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Chapter Sixteen - Practicalities

Diana took a sip of her tea. "Ok, so Clark's good points?"

He nodded. "First one."

She considered for a moment. "I think...for their safety, it would be better if the children did not know my identity," she said finally. "Either of our identities."

"Agreed." He put his coffee down on the table, but kept his hands around the cup. "Diana, you do realise that they'll be at risk anyway? Batman can be hidden. The fact that Bruce Wayne is their father can't be." At the least they'd be vulnerable to kidnap and ransom demands.

Diana smiled. "I know, but I trust we'll be able to keep them safe." She cleared her throat, shifting a little. "Speaking of, what's the official story? An ex-girlfriend?"

"Keep as close to the truth as possible," he stated. It made it easier to lie.

Diana nodded to show she understood. "A one-night stand." She kept her face and voice neutral. "And living arrangements?"

It was minute or two before he replied, and he got up and walked over to the library window, looking out at something in the grounds. "The gate-house has been empty for decades." In truth it hadn't had occupants since the 1930s, when even the Wayne family had been affected by the Great Depression and been forced to lay off someone of their staff. "It's on the manor grounds, I can have it renovated in time for the birth."

She twisted her mouth. "Bruce, it's a kind offer, but I don't want charity."

He nodded. "Then you can buy it from me at a fair price."

A smile lit her face. "Alright."

"But..."

Her eyebrow quirked. "But?"

"For the first few weeks, would you consider living in the manor?" Seeing her still hesitant, he pressed on. "At least until they start sleeping through the night." He chuckled. "Doesn't seem fair for you to have to do all the parenting by yourself."

She laughed gently. "Alright." She extended a hand. "I accept, Mr Wayne. Thank you."

He took it and shook. "My pleasure, Miss Prince."

She grinned and sat down again, drinking the last of her tea. "When do we tell Dick and Tim?" she asked.

"Tonight," he answered. "I'll call Dick and ask him to come over."

"Ok."

They were silent for a while, and Diana got up, examining the books on the shelves. Bruce watched her with a soft smile. He was a father already, but having babies wouldn't be anything like adopting Dick and Tim. Bruce blinked. Jesus, he'd a daddy. The thought caused a spontaneous grin.

Him, a daddy.

Diana pulled out a copy of Moby Dick. He remembered his father reading that to him as a child. Maybe he'd do the same.

She put the book back and moved on, coming across an old family bible. "I know it is traditional in Man's World to have babies christened," she said, "do you-"

"I'm not religious," he interrupted. "...but my mother was Catholic. And I wouldn't put it past Alfred to get them christened without our knowledge."

She smiled. "Then we should have them christened, for Alfred if no one else. They can decide whether or not to be involved in any faith when they are older." They would be children of two very different cultures, and they deserved to be well-versed in both. "I am unfamiliar with the customs and ceremony, however," she continued.

"Well, we need godparents."

She raised a questioning eyebrow. "People who would take care of them if anything happened to us, to provide...spiritual guidance."

"Oh."

"So do you have any ideas for godparents?" he asked.

She sat down again. "I think perhaps you should choose the godfathers."

"Fathers?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes," she said. "There are two children, it only seems to make sense that they have one set of godparents each."

"True. So I choose the godfathers, and you the godmothers?"

She nodded. "Sounds fair."

He didn't really need to think about it for long - there were only two names that came to mind. Looking at Diana, she knew exactly what he was going to say. "Well?"

"Dick and Clark," he said.

She nodded with a smile. "That's what I thought."

"You?"

"I'm sure the World's Best Detective can work it out," she said.

"Shayera the first."

"Yes."

"The second...I really hope I'm wrong about."

The smile disappeared from her face. "What? Why?"

"Audrey? Really, Princess?"

"Really," she said defensively. "I know a few years ago she wasn't exactly the most responsible person, but she's matured a lot. She's had to - being the queen of a nation is no small task. And she's my friend, Bruce. I trust her, and I would trust her with my children."

He sighed. "And I trust you."

"Thank you."

He nodded, then got up to phone Dick. "I'll be back in a few moments," he said. Diana watched him leave, surprised that it had taken them so short a time to come up with godparents. Bruce phoning Dick had reminded her of the fact that she hadn't spoken to Audrey in months.

She got up and walked over to the desk opposite the clock, powering up the computer intending to email Audrey. It didn't take long to boot up, but the screen came up with two instructions.

