"The baby will be younger than any he's had to deal with," Babs said of Alfred, but she nodded. "Even Bruce. But I don't doubt he'll be up to the challenge. He's so excited, he's likely to take the parenting classes with Bruce and Dinah."
Babs laughed, and knew, could see in Dick's face, that he was afraid of the idea that Bruce wouldn't be... Bruce, forever. They would be lucky to have him around long enough to be old, let alone not end up with some sort of physical or even mental damage, given the amount of stress he put on his body and head. "He has enough experience with that, at least," she agreed, giving him the space he needed from the future and whatever it may bring.
Again, she was reminded of how beautiful he was. That quick flash of pleasure that made her happy to see, and feel proud to have inspired. It was hard to deny him, not just the physical, how he looked and how he made her feel, but also his brilliance, and joy for a life that had not been easy. "Well," she drawled then, considering. "You'd be rather debonair with hair dye and a cane of some sort. Maybe a little white around the temples." She ran her fingers through his hair, just above his left ear, her smile soft. "I guess that's worth holding onto for a few years."
His silence betrayed his discomfort, and now she really didn't know what to say. Babs looked at him over her food, wondering what he was thinking, what he wanted, and what he needed. She took the last bite of her dinner and pushed her plate forward. "It can wait," she said, deciding to take advantage of their time while she had him. She was a lot like Bruce, but she had never wanted to be him. "I've got something here that's much more important right now." Her hand curled into his, fingers twining. "That cheesecake." A twinkle playfully lit her eyes.