A/N: Last night ended with smex, let's start this morning off the same way, shall we? and DRAMA! ;)


Sunday, 8th of December 2013

Robin was woken up the next morning, but again not by the children crying. Instead there were two sets of lips on him, kissing, licking and nibbling at every piece of exposed skin they could find… and there was quite a lot of that. His pajama pants were gone.

"Didn't you guys get enough yesterday?" he chuckled as he stretched.

"I'm afraid it only wetted my appetite," Slade told him, and Red made a agreeing sound.

"Well… mine too…" Robin purred.

"MAMA! MAMA!"

"Aaaand the three cock blockers strike again," Red sighed. "Yesterday was just a fluke; they always know when we're up to something…"

"At least when it's all three of us together…" Robin sighed. He loved having both his mates at the same time… literally… that thought made his cock twitch and his ass actually tingled. "Damn, I'm soooo hoooornyyyy…" he moaned, but he then admitted defeat as a second voice joined in crying for him, sounding close to tears. He climbed out of bed followed by the others, and grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor. He pulled them up and grimaced. "Darn it, these are yours, Red… no opening for my tail…" by now the triplets were wailing, however, so there was nothing he could do. He let the jeans come up to just below his tail and hurried into the nursery.

"We're here!" he called out and started purring just to calm the children down a little. "Yes, yes, I know, we slept in a little bit. You father is getting your bottles ready right now, and daddy and I are here okay?" he told them while lifting Alexandra up on one arm and Dominic on the other. "Who needs changing first?"

Soon he was nursing Alexandra and the tears had dried on everybody's cheeks.

"I'm going to paint the casts today. Red, Slade, can one of you go pick up the photos? Or you can call Bruce and Nat because- no okay, I'll call," the teen snickered as he saw the look of absolute terror on his mate's faces. Well. On Red's. Slade frowned and stiffened a little, though, which was more or less the same thing.

"I'll pick up the photos, do we need anything else? Red asked.

"I don't know, check the fridge, but don't buy more than we can finish before we leave. Oh! Wait! Wrapping paper and strings and bows and such… something Christmassy and tasteful! Um, Slade, we have the funds for the trip, right? We don't have to bring a lot of food and stuff?"

"We're covered, don't worry," said their finance director. They all had individual accounts as well, but household purchases and things like this, went through their main one and, frankly, Slade was the one who put most of the money into it, though Red took on building jobs and Robin sometimes did a bit of 'celebrity' stunts while being on 'paternity leave'. He also had his trust fund to fall back on, Slade had quite a lot of money tucked away as well, but Red had no savings at all when Robin had met him. He hadn't even been eating all days of the week, it had turned out, and hadn't exactly been good with money when he got his hands on some. Now, however, Slade had taken him by the ear and straightened things out a bit…

"Good," Robin smiled, "Especially for the shopping at the show I can't wait for that! But that means that Slade has to keep an eye on the kids, because I don't want to paint the plaster in front of them… The will want to join, and I don't think the paint is okay to eat."

"I'll look after them. I'll have to do some paperwork, but they can be in the study with me. No risk of Alexandra doing her disappearing act in there."

Robin nodded. The morning was planned out. He got to painting straight away, so the presents would be ready to wrap later. He didn't decorate the pieces, he just painted all the plaster except the actual print in a warm green, and wrote the names and year of the kids below. They were going to give one set of hands and feet to Alfred and Bruce together, and one set to Doctor Leslie. One set they were going to keep themselves, and Robin didn't waste any time in getting nails and a hammer. He decided that the prints would look really cool lined up on the living room wall and got to work.

"What are- oh." It was Slade coming down the hall.

"I'm just-" Robin was about to explain when there was a crash and wail from the study.

Slade immediately turned on his heel and Robin wasn't far behind. They found Dominic with a drawer on top of him, crying hysterically.

Slade snatched away the drawer, which was half full of printing paper and quite heavy.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Robin gasped, "Look he scraped his leg!"

