Zoe's hand lifted on instinct to brush fingers through his hair. Jesse was someone she could touch without feeling like she was letting the world know her biggest secret - she was just a woman who wanted to be looked after sometimes. She looked down at him finally.
"Went in for a check up. Alfred schedules them regularly enough. I might have a cowboy god at my beckon call, but you know Alfred." Her hand rested on Jesse's shoulder and squeezed.
"Something wasn't right. Went in for more tests. I didn't know how I should tell you or if I should. We'd never talked about having children, and I don't know that I'd want to have any here. Not now." She was the Bat after all. The Bat didn't have children; it just didn't work. Or she didn't think it would.