A/N: Hellooooo…. as usual a lot is happening in this chapter… and seven more to go… I think it is… or eighth? AH, you'll notice the ending, I'm sure… ;)

Kitty Litter of a Different Kind

Part 10: To Do It

"Stop tickling me!" Robin mumbled and turned away from Red, half asleep.

"I'm not… we did that last night…" the former-thief-turned-construction worker mumbled.

Robin blinked and sat up.

"But someone was… right?" he said.

"It was a dream, kitten. Sleep," Slade suggested from his other side.

"Oh. Sorry, I- OH!"

"What?" Two heads shot up, ready for anything from cravings or nausea to labor or a nuclear attack.

"Something… I... Oh!" Robin's eyes were almost as round as his growing stomach, which really had grown since he was now nearing the end of his fifth month.

"Are you in pain? Should I call Leslie?" Slade asked. Superman had been enrolled as an emergency transport if it should be needed, and the man had agreed to try to be available. Well… Slade had told him to be. No arguments.

"No, I… Something tickles…" Robin looked up at his mated. "I think… I think the babies moved!"

The rest of the morning was spent with all three of them touching Robin's stomach and talking encouragingly, but none of the babies felt like a repeat performance.

After a week Robin had a stern talk with his children during bed-time.

"Really, guys, your daddies think I'm insane! Why don't you move when they are feeling for it, huh? Are you playing a prank on us? It's way too soon for that, you know! Oh, there you go! Slade! Red!"

His mates came into the room with just slightly less enthusiasm than before, since this was the hundredth time or so they had been called to feel the babies move, with no result. They put their hands gently to the belly and, as before, there was not even a flutter.

"Move or I swear I'll have curry!" Robin growled. Curry, it had been established, was not something his stomach could muster anymore, and Robin thought that the churning and bubbling just had to annoy the babies too.

"I felt something!" Red exclaimed, and at the same moment Slade called out too.

"Yes! See! I'm not trying to torture you!" Robin grinned. "They are really there!"

"Well, we know they were... we didn't think you had swallowed a water-melon seed…" Slade chuckled. "Excuse me for a moment…" he then said and left the room.

"Huh?" Robin mumbled and looked at the door.

"I think he was moved…" Red grinned at him, his own eyes a little bit wet. "Can't let you see that, you know, him being all macho and stuff… Come on now, guys, let's do a can-can!" he encouraged the little watermelons.

Robin burst out crying, just because.

"This is perfect!" Robin inspected the big, bright nursery, which was next to their room. The babies would all share one, of course, until they were old enough to want their own rooms. The walls were white, as they didn't want to choose a color. Robin felt a little bit iffy about forcing a color on a child just because of gender, although it seemed impossible to avoid, seeing as all girl-clothes and toys, for example, appeared to be pink by default.

Instead of painting, they had bought wall-safe stickers, and now the room looked like a circus with animals, clowns, acrobats and everything in between, inspired by the blanket Robin had gotten from Bruce and Alfred. The mum-to-be had started crying about the trapeze-artists, so they had been taken down for now, but he loved the theme, and, since it contained all the colors known to man, and then some, it wasn't gender oriented.

The renovations were almost done now, there was only a bit of painting and cleaning left, but the smell had forced Robin to spend a lot of his days outside, either on their large patio, or in the park nearby. This had been good for his health, he guessed, but now all he wanted to do was to stay close to his mates and his home. Besides, people seemed to want to touch his stomach all the time, the bastards.

Red got a nasty surprise as he was about to relax on the couch a day or so later, as all the pillows were gone.

"OW! What the heck?"

"Well, don't throw yourself down like that," Slade smirked.

"What happened to them?" the thief asked, ignoring the man's attempt to lecture him.

"I'd say Robin happened. Let's go look," the older man suggested.

Not surprisingly, Robin was in their bedroom, sound asleep in a mountain of pillows, blankets and what looked like most of his mates clothes, piled on the middle of the bed.

"Déjà vu," Red mumbled. "It can't be hairballs this time too, can it?"

"Would make us look pretty silly, wouldn't it?" Slade smirked and then walked over to the bed and gently started waking their little mate up. "Robin…?"

"Sleeeepy…" Robin muttered and tried to escape in his pile.

"Yes, but naptime is over. We need to clear this mess up," Slade told him sternly.

"No! Mine!" the kitten growled.

"Robin, we can't use the sofa, we have nothing to wear and we can't fit on the bed. Do you want us to sleep somewhere else?"

"No! You'll sleep in my nest!" the teen objected.

"Our spines would kill us. We can't curl up like that, kitten," the man tried again, glancing at Red like he wanted to say 'jump in any time'.

"Hey Rob, let's go to the store and buy all new stuff, okay?" the teen suggested. "We can set it up over there in the corner or something, and then you can decide where you want to sleep, okay? Shall we go buy fluffy blankets?"

"Don't patronize me," the teen growled and then was quiet for a bit. "Can we get beanbags too?"

"Of course we can… and as many pillows as you – I mean, Slade can carry."