Enter PIN

Enter password

Diana frowned in thought, then input the number she thought might work. 91939. It was the passcode to his room on the Watchtower. Now for the password... She tried the obvious - Alfred's name, Bruce's date of birth, Nightwing, Batman, Robin. Nothing. All she got was Access Denied.

Huffing out a sigh, she ran a hand through her hair and tapped gently on her stomach. "Any ideas, sun and star?"

She felt a kick in reply against her hand, but no new idea struck. On a whim, and feeling foolish, she typed in Princess.

The computer beeped.

Access Granted.

"Score." She giggled. "Hera, I sound like Wally."

"Didn't take you long to hack in," Bruce's voice commented from the doorway.

Her head shot up, but he didn't look angry. In fact he looked impressed. "Technically it's not hacking if I know the password and PIN."

"You must have guessed the password," he said. "How narcissistic of you."

"How sentimental of you," she shot back.

"Not sentimental," he corrected, coming in. He walked to her, dropped a small kiss onto her hair. "I told you I missed you." He didn't tell her that it had been his password for a while now. "I take it you're emailing Audrey?"

She nodded. "Is Dick coming?"

"Yes. He finishes work in an hour and then he's coming here for dinner, and Tim gets home in about ten minutes."

She nodded. She could imagine Tim very easily as a much-loved big brother, and spent the next few moments inwardly chuckling at the mental image of her twins clambering all over Tim whether he wanted them to or not. Bruce's estimation was a little off - the front doors banged open and shut within five minutes, and Tim came thundering up the stairs.

"Bruce, Alfred said you wanted to- Diana!"

Still seated as she was behind the desk, he couldn't see her bump. She smiled broadly. She'd missed his enthusiasm. "Hello, Tim."

"Alfred said you'd stayed the night, and I hoped you'd still be here when I got- Whoa!" He stared at her for about five seconds. "You're pregnant, did you know that?" he asked blankly.

She grinned. "Yes."

"Huh." He looked down at her bump again. "So you-?"

"Yes."

He looked at Bruce. "And you-?"

He nodded, trying not to look proud about the fact that Tim had worked it out a lot quicker than Clark.

"Huh."

"Tim?"

He blinked, then grinned with a smile that couldn't be anything less than genuine. "Congratulations! So I get to be a big brother right? Right?"

Diana relaxed. He was taking it just as she'd hoped. "Right. To both of them."

"Twins? You're having twins?! This is great!"

Dick's reaction later that evening was slightly less enthusiastic, mainly because he thought Bruce was insane. You got Wonder Woman pregnant?! What the hell were you thinking?!

But after they'd asked him to be one of the godfathers, and Diana had assured him that she wasn't planning on ripping Bruce's head off, he calmed down. Then he began doing his godfatherly duty. "So how are you planning on keeping these kids safe?" he asked. "Diana doesn't have a secret identity."

"Actually she does," Bruce answered.

Dick nodded. "Ok, so I take it you're not going to tell them who you are."

"No."

"Right. Where are you all living?"

Diana gestured out of the window. "I'm buying the gate-house."

"Fair enough."

Dick stayed for dinner, then got up to leave. "I'm going to swing by Babs' place on my way back to Bludhaven." He nodded to Diana. "It's good to see you, Diana. And congratulations...and thanks."

Tim walked with him to the door. "You didn't ask them if they're together or not," he noted.

Dick looked at him. "Did you?"

Tim shook his head. "No."

Dick put a hand on his shoulder. "Keep it that way. Trust me, the less you know about Bruce's love-life the happier you'll be."

Tim nodded. "True. But it'd be nice if he was happier."

"It's up to Bruce if he lets that happen," Dick shrugged. "I'll see you later, Tim. Oh, by the way, when's Diana going to...drop?" he asked, thinking about what Barbara's reaction was going to be when he told her. He was anticipating much squealing.

"Don't know," Tim answered. "Soon, I think. In about a month or so." He smirked. "Sure you're ready to be a godfather?"

Dick gave his younger brother a wink. "As long as you don't screw up being a big brother I think we'll both be ok. See you later, Tim."

"Bye."

Tim walked back toward the dining room, but stopped at the doors. Inside, Bruce and Diana were standing by the window from which the gate-house was visible. They weren't quite touching, but Bruce had one hand hovering just above Diana's back, and her body was turned slightly into his. Tim felt like he was intruding, so backed away from the door. As he went up the stairs, he heard Diana say something, followed by a low chuckle from Bruce.

Tim smiled. He hoped they were together, or at least would be. It was the first time he'd heard Bruce laugh in months.

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