"Wayne," Bruce answers his phone with a tap to the speaker button and goes about his business.

"Mr. Wayne? This is Rebecca Harrison, Maya's kindergarten teacher," the woman's voice is young and shaky. Bruce smothers a laugh; the young teacher is clearly terrified to talk with him. His reputation precedes him apparently.

"Hi Ms. Harrison, what's wrong?" He dries the dish in his hands and sets it on the counter before picking up the next one.

There's a brief pause and then, "I didn't really want to bother you, but Maya. She's been acting up and we have to ask you or your wife to come pick her up for the rest of the day."

"What?" Bruce snaps, surprised. Maya isn't a trouble child. Sure she's headstrong and stubborn, but look at who her parents are.

"I'm sorry! She just...we can't let her stay here today. I'll be happy to explain why when you get here," Rebecca Harrison chatters away nervously.

Her tone makes Bruce chuckle a bit. Everyone thinks they have to be scared of Bruce Wayne, when it's really Diana Prince-Wayne that they should be frightened of. Bruce doesn't even want to think about her reaction to their daughter's technical suspension.

He finishes the call with Maya's teacher, promising to be at the school before the hour is up and heads off to find Diana. She'll probably be in their shared office.

Since they'd gotten married, Diana had taken a prominent position in Wayne Enterprises, helping Bruce smooth situations where some of his rough edges chafed the board. Truthfully, she was much more adept at handling the board than he was, so Bruce was happy to give her as much responsibility as she wanted.

It was nice, having someone who knew, and loved, all aspects of his personality.

"Di?" He nudges the door to their office open. His wife is bent over her desk, absently scratching at her head.

He smiles when he realizes she's oblivious to his presence. It happens so rarely, he takes the opportunity to sneak up behind her and press a kiss to the exposed nape of her neck.

Her hand reaches up and grabs at his ear. Bruce recoils, yelping in pain, "Fuck, Diana! My ear!"

Diana whirls around in the chair, mouth open and eyebrows raised, "Oh! Bruce! I am so sorry!"

He winces and she stands slowly, one hand bracing her swollen stomach. He smiles at her, "no harm done, princess."

She still furrows her brow and cups his cheek, "That is what you get for sneaking up on me, my love."

He laughs as she leans up on tiptoes and presses a kiss to his stubbled cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"It's not sneaking when I called your name before I came into the room," Bruce counters, his hand automatically finding Diana's stomach and rubbing circles over where their second child is growing. It's his favorite thing to do, and Diana doesn't mind since his touch calms the restless baby.

Diana wrinkles her nose, "I did not hear you. I was so captivated by Mr. Fox's notes for Wayne Enterprises R&D."

She beams and turns away from Bruce to grab a sheaf of papers off of the desk, brandishing them in the air, "You have to look at this! I think I can figure out a way to save millions and then we can put that into our charitable organizations."

Bruce grins at her enthusiasm, upset that he'll have to burst her bubble. "Diana, I can't wait to hear all about this, but we do have something that is more pressing."

"What?" Diana's eyes snap up to meet his and she furrows her brow. "It is not League business because I," she frowns, "am on maternity leave."

"No," Bruce shakes his head, "not League business. Maya business."

Diana groans, "Maya business is never good business. What has that little diavoli done now?"

Shaking his head at Diana's favored nickname for their daughter, little devil, Bruce says, "She was suspended. We have to go pick her up."

"Suspended?" Diana exclaims, her hands balling into fists. "My daughter? She is only five, Bruce! How do they suspend a child?"

Before Bruce can answer, Diana is stomping off, muttering Greek curses to herself. Bruce follows, afraid of the hell storm his angry, pregnant wife will rain down on a poor, unsuspecting kindergarten teacher.


Diana has calmed down, marginally; by the time they reach the kindergarten classroom. Her hands aren't balled into fists anymore, but her eyebrows are still drawn together angrily. Even Bruce's hand on her lower back, rubbing small circles, isn't enough to calm her further.

"Remember, we don't know what actually happened," Bruce reminds his wife. They both have short tempers, but Diana is a fierce mama bear and any perceived slight to her child is practically a death sentence. Her quest for justice extends to their daughter as well.

"What happened is my daughter got in trouble," Diana returns, "She is not going to be suspended."

And with that, Diana marches into Maya's classroom. Bruce follows.

The classroom is empty save for Maya and her teacher. At the sound of Bruce's footfalls (Diana's, even with the added pregnancy weight, are silent.), Maya looks up from her desk. She beams, her dark eyes lighting up, "Mama! Daddy!"

