A/N: If you didn't figure out who the woman from yesterday was, you're… a bit thick… but now you'll find out for sure! ;)

Saturday, 21st of December 2013

"Catwoman!" Robin's jaw was practically on the floor.

"Very astute, Robin. Hungry?"

"I- I'm not Robin! I… Um… I… I'm going to call the police!" the teen said in a desperate attempt to pretend that he was Dick Grayson. Well… only Dick Grayson. With cat ears. Shit.

"Relax Sweetie, Bruce is down in the Batcave, showering," the woman snorted and proceeded to take out a jar of peanut butter and placing it on the counter where a few other sandwich ingredients already stood. She grabbed a carton of milk next and sniffed it to make sure it was still good.

"What…? I… He's… What?"

"Oh deary me, did you turn into a cat with a bird brain?" the woman chuckled as she continued, calmly, to make a sandwich. "If you want a snack you're going to have to make it yourself, you know, I'm not your nanny," she added over her shoulder.

"…snack?"

"I'm guessing you came down here because you were hungry, weren't you, poor little thing?" The voice was mocking but not unfriendly. Robin was about to find his wits again when a shadow fell over the doorstep.

"Selina, here you a-"

"Hi sweetie," the woman smiled innocently.

"Sweetie?" Robin croaked.

"Yes?" She now turned a teasing grin towards Robin instead.

"Robin, I… I can explain…" Bruce began.

"You… you two are…? But she's… she's a thief!" Robin objected.

"Think about that one and you'll realize that's an argument you can't use," the woman told him as she licked the knife she had used to apply the peanut butter.

"Right," the younger hero nodded. "Sorry."

"If I had been offended, you would have felt it, pussy cat," she answered. Robin sensed that she wasn't joking.

"Now don't start a fight here," Bruce cautioned them.

"Fight? I love cats! And look at him, he perfect! I would almost make a sandwich for him." Selina exclaimed, reached out and scratched Robin's ear. She did it just right too, making a rumble grow in his chest. Then the teen blinked and pulled away.

"Just a moment! You're dating? Each other? Does Alfred know?"

"He does now," the butler's dry voice said from the hallway.

"Oh goddammit…" Bruce groaned.

"Seems I finally get to meet the family," Selina grinned. "Al, you need to stock up on smooth peanut butter."

"Master Bruce prefers chunky," the old man said, still in the same wry voice.

"Does he now?" the woman looked over at the billionaire. "I'm breaking up with you."

"Wait, what? No! What? Why?" Bruce spluttered. Robin realized that they hadn't been many complete sentences uttered in this kitchen lately, not from him or his mentor anyway.

"A cat's gotta have what a cat's gotta have," the woman shrugged. "Isn't that right, kitten?" she asked Robin, who just blinked again.

"Alfred can buy the smooth stuff as well!" Bruce exclaimed.

"I know, sweetie, I was only teasing you. Of course I'm not breaking up with you. Let's go upstairs and have make up sex."

"I didn't need to hear that," the teen groaned.

"Said the one with two lovers doing him," snorted the woman.

"I didn't need to hear that," Bruce muttered.

"Oh, come on. Three men? You're all hounds, you know, sweetie, of course the kitten sees a lot of action. Come now, let's bring this snack to bed."

"One moment, Miss?" Alfred spoke up.

"Yes?" the woman raised an eyebrow.

"Shall I expect you for breakfast in the morning?" the butler asked.

"You know what?" Selina said, looking up at a Bruce who still seemed a bit shell-shocked, "maybe this kitty will stick around for once…"

When the pair left, Robin grabbed a slice of bread and started chewing on it, just to have something to do while his brain processed what just had happened. Alfred tidied up, seemingly on automatic as well.

"I'll be damned…" the teen eventually mumbled.

"Language, Master Robin! But yes, I'm bound to agree."

"I… just… wow." It seemed the brain-processing thing hadn't really run its course yet. "I mean, I knew they had a thing… like a flirting thing… but I didn't know that they actually… you know…"

"Well, I have to admit that I suspected something…" the butler looked a bit ashamed of himself. "When Master Bruce dismisses me like he did this evening, I tend to find a few messes in the morning, and just the other week I found a glass with lipstick on it."

"I hear that Batman can retire and you can take over!" Robin grinned. "So you decided to stay up tonight and see what was going on?"

"Well, I… yes." The man looked even more abashed now.

"Don't worry, I won't tell… you have a right to know, I think, but I also get that he'd want to keep things quiet… I mean, has it been going on long?"

