A/N: Here it is, the last chapter! As you know, I never demand reviews, but, as this is the last one, I'd love to hear what you thought of the story as a whole, and if it's been entertaining enough for you this December, or not… Love you all, and thank you SO much for all the reviews I already gotten for this one!

Monday, 31st of December 2012

"Morning, Robin," Rose smiled. "Would you like some toast?"

"No, I would like a baby brother or sister," Robin smirked.

"On the breakfast table?" Bruce deadpanned.

"Really, Robin, it's not my fault it was false labor," Rose sighed for the hundredth time. She had caused a great deal of drama, only to be sent home from the hospital only a few hours later, and since then… nothing.

"You are aware that we intend to stay until after the baby is born?" Slade asked from behind his paper, "No matter how long it takes?"

"Push, honey," Bruce begged, getting a slice of tomato in the face as a reply.

"Yeah, but seriously, you're a week late! A whole week! What is that baby doing? Don't tell me you have free Wi-Fi in there?"

"It's perfectly normal for first time mothers to go over time," Rose let them know. "And if you don't shut up about it, I'm going to make you watch a birthing video."

"Shutting up!" Robin said quickly, paling. "I'm gonna go call my team now…"

"Coward," Slade smirked.

"Did you want to watch it, dad?" Rose asked sweetly.

"I'm going to go help him dial…" Slade said quickly and stood up.

"And don't look at me," Bruce muttered, "I already watched it with you."

"Yes, honey, I know…" the mother -to-be smiled. "But when the real thing happens… please try not to faint?"

Robin wished his team an early happy New Year. He had told them what had happened with Jamie, although he had kept the details to himself. It was enough that everyone else knew, really. The news about the apartment had been received with mixed feelings; they were all happy for him, but Starfire, for one, said she'd miss Slade. Still, he would be close, just across the bay, and Cyborg was already making plans to connect the Titan tunnel to the garage of the new apartment, so Robin could come over in about a minute flat if they had to. After all, the Tower would still be his work place.

After hanging up, the hero headed to the gym for some light exercise. His cold was long gone, he only coughed some at night, but he still had bruising and cracked ribs. He needed to move a bit, though, and half an hour on the exercise bike would do the trick.

Slade had gone to visit Joey again, he'd been there a lot since his son woke up, and, even though the man wouldn't talk about it a lot, Robin thought that they were making progress. Next year there might be two more people at the dinner table for Christmas, after all, Joey and the baby. Robin hoped so. He might not really know Slade's son, but his instincts told him he wasn't a very vindictive man. He just hoped Addie hadn't poisoned his views on Slade beyond repair.

The teen had visited the musician himself as well. He had avoided talking about Slade at first, not wanting to pressure the man in any way, but Joey had asked to hear Robin's side of the story about who Jamie was. The teen had told him the whole thing, everything that had happened, even though he blushed and censored some scenes, to the blond man's amusement. It had been a good talk, though. Robin didn't try to make Slade out as more of a hero than he was, he quite bitterly complained about the man leaving and not getting in touch at all for six months afterwards, for example, but he also couldn't help talking excitedly about their new apartment.

"I think that's enough."

"Huh?" Robin raised his head and almost fell off the bike he was paddling on, because he had been so deep in thought that he had forgotten what he was doing.

"I've been standing here for two minutes… where were you?" Slade asked him.

"Oh, just out and about…" Robin grinned.

"Obviously. Your eyes don't look that vacant even when you're unconscious…"

"So… what did Joey say today?"

"He's finally agreed to let me pay the hospital bill and his costs until he can go back to work."

"That was generous of him," Robin grinned.

"It was, actually. I don't know where he got that stubborn sense of pride from."

"Between you and Addie? No, it's a mystery…" the teen deadpanned.

"Speaking about generosity…" the man smirked.

"Yeah, yeah… join me in the shower then…" Robin chuckled. "I mean, it's New Years, so we better get in a few more fucks before the year is over, right?"

"Exactly. And I think we should apply that way of thinking to the end of months as well… and weeks… and days."

