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A/N. Circus Freak universe. If you haven't read anything from this universe, you might want to catch up before reading this… and don't forget "Kitty Litter" because this continues this drabble. If you are too lazy: Robin is a neko (human with cat ears and tail) due to his genes, he turned into this on his last birthday. He lives with Slade and Red X, is still a hero, but has broken it off with the Titans. In "Kitty Litter" Slade and Red thought Robin was pregnant, they found out that in some rare cases this can happen, and Robin was acting strange… turned out it was a false alarm, though…;)… So, here we go:

Kitty Negotiations

Robin opened the door and peered inside. His ears twitched nervously, but he needn't have worried. The two people in the room were asleep. It was dark, but Robin's very sensitive eyes could make them out clearly, and even if it had been pitch black, his heightened sense of smell could pick them out easily. They were family, after all. His mates.

He entered the room completely, being careful about not getting stuck with his tail in the door, and moved so quietly that a shadow would seem loud in comparison. After fine-tuning his new set of cat-skills, he could make even Slade startle by suddenly appearing behind or in front of him. Robin had had a lot of fun with that for almost a week, before the dominant male had decided that enough was enough. After a game of ´pin the cat´, something Robin though Red X must have made up, they had made him wear a bell for a month.

Robin frowned as he remembered, and touched his dark red leather collar. He had a symbol on it now, a design of a bird in flight, pierced with holes shaped like a cat's eyes and ears. Robin loved it. They had given it to him afterwards, and he had instantly forgiven them their little 'fun'. He found it hard to keep a grudge nowadays.

The cat-boy studied the sleeping bodies. There was a slight distance between them, looking like it was made for him. Maybe it was. He slipped out of his clothes and snuggled in between the men, sighing deeply in contentment.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?!"

Robin was very nearly stuck to the ceiling by his claws from fright, but Slade's arm had shot out and caught him, holding him still. Robin got rid of a bit of the pent-up fright by digging his claws into that arm. Red X was the one who had shouted, however, and he was staring at Robin wildly, making the cat cringe a bit. Red X seldom acted on his dominant behavior, but when he did, he wasn't to be toyed with.

Robin managed a little weak hiss.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT! YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR THREE DAYS! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?"

"Been watchin´ pigeons and stuff…." Robin mumbled.

"Pigeons?" Slade's voice asked in his ear, and Robin stiffened. Slade was pissed. Really pissed. At him. Robin whimpered. Then he remembered that it was he who should be angry. He had, after all, left for a reason. His tail poofed out.

"You thought I was pregnant!" he hissed.

Slade sighed. He should have cut the thief's tongue out before that fatal moment, when it had slipped, a few days ago. Granted, he would miss it occasionally, but it might have been worth it. His old self might have done it too. He was far away from those days now, however… those carefree days, spent mostly alone… peace and quiet… fucking Red X occasionally, when the thief had begged enough… throwing him out once he was done. Slade, that is, he never cared however X was done or not… the teen kept coming back, however, so… Now his days consisted of drama, noise, weird little cat-habits… and thief-habits too, not to forget. Robin was in several ways easier to live with than Red X. Well. Add 'sometimes'. The cat recognized Slade as his leader, though, his dominate mate, which, again with the sometimes, made him easier to control. Red X was a wild-card, ready to accept Slade as an unofficial leader, but not above teasing him. None of them were. Slade didn't understand why he hadn't snapped any of their necks yet, they both deserved it. The thing was… the thing he had been forced to accept was… he had a family now. A drama-filled, noisy, weird, perfect little family. And he loved them. Even though they got on his last nerve at the moment.

"Yeah, well, you weren't, kitten, it was just a hairball, so what's with the hissy-fit?" Red X shrugged.

"You thought I was pregnant and you didn't tell me!" Robin clarified with a growl. "And then you bought those stupid condoms!"

"I thought you liked-" X started.

"I hate banana flavor!"

"Yes, well, but there were others-" The thief's voice had gone from angry and upset to rather panicky and pleading. Robin did get angry now and then, but none of them had seen him this livid in a long time.

"It's not just your decision!" Robin screeched, and Slade blinked as he took a firmer grip on the boy. Up until now he had easily followed Robin's reasoning, but the boy had lost him with this last sentence. It was time to step in.

"Robin, calm down," he said sternly, and the teen stilled. "We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry. We were preparing to get you all the help you would need."

"You still should have told me…" Robin murmured with a sad little whine.

"Yes. Maybe we should." Slade agreed to his own, and the others, astonishment. "Are you calm now? Can I let you go?"

Robin nodded quickly, and, as soon as Slade released him, he turned over and hugged him hard.

"'m sorry…" he mumbled.

"We understand…" Slade rubbed Robin's right ear.

"Sure we do…" Red X told him as well, "we were just worried…"

Robin rolled over and hugged Red next.

"So… what did you mean that it's not our decision? " Slade asked. "The condoms?"

"Yeah… no… I…." Robin sat up and took a deep breath. "I think I want to have a baby."

Two thirds or the room were in chock.

"You… what?" Red X croaked.

"You…" Slade started, but couldn't actually think of anything else to say, so he just quietly seconded Red X's choice of words.

"Yeah, I… remember my heat?"

The two other males in the room nodded enthusiastically.

