'Unconventional,' was one way to describe Bruce's children, both adopted and not. Babs gave a little laugh. "I think you two manage as well as you do because you're both 'unconventional'," she charged. It would have taken a very special kind of kid to keep up with Bruce at such an early age, and for so long. "I don't know that he even can be conventional, but he will have to start with the basics. The kids going to grow up in a family of vigilante superheroes, but he'll still need his diapers changed." She was taking it for granted that it would be a boy, but the odds seemed to favor it.
The thought of Bruce not being there, even no longer being able to be Batman, wasn't something she was comfortable with either, but it was a reality, one way or another. Babs had a tendency to lean, maybe not toward pessimism, but toward realism, which was often just as depressing. Maybe she did believe that Bruce could live that long, but she also knew the risks he took. "He puts a lot of stress on his body," she mused quietly. It was a miracle he was in as good shape as he was now. In 21 years? Babs shook her head. A smiled formed, quickly masking itself with a smirk. They were wading into waters they'd largely tiptoed around. "Hell no, fly boy. One sign of gray and I'm moving on." Nevermind that she'd only had one other lover in her life.
She took his suggestion about the beef tips and found them just as tender as promised. "I'm just anticipating," she defended her longing glance toward the desert. "They're going to have to learn how to, but it's not going to change who they are. Now they just have something more worth fighting for, right? Really though, whatever they do, the baby is just going to think it's normal."
Watching him eat, she thought about those waters, and thought about broaching the subject, but didn't. Things were good with them, and they'd hadn't always been. Part of her was nervous about rocking the boat. But then she thought about what might've been, and what could be, and she wondered if he thought about it, too. She understood why Dinah hadn't wanted to marry, but she'd also understood, to some extent, why she had.