"That way I won't last until next Christmas, but sure…" the teen snorted.

They came scary close to getting caught by Bruce, as the man had decided to work out a bit as well, but got their towels and innocent expressions on just in time. There wouldn't be any party at the Manor this year, obviously, just a nice dinner and at midnight they would watch the fireworks over Gotham. At least that was the plan.

"Hi, Rose, why are you just standing around he-" Robin asked the woman who stood in the hallway, but then slipped on the floor. "What the… did someone drag in snow or something?" he growled, seeing the small, wet puddle. They had had dinner, it was quite late already, and the teen had been on his way to find his lover to see about another 'one last time'.

"My water broke," Rose told him.

"Yes well, this is a marble floor, it's dangerous if it… gets… wet…" Robin's voice died down as he stared up at the woman.

"You're…. you're….?"

"Yes."

"Really?!"

"Would you get up and get Bruce? NOW?!" Rose barked at him, sounding a bit hysterical. She, however, was calm as a summer day compared to the others.

"I'll drive!" the billionaire exclaimed as he came rushing down the stairs, almost slipping on the same spot as Robin had.

"Last time we barely made it out the gate," Slade snorted. "I'll drive."

"Yes, because you're carrying a potted plant," Robin pointed out.

"What?" the man looked down at the fern in his hands. "How did…?"

"I asked you to grab her bag, over there," Robin pointed. "Not just a random object closest to you. I should drive."

"I will drive, gentlemen, now please proceed to the car or you will be left behind," Alfred informed them. He had been a butler for far too long to not learn to handle stressful situations. After all, sometimes they ran out of ice at parties.

With Rose in the front seat, which was easier to get in and out of, and Robin, Slade and Bruce in the backseat, the teen getting quite squashed in the middle, they were off.

"We should have taken one of the bigger cars…" Robin groaned.

"Are you okay, honey?" Bruce asked Rose.

"I'm… fine…" She growled.

"Good," Slade nodded.

"Oh, go gay, Slade… just… go gay…" Robin told the man. "Even I know what 'I'm fine' means in woman-speech."

"Robin's… not… wrong…" Rose let them know. "Honey, make yourself useful and call ahead to the hospital, will you?"

Bruce did that and only had to stop to ask his wife some questions, like 'how far apart are the contractions?', 'are you on any medication?' and 'what's your name again?'

All in all, they had a nice, calm ride to the hospital.

Sometimes it paid off to be rich, because the staff obviously had had orders to give their biggest benefactor and his wife the royal treatment and soon they were in a private delivery room which reminded Robin of a hotel room. But with less cum stains.

"Can we get you anything?" the teen asked.

"How about a blow to the head and wake me when it's over?" Rose asked.

"Sorry, no, not with both Bruce and Slade in the room…" Robin smiled apologetically. "I'm not that brave."

Soon after the doctor came and shooed Slade, Robin and Alfred out. Bruce looked like he wanted to leave as well, but Rose had a death grip on his arm. Then the waiting began.

"Why are chairs in waiting rooms so damn uncomfortable!" the teen demanded to know an hour later. "It's like they don't want you to wait here at all."

"Would you like me to get you some tea?" Alfred asked.

"I've been drinking gallons of the stuff, so no. Please don't," Robin growled.

"I'll have a cup. Raspberry if you can find it," Slade said.

When the old man had disappeared down the corridor, Robin arched an eyebrow at his lover.

"Really Slade? Tea? And raspberry? Very macho."

"Alfred might seem calm but he has been getting people tea for an hour, even the nurses… and I noticed that they were out of raspberry at the coffee station when I walked past there… so it might take him a while…"

"Oh… okay… I guess that's sweet of you… but Slade? When it comes to being nervous… don't you think they want the armrests of the chairs to be straight?"

"And don't you think that they want their magazines to be readable?" the man countered. Robin looked down to discover that the People magazine had had intended to read now mostly was reduced to strips of paper by his feet.

"Well, it's your daughter's fault for taking so long…" Robin muttered.