"I… kinda felt this weird longing then too, but I didn't know what it was, and… now I do, and… I think I'm coming into heat again…"

"Really?" Red X grinned happily, before Slade's hand landed on his shoulder telling him to take it slow and easy.

"So it is biological…" Slade started slowly. "That's the explanation…"

"It's not hormones, it is how I feel!" Robin objected.

"Of course." Slade said quickly, not wanting to mention that it was probably the same thing. "But Robin, we don't even know if you can get pregnant… the… miscalculation necessary, is very, very rare."

"Yeah, and why would you want to have kids, anyway? And be pregnant to boot! Crazy kitten…" Red X shook his head.

"I'm not crazy! I'm happy, I have you, you make me feel safe, we protect each other, and we provide for each other…"

"And this fulfills all the necessary criteria for breeding… contentment, safety and supply…" Slade muttered. "It's logical, again from a biological point of view…"

"Yeah, well, I'm not having logical kids…" Red X snorted.

"No, that's very unlikely…" Slade smirked. "Even Robin's genes wouldn't stand a chance against pure stupidity."

"Hey, I'd like you to know that they would be gorgeous!" Red growled. "And smarterer than yours!"

"Wanna prove it too him?" Robin purred, snuggling closer.

"Yeah! No! Wait! Devious little minx!" Red pulled back a bit and waggled his finger in Robin's face. "No breeding!"

Robin turned to Slade, and he wasn't above pouting and making his eyes look really big and sad.

"Don't you want to be a daddy either?"

"You are still very young, Robin… there is time…"

"But it doesn't feel that way!" Robin exclaimed and jumped out of bed, tail twitching. "Are you two saying you never would want a family with me? Ever?"

"We are not-" Slade started.

"Come on, kitten, it's not fair! Slade might be as old as the streets but hell, I'm not! Maybe I'm not ready to be a dad yet, okay?"

"…old as what?" Slade glared.

"Sooo… if I had been pregnant the last time… would you have kicked me out, or what?" Robin asked miserably, ears drooping.

"Never!" Red X sat up in bed. "How can you even think-"

"We would have taken care of you and the baby, naturally." Slade said sternly. "Red was even picking out baby-names."

"No! I was just vetoing yours! I mean 'George'?! That's just YUUURK! It should be something cool, like… Mercury!"

"George was only a joke." Slade muttered. "I like 'Dominic' for a boy… maybe Alexandra for a girl."

The men heard a quiet giggle and looked up just as they were happily attacked by the resident cat-boy.

"You wanted a baby! You did!"

"We… well… as we started to get over the shock…"

"Then can we start working on one? Please?" Robin asked.

"A baby is not a pet." Slade cut him off. "And I still think you are too young. And what about being a hero?"

"What? I can be a mum and a hero?" Robin mumbled.

"Mum?!" Red X snorted with laughter. "Weeell… I guess you might be called that, but…"

"I'll be a mum! I want to be a mum!" Robin folded his arms and looked pissed once more.

"Sure! Sure you will!" Slade hurriedly said. 'Hormones' he mouthed to Red, who nodded.

"What? Oh!" It finally clicked for Red. "Yes, 'mum' sounds fine to me! Really! I was just fooling around, kay, kitten?"

"Really?" Robin's ears looked like they didn't know what to believe and so did the rest of him.

"Really!" Red promised, shamelessly.

"Mmmmrrrrrr……" Robin started purring and was now crawling up the bed towards Red. "I'll forgive you…"

"You're not trying to seduce me again, are you?" Red, who sometimes caught on quickly, asked.

"Noooo… 'course not… 'm a gooood kitty…" Robin purred still.

"Okay… so… so your hand just happens to be grabbing my-"

"Yes." Robin said in a decisive tone.

"Well… okay…" Red half whimpered.

"Looks like I need to save you from the responsibilities of fatherhood…" Slade sighed and pulled Robin towards him instead, both teens mewing in frustration. Robin, however, soon saw this as an opportunity, and started to kiss Slade's throat.

"Not giving up, are you?" the man chuckled.

"I'm horny!" Robin complained. "Please someone fuck me soon!"

"But-" Red started.

"You can use a condom, then, cowards!" Robin snarled. "I don't care, just take me!"

"Really?" Red asked.

"Cowards?" Slade remarked.

"Come on, as you said, it's not that likely I can get knocked up! And besides, you've fucked me through a heat before, and nothing happened, right?"

"That's true…" Red said, hopefully.

"Yes, statistically…"

"Statistically we should have had like three hundred kids by now!" Robin said, not being logical or reasonable at all, but no one bothered to mention that. "But we don't, so…?"

"All right, but I'm not changing any diapers." Red muttered, and sat up, starting to kiss Robin's back.

"Yes, you will…" Robin said warningly, lashing at him with his tail.

"Okay, but not any poopy ones!" Red relented.

"Yes you will." Robin said again.

Slade chuckled.

"And you will too." Robin told the man sternly, and the grin froze a bit on his face, before he shrugged.

"Fine. It's a one in a million chance anyway…"

Four weeks later Robin started throwing up.

To be continued…?

A/N:

Ahhh… I WANT to continue, I WANT to make this a real M-preg, but I've actually never read an M-preg which is still good after the baby get's there… the pregnancy, though, that's why I WANT to write it, that's the fun part… -sigh- We'll see…