"Oi, Jason!" Damian hollered across the cave. He took two strides and then somersaulted through the air to where Jason stood by the side of the Batcomputer. "What'ya want, D-man?"
"So. I was thinking about you and Dick."
"I hope you mean Grayson, because otherwise I am your brother Damian and that is pretty weird." Jason ruffled Damian's hair.
"Don't do that," Damian scorned, slapping Jason's hand away. "Shut up. I was comparing the two of you, and it came to my attention that when you became Robin, you dyed your luscious ginger locks black to look more like him."
"I cannot disagree with you there," Jason placed his hand on Damian's shoulder. "But I hate to break it to you bro, I already know this. I was there."
"Shut up! Why have you kept it black since? Don't make a stupid 'die/dye' pun." Silently, the Batcomputer chair swiveled around to reveal Barbara. Jason lost his grip on the back of the chair, and promptly fell onto the floor. "He's too emo to be ginger." Barbara interrupted, cleaning her glasses. "Apparently, you 'can't be a My Chemical Romance fan without black hair'." She made quote signs in the air with her fingers. "Nobody would look at him and think 'oooh, edgy'.". Damian laughed as Jason stood up. "Actually, I do have a reason. I wanted to put a picture of Roy and me having a snog in our flat, but if we both had ginger hair of separate tones it would clash and not look as good. So for love. In your face, Barbara Gordon." He sassily clicked his fingers four times in a 'z' shape, and stormed out of the cave to Wayne Manor.

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"Tim. Tim. Tim." Dick whispered to his brother across the hallway and pulled him into a bedroom. "Why are you whispering? Is there something goin-" Dick put a finger to Tim's lips. "Ssshhhhh." Dick moved across and sat on the bed. "It's a secret. You better not tell anyone, coz if you do, I will personally shove my hand down your throat and pull out your tonsils."
"Wow, thanks for that image. Although I don't think your hand would need to go down my throat to reach my tonsils."
"Nerd. Okay, so it's not gonna be for a while yet, but I'm telling you first because you're my best friend and the nicest Batchild. Prepare yourself... me and Koriand'r are getting married, and I want you to be my best man." A look of combined shock and pleasure appeared on Tim's face. "Wow Dick, congrats! Thank you, that's amazing! What are the details of the wedding?"
"We've not really worked much out yet, I only proposed yesterday. From what I know, we've got as far as it's going to be on the Watchtower and Martian Manhunter will be the minister."
"Awesome. So what's the dress code? Literal suits, or superhero suits?"
"I just told you, I don't know. Don't tell anyone." Dick rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving Tim stood in disbelief.

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"Come here Dick Grayson." Starfire beckoned him towards the end of the corridor. He went in to kiss her, but she pushed him away. "There is something important I must tell you."
"Oh." Dick stopped. "Is it about the wedding? What's the matter? Do we have to rent out the Watchtower? Will J'onn be on his yearly trip to Mars? We've not even chosen a date, how does he know th-" Koriand'r interrupted him. "It's not about the wedding. The wedding will be perfect. This is something else."
"Then what is it?" Dick rushed, worrying. "Have we got to go on an undercover mission for the next six months? Has Gotham suddenly beco-"
"Dick, stop." Agitation began to appear on Koriand'r's face. "It's not even necessarily a bad thing. Calm down. I need you to think rationally about this."
"Think rationally about what? I can't think rationally about something unless you tell me what it is that I'm supposed to be thinking rationally about."
"Dick, you're not thinking rationally."
"Thanks."
"This is a big thing, and I need us to make the right decision about it. That might take some time, so don't rush it."
"Then tell me what it is!"
"Dick...

I'm pregnant."