She wasn't sure what he thought he was going to assess from the outside at this point. There was still a baby in there, lower now though. Other than that, Dinah wasn't about to take his medical opinion on the matter-- or anyone's medical opinion who hadn't actually attended some form of medical school. "That'll teach him to leave his laundry." Dinah muttered as to Dick's pants, and gently batted Bruce away when he retreated from the kiss. It was likely one of the last times he'd be able to get away with it when she wouldn't already have her attention elsewhere. This was the start-- and was probably the last quiet moment they'd have until it was over-- however many hours later that would be. The horror stories of long labors all came back to mind-- but they weren't going to do anyone any good either. And there'd be plenty of time to stew on that once they were actually at the hospital.
She climbed to her feet with no small amount of effort, and wobbled a little but held onto Bruce's arm-- until he tried to argue with Alfred. She rolled her eyes (he didn't really think he was going to drive her to the hospital in a sportscar did he? Did he know how low those were? How impossible it would be for her to get back out? How expensive those leather interiors were?) and let them sort it out among themselves while she made a bee-line (a very slow bee-line) for the back seat. She managed to crawl in head first with Bruce's help, and waited for him to get in along with her, though she raised an eyebrow at him once he finally climbed in, smirking, and gestured to the passenger seat.
"If you're going to backseat drive then by all means do it from the front seat. I've kinda got a lot going on back here." She teased before tightening her grip on the edge of the seat, her face screwed up in pain. This labor stuff was definitely not for the faint of heart.