"It's your father's fault for knocking her up in the first place."

"Fine. As long as we don't blame ourselves for kinda-sorta introducing them…" the teen agreed.

"Perish the thought."

At that moment the door opened and Bruce, his brow sweatier than Robin had ever seen it, came out.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Robin grinned, jumping to his feet.

"The doctor says that she's ready now so it will start soon, just wanted you to know," the father-to-be told them.

"Start!? Then what was the last hour about?" the teen demanded to know.

"How is she?" Slade asked.

"She's fine. She's tough," Bruce chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. The wrists had deep indentions, which would almost certainly bruise.

"That's my girl…" Slade smirked.

"I… I should get back in… Where's Alfred?"

"Right her, Sir. May I get you some tea?"

After that, it went quite quickly, though. They heard a muffled scream about fifteen minutes later, and Robin had to put a hand on Slade's chest, as the man was half way out of his chair.

"You can't go in there."

"Just an automatic reaction," the man muttered and sank down again. Another ten minutes went by and then a very happy Bruce reappeared.

"We have a daughter!"

The waiting room turned into a hugging fest. Slade didn't participate, but Bruce at least got a squeeze on the shoulder, which, as has previously been established, is pretty much the same thing as hug when it came to the mercenary.

"They are just… you know… cleaning up and stuff, so you can see them both soon. I'll let you know," the new father said and disappeared into the room again. Nurses and the doctor soon filed out, smiling at the three waiting outside, and shortly after Bruce waved them inside.

It was a bit strange, and Robin almost felt shy for some reason when he saw Rose in the bed, wearing a hospital gown and holding something small wrapped in a pink blanket.

"Look… there's people here to see you, sweetie…" the woman whispered to the bundle in her arms.

"Hi… are you… are you okay...?" Robin asked as he shuffled closer. None of the others seemed very willing to move either.

"Oh, I'm fine… could do this again any day…" the woman smiled down at her daughter.

"Um… yeah…" Bruce muttered. "Maybe not for a while."

"Robin will get you a vasectomy for Father's day," Slade snorted.

"Slade!" Robin objected.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it," the man promised with a grin. "You can just tell him it's from you."

At that moment a hand freed itself from the blanket and started waving around a bit, and everyone all but stopped breathing.

"It's… it's so small!" Robin gasped and finally came all the way up to the bed. He looked down at a pink little face which was, he had admit, maybe not the prettiest thing he had ever seen, but at the same time the most beautiful. "Woooow…" he breathed.

"Would you like to hold her?" Rose asked.

"No way, I'll drop her!" the teen objected, but the mother just snorted and suddenly the bundle was in his arms. "Oh, god…" he mumbled, half in panic. "What if she… what if she moves!"

"She won't hit you in the face and wrestle you to the ground," Slade told him. "At least not for another few years."

"Your turn!" Robin told him, and then Slade was responsible for the precious little thing. The man, Robin had to reluctantly admit, seemed a great deal more at ease handling a child, but, on the other hand, he had been around Grant and Joey. Alfred got to hold her next, and then she went to her daddy, who seemed slightly awkward, but tried his best.

"Oh, and she's not the only thing that's new…" Robin said as he suddenly noticed something glittering around Rose's neck. It was a gold heart set with diamonds, and she had not been wearing that when they arrived.

"Bruce gave it to me," she smiled. "He had hidden it in my bag so he wouldn't forget it."

"Well, I knew I would have, otherwise…" the man shrugged.

"We don't have anything for the baby or you, though!" Robin realized.

"Oh, damn, because it's not like I don't have everything," Rose smiled. "Although some chocolate…?" All four men, Bruce with the baby included, took a step towards the door before the woman called them back. "Easy! Don't you want to find out her name first?"

"Oh… yeah… would be helpful…" the teen grinned.

"Wouldn't want to call her 'you there' all the time," Slade agreed.

"Well," Bruce said. "We had already decided that, if it was a girl, that we wanted to name her after our mothers."

"Oh, so Lillian Martha? Or Martha Lillian?" Robin asked.

