seer.

Roy, sitting on a supply crate, twirled an arrow in his hand. "What's up with Bruce? He's been less bat-like and more human like lately."

"Absolutely," Wally agreed. "I saw him smiling. He absolutely hated me."

Dick shrugged. "I don't know, he's in a good mood."

"And your mom looks different too," Wally continued. "More... radiant. I don't know how to explain that."

"That's true, she's different," Roy commented, following Wally. "I mean, she's pretty as usual, but I don't know."

"Yeah yeah, that's not what I mean, Dick's mom is still hot" Wally commented lightly while eating another candy

Dick slowly turned his chair around to look at him, one eyebrow raised. “Really, Wally?”

"What? That's a compliment!" the speedster shrugged. "Besides, you know I mean it with respect."

"It's always with respect," Roy clarified, smiling slightly.

Wally was about to defend himself, but he suddenly froze, frowning as if something had clicked in his head. “Wait a second… did your mom dye her hair?”

"What? Of course not, Wally," Dick replied, turning slightly in his chair to look at him.

"So... why does she look different?" the red-haired speedster insisted, snapping his fingers. "I don't know, there's something..."

"I told you he looked different," Roy added, leaning his elbow on the supply crate. "But it's not the hair, it's something else."

“Exactly!” Wally said, pointing at it. “It's like… stunning”

Dick blinked. “stunning?”

"Yeah, like he's happy about something really big… "Wally thought for a second "! I know! Bruce planned a couple's vacation away from you."

Dick looked at him with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Of course, because all Bruce and my mom ever dream of is running away from me."

"Hey, don't rule it out," Wally replied with a mischievous grin. "Imagine them on a tropical beach, sipping cocktails under umbrellas..."

"And your mom in a thight swimsuit," Roy added with a laugh. "What a good life... Oliver missed a big catch."

Dick gave a dry laugh. "Stop creating situations with my mom in your minds, it's disgusting..."

"Okay, okay," Wally said, raising his hands. "No swimsuits, I promise."

"But something's up," Roy insisted, leaning against the box. "It doesn't matter what, but let him continue, it feels good."

Dick raised an eyebrow. “Different” doesn’t automatically mean something suspicious.”

"Of course!" Wally replied, turning on his heel. "Bruce's more relaxed, your mom's more... stunning, happy... And Alfred's walking around with that smile."

And as if they were calling him, Alfred entered the cave followed by Bruce.

"What did you do? Seriously, tell us," Wally asked immediately, narrowing his eyes as if he were about to uncover a plot.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, impeccable as ever. “The truth about what, Mr. West?”

"No, seriously," Roy chimed in. "Why do they seem…?" He gestured with his hands, searching for the word. "Happy?"

Bruce walked past, completely ignoring the interrogation, and turned to the Batcomputer. "We don't have time for nonsense. There's work to be done."

"Aha," Wally muttered, crossing his arms. "Just what someone hiding a vacation in the Maldives would say."

Dick covered his face with his hand. “Maybe everyone just slept well for once,” Dick muttered, exasperated.

The cave door opened with a soft metallic creak. The echo of firm footsteps spread throughout the room, gradually fading away the voices.

"What are my boys up to today?" you asked casually as you walked down the last staircase, ignoring the immediate tension that filled the air.

"Nothing..." Roy answered, too quickly.

Wally, on the other hand, smiled and ran over to you, like he always did since he was a kid. “Look who’s coming!” He greeted you with a quick hug before stepping back and looking you up and down. “Wait…”

His brow furrowed. Everyone stood still. “Why your…” He narrowed his eyes, then took a step forward as if he was seeing something the others weren’t. “Did you…?”

It went without saying. Her eyes widened as if she'd just witnessed the most tragic ending to a movie. "It can't be!" she finally blurted out, clutching her head. "Are you... pregnant?"

The silence that followed was broken only by Roy, who smiled calmly. "Congrats, Mrs. Wayne!"

Wally, on the other hand, took a step back, clutching his chest as if he'd been stabbed. "No... no way. I thought... I thought I was your favorite boy."

Dick looked at him in disbelief at his words, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Wally, really?"

—Wally… —you tried to say, but he was already looking at Bruce as if the bat had destroyed his world.

"You? YOU!?" he pointed at him dramatically. "I can't believe this, absolute betrayal." She turned to look at Dick. "Why did your dad do that?!"

Roy was holding back his laughter, and Dick was already covering his face to hide the fact that he was laughing too.

Bruce just put his arm around your waist and said calmly, "He'll get over it."