Underworld; September 13th, 08:03 EST
“Diana, what is it? What’s wrong?” he finally asked after several long, tense moments. “Are you alright?”
Bruce forced himself to keep his feet firmly planted where he was when everything inside of him was aching to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless, to force her to stay with him forever. Even though dressed in a simple dark blue dress that hung to mid-thigh, her long dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.
“I’m alright,” she nervously replied, doing her best to get the nerve up to tell him what she had come here to say.
“Bruce…I’m pregnant,” she finally blurted out with a breathless rush.
Bruce stood there staring at her in shock, his mind trying to process what she had just said. Diana fidgeted with the tie of her dress, waiting in fear at his response. Even though they had shared their dreams of the future, neither of them had ever expected something like this to come so soon.
“I…I’m so sorry, Bruce. I don’t know how this happened…well, I mean…I do know how it happened. I mean we’ve been quite intimate countless times over the last six months and I…” she jabbered nervously, stumbling over her words. “I just…I mean…”
Before she could utter another word, Bruce’s mouth was suddenly on hers, his hands slipping up into her hair as his tongue tangled with hers. Taken aback by his reaction, it took her a moment to respond to his passionate kiss. Her arms quickly snaked around his neck, drawing him even closer still to her.
Breaking the kiss, Bruce pulled back to stare into her eyes. “Are you sure?” he breathlessly asked, his gaze roaming over her face searching for answers.
“Yes…definitely,” she nodded. “And if I wasn’t positive, the morning sickness would be a dead give-away something was up.”
A large grin broke across the Batman’s face as he stared at her, his lips descending on hers again and stealing the breath from her lungs. He could scarcely believe this was really happening. He was going to be a father…Diana was carrying his child.
No scenario that he had ever concocted in his dreams could ever come close to the exhilarating feeling of this incredible moment, the reality of their love for one another and what they had created together.
Pulling back, he pressed his forehead against hers, fighting to catch his breath. “I can’t believe it,” he softly said. “I have never been so happy in my whole life.”
Diana stared at him in wonder. “Are you sure?” she asked, worry still clouding her blue eyes. “I was so afraid that you’d be upset, that you wouldn’t want this right now.”
“Upset?” he repeated in confusion. “Diana, the woman I love with all my heart is carrying my child. How could I possibly be upset?”
Batman awoke with a start, gasping for breath. He blinked several times as he tried to focus his vision and his mind. He quickly looked about him only to remember where he was at that moment. He wasn’t at home where he should be sharing his bed with her. He wasn’t where he belonged. He was an alien in a strange world…a prisoner of Hades in the Underworld.
He rubbed his mouth and chin with a gauntleted hand as a furious curse escaped his lips, knowing that he was beginning to lose parts of himself down here. He sat up from his spot on the hard floor next to lord Hades’ throne, stretching his back and neck with a soft groan.
Sitting up, he held his head in his hands for several long minutes just trying to put the pieces together, trying to create an image that made sense to him…one that was true…one that was an accurate picture of his life. He knew the dream he’d had wasn’t just a simple dream. It was a memory of when Diana had first told him she was pregnant with his son.
It was one of the happiest days of his life learning that Diana was carrying his child. He had been so worried that she was going to break things off with him when she had first contacted him about coming to see him in the cave only for her to reveal that they had made a baby together.
Nicholas…they had a baby boy they named Nicholas Alfred Wayne. He remembered his birth…how Diana had struggled and how J’onn had saved their son’s life. He remembered holding him in his arms and looking into his beautiful little face, his blue eyes and dark hair so like his and Diana’s. His son had an inquisitive mind like his father and a tender heart like his mother.
Nicholas was three years old, wasn’t he? No…that wasn’t right. He shook his head as he forced himself to focus his thoughts and to remember. He had to remember. There was no way that he was going to allow himself to forget the people that meant the most to him in his life.
His son was four years old now and had recently started preschool. He smiled to himself as he recalled that day. Diana had had a hard time that first day that they took him to school. While it had been difficult letting him go, he felt that he’d handled that day pretty well, Diana not so much. It had been far more difficult for her.
Bruce pulled his cowl back, rubbing his tired eyes with his thumb and forefinger. The edges of his mind and memories were beginning to fray, images becoming blurry along the periphery. He needed to get out of here before he no longer knew himself or the people he loved.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the image of Diana. She was his touchstone, his brilliant north star. She centered him…gave him back the faith and hope that he’d lost so very long ago. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he focused on her face, her dazzling smile, and those impossibly blue eyes of hers that shined with a beautiful light that came from within her heart and soul.
