Today we have another couple of twins! This means two stories and this is the first one…

Oh, but I made a mistake! Kiratoya's story should have been up today, not on the 20'th… so triplets! UNLESS I messed up and confused one of your dates, or missed someone… in that case I'm very sorry, let me know!

A/N: Happy b-day jamineyaoi (july 28)

Finally! The last (?) part of Demon Bride! 18 pages long, and if this it too fluffy for you, check out the next story of today, which is fluffy but in a whole other way… ;)

Demon Parents, Part Two: Chicken?

"You can't call your baby 'Spot', Speedy!" Robin objected.

"I'm not! I'm calling the egg 'Spot'… because it's spotty!" the redhead objected. It had been nearly a week since the eggs had been born, or laid, perhaps, and the couple had now had time to relax considerably, even letting the others touch their unhatched offspring.

Slade and Robin had given the new parents a special blanket, which magically kept the eggs at a perfect temperature for when neither one of the couple could keep them warm. The 'warm' issue had caused quite a lot of laughter in the Tower, and Green Arrow almost died as he first saw his ward with the weird contraption he was now wearing.

"Don't listen to Uncle Robin, Spot, you are very pretty and have a very pretty name," the archer said, adjusting the egg against his chest.

"Yes, and you have a four-breasted tranny for a mother," Robin cooed at it, as it rested in one of four 'cups' secured to the other young man's front.

"It is not a bra; it's a egg-holder!" Speedy hissed.

"Come on…"

"Okay… okay… it's a gigantic four-cup bra, but what can I do? Some of the winged demons develop these carrying pouches, like Red has on the base of his wings, but it's not like I can do that!"

"Guess, not... still looks damn funny, though…" Robin grinned. "Wait, do you really let him carry them around in those?"

"No way, he'd forget himself and start flying or something…" Speedy snorted. "And I don't care that I look like an idiot, I like having them near…" he smiled and sank into 'new parent mode' where nothing really could reach him.

After a while Robin coughed, however.

"So… um… when you say you haven't changed physically…?"

"The ass-thing? Totally tight again, back to normal, enjoyed by all, don't worry," the archer said.

"NO, I… but that's good to know, I guess, but I mean… there haven't been any… other changes with you? Something… weird?"

"No… like what?"

"It's nothing, I…"

"What, Robin? Come on, I told you about the ass-thing! Share!"

"I… okay…" Robin looked around, but they were alone in his and Slade's living room, and he knew the Titans had a charity thing that day so no one was likely to walk in. "Promise not to freak, okay?" he begged and lifted his maternity top.

"W-Wow… that's… wow…"

"Yeah… I… it's really…? Isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's boobs. Small, sure, but you definitely got boobs …" the archer said and just stared. "Can I touch them?"

"No! I mean... that would be weird, right?" Robin asked.

"Yeah… but come on! Your best friend suddenly sprouts boobs, it's like… you have to let me cop a feel!"

"Kay, just... quickly," Robin nodded, blushing. "Hey, that's enough! Seriously, you touch girls like that?"

"Whenever I can!" the young man grinned. "Or well… when I was still single and not a mother to four eggs… Why did that sound so normal to me now?"

"So, have you come up with names for the others?" Robin asked, eager to change the subject.

"This is Eggbert," Speedy said and gestured to a bluish-colored egg. "This is Eggby," he presented an egg which was more yellowy-white, "and this is Egglina," he said, caressing the last one which was pristinely white.

"So… Eggbert, Eggby, Egglina and… Spot?" Robin asked.

"Yup."

"Run, Spot, run…" the black-haired teen muttered.

"So, when are you gonna tell Slade about his new toys?" the redhead asked.

"His what?"

"The boobies. Because it's pretty clear you haven't."

"No… I've been wearing a pajama-top and everything… um… so, do you think it's weird?"

"Weird as hell, but, in our case, that means it's completely normal…" Speedy shrugged. "You should just flash him. I bet that would just make his day."

Maybe his young husband's new additions didn't make Slade's day, but… well… yes. They did. And Robin was convinced that they were perfectly natural… but apparently needed a lot of examination.

"Hey, they are for making food for our child, not for you to grope!" Robin snapped after a while.

"Then maybe you should stop touching them?" Slade suggested with a smirk.