"Only about two months or so."

"So still new, then… But still… he's… dating?"

"That is very good news, I would say, although I'm not sure Miss Kyle is quite suitable as the lady of the house," the butler sighed.

"She'll make life interesting, I bet…" Robin snorted and then couldn't help chuckling as he popped the last piece of bread in his mouth and reached for a glass, filling it with milk. "She's much better than one of those socialites, though. Imagine him marrying someone who's only interested in his money? Someone he has to hide his identity from? He obviously doesn't have that problem with Selina, at least not anymore…"

"But do you trust her, Master Robin? What if she robs us blind?"

"She can't carry that much," the teen grinned. "And… yes, Bruce obviously trusts her , so I think we can too. If he hadn't been a good judge of character he would be married to some gold digger by now, after all."

"I see your point. Well, I'll head back to bed then… seems I have extra pancakes to make in the morning."

"Night Alfred… and thank you for looking after the kids tonight… they didn't bother you, did they?"

"Not in the slightest, goodnight Master Robin" the old man smiled.

Robin rinsed his glass out, padded upstairs, quickly brushed his teeth and climbed into bed between his two mates.

"Argh… why always over me…?" Red muttered.

"I've told you before, because you're smaller," Robin whispered with a giggle and snuggled close to him.

"Damn straight he is," Slade mumbled in his ear from his other side, and soon they were all asleep once more.

A few hours later, in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

"What?" Slade called out gruffly, having just woken up.

"The children are awake, Sir," Alfred's voice said through the door.

"Shit!" Robin flew up and swung the door open. "I forgot to take the monitor back last night, I'm sorry!"

"Do not worry about it, but three children and making breakfast at the same time is a bit much for me," the butler told him, and looked like he hated to admit it.

"Trust me, I know, it's too much for anyone," Robin smiled and hurried across the hallway closely followed by Slade and Red.

It turned out that the kittens were in a good mood even though they had been forced to wait a bit, which was very unusual. Normally they tended to cry when they felt neglected in the slightest, but they were all smiles focused on the woman in the room.

"Selina!" Robin hissed and dashed between her and the children.

"Whoa there, kitten, what got your tail so poofy? You knew I was here!" Catwoman, who was dressed in one of Bruce's shirts and little else it seemed, said, raising her hands.

"Who's the chick?" Red frowned, joining Robin's side.

"Chick?" The woman didn't look pleased.

"Selina Kyle, also known as Catwoman," Slade growled. "If you're thinking of adding kidnapping to your repertoire, you might want to write up a will first."

"She's Bruce's… guest," Robin let them know and took a deep breath, his tail getting less thick and his ears rising a little. "I'm just not pleased about walking in on my kids with a stranger."

"Ah… their dating experiences will be fun, then," the woman smirked. "And stand down, soldier-boy," she added to Slade. "I'm not here to steal your brats, I was just curious. Seems I have gotten more than that curiosity satisfied, though," she added and let her eyes travel over their almost naked bodies with a leer on her lips. The gaze landed on Slade. "I've heard Deathstroke was packing… seems they were right."

"I'm very uncomfortable with all of this," Robin muttered as he saw Slade smirk back at her. "We have diapers to change, we'll see you at breakfast."

"Dirty diapers are not my thing," the woman agreed and headed for the door.

"Too much of a pussy?" Slade smirked at her as she passed. Robin heard a sharp sound and saw the mercenary flinch a tiny bit.

"Oh, almost broke my fingers…" the woman muttered and shook her hand as she left the room.

"Did she just slap your ass?" the hero gaped.

"Yes. Almost hurt too," the man said and rubbed the spot. "Care to tell me how you knew she was in the house?"

After Robin had explained, he realized that Red X had been very quiet for an unusually long time and turned to look at him. The other teen was staring at the door, looking stunned.

"Red? Um… are you okay?" the hero asked.

"That... that was Catwoman? The Catwoman?"

"I'm afraid so," Robin sighed.

"Would it… would it be really uncool if I asked for her autograph?"

"What?"

"She's my hero! My role model! She's amazing! She's clever, and flirty and amazing and-"

"Change a diaper, fan-boy, or one is soon going to hit you in the face," Slade snorted.

Eventually the kids all got changed, dressed and fed, and the parents could sit down to their own breakfast with the guest, who was submitted to a third degree interrogation by Red X.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," the woman answered one of the many questions and glanced at Bruce. "We'll talk later, little thief."

