment and call you back."

"Don't make it Friday." Iris quickly put in. "I need to vote for Wally."

And there must have been something there because Bruce then asked, "Does Wally know?"

Iris paused, "No. Not yet. I'll tell him when he gets home."

"I'd like you to wait." And Iris didn't like that tone at all. That was the tone Batman held when he was thinking about the League not the people in it. Barry had describe it to her enough times to recognize it.

Iris could guess why Bruce wanted Iris to wait to tell Wally. The boy needed to focus on the mantle he was stepping into. The League was watching Wally now, trying to see if he'd be alright taking his uncle's place in the League as a national hero. He didn't need anymore struggles that could make him look bad in front of the League or the rest of the world for the matter. Wally had a lot of eyes on him and he needed to be able to stand tall and focus.

But family came first. It always did.

"I can't." Iris said simply, "Call me when you've gotten things straightened out with the doctor." And she hung up the phone before he could say anything else.

A/N: This is seemed like filler, but it needed to happen. Next chapter she tells Wally and sees the doctor for the first time thanks to Bruce.