"Why? They're mine," Robin pouted.

At seven months Robin was beginning to get tired of the whole thing.

"Everything hurts!" he moaned one morning after breakfast. "Slade, could you rub my feet, please?"

"Love, of course I would, but I have an important-"

"RUB MY FEET, YOU BASTARD! RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes love," the demon lord quickly amended, and, while the Titans were snickering the large man sank down on the floor trying to ease his husband's pain.

"Why couldn't I have had eggs?" Robin muttered. "Look at Speedy, he practically has a flat stomach again already! Why couldn't I have that, Slade?"

"I'm not a winged demon, Love, so-"

"Exactly! Why couldn't you have been a winged one? Was that too much to ask?"

"Look, Robin, bacon!" Beast Boy, who was desperate enough to even resort to meat to avoid another eruption from Robin-the-Volcano, said and pushed a plate towards him.

"Oooh, bacon!" Robin grinned happily and started eating.

"Huh… hormones…" Speedy grinned, and all eyes, except Robin's, turned to him. "What? I was never that bad!"

"Keep telling yourself that, my gem," Red X grinned.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" the archer growled.

"Ops. Too soon…" the black demon groaned. "Love you?"

"On the floor, right now. I need my feet rubbed as well," the archer demanded.

"But you're not-? Okay!" his husband said after one last glare and copied Slade's move.

"That's enough, I need to get everything ready," Robin suddenly said and pushed his husband away.

"Um… like what?" Cyborg asked.

"Like the crib! And there are not enough clothes and blankets. And how about all the safety things on the sockets and stuff?" Robin said, sounding a bit stressed.

"Well, the kid won't come out crawling, so-"

"How do we know?" Robin snapped.

"Maybe a bit of rest would-" Slade tried.

"DO YOU WANT YOUR CHILD TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR?"

"Let's go call Alfred, you said something about Bruce's crib, didn't you?" Speedy said. "And ignore them, they just don't understand," he added, making sure his eggs were comfortable in their harness. "Come and we'll put the eggs in their bed for a while… you're gonna be good without mommy, right?"he added to his children who… well… didn't really make any promises, to be honest.

Robin followed the archer to his and Red X's room where they had squeezed in a big, round crib lined with soft, warm blankets. Speedy carefully put the eggs down one by one and swept the heat-blanket around them.

"There. Behave," he grinned.

"We need more space," Robin suddenly realized. "Especially you, but we as well, we only have one bedroom…"

"Yeah, we really need to look at some plans… lucky it's a big tower, huh?" the redhead smirked.

"Wanna share a floor? What if we have separate bedrooms but share like a play-area and kitchen, like the common-room?" Robin asked.

"The kids would love that!"

"Great, let's call Alfred and then we'll start planning!" the black haired young man said, truly excited about something again for the first time in a few weeks.

"Master Richard, did you swallow a beach ball?" the old butler smiled.

"Yes, and the damn thing keeps growing…" Robin grinned. "Al, I was wondering… it's getting closer and… umm... you said there might be some stuff we could borrow for the baby?"

"It's all cleaned, packed and ready," the man smiled. "Have been for weeks. Actually, Master Bruce and I was about to call and ask if it would be alright if we came by for a visit in a few days? We'll go through that portal, but only if it's a good time now. Bruce still remembers being pinned by Red X after coming over unannounced."

"YES! Please come!" Robin would have jumped up and down in his seat if he had been able to. "Everything has calmed down here so there's no danger anymore, sorry about that time… But hurry, because there's just so much to do, and-"

"No, no, young man, you take it easy, understood? Everything will be ready, don't you worry," the butler said.

Speedy expected another explosion, but Robin only nodded solemnly and swore to take things slow. He had forgotten about that the moment the butler disappeared from the screen, though.

"Do you want to go shopping for baby-clothes?" he asked his friend.

"Of course I do!" Speedy grinned. "Let me just get the eggies."

Cyborg drove them into the city, very, very carefully, and the T-car seemed confused about the low speed. The eggs were secured in a specially made car-seat which Queen Industries had found themselves developing. It looked a bit like a giant egg-carton but it did its job.

"I feel like I'm in a high-school TV-show… you know in one of those episodes where the characters have to care for an egg?" Speedy grinned as they drove.

