"You're five weeks pregnant." He said deadpan. She slowly sat down and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm glad you're taking this so well." He sarcastically added.
"How am I going...will they use this against me?"
"Most likely yes." He quietly answered as he sat across from her. "I suggest you tell John now so that he knows. Most likely he'll have to testify on your behalf to confirm what you say."
"I will tell him, when I'm ready. I have to let this sink in too you know?" She bit her lip as she was in deep thought.
She was happy, truly she was very happy. Yet the timing couldn't be any worse. She desired to have a child but right now just wasn't the desired time.
She swallowed. "What kind of mother can I possibly be? I shouldn't be allowed to have a goldfish let alone a child."
"You wanted a child didn't you?" He asked her.
"Yes but that doesn't mean I know how to raise one and the timing isn't that great either." She stated and then muttered. "Why me, better yet, why now?"
"Shayera I want to know something. Did you suspecting that you were pregnant play any role in you asking John to get married?"
"Somewhat, the possibility just got me thinking. The proper Earth protocol is to be married first and then have children. I didn't know for sure then and I wanted to get married before I found out."
"You're burying yourself in a deep hole right now." Bruce stared at her as she nervously looked back. "If you want my help, you'll have to tell me everything and I mean /everything/."
"I answered your questions truthfully."
"The easy questions you answer without a second thought. When it came to more personal things in your life, you started to shut the doors. You need to let me in. Or will I have to go to John and ask him about your life?"
"He doesn't know anything about my life on Thanagar or in Fate's Tower. All he knows is that I'm Shayera Hol, former Hawkgirl, and disgraced lieutenant stripped of her rank and honor."
"Do you feel that's wise?" He asked her sincerely.
"No," She admitted. "It's not right but I don't know if I can trust him with stuff like this and I don't think he'll understand either. My life isn't some fairytale Bruce. Heck even nightmares wouldn't begin to explain what I've been through. I did things, horrible things...there's a reason why I became a lieutenant of the Thanagarian Empire after all. They just didn't see me and decide to give it to me because I looked cute."
"You're afraid of and haunted by your past. That's why you can't talk about it. When you want to we will." He understood. Since he was eight, he understood people like her. Dark pasts weren't something people shared lightly with others, especially a marred military past.
"Bruce I just have one question." He gave her a curt nod. "How can I have that human choranic gama-whatever it is be in me if I'm not human?"
"Human chorionic gonadotropin," Bruce corrected her. "Thanagarian and human DNA is nearly interchangeable save for a few extra genomes in the Thanagarian side. For you it would be called tCG or Thanagarian chorionic gonadotropin. It gives off the same secretion as hCG. It's the same hormone, just a different name for a different species."
"How do you know that about my DNA?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Remember that fight against Sinestro where you split your head open when he knocked you to the concrete?" She nodded. "DNA is in blood."
"You took a sample of my blood off the ground?" She asked in anger as she traced the faint scar, on her hairline, with her finger. "Why did you do that?"
"I wanted to see if Thanagarian and human DNA were truly compatible to make a child."
"Well I didn't know that before, thanks for the knowledge." She sarcastically retorted. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Sorry I'm just a little moody."
"Also you better hope that you never need a blood transfusion," He said. "Human blood is incompatible with Thanagarian blood. Unless your child has your special blood type, instead of a human's, than you have no living blood donors. The same goes for organs."
"Fantastic," She grumbled as she stood up. She decided to cut to the chase. "So are you going to help me or not?"
"I'll try to help but Bruce Wayne will only be able to do so much without it becoming illegal. He's not a lawyer after all, just a rich playboy billionaire."
"Thank you Bruce for helping me." She began to walk towards the staircase.
"Shayera," He called to her and she silently turned around. "If you don't mind me asking, what made you think that you were pregnant?"
Shayera expression softened as she spoke. "Lately I've been too tired to get up to watch the sunrise. The major thing that clued me in though was when John got me Chinese takeout a week ago. I got sick while eating eel heads."