"He must have tried to pull himself up on the drawers, we haven't gotten to childproofing anything in here yet," Slade said, sounding angry. Robin knew that he was angry at himself, and wasn't hysterical enough to add pain to injury by yelling at him. He was a bit shook up, though, especially as Dominic screamed when he tried to touch his foot.

"I… I think we have to go to the hospital…" Robin stuttered. "What... what if it's broken?"

"I'll get their carry cots," Slade just said and hurried away.

Robin's heart was beating like crazy. His child was hurt! His child! He tried everything to get the boy to calm down, but Dominic was inconsolable.

"He… he won't stop crying," he said to Slade as the man came back with the cots and hurriedly strapped Alexandra and Oliver in. The other two triplets looked worried and close to tears themselves, and Oliver was very quiet, his huge blue eyes were round and a little frightened.

Robin was focused on Dominic, though, who cried even harder when he lifted him into the cot, his little arms waving around like windmills.

"Let's go." Slade lifted Oliver's and Dominic's cots. Robin grabbed Alexandra's and had to run after them man who could really walk fast when he wanted to.

Not until they got in the car did Robin remember to call Red.

"Hi, it's me, Dominic had a little accident, we're heading to the hospital− no, he's okay, he's just upset as you can hear, but a drawer fell on his leg, we just have to check. Meet us there? Slade, which one?"

"Jump Central, of course."

"But we don't even know if Doctor Simmons works today!" Robin objected. "They don't have any papers, we-"

"If she's not there, I'll make a few calls," the man said firmly and that was it. Robin told Red where they were heading and he, who had just finished his errands, said that he would grab a cab to the hospital immediately.

Once they arrived they stormed into the main foyer of the hospital and Slade stalked up to the reception desk.

"Page doctor Susan Simmons, please," he told the male nurse there.

"Are you a family member?"

"My son hurt his leg-"

"Well, in that case, would you fill out this form, please, and-"

"Page. Doctor. Simmons."

"You will see a doctor soon, but-"

Slade had had enough and lifted the male nurse right off his feet. "You'll get on that phone and get Simmons here right now, or you'll need a doctor yourself. And I'm going to make you fill in those forms with your own blood."

"Slade!" Robin called out and put a hand on the man's arm, looking around wildly to see if security had spotted them. Luckily they were partly hidden behind a large potted plant and a stand with vaccination brochures. "He's just doing his job!"

"I could do my job too," the mercenary shrugged and turned his eye on the nurse again "Mine is killing people. Yours is making sure patients see doctors, isn't it? Then do that. Now."

"I'm here! Is he okay?" Red panted as he ran in, full sprint, with a couple of bags in his hands. He had been closer to the hospital but it had taken a little while to find a cab.

"He won't stop crying," Robin almost whimpered, and yes, Dominic was still crying, but a little more quietly now.

The nurse made an intercom call, and within a few minutes an older woman in a lab coat hastened into the room.

"Oh, it's you three. What do you think they have now? Malaria?" she said dryly. She was a nice lady –Robin would have never accepted her otherwise, he had already turned down a score of pediatricians before they found her– but she didn't take any crap.

"Should I call security, doctor?" the male nurse piped up.

"No, they are my patients. I'm short on time, though, what is it?" she asked them.

"A drawer fell on Dominic's leg and he's really in pain," Robin explained quickly.

"Come with me and we'll take a look," the woman nodded, nothing the crying child.

As they wanted as little to do with the authorities as possible –especially as they didn't have any papers yet− it had been important to find a personal doctor who would not ask questions, but of course they wouldn't settle for some back-alley quack. When they had found Simmons, it turned out that her husband were being blackmailed by some mobsters to pay 'protection' for the store he owned, something that ate up almost all his profits. Slade and Robin gladly took care of that, and thus bought the woman's loyalty and silence. They tried not to bother her too much, though, but yes, there had been that time when Robin thought a diaper rash was the measles…

Still, even though they knew her, this was a stressful situation, and Red was faced with the impossible mission to try to hold both Robin and Slade back while she examined their child.

"It hurts him, can't you hear he's in pain?" Robin snarled.

