They both knew how to hit - fire and icy temper, and they hit hard. At least the friendship would end with a bang instead of a whimper, Maria thought with grim humor. It just wouldn't seem right to have a friendship that started on the roofs and bars of Gotham end with vague plans to meet sometime, when they weren't busy.
Bruce hit harder, knocking the wind out of her by claiming her as that most terrifying word, family. And staring at him, pale and suddenly with a line of sweat down her back, she said with low terror, "I never asked to be family." She didn't particularly want to be part of a family. She wondered if it counted, if she wasn't close to anyone else but them - except Dick now, apparently. And Connor had always been one of her better agents. She felt the argument go up in flames around her. No matter what she wanted or thought she deserved, he was right. He didn't let people close, and yet the whole reason she felt bad was because she was close to them.
Then Dinah simply clawed her apart. She should probably fight back, probably hate that they were coming at her from both sides and slapping her down. Except they were both right, but mostly Dinah. Closing her eyes, she propped her head on her knees, and raked her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry," she said softly, but distinctly. "You're right - you both are -" she said, lifting her head to look between them. "And I'm out of line.
"I am happy that you're happy. Truly." When they hadn't been ganging up on her, they'd been happy, and they both deserved happiness; she'd thought so at their wedding, and that was still true. There was, however, the caveat, that was true no matter how much else everything else was true; she didn't see how it could be otherwise. "You two are going to be parents. Parents to a baby," because that was an important distinction to make with them. "That's going to change things with you. I don't see how you'll have time or energy to be around someone who wants nothing to do with who will be the most important person in your world. Even someone you used to be close to."
Parents focused on their baby - or at least, that was what was supposed to happen, and she couldn't imagine either of them as a bad parent. Dinah was too innately good and Bruce was simply the best at whatever he wanted to do. Sure, they could claim her as family now, but they'd drift apart due to her own lack of interest in their small offspring.
Logic cooled her, and even felt like a balm, like it hurt less to just say it aloud and be done with it. She didn't look at Dinah, she was staring at the scotch again, pressing a thumb over her knuckles, working them, but an honest smile flicked on her mouth. "January's okay," she said softly. "You don't get lumped in with a holiday." Not that she thought about it, much, but that didn't mean it wasn't true.