Zatanna appeared with a loud 'poof' in front of the gates of Wayne Manor. She cast a spell to unlock the gate, and sprinted toward the manor as fast as she could. She purposefully pushed open the doors and let herself in.

"BRUCE?" She shouted. "ARE YOU AL-" To her surprise, she found Bruce sitting on the couch; he looked a bit bewildered her startling entry, but seemed unharmed for the most part.

"I got your message..."

He looked at her in shock for a moment. "I... I just said I needed to talk... Nothing to worry about..."

"I'm sorry..." She said, blushing sheepishly. "I assumed that it was like some kind of coded distress call..."

"Is it that hard to believe that I'd call just to talk?"

"Well... Yes. It absolutely is. Anyway... What did you need?"

He seemed to sink back into himself momentarily before answering. "I-it's the ultrasound..."

Zatanna's expression turned to one of shock. "Bruce, is there something wrong with the baby?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Well... I guess that's good. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"... Both."

"Y-you mean-"

"No, I mean there are two of them."

Zatanna looked at him in confusion for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "THAT'S what you're so worked up about? Really? Come on Bruce... I know you have some family issues, but they're still just babies. I'm sure there's nothing they can do that's worse than having to go head to head with the Joker."

He gave her a forlorn look. "Don't you get it? I can't raise a kid! Never mind two! I don't know anything about kids... I was never a kid. And Diana was made out of clay. How the hell are we supposed to do this?"

"You can start by not worrying about it. Kids can sense fear, you know. You and Diana are smart people. You'll figure it out. And you'll both be great parents. I'm sure of it."

"But I don't know how to be a parent..."

"From what I've heard, you had some great parents. Follow their examples."

"They died when I was eight years old... I can barely even remember them."

"Well... It's obvious that they had quite an impact on you... And you still have Alfred. He raised you, and you turned out..."

He looked at her hopelessly. "Those kids are doomed..."

"Don't talk like that... You're starting to worry me, Bruce. You... You don't sound like yourself. I know you, and you're not timid."

"I'm sorry... It's just that this is all so... New. I'm in way over my head. The Batman isn't supposed to get married and have kids... It just doesn't seem right."

"Says who? I think it's perfect. Like you've said... The world will always need a Batman. You owe it to the world to pass on the qualities that make you so incredible and unique."

"Absolutely not. There's no way that either of those kids is ending up like me. No way in hell..."

Zatanna chuckled. "You see? You do have a shred of paternal instinct after all. You just have to keep your head up, and everything will be okay. Just trust me. You can do it, Bruce. You've faced bigger challenges and come out on top. Just look at this as another challenge for you to overcome... Just don't deal with this the way you usually do. Kids don't do well with that kind of thing. How is Diana handling it?"

"She's delighted. I don't know how she could be so excited..."

"She knows that it's going to be alright. She has faith in herself, and in you. You have good judgement, and that's the important thing."

Bruce looked up, genuinely starting to feel better. "Thanks, Zanna. That really helps."

"Hey, anytime. I'm glad that you feel you can trust me enough to confide in me like this."

"Yeah... Right."

Suddenly, a thought struck Zatanna. "Bruce... Diana was made out of clay?"

"Yes. And then brought to life. Don't ask me how."

"So... The whole pregnancy experience is completely foreign to her?"

"I guess it would have to be..."

"Bruce... Does she know how the babies are going to... You know..."

"I'm afraid that I don't see what you're getting at..."

"Does she know how they're going to... get out?"

She saw the color instantly drain from his face, leaving him white as a ghost. "Oh god... You have to tell her."

"Why me? She's your wife!"

"Exactly! She'll say it's my fault!"

"Are you saying that it isn't?"

"No... But..."

Zatanna rolled her eyes. "I'm thinking that you might want to have your doctor friend handle this one... Not my department. If you need somebody to talk to... I'll be there... But this... Yikes. You sure know how to pick 'em, don't ya?"

Bruce sank lower on the couch, wondering why he could never seem to catch a break.

Author's Note: There we go, another fun one. Just one more thing that I wanted to get out of the way before things get messy. Once I dive into the plot, there isn't going to be too much room for this kind of scene, so I figured that I'd let the people who enjoy this stuff get their fill for those of you who want action, you don't have log to wait.

Now for something that I've been meaning to address for a while. As of chapter 16, you have officially tolerated fifty chapters of my bullshit. Fifty. So I figured that this would be a good opportunity to once again say thanks to those of you keeping up with the story. You're all too kind, especially those of you who've left me reviews to help me better the story. I thank you all, and look forward to writing more for you.