"Are you sure this is the place?" Diana looked around herself as she walked. She was surrounded by rundown apartment buildings, and the street's pavement was badly cracked.

Bruce nodded solemnly. There was no way that he could ever forget this place, no matter how hard he tried. They walked a short distance, before stopping in front of a building labeled 'Thomas Wayne Memorial Clinic.' He opened the door, and slowly waked in.

Diana followed him, and found herself in a small waiting room. There was a small couch and a few magazines, but the room was mostly bare. Bruce stepped in front of the receptionist's desk. "I'm here to see Dr. Thompkins."

"Of course, Mr. Wayne. She'll just be a moment." The receptionist went back to her work, and Bruce and Diana began to wait, watching the door to the doctor's office.

Within a minute, a rather short old woman with graying hair tied in a tight bun appeared in the doorframe, accompanied by a tall man with numerous scars and very few teeth. She patted him on the back, and he left through the front door. The old woman turned her attention to Bruce and Diana. "Bruce. I must say I was surprised to receive your call." She said, ushering them through the door. "Especially since you never call. As a matter of fact, I can never recall you using the front door. Of course, the window is much more convenient. It is good to see you, though. It's been a long time since I've seen you when you aren't bleeding from your jugular, or some such nonsense."

"Circumstances change."

"Clearly. But I must warn you again... Prenatal care is not my specialty. In fact, my knowledge on the subject is relatively limited. I'm no obstetrician."

"I'm sure that you're more than competent. And I need somebody that I can really trust."

"Because doctors tend to be such an unscrupulous bunch. Alright then... As you wish." The woman extended a hand to Diana. "I'm Doctor Leslie Thompkins. It's an honor to meet you... I'd like to say that Bruce has told me all about you, but... You know Bruce."

Diana chuckled. "Of course. I'm pleased to meet you as well."

"You know, I thought that Bruce would never settle down."

"Trust me, he hasn't."

"Well, it's a step in the right direction. Rome wasn't built in a day, after all. These things take time. But a child... He'll have to settle down now, won't he?" She looked at Bruce.

"We'll see," He responded in his usual, cryptic fashion.

"I shouldn't expect you to change so quickly. You'll do as you see fit... As usual. I do wish that you'd take it easy on yourself..."

He grinned at her. "I wouldn't count on it."

"Neither would I." She turned back to Diana. "So... I trust you're familiar with the procedure by now?"

Diana nodded, lying down on the table and lifting her shirt. Dr. Thompkins squirted a cold gel onto her stomach, placed the transducer in the gel. Ash she moved the transducer across Diana's belly, a picture came into focus on the screen. Dr. Thompkins squinted at the fuzzy picture.

"Alright, just give me a moment to focus it... In the meantime, why don't you sit down, Bruce?"

"I'm fine standing."

"That may be. But your pacing is getting on my nerves. Sit down."

Bruce reluctantly obliged. Dr. Thompkins turned some dials on the machine. "Oh dear..."

"What? Is something wrong?" Bruce asked, panic in his voice.

"Well... I'll try to explain." She made sure that Bruce was still in his seat before pointing at the screen. You see... This is your baby." She said, pointing at a somewhat shapeless gray mass. "And this..." She pointed to a different grey mass, "Is the other baby."

Diana looked at the Doctor in confusion for a moment. "You mean there are two?" She lost her composure for a moment and squealed in delight. "Isn't it great, Bruce?... Bruce?"

She looked over at the chair where Bruce had been sitting, only to find it empty, it's former occupant slumped on the floor in an unconscious heap.

"Oh, Bruce..."

Leslie chuckled. "A bit too much, too fast, I guess... Even the Batman has his limits, it seems."

Author's Note: Well... At the end of the last story, I pulled the most cliched and foreseeable plot twist in fanfiction history. So I figured that, in accordance with tradition, the second most cliched and foreseeable plot twist was in order. Why? I have my reasons. Just please don't judge me to harshly for not knowing what they are. I write pretty much solely on impulse, and it's done me pretty well so far. But for those of you shaking your heads, the soap opera-ish part of the story is coming to a close. Soon, there'll be some action. And then... Some MORE action. And then the part that I really can't wait to get to. But There's still a bit more setup... It really seems like the parts that I can't wait to get to are light years away. But we're getting there. I should be easily able to post tomorrow. Only a five-hour, non-closing shift at work, so I shouldn't be too tired to write afterwards.