#amnesia!verse

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Can we pretty please have the batfam finding out honey is pregnant ❤️

"Dick stop," you laugh, "It's fine. I feel fine-"

"Honey-" He broke off trying to get you to come sit down when Alfred walked back into the kitchen. His cheeks coloring as he wrapped his arms around your waist, putting his hands in the pocket of your hoodie to rest his hands on your stomach and he buried his face in your neck.

You smile a little and turn your head to kiss his hair, but otherwise, your hands are covered in pastry crust.

"Well those look marvelous," Alfred said, inspecting your work. "You're 'out of practice' pastry is perfectly servicable. I have no idea what you were fretting about-"

"Thank you," you hum, wiggling to try and get Dick to loosen his grip on you. "Dick- really?"

"It was a long trip," Dick protested, "You need to-"

"Dick."

Alfred politely pretends NOT to be very interested in what's happening across the kitchen. If you weren't pregnant, you were terminally ill. Richard was acting like you were made of spun glass. "I think, Master Richard," Alfred cut in when he kept fussing at you, "That Miss Y/N is in a very good position to know what she feels up to doing."

"But-"

"Leave the poor girl alone," Alfred chuckled. "At this rate, everyone will have it worked out before dinner-"

"There's nothing to work out," Dick protested.

"I told you," you snort, kissing his jaw when his head snapped up to look at Alfred.

Alfred gave him a knowing look and gestured to where Dick still had his hands in your pocket and smiled a little, "Congratulations," Alfred said simply, smile widening when Dick grinned and kissed your cheek. "Young Lady," Alfred said, "If you need a break-"

"Oh my god," you laugh, "don't you start. It's all fine."

Dick rumbled a laugh and cuddled you, "Are you going to tell-"

"Absolutely not," Alfred said. "I want to see if you can manage to keep it a secret until dinner."

"He couldn't even keep it from Sarah until the first doctor's appointment," you snort.

"It's not my fault," Dick protested, "Those bags were too heavy-"

"It was groceries," you explain to Alfred.

"Heavy groceries," Dick grumbled.

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Pls pls pls do more pregnant!honey ❤️❤️

"Okay," you groan, laughing slightly as you try and adjust, pinned in place by your swelling stomach and Dick's head resting on it, "You can't both be pushing on my bladder."

Dick Chuckled and lifted his head up, letting you adjust a little before carefully laying his head back down, moving his arms to bracket your hips and support most of his weight- belatedly realizing that even if you didn't mind him cuddling your belly, it probably wasn't always very comfortable to have him sprawling out on you. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling the stomach he was laying on.

"A little- Still have to pee now." You groan and struggle to sit up, "Help-"

Dick snorted but was up and moving before you even had time to realize you needed help, pulling you to your feet carefully. Hands coming to your waist to make sure you were steady on your feet in a couple fluid motions before he stole a kiss. "You hungry, babe?" he asked your retreating back frowning slightly when he checked the clock. "It was getting a little late.

The only answer was the bathroom door shutting and he snorted, "Priorities."

When you returned, stretching your back and yawning, Dick smiled softly, "Tired?"

"Mostly. A little sore," you hum, letting him help you back onto the couch.

"Hungry?" he asked. "You didn't eat much-"

"I think I ate about half my body weight in chips and guac," you snort, "We're fine."

"That's not a meal," he scolded, without any real heat as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms for a cuddle.

"And that was before there were tacos," you snort.

"You're gonna turn into a taco," Dick chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

"Or a bag of caramel corn-"

"Or that," he agreed, resting a hand on your stomach and making a mental note to check and make sure there was caramel corn in the pantry for you before he left for the auction tomorrow.

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Dick finding out he's getting his family with Honey?

Dick sprawled across the bed, not ready to open his eyes yet. And groaned as he reached across the bed, for you. Wanting to snuggle into your warmth. Grumbling when his arm closed over empty air.

"Baby come back to be-" He slid his hand over and opened his eyes, about to sit up. Only to find himself staring at a pair of baby shoes. Little white converse sneakers. "What-" He sat up and snatched them off the bed as he threw the covers off the bed and sprinted down the first half flight of stairs before jumping over the railing and dashing into the kitchen. Not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

He skidded to a halt in the kitchen and all he could do for a second is stare, watching you ladle the pancake batter onto the griddle. "Getting a head start?" he asked holding them up.

And when you shake your head and grin at him, Dick dropped the shoes and bolted across the kitchen, sweeping you up and into his arms. "You're having a baby?"

"Your baby," you tell him, kissing him.

Dick set you carefully back on the floor and chuckled when you reached off to wipe tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. "I love you," he murmured, hugging you and hiding his face in your hair. "But why on earth are you making ME breakfast?"