She bolts up from her desk and sprints for Bruce. He catches her easily before she can ram headfirst into his knees, lifting her through the air to settle on his hip. "Hi, Maya," he says, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Maya loops her skinny arms around his neck and hugs tightly.

Diana smiles slightly at the display; she's always loved watching Bruce be a father. It suits him.

Ms. Harrison clears her throat, "Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne..."

"Prince-Wayne," Diana corrects sharply, causing Bruce to muffle a smirk. Maya buries her head into his neck and whispers, "Mama's mad, huh?"

Bruce chuckles, "A little bit."

Maya's eyes widen, she's seen what Diana's like when she's mad and the little girl almost feels bad for her teacher.

"Yes, yes, of course," Ms. Harrison stammers, her eyes wide in the presence of the Amazonian Princess. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Prince-Wayne. If you wouldn't mind sitting down? I can explain."

"I would rather stand," Diana says icily. Bruce sits in one of the kindergartener-sized chairs, Maya resting on his lap. She plays with the buttons on his shirt.

Bruce rests a hand on Diana's hip and she looks down at him. A silent conversation ensues and Diana relents, sinking down to sit on top of one of the desks in a compromise. Ms. Harrison looks a little calmer.

"Could you tell us why Maya's in trouble?" Bruce says calmly.

"Well, to be honest, Mr. Wayne, it's been going on for a few weeks now," Ms. Harrison starts. "She and one of the other students have been getting into little verbal spats."

"Verbal spats?" Bruce repeats, one eyebrow raised. He knows Maya has a mouth on her; she'd come by it naturally.

"One of the little girls in Maya's group was being bullied," the teacher says and Bruce and Diana share A Look, knowing exactly where this story is going. "And it escalated this morning to the point where Maya punched the little boy in the face."

"Oh Maya," Diana frowns, "Ah sto diavolo." She curses in Greek.

Bruce shakes his head, "Maya. I thought we talked about this."

"But Daddy!" Maya pouts, looking extraordinarily like her mother. "You always say justice is 'portant!"

She mangles the word 'justice' but Bruce can't deny that he has said that. Maya's not aware of her mother and father's alter egos, but they have tried to instill a sense of morals and justice in her.

Apparently it worked too well.

"Justice comes in different forms," Bruce murmurs to the little girl.

"Yes, that's another problem," Ms. Harrison sighs, "Maya is really very hung up on the idea of justice. We love that she's standing up for her friends, but the verbal taunts and physical violence are really not acceptable."

Diana pinches the bridge of her nose, "So, let me get this straight? My daughter is being punished for standing up for herself and others. Is that what you want to teach young children? That they should let themselves and their peers be bullied? That is not justice!"

Maya bounces on Bruce's lap, "Yeah, Mama! No trouble for me!"

Diana turns to Maya and shushes her gently. Maya wrinkles her nose, but curls up against Bruce's chest.

Bruce can see the frustrated look forming on Rebecca Harrison's face and intercedes, "Ms. Harrison, believe us when I say that we do not advocate solving personal problems with violence."

It's a struggle, but he manages to say that with a straight face. He doesn't quite know how he does it.

"We will have a conversation with Maya about using polite words and diplomacy to solve her fights," he continues, ignoring Diana, who is ready to fight the teacher, still.

"I think we would all appreciate that, Mr. Wayne," Ms. Harrison sighs. "Maya will be welcomed back to school tomorrow, but we would like for her to go home this afternoon and write an apology note to Jared."

Maya pouts and mumbles, "don't wanna," into Bruce's chest. Bruce pats her bottom in a light warning.

"Maya will write the note," Bruce confirms. "My wife and I will help her."

He looks to Diana for confirmation and she nods reluctantly.

"Yes, you will have your note tomorrow," Diana holds her hand out for Maya's and the little girl complies. "Now, if that is all, we will be leaving."

Maya hops down from Bruce's lap and follows her mother out of the classroom, leaving Bruce in their dust. He shakes his head and rises from the chair.

"Ms. Harrison," Bruce holds out his hand to shake the young woman's, "I'd say it's been a pleasure, but..." He trails off, shrugs, smirks.

"Please don't take offense, Mr. Wayne," the young redhead sighs, looking weary, "but your wife is terrifying."

"Oh, Ms. Harrison," Bruce smirks, thinking about Diana's ferocity in war and in the boardroom, "you don't know the half of it."


A/N: I love baby!fic. I have one more of these written and a handful of ideas waiting to be written. Let me know what you think and if you want to see more/have prompts for me.