Bruce was present at the meeting physically, but mentally he wasn't. He had broken up with Clark a week prior and hadn't heard from him. Granted, he didn't text him, but he would have thought Clark would have asked him how he and Cyborg did on the mission in India, like he always did. But it was radio silence. Bruce didn't want their friendship to change but deep down knew if this happened, they would probably never be as close as they used to be.

Bruce listened to the faceless people in suits drone on about finances and stocks. He drank from his glass of water trying to get rid of the tickle in the back of his throat without coughing. They continued for about then more minutes and two full glasses of water. The tickle was still there and worker bees still buzzed. Bruce tried to clear his throat as quietly as he could. He rubbed his neck as he did so the people who did look at him wouldn't think much of his sounds.

He repeated this twice before stopping. The tickle was there but too many people were getting distracted by him. He tried to ignore the feeling. But suddenly the tickle grew. It felt different. Something wasn't right. Bruce had to get away. He stood up and walked out. Everyone stared at him, a few even called out his name. But Bruce walked into the next room over, shut the door behind him, grabbed the nearest garbage and puked into it. He laid against the door, garbage bin in his hands and covered his mouth with his free hand. The sound of the blinds closing caught his attention. It was the rooms owner. He didn't recognize the woman but could smell a beta scent on her.

"Please take all the time you need Mr. Wayne," she nodded her head and went back to her desk and continued her work. Bruce puked a few more times before he was only left with a nauseous feeling. He held his head.

"Would you mind calling housekeeping? I don't want to leave you with a disgusting bin," she nodded and called them. After she got off the phone she offered Bruce a box of Kleenex's and a stick of mint gum. He took both. He made himself presentable and left the room. He ignored the rather large crowd of people that were waiting outside of the door and went back into the conference room. He grabbed his phone and left the building.

Bruce's personal doctor usually only visited him at his home, but Bruce was hoping for strong nausea meds right away. His doctor, Doctor Nancy, got him in quickly.

"It started as a tickle in my throat and has only gotten worse. One moment I think I'm doing fine, and it was just a random fluke but then I get sick again," Bruce explained to her.

"In waves? Or just once?" She asked.

"Waves," he answered. She nodded.

"And it happened today? What time did the tickle start?"

"The meeting started at 11 and it was about 20 minutes after that,".

"Hum," Doctor Nancy looked at her laptop, "have you noticed anything else weird lately? Emotional, physical? Have you changed anything in your diet or exercise habits?"

"Last week I broke up with- I ended a relationship. I guess I have been slightly down about that. It's caused me to have a short temper and I still get a little upset about it. And physically? Nothing really. Maybe a bit more tired than usual. And some more headaches," Bruce answered honestly, "I haven't changed anything,". She nodded again.

"Tender chest? Urinating more? Food aversion?" Dr. Nancy asked, looking at her laptop. Bruce thought for a moment.

"Yes actually. But those started a few weeks ago and don't really bother me," he paused, "does this sound like a bug that's going around?"

She shook her head.

"I know you prefer me to be blunt," she paused and looked at him, "do you know if there is a chance you might be pregnant?" Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No,".

"So you're still not having sex," she spoke to herself more than him, "How have your heats been without a heat partner? It's not too common but some omegas get physically sick if they don't have a flesh and blood partner,".

"They've been fine," Bruce paused. He furrowed his brow. "I've missed my last two heats. Could that have something to do with it?" The doctor stared at him.

"Are you on birth control?" Bruce shook his head, "hormone blockers?" He shook again, "have you been sexually active with someone who can get you pregnant?" She asked again.

"I… I have had sex but I'm not sure if he could. To be honest, no. He can't," Bruce was sure that his human biology and Clark's alien biology wouldn't mix. Doctor Nancy purses her lips.

"Can I run a pregnancy test? Just to be sure? If I can rule that out we can move on". Bruce nodded.

After a blood draw and a 20-minute wait doctor Nancy came back into the room. She sat in the roller chair and rolled over to him with the papers in her hand.

"This shows your hCG levels from our last visit 8 months ago," she pointed to a chart, "this is from today," she showed him a second chart that was the same format but had wildly different results. "In the old one, this hormone isn't there. This test from today is showing high levels of hCG. hCG is the pregnancy hormone that only shows up during pregnancy. This level of hCG shows that you are just under two months pregnant," she emphasized those specific words, "Am I making this clear?" Doctor Nancy asked.

Bruce was shocked. He stared at the charts that made no sense to him.

"But-"

"The person you've been sleeping with can and did get you pregnant," the words leaving her mouth didn't seem real. Bruce didn't know if he was even breathing at this point. "Are you okay?"

She reached out and put her hand on his. He blinked rapidly and shook his head.

"Yes, ah… just a little surprised. I'll be fine," Doctor Nancy smiled and rolled away to type on her laptop.

"I can email you some information and resources about pregnancy and options you have now or down the line," she looked at him.

"Options? Like-" he paused, "ah. Just give me the information I need for having a healthy pregnancy and anything for newborns. This is a shock but…" he let out a smile, "it's a welcome one,". Doctor Nancy typed away.

"No problem,".