"I'm afraid I have to feel through the leg, and yes, it probably hurts a little, but we need to do it to find out if he might need an X-ray," the doctor said calmly, used to dealing with hysterical parents, even though most didn't hiss at her. "You said something fell on his leg?"

Slade explained the situation. He wasn't about to attack the woman, he had better control over his instincts, but Red could hear the shoulder-seams of his shirt creak as the man tensed.

"I see… I can't feel anything broken. We'll take an x-ray just to be sure. There, there, little guy, let me get you something."

The woman went to a locker and returned with a soft toy wrapped in plastic. She opened it and gave it, a red elephant, to the sniffling boy, who grasped it like it was the one thing in the world that could save his life.

"It's complimentary," Doctor Simmons smiled. "We give them out to kids who seem to need them, and who needs to be a little bit brave. Are we going to be brave, Dominic?"

The boy seemed to think that over while putting the elephant's trunk in his mouth and chewing on it.

They had to wait for the x-ray, but by this time they had all calmed down and no death threats were being uttered. The waiting room had quite a lot of toys for kids of all ages and Alexandra drabbed onto a doll and wouldn't let go.

"You're too young to confirm gender stereotypes," Robin told her. "And you'll probably poke out the doll's eyes and eat them."

"Are you calling our daughter a psychopath?" Slade asked, finally relaxing enough for a dry joke.

"No, I'm calling her crafty," Robin smiled.

"Okay, how did all this happen?" Red demanded to know. "I mean, I know he got a desk drawer on his leg, but…?"

"They were in the study, and we think he was trying to stand up by the desk… the drawer came right out when he fell backwards," the hero explained in more detail when they has told the doctor.

"Think? You weren't there?"

"No. My fault," Slade muttered. "I heard a strange noise, but it was just Robin hammering, and… I only left for a few seconds…"

"It's okay," the black haired young man said softly. "I mean, we keep losing Alex- where did she go?!" The girl was only just behind a toy box, however, still with the doll in a firm grip. "Like I said, we keep losing her… it happened and it will happen again… all we can do is baby proof the place as much as we can, and that's pretty much it…"

"I'll get right to it when we get home," Slade promised.

"We'll all help, there's no need to feel guilty…" Red agreed.

Slade scoffed. 'Feeling guilty' wasn't exactly something he tended to do, but yes, in this case… Oliver had found a book and was 'reading' loudly from it, close to Dominic, who was still in his carry-cot. Robin didn't want to let him out in case his leg really was injured, and he didn't seem to want to move either, he was just chewing on his toy, looking like the whole world was against him. Robin could practically see the tiny thundercloud over his head and had to smile as he kneeled in front of him.

"John Alfred Dominic, you poor boy… all you wanted to do was explore a bit, didn't you?"

The baby's gray eyes met his and he spat out the elephant's trunk for a moment.

Very, very softly, he asked,"… ikeam?"

"Yes! Yes, sweetie, as soon as we've taken a picture of your leg we'll get you home and you can have all the ice cream you want," Robin promised with a laugh and gave his son a kiss.


"As we hoped there's no fracture, so he got away with a shallow scrape and some bruising," the Doctor Simmons told them.

"I want to see the x-rays," Slade told her.

"Are you a doctor, because trust me-"

"Just let him see them. Please," Robin told her urgently.

"Of course." The woman fetched the images and put them on the x-ray view box hanging on the wall. After turning it on, she gestured to the pictures and Slade took a long, close look before nodding.

"No fractures."

The doctor seemed to be close to saying 'I told you so', but managed to stop herself.

"That's it, then, you can go home," she smiled thinly. Robin had a feeling that people in general quickly got rather tired of them…

"Thank you so much," he said as warmly as he could. "There's one little problem, though. Our daughter, Alexandra, she has really taken a shine to a doll she found in the waiting room-" he gestured to the girl who still hadn't let it go.

"I'm sorry, but those are not for sale," they were told.

"We don't really want to hear our kids cry any more today, how about this…" Slade brought out his checkbook, jutted something down and handed the check over. The doctor's eyes widened. "It's a donation to buy toys and whatever you need for the children's ward and waiting rooms," the man said. "Also, the nurse in the reception might have had an… unpleasant experience earlier this evening. I expect we won't be hearing anything about that and that we can take the doll?"