And she belonged to him…always.
It still astounded and amazed him even now, even after this long together. Eight years of knowing her, five years of marriage…two children together and three adopted sons. Then there was his son with Talia. David? Daniel? No…Damian…Damian Wayne.
Even after all they had been through and endured and fought together for, he couldn’t believe that their life together could end this way. It couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow it. There had to be a way of escaping this hellish prison he found himself in.
His greatest fear was that Diana was going to try to come down here to rescue him. She needed to stay at home with their children where it was safe, not worry about coming after him. He greatly feared what Hades would do if his daughter came to his domain in hopes of bringing him home.
He needed to get to Ra’s. As much as he loathed the thought of it, working with Ra’s al Ghul might be his only hope of escaping from the Underworld. Maybe together they could find a way out of here and return back to the world of the living…back to his family.
Bruce swallowed past the sudden knot in his throat as he thought about his family. He desperately missed them. He needed them. The only thought that brought him the least bit of comfort at that moment was the fact that they were safe from Hades. If this was the price that had to be paid in order for that to happen, then he would gladly pay it every damn time.
He pulled his cowl back over his face, prepared to do some exercises. He refused to let his mind succumb to the effects of the Underworld and his body was no different. He needed to stay in top physical shape if he was going to fight his way out of here. He just needed to find his moment of escape.
The chain around his neck and ankle was the least of his worries. He could’ve freed himself from his restraints the second he found himself shackled to Hades’ throne, but he was biding his time. He needed to know what Hades’ ultimate plans were, making sure there was no way he could get to his family ever again.
He began doing pushups at a rapid rate, his mind buzzing with various ways that he could escape the palace. He had a feeling that escaping Hades’ palace would be the easiest part. Making it to the River Stix would be a whole other matter that he feared would take an eternity.
Once he arrived there, he had no idea what he would have to do to get out of here. The gate to the Underworld located beneath Themyscira was sealed and guarded. He knew he didn’t have the firepower he needed to get through that gate. If Hades couldn’t escape through it, he wasn’t certain that he’d be able to, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him from trying.
There had to be another way…another gate…another chance for him to get out of here. Finishing his pushups, he sat up, his intense gaze wandering around the expansive throne room. There were several maps and regions of the Underworld displayed on the walls. Maybe there would be something in here that would give him the information that he needed.
He closed his eyes as he sat on the floor, wishing that he could send some sort of message to Diana to let her know that he was all right and not to come after him. He would come to her as soon as he could. He would never give-up, never stop trying to find his way back to her and his family.
“Wait for me, princess,” he murmured to himself. “I’m coming home to you.”
Mediterranean Sea; September 13th, 16:32 EST
Artemis glanced at the Amazon warrior piloting the invisible jet, wondering how she was holding herself together with all that had happened. It was impossible to miss the heavy strain that she was under as well as the way it had settled into her bunched shoulders.
She could practically feel the current of emotions storming inside of her at that moment like a live wire, creating an almost suffocating tension that permeated the interior of the jet. It only seemed to be growing stronger the closer they got to Themyscira.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, Diana?” Artemis finally asked her.
Diana frowned as she turned a bewildered look on her friend. “What do you mean?” she demanded to know. “I am an Amazon warrior, the Princess of the Amazons. Of course, I’m up for this…I have to be. It’s my husband we’re talking about…the father of my children. Why wouldn’t I be ready for this?”
“Okay…okay,” Artemis replied, holding her hands up in front of her to show that she meant no harm with her question. “I’ve just never seen you quite like this before.”
“What? On the verge of strangling her father?” Shayera interjected from behind Diana. “I’ve seen her like this before. The last time was when Sienna Conti wanted Diana out of the picture so she could have Bruce all to herself.”
“Don’t remind me of her,” Diana snapped, tightening her grip on the controls of her jet. “I swear that woman came from the very Pits of Tartarus.”
“Do you think we’ll run into her while we’re in the Underworld?” Shayera wondered out loud.
“I hope so,” Diana muttered. “I wouldn’t mind doling out a little retribution.”
“Wow,” Artemis said with a low whistle. “A woman was actually stupid enough to think she could get rid of Wonder Woman and take her husband for herself? No wonder she’s dead.”
