at first glance selina may seem like the most normal rogue…but she a freak. she’ll straight up lick the side of Bruce’s cowl without blinking and you thought Batman was normal? no he’s into it. he growls every time she does weird shit like that. every. time. you got burglars tied up in an alley by Batman and suddenly Catwoman jumps down from the nearest roof and playfully whips Batman and asks him to “tie her up like he did in cairo” and you got no idea what this means but you know they freaks
You decide on a home birth early on. Your kids look at you like you’re crazy, Bruce looks like he’s going to be ill, and Alfred looks ready to retire. But you have your reasons. This is your sixth pregnancy, which means things should move fairly quickly. Plus, if you have the baby at home that means you don’t have to avoid the paparazzi. Lee agrees to assist in the birth, along with a doula friend of hers. You’re quite certain that you’re ready to go.
However, this pregnancy is quite different from the others. You find yourself, infinitely more tired. Lee assures you it’s the combination of having eight children and your older age. You pout after the older age part. You’re in your thirties, that isn’t old.
You hide it for as long as you can, but of course you start to show early. The papers have a field day with the news. There’s references to Bruce not being able to keep it in his pants, raising a nation, and you trying to trap him ever further. You roll your eyes at that; if he hadn’t left after Damian and Helena then he was in it for the long haul.
Your boys take it upon themselves to ruin any possible paparazzi photos. You find it funny, how they make faces, and jump in front of you. At one point Dick even carries Terry on his shoulders. Your five years sticks out his tongue for the cameras. You can’t help but laugh.
The months tick by, and you find yourself ready to be done. This particular pregnancy has been demanding physically. Your back always hurts, and you find yourself needing to use the bathroom all the time.
So when your due date comes and goes without even a braxton hicks contraction, you get a little ornery. You go into labor, in the middle of the night, two weeks after your due date.
You’re wrong on the shortened labor part too. You spend a total of thirty-six hours in labor. By the end, you’re threatening Bruce’s life.
Maxwell Benjamin Wayne comes into the world at 11 am. He screams, and cries, and is so full of life that you can only smile. You cuddle with him for a good hour, before Bruce carries you out of the guest room, where you’d given birth and back to your room.
The two of you lie in bed with him for a while, before allowing the kids into the room. You fall asleep to the sight of them passing Max around, and you can’t help but smile, because you finally feel as though your family is complete.
“People think they understand me. Alfred, Gordon, the boys. All of Gotham in its way. Even you. A man in pain, traying to save who he can. They think… but… they don’t understand anything. They don’t know a damn thing about me. Because they don’t know, Cat. They have no idea. You have no idea. But you have to. Before. Before any of this. You have to know. What I did… what I had to do. During the War of Jokes and Riddles.”