The doctor took a look at the check and blinked. "I think that can be arranged," she said.

"Good. I like to hear those words from people," the man smirked.

"But," the woman added and poked the mercenary in the chest, "I wouldn't normally look the other way if a staff member got assaulted, so don't do it again! Behave yourself!"

"We're really very sorry," Robin told her on Slade's behalf.

"We'll leave him in the car next time," Red grinned and winked at the doctor, who snorted good naturedly.

"I don't particularly care for that guy, he already has a warning on his record. I'm going to tell him to keep his head down and mention that it's weird that I seem to smell marijuana around him now and then."

"He's on drugs?" Robin gawked.

"If I suspected that, he'd already be out the door, but he seems like the slow witted type," the doctor shrugged. "It wouldn't surprise me if he used on his days off."

"I like he way you think," Slade smirked.

As they left, Robin couldn't help but ask.

"So, how much did you give them?"

"Fifty."

"Fifty bucks for a small doll is- fifty thousand?!"

"Yes."

Robin was quiet for a little while.

"Um… we're still going to be able to go shopping at the show, right?"


When they got home they had the promised ice cream to the kid's delight. They were all tired and hungry so dinner was ordered over the phone again as the triplets had their bottles.

"Darn, I was going to call Bruce and Nick…" Robin sighed and threw himself in the couch , grabbing his laptop. He spent over an hour on the phone telling Bruce what had happened. He actually remembered to tell the man about their travelling plans as well, and then he sent off an e-mail to Nick as he was out of energy for more talking.

Some of the energy returned when Red remembered about the photos he had picked up, though, and they went through them curiously. The photographer might have been sick of them but he had done a good job. Red dug out some empty frames and put the photos they were giving away in them, and then he and Robin wrapped those and the molds up neatly while Slade changed the kid's diapers.

"Dear god, I think the canned food is coming through," he told them when he returned. "Let's feed them milk until they can use the bathroom."

"It's really that bad?" Robin laughed.

"I've breathed in mustard gas that was milder," the man muttered. "They are in their beds, but Dominic's still fussy. I'm going out to the hardware store to pick up some more child proofing things, could one of you check up on him in a minute?"

"Of course," Robin smiled, and the man left.

"We childproofed a lot from the start, when we renovated, though," Red said to Robin. "All the sockets, the whole kitchen…"

"Yes, but he needs to do this," Robin said softly. "He needs to try to set things right."

"I thought we agreed it wasn't his fault?"

"We agreed yes… he didn't," the younger teen smiled a little sadly.

"Huh… I teased him for loving to be the guy in charge yesterday… I guess this is the back side of that," the thief said. "I hate to say it, but I'm kind of glad it wasn't one of us that messed up… would he have forgiven us?"

"I think he'd have a much easier time doing that, than forgiving himself," the hero mumbled. "I'll go check on the kids, can you put the gifts in a bag by the door so we won't forget them? Oh, and we need to make sure we have enough clean clothes for us and the kids too, and pack those… and diapers, and-"

"I'm on it, go snuggle with our little explorer," Red smiled and kissed his forehead.

Dominic was still awake and looked quite unhappy, so Robin let him have the breast for a bit to console him. The little man soon joined his brother and sister in sleep and Robin put him back in his cot, minding the bruised leg.

"I wonder why he cried that much, I thought his leg was crushed at first," he said to Red a little later as they were lounging in front of the TV, Red playing with his phone and Robin with his laptop, neither of them really paying attention to what was going on on the screen.

"Well, he hasn't hurt himself like that before," Red shrugged. "If I didn't really know what pain was, I'd be terrified too."

"Yeah, I guess you're right… and maybe he got more scared when we just freaked out and whisked them all off to the hospital," Robin grunted. "Besides, hitting your shinbone like that effing hurts."

"Yeah. Hey, you know what we should do?"

"Finish off the pizza?"

"Exactly."

To be Continued…


A/N: Poor Dominic, but ice-cream makes everything better.. right?