Bruce only stared, blinked slowly. She may not know how much he knew about her past, but he did, and it made no difference to him now. "There isn't a single person in my life whom I consider family that I chose. Not Dinah, not Dick, and not you. You don't pick your family." Not those born to you, and not anyone else. There was no other explanation for how he'd ended up with so many people in his life. "They find you, before you realize they're there, and then there's no getting rid of them. Believe me, I've tried."
He'd tried, too. More than once, and the boundlessness of their forgiveness never ceased to amaze him. More than that, when they had tried to push him away, his own refusal to be pushed amazed him. You didn't choose them. And they didn't choose you. Family just was.
Maria broke, and Bruce relaxed a little, even as they moved from one form of nonsense into another. At least it was a problem he could address head on with logic. He shared a look with Dinah. "I imagine it will change a great many things," he agreed. It already was having an effect on them. "But we'll manage. I, for one, don't sleep much." His mouth twitched. "And I may not be the most social of creatures, but Dinah is, and if you think we're going to spend all of our free time with just one another and an infant for company, you're crazy.
"We're not asking you to babysit." Bruce got up, took the bottle and refilled Maria's drink for her, then refilled Dinah's and his own without mention of sugar content, or the fact that he'd watered her's down just a tad. "We're not asking you to be her godmother, we're not even asking you to hold her. Our lives don't revolve around our children, current or future." He jabbed a finger her direction. "And you should know that by now. I intend to be a good father, but I'm not only a father." He glanced at Dinah before he could help himself, and he wondered if he were seeking some sort of approval. It made him scowl.