Bruce smiled as he cupped her cheek, "At least you haven't lost your spirit... come on...". Bruce helped Selina to the elevator of the Batcave, heading up, while Poppy went to pick up the blankets from her mama's preserved nest/bedroom, as Thomas glanced at Martha and Waylon, "Well, didn't see that coming...".
Martha replied, "We have time to hear their story and for them to hear our stories.", as Waylon nodded, "Questions to ask, but time for some peace and safety.", as they headed up, except for Thomas who went to change out of his Batman suit.
Selina took deep breaths as Bruce helped her to one of the parlor rooms, hissing to him when he was about to flick on the lights, and realized that Selina wanted darkness and warmth as she got to the rug not far from the fireplace.
"Get the cushions from the couches and chairs...", Selina demanded, and Bruce nodded, letting her lay on the thick, cozy rug as she took deep breaths, using her claws to rip off her shirt, bra, and skirt and panties, glad for the black fur covering herself, while Bruce grabbed the cushions from the two couches and chairs, scooting them to Selina who instinctively arranged the cushions into a nest.
Poppy came into the room with the blankets, "Here, Selina.", after momentarily taking into the scene, and Selina grabbed the blankets, draping them over the cushions and in the nest, fluffing them up and arranging them, "Not quite planned for this, but it will do in a pinch...", before groaning softly, laying against the back of the nest, her tail twitching and out of the way.
Poppy can feel the sensations of labor through the connection of Damien, and asked gently, "Do you want Mom or Dad to check how far you are along?", as Bruce rubbed Selina's back to ease tension behind the nest as he kneeled.
"Yeah... though obviously probably not far along, right? Takes some hours if I've heard correctly...", Selina groaned as Bruce kissed her cheek, "It'll be alright, Selina, just keep taking deep breaths...".
Poppy replied, "Right, I'll get Mom. You're a cat right now, so you're probably not wanting to be crowded, and of course, Bruce is your mate, allowed, no other men, or am I wrong?".
Selina glanced at Poppy, "No, you're not wrong. Doesn't hurt to check.", and Poppy nodded, leaving the parlor room, glad that Alfred got the fireplaces on low in the manor including this room, running to keep the chill away as night is now over the manor, it may be late April, but it's still a bit cool out there.
Selina took deep breaths as she gave a small smile, "Well, looks like we have to see if Damien is a kitten or a normal baby like Jane soon...And of course, he's like us...being a nocturnal baby...It's going to be a long night...".
Bruce smiled, still rubbing her back, "No regrets about this family not being normal, huh?", and Selina giggled softly, "No regrets...After Martha checks over me, can you work with Alfred to get me some food? Another thing I'm blaming Rex for...I didn't get a chance to have my favorite fizzy juice and yummy little cakes next to some other food for Damien and me..", with a little growl.
"Next time, I'll make sure you're walking over with me...", Bruce shook his head as Selina rolled her eyes, "Then we both would've had a gun to our backs. I must admit, can't help but admire Rex's plan a bit... he planned at least getting to us perfectly.".
Bruce snorted, "At least he's dead...It wasn't exactly us, but rather our panther instincts...You were fierce on protecting Damien, and I was enraged at him, protecting my mate and our kitten.".
"You think the fire would mangle the evidence, confusing the cops?", Selina asked, and Bruce nodded, "Yeah. I mean, the fire was coming quick. And since it was the cops first, probably a few minutes later for the fire trucks...Gonna have to ask the others if they at least got some of the goons out before the fire got too much.".
Selina nodded, "Yeah, at least some of the goons must be having second thoughts on doing crime, I hope, with all the injuries the others laid on them. By the way, that was attractive how you hit Calvin like that. At least he was modest and polite enough for being a goon, that is, when he's got a brain sometimes. You think he got out, having second thoughts?".
"Maybe. But we will hear the story from the others while we're waiting for Damien...Right now, we're home and safe...I guess he was distressed from the urgency of our escape...", Bruce shrugged softly, stroking the side of her baby bump, feeling the solid contractions as Selina breathed deeply.
"Couldn't blame him. It was scary here and there...", Selina whispered before her ears flicked, hearing footsteps, glancing over to see Poppy and Martha. Martha asked politely, "Permission to come in and check?".
Selina nodded, and Martha carefully stepped over the cushion border, watching her step, not wanting to ruin the work of Selina, and kneeled, checking, "You're 1/4 dilated, Selina. Has the water bag break yet?".
"No, not yet...", Selina responded, and Martha replied, "Perhaps a few hours before it breaks, and then I'll check again, if that's alright?". Selina nodded, her instincts trusting Martha's word, and so, Martha left the nest, glancing at Poppy, "Do you want me to get the twins?".
Poppy replied, "Yeah, just tell me when you're in the room next door, and I'll go nurse the twins, but I'll keep Selina company while Bruce gets food and drink.", and Selina smiled softly, "Actually, I don't mind you bringing in the twins, Poppy. They aren't rivals, and I'd like your company, I just don't want to be exactly alone for a while yet. What are you waiting for, Bruce?", with a sharp look.
