A/N: This is an UNFINISHED drabble… I started writing it, but then I couldn't bring myself to keep working on it, due to a family emergency (see my Deviant Art account's journal if you are curious… ;). It contains a few laughs though, and I can't really use it in anything else, so I thought I'd post it anyway…

This is from the "Circus Freak" universe, that is: SladinX-pairing and Robin is a Neko (human with cat-ears, tail, claws and other attributes)

Kitty Snippet, Halloween 2009

Robin's pointed ears stood straight up and almost quivered in excitement with the news he had to tell his lovers.

"Guess what?!" he hollered, as he landed in the middle of the bed with a thump.

"Ah!" Red X gasped and sat up, clutching his heart. "Stop doing that at three thirty in the morning!"

"But I have news!" Robin explained, his ears slightly lowered now.

"Is there a fire? Or a ticking bomb?" Slade muttered into his pillow.

"No! It's even better!" Robin grinned, getting a weird look from the man. "I met the chief of police!"

"NO! You're not handing me over, are you?" Red X asked worriedly.

"That would be good news…" Slade smirked, lifting his head from the pillow, suddenly more interested.

"Hey!" Red pouted.

"Stop it! Red you know Slade was joking, he loves you!" Robin said, with such a conviction that Slade preferred to just go along with it. "And I would never give you up!... wait… why? What did you do?" Robin's eyes turned as sharp as his claws.

"Err… nothing?" Red said hopefully.

Robin's eyes turned sharper.

"I'm… sorry?" the thief tried.

The piercing blue gaze narrowed.

"…and I'll… take it back? First thing tomorrow?"

"Good." Robin nodded.

Slade made a sound that could have been a snicker, had it come from a lesser man.

Red X glared at him.

"I happen to remember last week, when Robin made you repair that building one of your robots had damaged…" he said snidely.

"Well, it… made a mistake…" Slade tried to explain. "Of course I had to… rectify it..."

"You weren't planning to, before Robin gave you the look."

"I WANNA TELL YOU MY NEWS!" Robin suddenly yelled in frustration. How could the two bicker when he had such wonderful things to tell? He drew a deep breath "We're invited to the Police department's Halloween Party!"

"Are you crazy, they will arrest me and Slade on the spot!" Red X gasped.

"No they won't! You'll be my dates!" Robin snorted. "Besides, it's a costume-party, we have to go!"

"Those are the rules now…?" Red muttered.

"I have a few questions, kitten…" Slade growled as he reached out and grabbed Robin's neck in a firm but gentle grip. The cat-boy immediately turned to jelly and let himself be dragged on top of the mercenary, purring all the way. "First… where exactly did you meet the chief of police at this time of night?"

"Hmmm? Oh, I helped them with some drug-dealers down at the docks…" Robin told them.

"Mafia-related?" Slade asked.

"M-hmm…. Nasty guys… fought dirty too." Robin said, and closed his eyes in bliss as Slade started stroking his ears.

"And you didn't think of asking us for help?" the man asked in a voice which clearly stated that Robin should have.

"What? No! I'm the hero here, that's my job! Your job is to… not be too bad…" Robin finished lamely. Truth be told, he had very little insight when it came to what the other members of his pack actually did do for a living. As long as he didn't find out, he didn't let it bother him. Ignorance is bliss.

"You still could have told us." Red X said, more or less because he liked that Robin was in trouble for once, instead of him.

"Well, you two were sleeping!" Robin defended himself. "What kinds of criminals sleep all night, by the way?" he teased.

"The good ones." Slade said simply.

"Huh?"

"It is only amateurs who need the cover of darkness. The pros can do anything, anywhere, any time."

Robin snorted and rolled off Slade so he was now wedged between the two, in his usual place. He snagged some of the covers, and snuggled in.

"Well, well, then you don't mind going, then, since you won't be working… g'night!"

"I did have more questions…" Slade pointed out.

"Ah, we'll figure out what to dress up as tomorrow…" Robin smiled and closed his eyes.

Slade and Red X looked at each other over the quietly purring form.

"As long as we're up…?" Red X asked. "It is his fault for waking us, after all…"

Slade smirked and nodded.

They pounced.

"How about the three musketeers?" Robin suggested the next day. He was sitting cross-legged on a table in their small kitchen, scribbling on a piece of paper.

"I'm not wearing a frilly shirt." Slade said decisively. Somehow the issue of not wanting to go had been set aside, and now the discussion had turned to what to wear.

"And I'm not going if Slade has to wear a frilly shirt, especially not if he also get's to have one of those fencing-sword-thingys." Red said in the same tone. "That will be pure carnage."

"Pirates?" Robin said hopefully.

"Again, frilly shirts." Slade shot him down.

"Oh, but you would be so handsome!" Robin tried. "And you can even wear your eye patch! Oh, it's brilliant; no one even knows what you really look like!"

"That is kind of the point!" Red X sighed. "I'm not showing my real face at a police-party, I'm not that stupid!"

