A long and tiring six months had passed and I had attended lots of scans with Bruce. We had decided to keep the sex a surprise though. That day Bruce was out as Batman fighting crime as there had just been a huge robbery just on the outskirts of Gotham. I was exhausted so I just rested and put my feet up, that's when I started to get sharp pains in my stomach. I got up and my waters broke. I screamed out of pain and my Grandfather came rushing to my aid. "I'm having the b-baby, I need to go to the hospital q-quick!" I explained through deep breaths. My Grandfather nodded and helped me out and into a car. On the way there we used the phone system built in the car to try and contact Bruce. He wouldn't answer, he p promised that no matter what he was doing he would answer his phone. I left him a very angry voicemail before screaming with pain again. It upset me that he broke his promise. I thought he was truly committed to me and the baby.

We rushed through the many traffic lights to eventually get to the hospital. I was put in a wheelchair and wheeled to the maternity award to be changed ready to have the baby. "I-I can't do this without Bruce, w-where is he? I need him here." I cried. My Grandfather shook his head sympathetically. I was afraid that he wasn't going to turn up and see his own child after I gave birth. I started to feel dizzy from all the waiting, I needed to have the baby quickly, but I didn't want to. I wanted Bruce to prove that we were his first priority.