“I didn’t kill her,” Diana clarified with a scowl. “That was courtesy of another Gotham villain.”
“I know you’re worried about Bruce, but I’m sure he’ll be fine until we can get to him,” Artemis attempted to reassure her. “Bruce is resourceful and he’s a fighter. He won’t go down very easily.”
“I know, but that’s partly what worries me,” Diana stated. “He doesn’t know when to stop and let someone help him. He’ll keep pushing himself until he drops or dies.”
“That obstinacy is what has helped to keep him alive this long, Di,” Shayera pointed out.
Artemis studied Diana a moment, sensing something wasn’t right. “What else is it?” she pressed. “I know there’s something more upsetting you besides Bruce. Is there something that you’re not telling us?”
Diana pursed her lips as she shook her head. “I don’t know for certain,” she began, releasing a worried breath before continuing. “It’s just a bad feeling that I have.”
“About what?” the Bana-Mighdall Amazon asked.
“I’ve tried contacting mother several times over the last few days and I haven’t been able to reach her,” she revealed. “I’m assuming that war broke out on Themyscira and damaged the communication system Bruce set up for her there, but I’m worried there could be something more.”
“So, you have no idea what has happened there?” Shayera asked, worry lacing her voice.
“No, I don’t,” the princess confessed. “I have no idea if the war is over…how many of my sisters were lost in the battle or if my mother is even still alive. We could be walking right into the heart of the battle for all I know.”
“Have you petitioned the gods?” Artemis asked.
“Yes, but I haven’t received any answers as of yet,” she replied with a heavy heart.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Artemis reminded her. “You know very well the gods can be fickle…showing up one day with all the answers you want only to completely ignore you the next time.”
“I know, but it doesn’t make any of this any easier,” Diana ground out. “We have no idea what we could be flying into. What if they’re all dead…Themyscira completely destroyed?”
“It won’t be, Di,” Shayera interjected as she leaned forward in her seat. “Your goddesses wouldn’t allow the entire Amazon nation to wipe themselves out and destroy paradise. They’ve been protected by them for thousands of years for a reason.”
Diana’s jaw tightened, her blue eyes narrowing. “You’re right, Shayera,” she finally relented. “I’m just letting my worry get the better of me. I’m sure everything is fine. I’ll just feel better once I can see my mother and talk to her.”
“Well, you’ll get to see her soon because we should be coming up on Themyscira in a few minutes,” Artemis added.
Diana nodded, drawing a deep breath in an effort to calm herself. She released it slowly through her nose, momentarily closing her eyes to center herself. She needed to get a hold of these emotions storming wildly inside of her, lassoing them into her iron-grip and channeling that energy into finding her husband.
She just prayed that her mother and sisters were all right. She couldn’t handle anything else right now with Bruce in the Underworld with her father, enduring only Hera knew what. She immediately shut down the horrifying scenarios that began to run rampant in her mind about what was happening to him. Dwelling on what she could do nothing about at that moment would only drive her crazy.
“It never ceases to amaze me how the island just magically appears when you’re landing,” Shayera muttered in wonder. “It’s like you’re trying to land in the middle of the ocean for the island to suddenly appear.”
“Okay, be prepared for anything,” Diana warned them as she landed the plane. “I have no idea what we’re getting ourselves into. We may have to fight our way out of here if it’s as bad as I fear it could be.”
“We’re good, Diana,” Shayera reassured her. “We’ve got your back.”
“No one is going to stop us from getting into the Underworld,” Artemis agreed as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stood to her feet. “Besides, I’ve been itching for a good fight.”
“That’s what happens when you spend the whole week in Jason’s bed,” Diana replied with a roll of her eyes as she picked up her sword. “You begin to lose your edge.”
Artemis had the decency to appear somewhat guilty but just barely. “I have not lost my edge at all. Sex is somewhat like sparring,” she maintained with a huff, annoyance dancing in her eyes. “I told Jason that we should’ve made an appearance at the manor, but he can be very persuasive when he doesn’t agree.”
Diana held up a hand to halt any further conversation on the matter. “You are my friend and Jason is my son,” she reminded her. “I would prefer not to hear about your sex life.”
“You started it,” Artemis shot back. “Besides, according to Jason, you and Bruce are worse than a couple of rabbits.”
Diana scowled as she turned a dark glare on her fellow Amazon. “What exactly did he say about us?”
Shayera attempted to stifle a giggle as she exited the invisible jet. “You two are hilarious,” she said. “And we already know how bad Bruce and Diana can be. They can’t keep their hands off each other.”