"Ew, did you ever see the Buffy-one? Creepy…" Robin grimaced and glanced at the unhatched quadruples.

"Mine will be prettier. Hopefully," the redhead smiled. He was completely alright with him and Robin teasing each other but if anyone else would have made a comment like that, he would have ripped their throat out. No matter how 'back to normal' he might seem from the outside, his hormones were still running very high, urging his protective instincts on.

Suddenly Robin apparently saw something.

"Stop!" he yelled and then opened the car door before the vehicle was completely still. "Red!" he cried up to the demon flying above them, who had insisted on being their guard. "Stop that car!" the teen hero said and pointed to a blue sedan which was now quite far ahead of them.

"Yes, My Queen!" the demon nodded and shot ahead, while Cyborg followed as quickly as he dared. Red X managed his task pretty easily, because if a black, winged creature landed on the hood of your car you pretty much had to step on the breaks. The man inside was still frozen when Robin waddled up to him.

"Do you know what you did?" the teen yelled.

"I… I… I didn't do anything, I…" the man, claimed, wondering why he was being yelled at by a heavily pregnant boy in a mask. A mask that looked familiar, somehow… "Are… are you the Teen Titans!"

"Hell yes, we are, and you were speeding! YOU WERE SPEEDING IN A SCHOOL AREA!"

"I… I… I'm… I'm…" the man stammered.

"My child might go to that school in a few years!" the teen snarled.

"So might mine!" a redheaded teen said, suddenly showing up next to the other one wearing some kind of bizarre bra. With… eggs? The man in the car wondered if that cake he had had at work might have been laced with something.

"Guys," said a new voice, and this time it belonged to a half robot, but at least the man recognized Cyborg and the young man looked normal. Well. For him. "I'm sure the dude is sorry, aren't you?"

"V-very! Very sorry! I… I didn't see the signs, I… It will never happen again!"

"See that it won't," Robin growled with a silent promise of replications if it did. "But you are right, I think the signs were a bit hidden by tree branches. Why haven't those trees been trimmed? How the hell is this city run, anyway? Let's go to the mayor's office!"

The Mayor of Jump City had been enjoying having a demon it town. Things were so quiet, people were happy and the city was really blooming. So angry voices wasn't something he had heard in a while, and when his door was thrown open with a last yell of "He'll talk to me when I tell him to!" he grabbed the edges of his desk and prayed that, whatever it was, would go away quickly.

He stared at the creatures who were pushing into his office and winced. What was going on now?

"Citizens, please, how can I help you?" he croaked out.

"We are tired of not getting any priority!" Robin yelled out, "When will this city take our needs seriously!"

"I… I assure you that we work a lot for the transgender community and-"

"WHAT? I'm talking about us parents! Our children need to be safe!"

Only as the mayor spotted Red X and Cyborg behind the other two, did he realize who he was talking to. Robin and Speedy hadn't been visible much lately, and it was now rather clear why.

"Oh… I… Congratulations!" the man managed and produced a big smile.

At once, the scowl on Robin's face died away.

"Thank you!" the young hero said and caressed his large bump. "Speedy had quadruplets!"

The mayor's brain said 'Those are eggs, those are giant eggs!' but his mouth gushed praise over the 'children'. He was a politician after all, and a damn good one.

"So what can I do for you?" he asked as everyone had settled down. Half an hour later, as the group left, the mayor looked down on about ten pages of 'suggested' improvements. He lifted his phone.

"Cheryl, could you get me the city planning office, please? Yes. It's very urgent. Trust me."

Robin and Speedy left the office happy and relieved, convinced that their children would grow up in a safer city now. With that sorted, they went shopping as they had planned, and all was well until Robin found a t-shirt for little girl which had "tease" printed on it. The staff, and later the whole company, got an earful about 'appropriate clothes' after that.

Later that day, back in their sofa, Robin realized something.

"I had no idea there were so many dangers out there! How do kids even survive? And being a parent must be… oh god… how… Speedy, I can't do this!"

"I think it might be a bit too late for both of us there," his friend shrugged.

"But I'm not ready! I don't know anything!"

"We're not alone, we have our husbands and our friends, and-"

"Pft, Slade? He took one look at that instruction from IKEA and said it was the work of the devil. Literally. He knew the guy! What does he know about child safety, huh? For all I know demon babies have snakes for toys or something!"