"Right. I'll be right back...", Bruce said as he kissed her cheek and then left once more. "How bad was it, Poppy?", Selina asked. "When you gave birth to your twins?".
Poppy sat down behind the nest, her hands taking over for Bruce by massaging on Selina's back, "Granted, it was different...Being an egg, it was not easy as they weren't a flexible shape, it was really painful as it was big. Mom had to ease the pain for the stretching of the vaginal walls every few minutes as I was in labor earlier with other eggs, smaller and easier then, yes, but it was repeating on making my vagina so sore, until Mom came to help with the twins' egg.".
Selina nodded, "So, it's actually the pain that's different, along with the change of birth method...", and Poppy replied, "Yeah...It's a bit different now...I mean, feeling your labor by the connection of Damien, it feels both amazing yet low on pain right now, giving me a new perspective of how it felt for Mama when she gave birth to me, along with Mom for Bruce and Caroline for Jane, since they weren't eggs like the twins. I guess it's the same for you, huh?".
"Yeah, nothing too special about this; about as common as most births.", Selina groaned as she felt another contraction. "Just wish it was quicker, you know?".
"At least Damien's a little more flexible than a solid egg...", Poppy chuckled before groaning herself as she remembered that pain.
Selina nodded, "True dat.", taking deep breaths, and so, Martha returned to the parlor room with the twins, with Poppy nursing them against the nearest empty couch, while Bruce politely averted his eyes, coming back to Selina with trays of piping warm food and beverages including her desired fizzy juice and yummy little cakes for Damien, sharing some with Poppy.
Four hours has passed between pacing around inside the nest, eating and drinking, and checking the progress of the dilation from Martha, "You are almost 3/4 dilated, Selina, and the water bag hasn't broken...Looks like Damien is still scared of Rex.".
Selina growled with a groan of pain, "Damn it...Please tell me that it was on TV, or that the internet is having information...We need to know the aftereffects of that fire...", and Martha nodded, "Thomas, Alfred, and Waylon is checking all sources of information.".
Bruce massaged her shoulders, "Breathe, Selina, we will tell him as soon as we get the good news that he's gone and will never hurt him again. We need something to reassure him right now...", with a frown.
Sean and Daphne are sensing the worried atmosphere, understanding that their cousin/godbrother is scared, and then Daphne remembered what she and her twin did for good behavior, and whined in Poppy's arms, "Hungry again, huh, darlings? Here you go...", opening her breasts again under the modest throw on her.
Daphne talked with Sean in their baby language, and then shook their heads, whining and reaching for Selina, changing into their birth forms of being croc and hulk, and Poppy glanced at Selina, "Uh, Selina, I think the twins want to be close to their godbrother, to make him jealous if they're nursing from you...Is that alright with you?", as Selina only had allowed Martha in so far.
"Would it help with the birth?", Selina asked. She was honestly willing to try anything that might speed the process along since she obviously wasn't going to get any sort of real painkillers or medicine to alleviate some of the pain.
"It might. Wouldn't hurt to try, right?", Poppy asked as Selina nodded, "Alright, let's do it then.". Poppy fixed her sports bra, and walked, carrying the twins to Selina's front, replying, "Behave for Aunt Selina, it's her first time nursing, okay?", and the twins nodded, cooing and whining, and she carefully put one down at a time.
They enjoyed the feel of cozy, warm blankets under their hands and feet as they crawled, nuzzling Selina as she licked and sniffed them over, her instincts accepting them as she purred, nudging them to her teats as she changed slightly more cat-like, next to her breasts.
Daphne and Sean were awed of the baby bump as always, nuzzling and talking in baby language as they latched into her teats, suckling and purring as Selina purred, smiling as she felt weird at first, feeling milk flow, and then it felt natural immediately, feeling Damien push and rest on her hips closer and harder as she breathed deeply through the next contraction.
It continued for a half hour as Selina instinctively licked her baby bump, nuzzling the twins as they nursed, and then she clenched her claws into the closest blanket, yowling in pain as the biggest contraction came, feeling something pop, soon feeling wet.
"Oh, that's the water bag breaking!", Bruce laughed in relief as Poppy went to alert Martha in the next room, and Selina moaned, taking deep breaths, "I think...I'm close...", as Bruce kissed her on the lips.
Bruce smiled, "Oh, for sure!", as Poppy and Martha immediately returned, stepping over the border of the nest with care, checking, "Oh, that got you close! You're a bit over 3/4, just a few more centimeters until full dilation!", with a chuckle.
Selina sighed, "Oh, thank god...", groaning through another contraction as the twins belched and burped, backing away from the teats, licking their jaws, and cooed to Selina who smiled, nuzzling and licking them clean, "Good job, rascals...Thank you...Don't worry, we're going to be okay. Now, join your momma, okay?".
The twins nodded, nuzzling their aunt back, and crawled around her, reaching up for Poppy who picked them up, kissing them on their foreheads, "I'm very proud of you, Sean and Daphne. Let's get you to your daddy, time for bed.", carrying them and heading out of the parlor room.