“We are not that bad,” Diana ground out, turning to glare at her two friends. “Now, can we just focus on why we’re here?”
“At least she’s a little more relaxed,” Shayera whispered to Artemis from behind the Amazon princess.
“Why do you think I brought it up?” Artemis murmured in response.
“You know I can hear you two,” Diana reminded them as she finally set foot on the shores of Themyscira.
She was too overwhelmed to speak any further as her frantic gaze swept across her former island home. There was devastation as far as her enhanced eye could see, so many buildings destroyed…so many trees and gardens nothing more than a wasteland now.
A strangled sob stuck in her throat as she slowly approached, each step she took feeling as though she was being dragged closer to the ground that she drew closer. The sheer heaviness of her breaking heart was almost more than she could bear.
“No…no…” she repeatedly murmured.
Tears blurred her vision as someone in the distance came to greet her. The sword in her hand subconsciously slipped from her fingers as the tears finally broke free. “Mother?” she whispered as Hippolyta ran towards her.
“Diana!” the queen greeted her, immediately pulling her into a fierce embrace as she crushed her to her. “It’s so good to see you, my sun and stars. I’m so happy to know that you’re safe.”
Diana numbly lifted her arms to return her mother’s embrace, doing her best to keep the rest of the tears she felt building up inside of her at bay. She was an Amazon warrior first and foremost. She would not lose control like this before her mother and sisters. Still, the shock of it all was almost more than she could possibly bear after all that she had already been through.
“What…what happened, mother?” she finally choked out.
Hippolyta reluctantly released her hold on her, taking her hand in hers and squeezing it. “It’s a long story, but it’s over, Diana,” she replied, suddenly noticing Artemis and Shayera standing behind her daughter. “Artemis…Shayera…what a pleasant surprise this is. Please, come with me to the palace. I’ll have the kitchen prepare a meal for you after your long journey.”
“But…mother…” Diana began, her voice trailing off as she took in the devastation of her former home.
“Now, Diana,” Hippolyta gently said, erasing the tear tracks from her daughter’s cheeks before cupping her face in her hands. “It’s over and we’ll rebuild. The important thing is that you’re here. We have much to talk about.”
“More than you know, mother,” Diana softly confessed as she turned incredibly sad eyes on her queen.
Hippolyta instantly grew pale with the horrifying look on her daughter’s face. “Diana, what is it? Is it the children? Did something happen to one of them? Where’s Bruce? Why is he not with you?”
Diana swallowed hard, steeling herself against the pounding of her heart. “He’s in the Underworld, mother,” she revealed. “Hades took him to the Underworld with him when we finally sent him back.”
Hippolyta gasped in shock, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she tried process what she’d just learned. “I’m so very sorry, my sun and stars,” she replied, taking her daughter’s hand once more. “Come with me…all of you. We’ll discuss plans to rescue him while we eat. I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more difficult than you know.”
“Why?” Diana asked.
“I’ll tell you everything soon,” the queen assured her. “Just come with me.”
Diana drank in the vast destruction of her homeland as she followed her mother, her heart hurting more than she had thought was possible. There was barely any place that didn’t display the telltale signs of a battle. She could feel tears knotting in her throat again as they passed by various beloved spots only to find them destroyed or buried in rubble.
Artemis’s periodic gasps of shock only added to her own sorrow. Her simmering rage was growing exponentially with her crushing anguish. She would love nothing more than to personally deal with those responsible for this utter madness. Her mother had done no wrong and yet Themyscira had paid a steep price.
This civil war…this battle between sisters would no doubt be felt for many years to come. They would eventually be able to rebuild and repair the damage, but there would forever be a scar on the hearts of those who had survived it…those who called this island home.
Various sisters’ faces and names flashed through her mind as they approached the royal palace, leaving her to wonder if they had been involved in the attempted coup. Was Airlea still alive? Melantha? Had Melete turned against the queen? What about Vasiliki or Theophania?
Diana’s steps grew almost as heavy as her heart as fear clawed at her insides, threatening to tear her apart at the seams. She was already frantic over Bruce being in the Underworld without having to deal with this as well. As she took in the battered palace before her, she knew she was going to have to find a way.
Parts of the palace where she had lived and grown up was in shambles, various sisters working hard to clear away the mounds of rubble, but the work was labor intensive and appeared to be endless at this point. Rebuilding could take years and even then, it might never be the same. The scars of battle would not only be felt but visible as well.