"Felt like a good day for pancakes," you tell him pouting.

"Well," Dick rumbled, kissing your nose, "Are you starving or can you wait a minute because-"

"A minute?" you ask reaching over to turn on the griddle.

"Couple minutes- few minutes. Actually," he said grinning, "We better feed you first." He leaned over and flipped the griddle back on. "Once I get going I'm not gonna stop until I've kissed every inch of you I can reach."

"Dick-"

"Breakfast first," he said, kissing your nose. "You're growing a baby." He grinned and stroked your belly with the back of his hand. He had a million things he wanted to say. But now all he knew was that he loved you. He loved you so much he couldn't breathe. Tomorrow- the next day he'd call everyone. But today? Everyone he cared about was right here.

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something with Dick please, just some confort to the poor boy

"When is she due?" Bruce asked, watching Dick trying not to watch you too closely.

"End of June," Dick said, smiling a little.

"Do you know if-"

"It's a little too early to know if it's a boy or a girl," Dick said, fighting the urge to go and take a stack of plates out of your hands, "But they're both healthy so far."

"That's good," Bruce said sincerely. The thought of losing you had made Dick a mess the first time. If anything were to happen to you now it would probably destroy him. "If you need-"

"She and Sarah and the girls are already working on the nursery," Dick said. "And we're still trying to figure out what we're gonna do about the shop- I don't want her working two days after and hurting herself."

"You don't know the ins and outs?" Bruce asked, teasing a little. "After 5 years?"

"Yeah but-" He broke off, cheeks heating. He knew it was going to sound stupid but- he wanted to be with you. To help you take care of the baby. He didn't want to leave you alone, even if he was only 5 minutes away.

"I'll find a couple volunteers to come help," Bruce offered. "I'm sure Stephanie and Cass would help for some dinner and some baby cuddles."

"Probably," Dick snorted, looking to where they'd pulled you onto a squashy couch with them and were excitedly looking for clothes and baby toys to spoil the baby with while graciously allowing you to consult on colors and animals you liked.

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For your honey!verse consideration - I always Headcanon that any of the batboys would find out their partner’s pregnant before their partner even knew. They just can’t turn off their detective skills, and especially in a case where they’re actively trying, they’d be tuned in and looking for any clues towards it.

Dick reached over and shut off your alarm first before it went off and tucked the blankets around you before bending down to kiss your temple. He didn't like the fatigue you'd been having. And while he knew it wouldn't do much, 15 or 20 extra minutes of sleep and being eased into the day with a nice hot shower, some breakfast, and a few minutes of being cuddled awake instead of jolted into consciousness would at least make him feel better about it.

He had his suspicions- it wasn't as if it was a shock. As soon as your arm had healed and he was sure you were okay, he'd not been shy about his need to start a family. He'd not been shy about his efforts, either, he reflected, smiling to himself when you snuggle into the warmth of the covers. He'd been getting all the 'practice' in that he could, making use of the fainting couch in your workshop on your lunch break, the truck bed, and almost any other surface he could reasonably get inside you on- it had been like your honeymoon all over again and he'd definitely enjoyed himself. If for no other reason than he got a thrill out of seeing you desperate for him, your long skirt shoved out of his way... Even when it didn't just practice anymore he'd probably have to find a reason to keep it up. At least as long as you wanted it because it was different, for you. He'd had a lot of people in his bed. But when you looked up at him, wanted him closer instead of just deeper, when you murmured his name- It felt like a prayer. Like coming home.

"Dick," you protest, grumbling and hiding your face in his chest, "You shut off my alarm."

"I did," he rumbled, snuggling you, "was gonna start breakfast and your shower before I woke you up."

You make a soft discontented noise and sigh, "Don't want breakfast-" "My cooking isn't THAT bad," he chuckled, stroking your back. "I can manage some eggs and toast."

"Just not hungry," you sigh, "I'm tired. And my head hurts."

"You gotta eat, Honey," Dick said smiling a little. "Got a whole day of making babies ahead of you."

"Dick-"

"What?" he chuckled, "It's hungry work, Honey. Gotta make sure you're up to it."

"You do most of the heavy lifting," you remind him, smudging a kiss against his heart.

"Well yeah," he said, flipping you gently onto your back and stroking down your body, admiring the gooseflesh left by the sudden chill of exposed skin. 'It's the least I could do," he said smirking, "since you're the one who's gotta do the hard part."

You make a soft needy noise and Dick grins. One way or another, he was gonna have a baby with you. Tomorrow he'd push for you to go to the doctor- today he'd content himself with keeping you in this bed for as many rounds of practice as you could take.

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Hello! What happens next in Honey and Dick's story?

"Honey don't you dare," Dick yelped, feeling his heart jump up into his throat when you were going to hop out of the back of your truck.

