Thomas Wayne was a man who was fairly good at handling himself under pressure, he was a surgeon and a businessman after all, not just that but best at both of those fields. He had saved a great many lives as a doctor and had added to his already impressive family fortune as well. He had passed each and every exam since he was a child with flying colors, wowing both teachers and fellow students, and he had passed those exams with pure ease. Getting his driver's license didn't bother him, nor did getting a job. No, the only things that had ever made him feel nervous were related to his wife.

The first time was when he had asked her out on a date, before her he could have easily gotten any girl with his words alone but she came along and he was unable to speak and needed an entire week to build up the courage to ask her out. Things had slowly gotten better and better from there and eventually he experienced his second memorable moment of nervousness and asked her to marry him, he was glad beyond words when she had actually said yes.

Right now, Thomas Wayne, was more nervous than he had ever been before. The reason why is because he was sitting in the waiting area while his wife was giving birth in the next room, he kept glancing at the doors. Waiting for news, hoping for it to happen as quickly as possible so the wait would stop torturing him. He didn't know if his wife would gift him with a boy or a girl, she had told him that she didn't want to know, that she was happy to be surprised by either.

"It will be alright sir." Alfred Pennyworth's voice brought Thomas out of his thoughts. Alfred Pennyworth, the loyal Wayne family butler, driver, house keeper and friend, spoke as he patted Thomas's shoulder. "Your wife is a strong woman, have faith that everything will be alright."

Thomas was grateful for his friend's words, he truly was, but right now he was far too stressed to respond. He shook his head and ran a hand through his perfect combed hair as he sighed. A few moments later he felt he was finally ready to say something and was about to when suddenly a nurse walked up to him.

"Mr Wayne." The nurse said as Thomas and Alfred stood up.

"How's my wife?!" Thomas asked quickly. "Is she alright? Is she...

"She is perfectly fine," The nurse cut him off before he could get even more worried, she gave him a bright smile. "she's given birth to a lovely and healthy boy."

"I told you she'd be fine sir!" Alfred grinned as he clapped Thomas on the back.

"A boy?" Thomas breathed out, seeming to have not noticed Alfred for the moment. "I have a son?"

"You do," The nurse nodded, still smiling. "if you are ready then I can take you to come and see them both."

"Yes, that would be wonderful! Please do!"

...

Harry tried to open his eyes but failed to do so, his whole body shivered. He was cold, sweaty, tired and a million other things, most were not positive things. Harry heard voices, but they were too loud, he could feel somebody holding him. The funny thing was that they were holding up in the air with just two hands, two incredibly cold hands but still, Harry tried to move but paused when he realized that his body felt different. Harry suddenly felt himself wrapped up in something that covered him from his neck to his toes, he then felt a very large pair of hands be placed under him, one hand holding him by his lower back and the other holding his head up, judging by the size of the hands Harry realized that he was either incredibly small or being held by a giant, he didn't really know which was better. A short while later Harry heard a voice speak.

"He is so beautiful," A female sounding voice spoke, the person who it belonged to sounded very happy. "look at him Thomas." Harry barely managed to open his eyes to look up at the person who was holding him, it was a woman who probably would have looked even more beautiful if she wasn't red faced and covered in sweat. She had a thin yet pretty face, blonde curly hair and a pair of dark green eyes that could be mistaken for another colour if you didn't look carefully. As of the moment she looked like she had won the lottery.

"That he is," Harry heard another voice and saw a man in a suit lean into view, he kissed the woman on the head and looked down at Harry. The man was a handsome man with a strong jaw and black combed hair. "he's the best gift you have ever given me Martha." The man said to the woman as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"He's also your gift to me," Martha smiled at him. "what do you think we should name him?"

"Well, any chance we call him Thomas Junior?" The man said, half joking.

"Naming him after yourself?" Martha raised an eyebrow.

"It was only a suggestion," The man, Thomas, said defensively. "we'll come up with something." He added before he looked down at Harry with a smile. "Look at his eyes dear." He said softly as he gestured to Harry's eyes.

"They're green, but they're so much brighter than mine." Martha said as she looked at his emerald orbs. "They're so beautiful, I can't imagine many women who wouldn't find them beautiful. "

"Indeed," Thomas agreed. "he will be batting ladies away with a stick when he's older." He said in an odd voice.

"I can only hope that that is not jealousy I detect in your voice."

"Pride." Thomas said without without missing a beat.