“Mother…” Diana murmured as she tried to absorb it all, slowly shaking her head in disbelief and horror.
Phillipus emerged from a palace entrance that was partially blocked by rubble. Seeing Diana, Artemis, and Shayera, she quickly made her way to them. “Princess, it is good to see—” Phillipus began only to be silenced when Diana suddenly pulled her into a fierce embrace that nearly knocked the very air from her lungs.
“Phillipus,” Diana greeted her, squeezing her eyes closed against the wealth of emotions swelling inside of her like a tidal wave. “I’m so glad to see that you and that you’re all right.”
Phillipus stiffened, but reluctantly returned the princess’s embrace, glancing at Queen Hippolyta in confusion and no small amount of discomfiture. “We did not know that you were coming,” she replied, disengaging herself from the princess’s embrace before pulling away.
“Bruce is trapped in the Underworld,” Diana revealed. “We’re going down there to rescue him.”
Phillipus quickly looked at Hippolyta, her brow furrowing with an indescribable expression that didn’t go unnoticed by Diana, Artemis, or Shayera. “What is it?” Artemis asked with a frown, glancing between Phillipus and Queen Hippolyta. “What aren’t you telling us?”
“I think you better see it for yourself,” Hippolyta replied with a sigh.
Wayne Manor; September 13th, 18:01 EST
Kaia couldn’t contain her giggle as she ran through the manor, squealing as Nicholas came running around the corner. He fired his water gun at her, water spraying her in the neck and back. She laughed even harder as she attempted to avoid getting hit by ducking but failing miserably.
Ace ran around the corner after them, barking as he chased the children down the hall. Kaia attempted to hide under a library table in the hallway only for Nicholas to unleash a focused attack on her. She squealed as she ducked again, holding up her hands and trying to avoid getting drenched.
She crawled out from under the library table with wet ringlets plastered to her head and face. “Ni-Ni!” she screeched excitedly, holding her hands in front of her face in a futile attempt to ward off her brother’s attack. Unfortunately, she was already drenched from Nicholas’s Super-Soaker water gun.
Kaia giggled and squealed as she ran into the entertainment room, running straight for one of the couches. She quickly climbed up onto it, breathlessly running across the coach cushions as Nicholas chased after her. She turned and looked over her shoulder to find Nicholas gaining on her, forcing her to leap from one couch to the next.
Landing on the arm of the couch, Kaia fell face first into the pile of pillows, struggling to get back up again. She quickly scrambled back up onto her feet, running across the second couch cushions. She was breathing hard partly from running and partly from laughing so hard as she tried to escape from her brother’s pursuit. She ducked and rolled with surprising skill, leaping off the couch and onto the floor.
“She’s like a freaking gazelle,” Jason decided with his arms crossed against his chest, standing in the doorway beside his brother watching the whole chase. “Did you see how she tucked and rolled? No one taught her how to do that. That’s pure instinct.”
“Must have gotten it from me,” Dick readily replied with a smirk.
Kaia looked behind her to find Nicholas running across the couch cushions she’d just leapt off of. She suddenly found herself being swept up into strong, sure arms, causing her to shriek with delight as she found herself being tossed up into the air.
“What are you two up to now?” Dick asked as he caught Kaia, holding her firmly in his arms.
Jason bent down to corral Nicholas only to be squirted squarely in the face. He closed his eyes as water dripped from his nose and chin. “What the—” he began only to be squirted again.
Nicholas laughed as Jason lifted his t-shirt up to wipe the water off his face. “I got you too!” Nicholas proudly proclaimed.
“What on earth is going on in here?” Alfred asked as he rushed into the room, spotting Nicholas with his water gun. “Master Nicholas, you know you’re to keep your water gun outside.”
“Sorry, Pappoús,” Nicholas said, frowning as he handed his water gun over to Alfred. “We were just playing. I was Uncle Arthur.”
“You can play with it outside,” Alfred reminded him. “Now, you need to go wash up. Dinner is almost ready.”
“Come on, peanut,” Dick said. “Let’s go get some dry clothes on you.”
“No,” Kaia pouted. “Me like to be wet.”
“I know you do, but not in the house,” Dick told her.
“What about the baf tub?”
Dick chuckled as he carried her upstairs to her bedroom. “The bathtub is the only place in the house you can be all wet, Kai.”