"We better just buy a van…" the man muttered.

A few hours later Robin was happily purring on a mountain of pillows, thrown into a corner of their large bedroom. His two mates were more or less passed out on the bed.

"Well, now we know how many pillows you can carry," Red snickered.

"Don't speak to me," Slade growled.

"Aw, but I'm horny… sex me?" Red suggested.

"Sex yourself," Slade muttered.

"Who's sexing who?" Robin raised his head curiously.

"The old man isn't up for it. You and me?" Red asked.

"In my pile?" Robin grinned hopefully.

"Consider me there!" Red chuckled and jumped off the bed.

Slade merely sighed and muttered something about energetic teens, before turning toward the pile to at least watch.

Doctor Leslie arrived the week after for another ultrasound. The images were not as clear as on a normal scan, because of the extra tissue the ultrasound had to penetrate, but the babies had definitely grown. All of them were fascinated, and more than a little moved, even though some of them tried to hide it.

"Everything looks fine. I would think that it looks like you are just as far along as can be expected in a normal pregnancy, so I think you are going to carry for nine months, give or take a week or so," the woman told them. "They are tiny little things, though, but you said that was to be expected, so…"

"But I'm so big already!" Robin gaped.

"Big? That little bulge? Just you wait…" Leslie chuckled.

"Well, it gives us more time to prepare. We are buying some supplies from the Ferocitas community, like extra small diapers and clothes," Slade told her.

"Yeah, wanna see them?" Robin asked, and as soon as the examination was finished the apartment was filled with cooing noises instead.

"Well, my old legs need to stretch a little," Leslie told them after a while. "Would you like to escort me on a walk in the park, Robin?"

The teen felt a little bit uncertain about leaving home, but, as he didn't want to be rude, he agreed.

It turned out to be a nice time, although it lasted for almost forty minutes. Leslie gave him heaps of tips on baby-safety, though, since she had seen an accident or two which could have been avoided in her life.

Robin yawned as he opened the door to the apartment again, longing for his pile, and almost jumped out of his skin at the loud yell off "SURPRISE!"

The teen's eyes darted around the room, finding Bruce, Alfred and the Titans as well as Titans East. Even Superman was there. The whole room was lavishly decorated in an overabundant style that could only be Starfire's doing.

"Wow… I could have given birth right in the doorway!" Robin gasped and clutched his heart.

"Oh, can you!" Starfire asked happily, and got some dark looks from the future fathers.

"Come sit, honey… I'm sorry we tricked you," Leslie grinned and escorted the cat boy to the sofa where he was flanked by his mates and felt a little bit calmer.

"No, no, this is great! It's really great!" Robin grinned and burst out crying.

After a lot of tears, laughter and cake it was time for the presents. The Titans brought them toys, stuffed animals, clothes, and a scrap-book album. Superman got them a gift-certificate for organic baby-food as well as three beautiful mobiles to hang over the cribs. The hanging figures consisted of some sort of crystal which seemed to make a low, soothing noise when they moved. Robin didn't quite think they were from earth.

Bruce had, thankfully, toned it down a little, just like he had been asked, but they got a new camera and lots of empty photo-frames in different shape and sizes.

"We expect a few of them to be returned once they are filled." the man grinned.

Alfred gave them three enormous photo-albums, one for each child, and Doctor Leslie gave them a book about children's development.

"I didn't want to give you a medical book, because you would all be convinced each kid has at last three terminal diseases in a few days… but if you still manage that, call me." she smiled.

"You'll be unplugging your phone in no-time," Bruce warned her.

"I cannot wait to witness the cute babies!" Starfire laughed.

"Cute? Ever seen a new-born? They are not exactly pretty," Slade told her dryly.

"Of course they are!" Robin objected. "Don't listen to your daddy, you will all be beautiful." he mumbled to his stomach while Slade only chuckled.

When the party was over, Robin was so dead on his feet that he insisted that Slade carry him to bed, which the man did in the exchange for some benefits.

"Blackmailer," Robin purred as the man entered him.

"Been called worse," Slade shrugged.

"By you," Red reminded the teen before kissing him silly.

T.B.C…

A/N: Whey weren't the JL there? Why didn't I describe what the Titans did more, and only mentioned that Titans East was there? Well, two explanations: it would make one hell of a long, complicated chapter with all the names and who did want at what time, AND, the main reason: Robin is rather distracted, confused and in a very emotional state, fighting his instincts and stuff, so everything is just a blur to him, so details would be strange. And Robin is having a hard enough time to deal with the Titan's so the JL would probably freak his cat-side out more… poor thing… ;)

Emotional much? Well, I think I've mentioned this before, perhaps in the "Peace Contract" but my sister (when she was pregnant) started crying because the mail, coming through the mail box in their front door, didn't all land on the welcome-mat below… So, yeah… hormones…

And don't think too ill of Slade! He's gonna be a daddy, and it's big! I can't let him be a cold emotionless wall when this is happening… and yes, he hates me for it.