"Selina, what didn't you tell me?" Bruce rumbled.

"You are sooooo cooooool!" Red groaned.

"I think we have been dumped, Slade," Robin sighed.

"Would it help if I bought a bull whip?" the man wanted to know.

"Oh that would be sexy," Red grinned. "Are you going to dress all in leather too?"

"I think this conversation just strayed into the uncomfortable zone again," Robin muttered.

It was Saturday, meaning Bruce didn't have to go to the office and Selina didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave either.

Robin was on the floor playing with the kids when she joined him, almost edging into their play like she wasn't sure if she was welcome but also didn't want to ask permission.

"Ga-gabaaa!" Oliver grinned and held out a red block for her. Robin had collected a little pile of them in different shapes and was going through their colors.

"Well thank you, cutie!" Selina said and took the block, placing it on top of another one, which deeply impressed the kittens.

"What's the color? What's this color, Oliver?" Robin asked, pointing to it.

"Ed!"

"Yes! Red! Red. Very good."

"Ed! Da-da!"

"Yes, your daddy is named Red too. Like the color," the teen smiled, not knowing if the boy really had made that connection or not, but encouraging him all the same.

"Booo," Dominic suddenly said, and pointed to a blue building block.

"Yes, blue! Clever boy." Robin beamed.

"Oh, this is boring! Kids, watch this," the woman said and quickly built a little tower out of the blocks. she then made sure she had the babies attention, and, with a sweep of her hand, knocked it over.

Three pairs of eyes grew very large and Robin didn't know for a moment if they would start crying or not, but then Alexandra laughed and waved her arms, obviously wanting a repeat performance. She was joined by her brother's and soon Selina was building and the kids knocked the towers down.

"What are they having so much fun with?" Slade asked, as he came into the room.

"Tearing things down," Robin muttered. "Selina has turned them into hooligans!"

"She has? Thank you!" The man grinned. "Here I was afraid they would grow up to be goody two-shoes like their mother."

"Well, we can't have that happen," the woman grinned.

"You two play with them, then, I've been longing to hit the gym since I got here. I'm taking Red," Robin sighed and stood up.

"You go do that. Oh, by the way, Alfred said that Leslie is coming for dinner today," Slade told him.

"Oh, that's great, I can't wait to see her!" Robin smiled. "Where's Red?"

"He decided that you should do the driving test soon, so I think he went to the garage to check which car he wanted to do it in," the man shrugged. "Apparently a van isn't 'his style'."

"Oh dear god, if he touches the cars Bruce is gonna go bat shit crazy," the teen groaned and hurried out of the room.

Robin managed to stop Red from 'just seeing if the Ferrari started', and coaxed him into training with him. They hit the gym and then they sparred until neither one had enough energy left to more than roll around on the mat, tickle fighting.

They ended up lying next to each other, just laughing and talking for almost an hour.

"Dinner in one hour," Alfred's voice said over the intercom speakers.

"We better go shower and dress, Leslie is coming," Robin sighed and sat up. "Thank you for working out with me," he added, giving the other teen a soft kiss on the lips.

"Thank you for not killing me," Red grinned back.

"I have use of you," Robin shrugged. "Oh, by the way, we have to dress the babies in something cute for dinner!"

"We must?"

"Yes, of course, we have guests!"

"You are just nervous because she is their doctor, right? Are you afraid she's not going to like what she sees and shove them back in there?"

"Ow." Robin shuddered. "But, yeah, it's a bit like their grandmother seeing them, you know…?"

"If Bruce and Selina marries-"

"Oh, no, don't say it-!"

"-Catwoman is gonna be their granny! That's so epic!"

"Aargh…" Robin groaned. "They don't need more criminals in their lives! No offence."

"Pfft, none taken. Let's go make out in the shower?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Robin grinned.

"Last one there does oral!" Red shouted and took off.

"Cheater!" the hero yelled out and leaped after him… and Robin was quick.

When they reached the shower, Robin winning, it was occupied by Slade, however, who had also decided to freshen up before dinner.

"Well, Red, we never said the loser just had to do one of us," Robin snickered.

"Fine," the thief said and tore his clothes off. Robin just barely had time to get suspicious when the redhead jumped in under the spray and smirked at him. "I won. I'm first in the shower!"

"But-"

"Seems fair to me, Robin," Slade grinned. "So, what did you say about both of us…?"