"Well… not poisonous ones at least?" Speedy thought. "But don't worry; Red is great with the eggs! Apart from that 'forgot about not flying'-thing, but, hey, I put Spot upside down once so…"

"I'm scared about giving birth too…" Robin mumbled.

Speedy grabbed his friend's hand, something he wouldn't have considered before the whole baby deal. Sometimes he suspected being pregnant had turned him into a bit of a girl. Go figure.

"Hey… I'm not saying it won't hurt, because it will. A hell of a lot. But trust me, it's worth it, and when it's over you'll have a baby! I'm scared too, you know… not all eggs hatch, and if they all do I'll have four babies to care for all of a sudden! And, even so, just thinking that even one of them won't hatch, that… that just breaks my heart!"

"I'm sure they will all be fine," Robin smiled bravely. "And me too… I'm just freaking out a bit… sorry…"

"Heh, well, we'll just freak out together then… let our boys pick up the pieces, right?"

"Yeah, we've earned it…" Robin mumbled. "And a nap… I think I've earned a nap as well…"

"I'm just going to go check on Red and the eggies and I'll join you," Speedy grinned. "I need all the rest I can get before the little devils hatch."

The redhead was back just minutes later informing Robin that he had found Red reading some demon fairy tale book about evil princesses to the eggs, and the two friends huddled up in the couch falling asleep within minutes.

"Alfred!" Robin exclaimed as the butler came out from the elevator.

"Dad," Slade smiled and shook a somewhat perturbed Bruce's hand. The demon didn't mean to tease, though; the title, which he had picked up on the human plane, was, the demon was convinced, the best way to show his love and respect for Robin's family. "Grandfather!" he added and hugged Alfred.

"I'm so glad you came!" Robin said, tears running down his cheeks without him noticing. "Oh! Are those cookies, Al?"

"I brought enough for everybody," the man beamed and handed over a large box to the pregnant young man.

"I have a feeling these are all mine…" Robin grinned.

"Just don't eat them all at once," the old man warned him.

"Weeell… I think the baby wants me to," Robin chuckled. "Right, Raven?" he asked his friend.

"Actually, yes. The baby like the endorphin-rush you get from eating things you really like, so…" the woman smiled. "But I still say you can only have three."

"Five!"

"Four."

"Fine." Robin opened the box and took the cookies he had been allowed, before, pouting, having to hand it over to Starfire, who put it on the top shelf.

"That's not fair, I can't reach them up there!" Robin, who had long since been forbidden from climbing anything, objected.

"That's the idea. You'll get your cookies, but you won't get to stuff yourself. It's not good for you," mother-Raven lectured.

"Yes, mum…" the teen muttered, but then brightened up again as he turned to the company. "Come! You have to look at the blueprints we drew up for our new apartments!" he said and dragged Batman and Alfred to his work-room where articles and files about crimes had had to move over for blueprints, color swatches and articles about room decorations for kids.

"So, when will you start the work?" Bruce asked after seeing the plans.

"As soon as possible," Slade said. "I told them that magic and my access to a close to unlimited workforce could have it done very quickly, but apparently there are building regulations…"

"We just don't want things to suddenly fall apart of turn into something else, angel," Robin grinned. "We're still painting with magic… just think of it, testing all different colors in a blink of an eye? That will be cool!"

"Ollie had some contacts; he's sending people here to start next week. Hopefully it will all be done when the kids hatch," Speedy smiled and hugged his husband with one arm, as he was carrying his brood around on his chest.

"I'd love to help as well," Bruce said, "I can't let Oliver take all the credit. I'd never hear the last of it."

"Heh…. with a bit of competition going on we might get it done in one month instead of two…" the archer grinned.

"Thank you Bruce! But speaking about helping, where are those things we could borrow?"

"Not borrow, they are yours if you want them," the man said. "They are still in the cellar, though, some of those boxes weighs a ton."

"That's what demons are good for. Slade, Red, could you bring everything up to the common room, please?"

"Of course, love," the demon lord bowed with a grin. "Glad to be of service in any way I can."

"You know what?" Speedy said as the demons had left. "I think Slade has begun to learn sarcasm…"

"Yeah, and doesn't speak quite as formally anymore either…well, not always anyway. Did you hear him tell Beast Boy to shut up the other night?" Robin asked. "I mean, normally it would be like 'I would be very happy if you would cease making that noise, thank you'."

