Bruce raised his hands, showing he hand nothing and didn't bother carrying anything either. He was pretty deadly all on his own without the aid of a knife. His eyes dropped to her belly, the small bump barely visible beneath her shirt and the hand gently rubbing the cloth. There was no doubt the woman was pregnant and sadly, no doubt Bruce was the father. Selina was going to be upset, but it didn't matter. Bruce could not turn his back on his prosperity and his responsibility. He did not love Taila as he loved his kitty cat, but he loved the child. He knew what it was like to grow up parentless and Bruce would never put a child through such a horrible experience no matter how he detested the mother.
"Nice to know you still have a knife waiting to be plunged into my back..." He trailed off and shut the door behind him. "How far along are you, Talia?" He sank into a chair opposite her and leaned forward, hands folded in front of him.