Gordon pulled up to the Wayne manor gates. The gates swung open automatically. Alfred was expecting them.

"dad pull around the side of the house" Barbara told Jim, still cradling Bruce Wayne's head to her chest.

This all was surreal to Jim. His daughter was batgirl. And batgirl was in love with batman. And batman was Bruce Wayne. He was trying to process too much information at one time.

As he pulled around the side of the house he saw the Wayne butler. He stopped right next to where the butler was standing and jumped out of the car. Barbara also jumped from the car.

"Alfred, he was shot twice" Barbara said as Jim and her grabbed a hold of Bruce by his armpits. They started making their way into the house through the side door. Alfred was leading the way.

Bruce started to groan at the pain as he was being dragged.

Alfred closed the door behind them and lead them into one of the sitting rooms. He pointed towards the couch indicating that Barbara and Jim should put Bruce there.

"Miss Gordon put him there and start taking off his armor." Alfred instructed as he started getting medical tools together.

Jim helped Barbara set Bruce on the couch. She took off her mask, tossing it to the ground.

Jim watched as Barbara clasped the back of the cowl and pulled it straight off of Bruce's head. His eyes were closed and his hair was matted down on his head with sweat. His lips were in a thin line, pressed together in pain.

"sorry Bruce, I need to roll you a bit" Barbara instructed the half conscious man laying on the couch. She started to roll him away from her. He grunted in pain. Barbara reached behind his neck and pressed a series of parts that released the tightness of the chest armor.

"dad help me get his gloves and arm guards off" Barbara said turning to Jim who was standing there in a daze. Jim reached for his right glove and started to pull it off. It came away easily, Jim placed it on the table next to the sofa. He reached for the arm guards, being careful of the deadly blades pointing from the sides. Once his arms were free Barbara removed the chest armor.

Jim stood there in shock. With the exception of the two bullet wounds, Bruce Wayne's chest was a maze of scars and bruising.

"Alfred were ready" Barbara said lifting Bruce's head and placing it in her lap. His eyes flew open.

"master Wayne, if I may say so it was very unwise of you to step in front of two bullets" Alfred said as he set to work on Bruce.

Jim stood to the side of the couch observing. All he kept seeing was Bruce Wayne sitting in the police station around years ago, clutching his fathers coat like it was his last life line. And on top of that he kept seeing Barbara terrified sitting on his couch after her parents had passed. And through all of this both of those orphaned children found each other and were fighting the very thing that orphaned them in the first place together. Crime.

"Ahh" Bruce exclaimed as the first bullet was pulled from his chest.

"Miss Gordon please start suturing that wound it didn't hit anything major" Alfred said dropping the bullet into a tray.

Barbara, who had been squeamish at the littlest bit of blood when she was younger, started sewing up Bruce.

"Who shot him?" Jim dared ask

"some thugs, Bruce and I were arguing and they snuck up on me" Barbara said looking into her fathers eyes then turning back to Bruce's deep chocolate brown ones "they shot at me but he jumped in front of me" she said stroking his head.

Bruce grunted again as Alfred pulled the other bullet from him and started to sew him up

"Well master Wayne looks like you got lucky" Alfred said

"Lucky?" he asked speaking for the first time since he was in the car.

"The last one missed your heart by not even an inch, it got lodged between your ribs" Alfred said as he taped down gauze on Bruce's wounds.

"you're an idiot" Barbara told him as Bruce sat up slightly

"I'm an idiot? I can't believe you that you didn't tell me until we were out tonight," Bruce said in a quietly raised voice.

Jim was standing there just as confused as Alfred.

"I was going to tell you before we left tonight but I got distracted" Barbara said looking down at her hands.

Bruce watched her carefully. She literally dodged a bullet.

"You shouldn't have jumped in front of that bullet" Barbara said

"And risk the chance of the woman I love and our unborn child getting hit with it?" Bruce said incredulously.

Jim gulped. Barbara was pregnant. And Bruce Wayne was the father

a/n hey sorry I haven't updated I really have a bad habit of not finishing stories and I was looking for Babs and Bruce romances and I remembered I started this one idk if ill add more, idk where to go with this.