"I thought BB would wet himself, and it wasn't even like he was shouting or anything…" Speedy snickered. "Well… let's waddle to the common room shall we? Well… you waddle… I'll shuffle. Damn kids, you are getting heavy!"

Not only where the eggs getting heavier, they had all also noticed that they were, very slowly, betting bigger, almost like the strange, thick shell was stretching. They had gone from a double-D to at least an E, as Speedy had remarked.

"I must warn you that some of the things might be a bit… dated," Bruce said worriedly as they were almost to their goal. "As I said, keep only what you want, it's-"

"Awww! That's beautiful!" Robin exclaimed as he saw the cot standing in the middle of the floor. "It looks old!"

"My grandfather was the first who slept in it, I think,"

"Your great grandfather," Alfred corrected him. "And his siblings. The names of the children who have slept in it are all written down here on the side."

"Oh, that's just…" Robin began but then burst into tears. He gestured calmingly to the alarmed guests. "H-hormones… I'll… I'll be okay…"

"It looks like a kind of miniature four-poster bed," Speedy, who was, as the others, used to some sudden blubbering from his leader, said.

"It indeed has a canopy, I've washed the fabric and we'll set it all up tomorrow," the butler nodded.

"I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUUUUUUCH!" Robin wailed.

Green Arrow took the opportunity to visit as well, and he brought Speedy a gift which thrilled the redhead.

"A stethoscope? That's brilliant! I'm gonna listen to the eggies!" he grinned and, after setting the eggs down carefully in a large basket with their blanket, he began. "I can hear ticking! Are we having a watch?" he asked his husband with a smile.

"Yeah, a cuckoo clock," Robin, who had calmed down a bit, giggled.

"I think that's the chick's heart, my gem," the red haired demon said.

"I know that, I'm not an idiot," Speedy snorted. "Hi Eggbert! Anyone home?" When the archer put the chest piece to the last egg, Spot, however, he seemed to tense. "Spot? I... I can't hear anything!" he stuttered.

The whole room grew quiet, and then, suddenly, Speedy broke out in a smile.

"There! There is it! I must have listened at the wrong end or something."

"Yeah… stop listening to Spot's ass," Beast Boy giggled.

Robin had a go at the stethoscope as well, first listening to all the eggs and then to his own stomach.

"May I?" Alfred asked and gestured to the teen's swollen belly and Robin just grinned and nodded. "Sure! I'm used to people touching it by now."

"So am I," Slade sighed. "I have almost stopped feeling like I should rip their arms off when they do as well."

"You just don't love me anymore," Robin teased him.

"How can I not? Heavy with my child, showing the world the strength of my seed…? My love for you is without boundaries, my queen," the demon lord said importantly, and, as usual when he was in full 'lord-mode' his voice boomed.

"Um. Yes. Thank you. Love you too," Robin mumbled, dark red in the face.

"I said something to embarrass you again, didn't I?" Slade realized and looked around the room.

"Yes, well, when people rub the mom's belly we're really trying not to think about how it got that big…" Speedy smirked.

"But surely the fathers must be proud of what their loins-"

"Please! Angel! No more talk about your… parts, okay?" Robin stopped him. "I'm just going to declare them amazing, and that's it, okay?"

"Yes…? Well?" Slade asked.

"Well, what?"

"We are waiting for the declaration," the demon clarified.

"I… I…" Robin stammered, but his husband suddenly grinned. "You were joking!" the teen realized.

"That I was. Although I'm very happy that you let our family know the truth," the soon-to-be father smiled proudly.

"Yes, we are ecstatic as well," Bruce groaned.

"Come on, gramps, why don't you and I go find a nice and seedy bar somewhere and try to forget what we just heard?" Green Arrow suggested and slung a friendly arm around the Dark Knight's neck.

"Are you sure alcohol can do that?" Bruce asked.

"Almost certainly."

"Then let's go."

The day after was really the day after for the grandfathers-to-be, but Oliver, at least, made himself useful as brooding hen, and he and Bruce spent the afternoon telling the eggs all kinds of stories, some of which might not have been appropriate for their age-group.

Still, this freed Speedy up for some much longed-for time in the gym where he was watched by a jealous Robin.