“The potty?” she asked with a contagious giggle.
“Definitely not the potty,” Dick adamantly declared as they entered Kaia’s very pink bedroom. “Don’t you want to paint your room a different color?”
“Me like pink,” she insisted with a frown as he set her down on the changing table.
Dick began to remove her wet clothes, finding her diaper equally wet. Laying her down, he began to change her diaper as well, an idea forming in his mind. “What other color do you like?”
“Purpo,” she thoughtfully replied.
Dick adamantly shook his head, a scowl adorning his face. “No way…no purple,” he outright told her. “Your dad would have a stroke if he came home and found your room the color of Joker’s suit.”
“Who?” she asked with a confused look.
“Never mind,” he murmured. “What other colors do you like?”
“Moving on,” Dick said with a groan as he pictured Joker’s bright green hair. “What about blue?”
Kaia wrinkled up her nose. “No…not boo.”
“Purpo,” she decided.
“How about light purple…like lavender or violet is very nice color,” he agreed. “Maybe we could paint your room for you while your mom and dad are gone. It would be a huge surprise for them when they come home. I know they’ve been talking about upgrading your bedrooms now that you’re getting older.”
“Me like it,” she said as he sat her up, carrying her over to her dresser to find her some dry clothes.
“Should we paint Nicholas’s room too?”
“Yah, but me first,” she told him.
“Okay, I bet we could get Aunt DD to help you find a new bedspread to match your violet room,” Dick suggested, kneeling on the floor before her as he pulled a Wonder Woman t-shirt on over her head.
“I think she would like that very much,” Donna agreed. “It would give me a chance to look for things for the nursery.”
Dick looked up to find his wife standing in the doorway, a look of adoration shining in her bright blue eyes. “What do you think?” he asked her as he helped Kaia slip on a pair of shorts. “It might help get the kids’ minds off their parents for a while and give them something to look forward to.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” she readily decided as he picked Kaia up and carried her to Donna.
Donna took Kaia into her arms, kissing her on the cheek as Kaia threw her arms around her aunt’s neck. “Me getting a new woom,” Kaia told her. “Me can’t wait till mommy and daddy see it.”
“They’ll be so surprised when they get home,” she agreed as she ran her fingers through her niece’s raven curls in an effort to tame the wet strands.
“Me miss them,” Kaia softly said, laying her head on Donna’s shoulder.
“I know you do, Kai,” she gently told her as she rubbed her back, gently patting it. “We all miss them very much, but your mom and dad will be home before you know it.”
“Come on, trouble,” Dick urged her, tickling Kaia’s ear. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
“No, you twouble.”
Donna set Kaia down, swatting her gently on the bottom. “Run downstairs,” she told her. “Alfred’s waiting on us.”
Kaia took off like a shot, running down the hall. Donna turned to Dick, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that took him by surprise. It didn’t take him long to respond, though. His hands settled on her hips, gripping her firmly as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.
Retreating, Dick struggled to catch his breath. “Not that I’m complaining but…what was that for?” he asked, pausing to kiss her once more.
“Because I love you…and you’re just so good with Kaia and Nicholas,” she replied. “You are going to make an amazing father.”
Dick grinned, more than pleased with her response. She always made him want to be a better man in every way possible. “And you’re going to be an awesome mother.”
His hand moved to cup the swell of her belly, thrilled with how much she was showing at thirteen weeks. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to wait until his children were born, but he knew that he had little choice in the matter. Although, Diana did go into labor early with Nicholas. Maybe Donna would too.
Donna kissed him once more before taking him by the hand to lead him downstairs to dinner. “I can’t help wondering what’s happening on Themyscira right now,” she confessed.
“They probably haven’t even started on their mission yet,” Dick replied. “They most likely just got to Themyscira a little while ago.”
“I know, but we have no idea what’s been going on there,” she told him. “Diana and I haven’t been able to reach mother all week.”
“I’m sure they’re fine, Troia,” he tried to reassure her, kissing her temple. “Diana will let us know something as soon as she’s able.”
“Whatever we find out…whatever happens, we have to make sure Nicholas and Kaia are taken care of, Dick,” she stated with resolute determination in her voice. “They have to be our first priority no matter what.”
“I agree, but Diana and Bruce will be fine,” Dick attempted to comfort her. “They’re be home in a few days, and it’ll be just like nothing ever happened.”
“I sure hope you’re right,” she murmured with a frown, not feeling quite so optimistic at that moment.