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“Well?”
“It’ll take about five minutes.”
“We could have just gone straight to the doctors.”
You can’t bring yourself to answer, so you just shake your head. He nods and takes your hand. Never before has five minutes felt like such an eternity. But you sit there, your hand in Bruce’s. His thumb drags back and forth across the top of your hand. It’s a soothing motion, and you can’t help but lean your head on his shoulder. When the timer goes off you find that your legs won’t allow you to stand.
Bruce just gives your hand one last squeeze before he stands and walks into the bathroom. Your heart is pounding, and your eyes latch on to Bruce as he comes back out of the bathroom. He’s white as a sheet, and his eyes are glued to the stick he’s holding.
Your heart sinks, as he hands it to you. As you read the word positive, you feel the tears coming in your eyes. Bruce sits down slowly next to you’ “What do you want to do?”
Isn’t that the question of your life? The two of you are sixteen years old; you’d be seventeen by the time the baby came. You can already hear the whispers, and see the tabloids. Some part of you is saying make it disappear, but another part of you is saying, this is my baby.
Your hand goes to your still flat stomach. And you turn to Bruce and say, “I’m going to keep it.”
“Are you sure?”
You nod, “It’s my baby.”
His hand covers yours, “Our baby.”
You nod and say, “We can’t stay here. They’ll kick me out of the academy, and drag you through the mud.”
Bruce’s eyes widen, and this excited grin comes on to his face, “Then we’ll go away. Somewhere far, where no one knows us.”
“Bruce . . .”
“It’s perfect, don’t you see. We’ll finally get out of this condemned city. It’s not like we have anything holding us here. Your parents are horrible, you’re basically living here. There’s nothing here for me, I’ve graduated, and you can finish anytime you want with all those AP courses you take. Then, you get emancipated, and then we go.”
“What about Alfred?” You ask gently.
“I,” your head turns to the now open door, “Will wait patiently for the your return Miss Y/N. Please take good care of Master Bruce, and keep in touch. Come back when you are fully confident of your return.”
You can’t help it; you run and throw your arms around the butler and hug him. He hugs you back giving you an extra squeeze before letting go. You turn to Bruce and ask, “Are we really doing this?”
He nods, and pulls you into a hug. You allow yourself to relax into it. All the odds are stacked against you, but you have Bruce, and together the two of you are pretty damn good at beating the odds.