"Cheer up, bro, you'll do crunches again in no time," the redhead grinned.

"I don't even fit in some of the machines!" his leader complained.

"Well, why don't you sit down on one of the chairs and try to get up again, that should burn enough calories for a whole work-out… and it is fun as hell to watch," his dear friend snickered.

"I hate you so much. I'm going to go help Al and Slade with the crib…" Robin muttered.

It turned out that it was almost done, however, set up in their bedroom, but the teen began stocking the new wardrobe they had gotten with baby-clothes and linen, only beginning to sob once or twice at a pair of small socks or onesies.

"Only four more weeks to go…." Robin groaned from his place on the couch.

"Yeah… then goodbye peace and quiet," Speedy nodded from his side where he was using the stethoscope on the eggs again.

"I still feel a bit cheated you know…" the dark haired hero admitted. "If this had been a normal… I mean if I had been a woman and Slade had been human… then we would have had a due-date and classes and like ultrasound pictures, and stuff… and, what I'd really like, which is a fucking hospital at my disposal…"

"Well, people are standing by and everything…" Speedy shrugged.

"They were for you too, but Red wouldn't let anyone in… and Slade has been so testy lately… he growls at everyone except me and he seems to want to just carry me around all the time."

"I'm not that bad," a growl sounded from the floor, where Slade, as he couldn't possibly fit on the couch as well, had taken up position.

"No, angel," Robin sighed and ran his hand through the man's hair, like he was petting a large dog. "I'm just tired."

"I told you not to get out of bed," his husband grumbled.

"And I told you to go fuck yourself," the fair queen responded sweetly.

"You're such a cute couple," Speedy grinned.

Slade got worse and worse, and when there was less than a week left to the expected birth he wouldn't let anyone near except Speedy and Red X. Even Bruce and Alfred had to talk to Robin from across the common room, and that was before Slade decided that Robin shouldn't leave their apartment at all, preferably not even the bed. Their new place was finished, but the teen as well as his husband felt strangely safer in their old rooms and had decided not to move until the baby was born.

Robin was reclining in bed while Speedy was curled up in a big chair next to it, when it happened. There was a strange noise from the egg-basket. Lately the 'chicks' had begun to make little cooing noises to each other and they all had been fascinated with the sounds, but this was more of a tapping sound.

"Oh my god, I think they are hatching!" Speedy cried and shot to his feet.

Slade, who had been just outside to get something for Robin, shot through the door and managed to crack the doorframe as his body grew uncontrollably at what he first thought was a cry of distress.

"Get Red!" Robin ordered his husband, but the other demon just pushed through the door as well. It all got a little tense as Red's protective side flared up, but there was no way the other couple could move out of the way right now, with Robin not being able to get out of bed without help. A few deep breaths calmed the demons down, however, and they all focused on what was happening in the basket, where one of the eggs were now rocking from side to side.

"Come on, baby… come on, Egglina, you can do it!" Speedy encouraged his child. "Should we help?"

"Not yet, only if the chick needs it," Red said tensely, spreading his wings out to shield his family.

Robin had shuffled to the edge of the bed and peered over the side curiously, into the basket. Suddenly the active egg seemed to split open a little at the top and something oozed out. Then Red's wing got in the way.

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed.

"The chick needs to see his parents first," Slade explained and, having gotten on the bed as well, pulled Robin back against him to wait.

"Hi… Hi little one… are you going to come out and say hello?" Speedy asked, out of sight.

"That's it, tear the shell… that's my strong chick," Red X urged his child on as well. "That's it! Good!"

"What's happening?" Robin asked worriedly.

"We can see the baby! He's so dark and wet… why won't the shell just crack already? It's like… rubbery!"

"Maybe you're having a crocodile…?" Robin grinned.

"Oh, shut up, it's definitely a baby and… ooooohhh…."

The new parents rustled a bit and there were a faint but very determined cry.

"Oh, he's all wet… my poor baby…" Speedy cooed.

"It's a he?" Robin asked.

"Yes, it's a boy! Well… for now…" Speedy said, remembering the strange gender development of demons.

"There are towels in the wardrobe, take anything you need!" Robin said, but for now the others just sat there, cooing and caressing their newly hatched child, who were making some noises back.