"Martha Lillian… but after what has happened… if we get your blessing, Slade, we'd like to name her Martha Lillian Adeline… and we want her to be called Adeline."

"Yes… that's… I mean, of course," Slade said, and coughed a little. "That is just…"

"… perfect," Robin filled in.

They all jumped at the sound of a faraway explosion, lighting up the room, but then, as red, blue and purple stars filled the sky outside they all laughed.

"Happy New Yea-mmmppff!" Robin had time to say before Slade's lips muffled him.

Little Adeline decided that this was an excellent opportunity for her to give her parents a taste of what they would be woken up to, several times a night, for the next couple of months, and started wailing.

"See? She doesn't approve of those two either," Bruce muttered and hurriedly handed the baby over to his wife, who, after all, had the frontal equipment needed to quiet her down.

"Hush, you… you'd never approve of anyone when it comes to Robin… I don't want to think about what it will be like when our daughter starts dating.

"Will never happen," Bruce and Slade declared as one.

Tuesday, 1'st of January 2013

Slade, Robin and Alfred finally went home about two in the morning. If everything checked out, Rose would be released that very afternoon and the butler was practically buzzing with everything that needed to be done before the baby could come home.

"Alfred, it's all more or less taken care of… Just go to bed," Robin grinned as he dragged himself upstairs. Up in the guest bedroom he stood and looked out over the city for a while, the stray rocket still lighting up the sky now and then.

"She certainly got a nice welcome at least…" he smiled.

"That she did…" Slade chuckled, and then added, disbelievingly, "I'm a grandfather…"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I already thought you were old, remember?" Robin grinned.

Slade snorted and pulled him down on the bed for a kiss. They were both a bit too tired for anything else, though, and just ended up sitting with Slade leaning against the headboard and Robin sitting between his knees, resting against the man's chest.

They so seldom just kissed, though, Slade realized. They kissed a lot, but it usually led to more. Maybe it was time to change that a bit. Then Robin interrupted his thoughts with some of his own.

"They have a daughter… and when we get home, we're moving to the new apartment…" Robin smiled.

"That's the plan, yes."

"About the apartment…" Robin said, hesitating for a bit. "I know we decided that we should break this thing off when I'm twenty five or something, but we're… we're going to stay there for a while, right? "

Slade half chuckled, half sighed and let his chin sink down to rest on top of Robin's head. "How about forever?"

The End.

A/N There! That's it! No more Black Sheep… well.. until I get the next idea, that is… I won't count this universe out yet, but, as I think I stated when I ended Black Sheep 3: there are no plans for more right now… If you want to find out a bit more about young Addie, why not reread story number 72 in Delightful Drabbles: "The Assignment"? It jumps forwards in time seven years, for those who are curious… ;) It was written in 2009, so I'm quite happy I managed to connect that "what if?" story with the actual universe. I'm sure there are plot holes and stuff I missed, and I told you from the start to disregard the time frames, but, you know… all in all… and that story was, actually, why the original Addie had to die. There had to be a REASON for them to name their daughter after Slade's ex wife, after all, so… yeah… see? There WAS a reason Slade couldn't be the "hero"… ;)

Oh, and I know, after the Kitty Litter story, that having three names for the baby and actually having him/her be called the second or last of those names, and not the first, isn't that common in the U.S. as it is here in Sweden, so sorry about that, you just have to pretend that the Wayne's are a little bit untraditional in that respect, because I DIDN'T know that when I wrote "The Assignment", so… yeah… had to stick with the names in that order.

Oh, and no, you didn't get to find out exactly what Addie asked Slade. It's up to you to decide if it was just clearing up the misunderstanding about Slade leaving (because Slade, of course, meant leaving the TOWER, not Robin) or if was something… else… ;) Up to you!

So, Happy New Year everyone! I will probably take a small break now, and, although I won't do any b-day stories/requests in 2013 I will hopefully be back with an AU chaptered Sladin story as soon as I can… (I've JUST started writing the first few lines on it) I hoped you have enjoyed this one!