Only to feel himself feel his pulse pound in his ears when you hop down anyway, going to get the moving dolly to empty out the inventory you'd just bought. "Jesus christ," he breathed, rushing to help you.

"Dick I'm fine-"

"Honey," he protested, "Don't do that. You're gonna get hurt-"

"I didn't put the things in the truck," you tell him. "And I was gonna let you take it out-"

"So what were you doing in the back?" he challenged, kissing the side of your head.

"Taking the rachet ties off," you tell him. "And checking to make sure the mirror didn't crack."

"Promise?" he asked, sliding a hand down to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Stubborn not stupid," you remind, kissing his jaw.

"Do me a favor, huh?" he asked, kissing your nose.

You hum and snuggle into his arms and he hugged you tighter. "Go do something you can do sitting down? Take a little break while I unload the truck?"

"Dick-"

"Give me peace of mind," he chuckled. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw you jump off the tailgate."

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How are honey girl and Dick doing?

"How's the arm?" Bruce asked, watching Dick fuss, putting a drink where you could reach it and propping your feet up before putting a blanket around you deftly.

"Dick I'm fine-"

"Humour me," Dick said softly, kissing your nose. "Does it hurt? Are you hungry, I can-"

"I'm okay," you tell him, brushing hair out of his eyes. "It hurts but it's okay."

Bruce smiles a little watching Dick continue to fuss, tucking the blanket around you tenderly. Still worrying. Checking on you like he's afraid someone is going to take you away from him again. You look drowsy and he knows that at some point, Dick had slipped you a painkiller- afraid that the pain would slow down your healing. So he waited until Dick was satisfied that you were going to stay where he settled you and slipped out to see if his siblings were behaving.

"Where were you even going, in the woods?" Bruce asked, curious.

"Away," you snort. "It had been a while since I'd been that far back but I knew if I made it far enough north I'd find a ranger station. Or if I found a hunting cabin I might find some supplies. They can cure infection but they can't cure dead so when they decided to move me to another location, I figured I'd take my chances."

"Not the worst plan I've ever heard," Bruce said.

"The woods get dense farther back," you tell him, 'And I figured anyone Beauchamp had hired probably wasn't prepared for that."

"They weren't- Hell. We weren't," he admitted. "It was sheer chance Dick found you on the ground- but why-"

"Too much blood loss for me to keep going," you explain. "So I just kinda tucked myself in and tried to get out of the wind. Figured if I could make it to day light, get some rest- I'd be able to make it closer to home."

"Do me a favor?" Dick asked, handing Bruce a mug of coffee and moving your legs off the seat to put them in his lap, "Next time you get kidnapped, don't let them take your phone."

"Where was I supposed to put it?" you snort. "It's not like they didn't look-"

"You need a watch," Dick said frowning.

"You really do," Bruce said, making a mental note to have one made. If something happened to you, Dick would never forgive himself.

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need the sweet reunion and dick telling honey about nightwing in amnesia!verse 😩

"Honey," Dick said softly, gathering you into his arms. Careful of the IV and your injuries, "Before I say anything, I just want to tell you... I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I should have told you everything but I just- I got so caught up in building our life and just kinda... enjoying everything that I was afraid to let it go."

"You don't have another secret wife and a couple kids?"

"No," he chuckled, kissing your head.

"Then I think I can handle it."

Dick exhales slowly, "When Bruce took me in, I was a pretty angry kid," he started. "I watched my parents die. They were murdered, And all I wanted was to avenge them. To kill the man that killed them. And I was gonna do it too. But, Bruce stopped me. Taught me another way."

Only your stillness tells him you're listening. That and the soft kisses you press against his shoulder.

"So he trained me. Taught me to be a fighter and a detective. Let me join his crusade to clean up the streets. He made me his first Robin. Later, during my first attempt to break away, I became Nightwing- this last time I was looking for... something and found my way to you."

"Dick-"

"But that didn't mean- when we started talking about a family. I just- I wanted them to be safe. I wanted you to be safe and happy. So I started cleaning things up. The Area isn't as big as Gotham. I never even THOUGHT I'd get you hurt. I never dreamed you cracked a case open that wide."

He held you closer and kissed your head, "I forgot how fucking smart you are for a second. I was so busy punching shit and working my frustrations out on dirt bags I forgot how to be an actual detective for a minute."

"So you're telling me you've been hiding out here-"

"Yes," he admitted. "I never thought I'd fall in love. Want a family. Love running around in filthy barns and running down backroads in a truck with the windows down."

"I love you," you tell him, "Whatever your past- I want the life we're trying to build I want-"

And when he kisses you, all you can do is kiss him back. Listening to everything he didn't know how to say to you.