"Do you think he's hungry?" Speedy asked.

"Chicks don't have to eat for hours after they hatch, because that would mean starving babies in large families, as they usually hatch close together," Red explained. "But we'll get him something soon."

"See? Why haven't you told me this? I need to know all these things!" Speedy complained.

"Sorry, it's like… coming back to me little by little," Red apologized.

"Your daddy is silly," the archer told his son. "Oh, look at his eyes! You are so beautiful!".

"Well, I wouldn't know because you two are hogging him," Robin muttered.

"Can we show the others now?" Speedy asked, and Red X hesitantly nodded. A moment later Robin found himself with something warm, damp, and wriggling in his arms.

"Look at that… his skin is so dark, but not as dark as Red's... and he has his mum's eyes… and that little white stripe down his nose is so cuuuute! But he doesn't have wings?"

"Yes, he does, do you feel the small ridges on his back? Those will develop into wings over time. And the markings will spread and change with him as he grows as well," Red said proudly. "But a stripe like that is considered lucky."

"Maybe we should name him that? Lucky?" Speedy asked. "Because I'm really feeling lucky right now too…"

"Yeah, you can't call him Egglina, that's for sure," Robin snorted. "Oh… Slade, I want one of these!"

"I think that's taken care of," his husband answered smugly and placed a hand on Robin's stomach.

"But I want one now!"

"You can't wait one more week?"

"No!"

"Well, I'm sure you can borrow Lucky while the other eggs hatch," the demon shrugged. "Wait… Robin, why is your t-shirt wet?"

"Huh? Oh, damn, I'm leaking like crazy. Boobies, turn it off! It's not my kid!" Robin scoffed. "Hey, Speedy, could you… oh." Robin just discovered that the new parents had turned to the egg-basket again, where the sound of yet another baby escaping it's confinements could be heard. All in all, no one was interested in Robin's desire to clean off. "Guess you're stuck with me until your siblings get here, huh?"

"He's very small," Slade stated, a large finger brushing a tiny hand, who grabbed at it.

"Small is good. I'm going to have to push one of these out of me, you know. I hope ours is like half this size," Robin muttered, stroking the head which had tufts of red hair.

Half an hour later three babies had been hatched, and now the family had two boys and one girl. They were all dried and a feeding was going on. Although Robin was a bit hesitant about the food.

"Are you sure you can give them solids? I mean, I know it's mashed, but-"

"Yes, winged demons don't have to be breastfed, or their mothers would have to have like twenty tits…" Red grinned.

"Oh, thank god… I mean, I wouldn't mind what Robin has, but twenty?" Speedy shook his head in relief as he spoon-fed some kind of mush to Lucky. "Now eat your… was this peas? Yes, eat your peas, that's a good boy."

There was one egg left to hatch, however, and as the hours passed, the worry rose. The family had moved to their apartment now, and Robin and Slade had followed to help and support them.

"Spot? Honey? Are you going to come out of there? If you don't like peas, we have applesauce?" Speedy told the egg.

"He's probably just watching TV in there or something," Robin said softly.

"Where did I put the stethoscope? Has anyone seen it?" the archer asked, his voice straining with anxiety.

"SShh… no, I don't know where it is right now, but Spot's just a late hatcher, I'm sure he'll be along soon," Red X said, cradling his green-eyed daughter, who's skin was almost as light as Speedy's but with a grey shimmer to it. Their second son was pitch black, and, so far, they were all red-heads, but, after all, they had the genes for it. "You are going to be such a little joy, aren't you? How about that for a name? Joy?" he suggested looking down on the little girl.

"Joy's fine," Speedy said, but didn't take his eyes, or hands, off the last egg.

At this point Slade noticed Robin taking a small step to his side, like he was almost losing his balance.

"I'm taking you back to bed right now."

"…not tired…" Robin mumbled.

"Sure you're not," Slade snorted and lifted his husband up like he weighed nothing, stomach and all.

"But I wanna stay!" the teen objected.

"Yes, but you're not allowed to. Red and Speedy needs some time alone to bond as well. Say goodnight."

"… night…" Robin mumbled dejectedly.

"Night," Speedy said, not even looking up.

When Robin woke up the next morning the first thing he asked about was Spot.

"Has it hatched yet?"