"Oh." Robin mumbled as it dawned on him that that might be a bad idea. "Okay, but it would be fun to be dressed as a group… or should we have separate costumes?"

"Ooohhh… I know!" Red X grinned. "How about Star Wars? Slade as Darth Vader, I'll be Bobba Fett, and… well you can be Princess Leia."

"I have to pretend I didn't hear that, or I will never want to have sex with you again…" Robin threatened.

"Likewise." Slade agreed, as he was cutting up some meat for lunch.

"Vampires and vampire-slayers?" X suggested weakly.

"Frilly shirt." Slade said.

"Doesn't have to be!" Robin objected. "But you don't really have the build for a vampire…" he added.

"He can be the slayer? Threatening us with his mighty stake?" Red X grinned.

"That is our mighty stake, and I don't want him waving that around in other people's faces…" Robin grinned naughtily, almost making Slade slice his thumb off. The teens snickered happily, before Robin looked back down on his paper and got back to business.

"Let's see… it's Halloween, maybe it should be something scary…?"

"But what's scary? Except Slade, but we can't all dress like him…" Red said.

"Dogs are scary…" Robin shuddered.

"Yeah, but a cat dressed as a dog? I don't think so…" Red smirked.

"Nah." Robin agreed.

"I know!" Robin exclaimed suddenly. "Norse gods! Slade has one eye, so he'll be a great Odin! Loki was a shape-shifter so I'll be him, and Red can be… I don't know… Thor?"

"Who's Thor?" Red asked suspiciously.

"Big guy, slayed giants… had a cool hammer which always returned to him after he had thrown it… err… god of thunder, had this wagon drawn by two big goats."

"Well, though a boomerang hammer sounds semi-cool…" Red started, "…but goats…? Who had the eight-legged horse? Wasn't there one?"

"Yeah, but Sleipner was Odin's… Odin also had a magic spear called Gugner, two wolves called Gere and Freke and, of course, his ravens; Hugin and Munin…"

"Hey, why does Slade gets all the cool stuff?"

"Because he's the king of the gods?" Robin asked wryly. "Besides, you have a wife who gives the gods apples of immortality…"

"I'm married?! Well, screw that, then… unless I'm having an affair with Loki…" Red asked hopefully.

"Ermm… no… they were like brothers…" Robin rolled his eyes.

"Okay… and I don't want to be that ponce who was killed by a twig either…"

"Baldur?" Robin grinned. "Nah, I think that 'loved by all' isn't your thing…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Red pouted.

Robin laughed.

"Nothing… but I must say that I'm impressed with your education… you've actually heard about Scandinavian mythology…"

"Yeah, well… it didn't suck as much as math…" Red said, looking a bit proud. Robin smiled and pulled him up to the table for a kiss, feeling, somehow, that his mate had deserved it.

"Okay," he sighed afterwards "let's scratch that idea, then… what else?"

"Well, I didn't especially mind being a deity…" Slade smirked at them, throwing the meat in the frying pan.

"Big surprise!" Red snickered.

"Let's forget about actual characters… what do we want to wear?" Robin asked the room. "Slade wants a whole mask, right?"

The man nodded.

"Red?" Robin asked.

"Well, a half mask will do, as long as no one can see who I am… If I'm going to a party I'd like to eat, thank you."

"Okay, good…" Robin wrote this down. He himself seldom wore a mask any longer. His features had changed so drastically that no one would ever recognize the old Dick Grayson now.

"And you, I'd like to see in something skimpy…" Red grinned.

"I'll second that…" Slade smirked.

"Perverts…" Robin muttered. "But like-wise…" he added with a grin.

"Sooo… what more do we like? Red?"

"Glittery stuff?" Red grinned. "Gold?"

"Slade?" Robin asked.

"Hmmm… historical?"

"Oookay…" The cat-boy suddenly started grinning in a rather frightening way. "I've got it!"

"What?" the older males asked worriedly.

"You'll see…"

"Err… what if we don't want to wear it?" Red X asked.

"Weeeelll…" Robin pondered. "Then you don't love me…" he decided. "You do love me, don't you?"

"It depends…" Slade admitted. "Is the shirt…?"

"No! It's not frilly! You won't even get one!" Robin threatened, at the end of his rope.

"Well, that's fine then." Slade said, content in the knowledge that he might end up looking like an idiot, but at least he wouldn't have to wear a silly-looking shirt.

The End

A/N: yeah, sorry, there it ends! So strange to post an unfinished story, but I actually ended up using the costume idea for my Christmas thing- so… err… couldn't go on… I hope it was good for a snicker at least, even if you will have to wait until the 12'th of December to find out, more or less, what at least Slade was wearing…;o)

EDIT: Thank you Billie the fourth sage who pointed out that it was Baldur, not Frey (as it orignially said) who got "killed by a stick". I have no idea where my mind was when I fucked THAT up... ;)