Martha went to replace the wet blankets with new, warm blankets, "Okay. That'd do it. Do you want me to deliver?", and Selina shook her head, "No...the blankets will be enough for his landing...I need only Bruce to stroke the fireplace and supervise from now on...".
Martha nodded, "Okay...Selina, you got this, you can do this. You're a badass Catwoman, before and now.", with a chuckle, and Selina gave a thankful smile, "Thank you, Martha...".
"Call me Mom, Selina...You're practically my daughter even if you're not engaged/married to Bruce, and this is my third grandchild. He is literally you and Bruce.", Martha smiled firmly and reassuringly.
"Yeah, will take some getting used to... I've been without a family for... well, a long time...", Selina sighed as Martha shook her head, "Well, that's no longer the case now... you have a family once more that'll do anything for you...".
Bruce nodded, "Yeah, they literally came for us today, didn't they, Selina?", and Selina's heart skipped a beat, tears in her eyes. Bruce was right, and she smiled, remembering so much...it may have been a year of her knowing this incredible, amazing family, but it truly felt like longer.
"You're right...Now, get going...Mom...", Selina replied, and Martha nodded with a wide, delighted smile, leaving the parlor room, and Selina ordered Bruce over the next couple hours in stroking the fireplace, fluffing the pillows from the couches into the nest, and giving her the remaining food as she paced inside the nest, laboring through increasingly intensifying contractions, and dozing on and off.
Selina followed her instincts as she licked her baby bump and her vagina, feeling something change as she yowled in pain from another contraction, "B-Bruce, it's time...Change and get into here, now!". She knew that normal mama black panthers would give birth alone in privacy and safety, but she isn't any normal mama black panther.
"Change, what do you mean...?", Bruce questioned. "I swear, I thought you were smart, what did you do less than a few hours ago?!", Selina snapped as Bruce blinked before he shook his head.
"Oh, right, that, sorry, still... going to have to get used to the fact that I can do that.", Bruce admitted as she chuckled, "Yeah, hard to wrap the head around it after being completely normal even when most of the rest of the family seems to be... quite extraordinary.".
Bruce replied, "Fair enough.", before remembering what he did, and followed his instincts to help his mate, changing into very much panther with slight humanoid emotions and such, stepping into the nest to sit and lay besides Selina, licking and nuzzling her head and back, purring, "Breathe and push, Selina, I'm here, I'm right here.", his paw resting on her baby bump.
Selina took deep breaths as the next contraction came, and she pushed, yowling out in pain, and the pace of repeated pushes lasted for 45 minutes before her claws clenched into the blankets, roaring in pain, "Is he coming?!", and Bruce looked over, "Oh, oh, I see him crowning! We're almost there, Selina! Breath and push!", with a purring laugh, licking Selina's head.
Selina instinctively opened her legs wider and looked over to see a peek of her kitten, and tears swam in her eyes as she smiled happily, taking deep breaths with the next few pushes for the next 10 minutes as she yowled and roared in pain from the head stretching her out, with Bruce replying, "Oh, oh, he's almost out, one more push!".
Selina took another deep breath, roaring in pain as she pushed one last time, feeling the body slide out, and she moved instinctively, heaving with pants as she curled around her kitten, her cub, licking furiously, revealing a black furry humanoid panther kitten as he then gave out a mewling wail of life, squirming and rolling over under Selina's tongue.
"Oh, Bruce, look at him! Our Damien...", Selina sobbed happily as Damien cried and mewled, squirming and crawling awkwardly and helplessly into Selina's warmth, fluttering his eyes almost open, but not quite as he sniffed, finding his mama's teats, and latched into one, his paw-like hands kneading into the fur as he suckled hungrily, looking quite sized for a human newborn, with a newborn kitten tail, folded newborn kitten ears, and having a naturally detached belly button where the cord and the placenta came free seconds later.
He looks like he got his mama's shade of black, with his dad's facial features distinctively which would appear more clearly when he changes into human, with a set of broad shoulders that looks eerily familiar to Waylon, and a chin that would belong to Poppy.
"I think he's got traits from all four of his parents...", Bruce said as Selina nodded. "I know... I recognize some of Waylon and Poppy's features...", she sniffled. "But it looks like he's got most of ours...".
Bruce licked her cheek, cleaning her tears and nuzzled her, "He will soon open his eyes, Selina, yet he's just so perfect...You did it, Selina...Our little kitten...Our Damien...", with a joyful, tearful, and affectionate smile, resting on his mate's side, gazing upon their son suckling at Selina's teat, as Selina tucked her tail over him, enjoying the serene moment with the fireplace crackling warmly and peacefully.
A soft knock at the door was soon heard, and they heard Poppy's voice, "Bruce, Selina...Is..is he here? We all heard your roars, very loud, and the sensation of labor is gone now in me...", and Selina looked at Bruce with a tired yet warm smile, nodding.
Bruce called out, "If Waylon's with you, you and he can come in...Damien is quite surprising. Just keep your inside voice.", knowing that even if Damien clearly can hear, his ears are folded at the moment.