He wasn't going to miss this. He had promised her he would be there, and nothing (almost nothing) would prevent him from being there, even if he had to drive across the city, just to bring her right back into it. If it made Dinah feel better, he would do it. It was going to be a long night, and the only thing he was confident about was that it was his job to be supportive.
Thankfully, they had Alfred. By the time Bruce arrive, changed, and reached Dinah, it was difficult to focus on all the other things that had to be done, or that they needed. Alfred had packed for them a few weeks ago, and both he and Dinah had unpacked and repacked, only to have Alfred do the whole thing over for them afterward. All three of them knew the best routes to the hospital by heart, and even had contingency plans for entering through the back door to avoid alerting the press. Someone would leak the news eventually, in spite of the private room he'd arranged, and the gag order. but the longer they could put it off, the better.
All of this lined up in his head, along with all the people Alfred had to call once Bruce and Dinah were safely ensconced in a room, but just as he opened his mouth to ask if he remembered everything, the man was already in motion.
Kissing Dinah, he lingered anxiously, delaying what could never be delayed. "I know. I didn't know if I had time to shower." Bruce put his hand on her stomach, as much to comfort as to assess. Frowning, he looking down at his pants, then straightened, tugging at the waistband and extending a leg to examine the constricting fit. "I thought they felt tight," he murmured. Then shrugged. If there wasn't time to shower, there wasn't time for him to run up and change.
It was too late for Alfred to do anything about it, either. He was already back, passing off shoes, getting coats, and taking luggage to the car. The contraction that ripped through Dinah grabbed Bruce's attention and he tightened his grip on her hand, feeling helpless.
Getting her shoes, he captured her chin and kissed her quickly and fiercely. "You're beautiful," he said. Making quick work of her socks and shoes, he helped her to her feet and to the door where Alfred waited with their coats.
Seeing the Bentley, Bruce faltered. "Alfred, one of the sports-"
"No." Alfred had the keys in hand and a determined look on his face. "No, Master Bruce, I will insist that you get Mrs. Dinah into this car this instant. I will drive you, quickly and safely, to the hospital, in a car safe for a woman in labor to be in." His tone softened, though not his expression. "Your place is with her, sir."
The impulse to argue was strong, but he fought it back, helping Dinah down the steps and into the backseat. "Step on it," he grumbled.