"That I hate you and you should beg me to me allowed to worship my body?" Robin muttered as he stripped himself. He admitted defeat, though, and sank to his knees between his two mates in the large shower. "You both better come really, really quickly," he told them sternly as he stroked both lengths.

"How about whoever comes first gets to fuck you tonight, and the other gets nothing?" Red said.

"No more bets, just come quickly or I'll use the scratchy part of my tongue on you," the cat warned them.

"Any tongue at all would be nice," Slade pointed out, and just for that Robin started with Red.

All of them, including the babies, managed to get to the dinner table in time and look presentable as well. Selina had left by then, stating she needed some 'alone-time', but Doctor Leslie had shown up on time. Robin handed the woman her Christmas gift –the set of hand and foot prints– but asked her to open it at home, as he didn't want Bruce and Alfred to see what they would be getting.

"I thought the kids probably had enough toys and clothes," the woman said after thanking him, "So I brought my bag… they might not appreciate a full physical, but I have a feeling you will."

"Oh, yes, thank you.. oh, and… it's that time again, right?"

"Yes, time for their vaccinations," the woman smiled. "No wonder they look worried to see me…"

They had flown Leslie down for the kid's first vaccination when they barely two months, because as the children were so small and different from humans, they all wanted someone who could keep an eye on them for a few days, and at that time Robin found it even harder to trust strangers.

"Well, if we do it today they will have recovered until Christmas, anyway…" Robin sighed, remembering that they had gotten a bit of a fever last time. "Oh, they are teething, by the way!"

"They grow so fast, don't they?" the woman smiled and cooed at Dominic, who shouldn't be able to remember what she had did to him last time they had met, but still looked very skeptical.

"I think you are forgetting something else we want to check," Slade said.

"Oh?" Robin blinked and then it dawned on him "Yes, Leslie, I'm not sure we can check, but… we want to know if either of the boys are like me, if they are carriers…? It's kinda important to know when they get older and we need to tell them about the birds and the bees and-"

"The frogs," Red filled in.

"Frogs?"

"Well, some frogs can change gender, I thought that would be more useful than birds and bees…"

"Let's not make things even more complicated here…" Robin sighed.

"We have Bruce's ultra sound machine and a short examination won't bother them. I can't promise that I will see anything yet, though, and I don't want to do anything more… invasive."

"Of course not!" Robin choked, remember how personal she had gotten with him.

Alfred then came in with the main course, distracting the teen from those unpleasant thoughts.

"Yes, I know it feels cold and icky, sweetie…" the woman said calmingly to a disgruntled Dominic as she smeared the gel needed for the ultrasound on his stomach. The kids had all been weighed, measured, prodded and listened to and declared perfectly healthy. Before their shots, though, Leslie had suggested that they should take a look at the boys.

"I can't see anything unusual…" she said after a while. "That said, I'm not sure if I would… let's take a look at Oliver next."

When the brothers had switched places, the woman hummed to herself a bit and took her time, before nodding. "I still can't be sure, but I'd say Ollie here has some extra parts."

"Oh, great, now we'll need to keep him on a leash too," Red muttered. "What? I mean, if he goes into heat and stuff when he's older? Slade, you realize that Alexandra might do that, right?"

Apparently the mercenary hadn't thought of that, because he went a bit pale.

"I think Slade just decided to kill all males on the planet," Robin snorted.

"Of course not," the man muttered. "I was thinking within a ten mile radius..."

"Does this mean that he's gay, though? Or bi at least? Or how does it work?" Red asked.

"I have no idea," Robin shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"No, I just wanna coach him in how to attract the right gender, you know? Like if you wanna impress boys; eat worms, and if you wanna impress girls; pull their pig tails."

"Um… I think you shouldn't be in charge of first crushes, no matter what…" Robin muttered.

"You still have quite some time before anything could happen," the doctor told them, "and Bruce and I are both looking into contraceptives that might work with your kind… maybe those will dampen the heats? I'm sure you'll get a chance to try them out once they are ready."

"Sounds to me like the bat doesn't want any more grandchildren," Red smirked and looked over at the man, who raised his hands.

"Just not any unplanned ones, I know how hard it has been on all of you and thought we might be able to help… but we'll stop looking into it if-"

"No, no, please continue," Robin and Slade hurriedly said at the same time, but probably for different reasons.

"Alright then," the doctor said and wiped off the gel from Oliver's stomach. "Let's plunge some needles in your arms, shall we?"

To be Continued…

A/N: evil needles. And hey! Oliver can become a mommy! Who knew? Well… I did…