"No, not yet." Slade sighed as he put the breakfast tray on the bed. "There's always a risk that… well…"

"No. No way. No, Spot's okay!" Robin almost growled, like it was Slade's fault.

"Of course," the demon, who had learned a thing or two these past months, nodded. "He's just taking his time."

As soon as he could, Robin ignored that he wasn't allowed to leave the rooms and waddled upstairs to find Speedy cradling the egg and one baby at the same time.

"Hi…" the Titan leader said, awkwardly.

"Hi…"

They sat quietly for a long time, and then, just as Robin was starting to think about what to say if the egg never hatched, it made a sound. It was a very small sound, but it seemed distressed.

"Red! Red!" Speedy yelled, thrusting the baby, the so far unnamed boy, to Robin. "It's Spot! He needs help!"

Robin watched, his heart hammering like crazy, as the parents carefully broke the shell and the sound got a little louder.

"Oh, god, he's tiny… so tiny… is he alright?" the archer almost cried.

"I think the shell was just a bit too thick for him," Red calmed him. Look, he's moving and he's opening his eyes… he's okay…"

"So it's another boy, then?" Robin asked curiously as those damn wings had shot out to shield everything again.

"It's… oh," Speedy's voice faltered. "Um… I'd say… undecided?"

"Undecided," Red confirmed with a little laugh. "Maybe he'll decide in the next few days, or it might take longer."

"But you are calling him 'he?'" Robin asked.

"Yes, it's not something that will affect his decision, and I think it's because we called him 'Spot'" the demon shrugged.

"Is everything alright?" a dripping wet Slade asked, skidding to a halt after rushing through the door. "Robin, is it time?"

"Huh? No, I was just scared… Spot has been born!" the teen grinned happily. "And you should probably get dressed."

"I was taking a bath," the demon, needlessly, explained.

"You couldn't grab a towel?"

"No time," Slade shrugged. "Well, congratulations!"

"Slade. Dress. Now," Robin ordered. "There are children in the room."

"I'll be back in a while," the demon lord nodded and left again, at a much more leisurely pace this time.

"Um… was that Slade?" Speedy, who had been too preoccupied with the new baby, asked and looked up.

"Huh?" Red, who had been likewise preoccupied, said and looked up as well.

"Yeah, you just missed him… in all his glory…" Robin smirked.

"He was naked? Damn, that I wanted to see," Speedy sighed and then looked down at the tiny thing cradled in his arms "Not that I didn't want to see you. Mummy wanted to see you very much. You're such a naughty chick for making us wait like that!"

"May I see him? Her? The baby?" Robin smiled.

"Yeah, I think we're ready," the archer replied and got up. Red took the other boy from Robin, and Speedy placed the new one in his arms.

"Yeah, he really is smaller than the others," the teen said. "Red hair. Big surprise. But amazing eyes… so big and so light green…" Robin almost whispered as the baby blinked up at him curiously. "I thought most babies had blue eyes?"

"Most human babies… at least Caucasian human babies," Red shrugged.

"What are you going to call him? Please don't say Spot?"

"No, not Spot, but I don't know… must be something that fits both a girl and a boy, right?" Speedy said and took the baby back.

"We also have do decide on a name for this one," Red X nodded to the boy in his arms. "You didn't like Arzraphandalux?"

"Um… no, I knew one in school," the archer grinned. "So, little baby, what are we going to name you? Why couldn't you decide if you were a boy or a girl, huh? I feel like I'm naming you on a whim…"

"Gaah!" the baby said.

"Did you like that? Whim?"

"Gaaargl!" the child confirmed.

"It's not that common, is it?" Robin chuckled.

"I like it," Red X said, "and I have a suggestion for this one… We already have Lucky, Joy and Whim, and let's face it, we meeting, their conception… it was all a bit of a… fluke?"

"Fluke?" Speedy blinked.

"Why not?" the demon asked.

"Fluke… does he like it?"

The baby didn't seem to object at all.

A week later the team and the demons were all looking a little ragged. Speedy and Red valiantly tried to keep up with all the feeding and changing and washing, but the others had offered to help, and, apparently, the babies' voices carried the two floors up to the main floor anyway. Robin was at the end of his rope for another reason: he had gone over time. They hadn't had an exact date, but he knew his weeks were supposed to be up a few days ago, and now he was feeling like he was stuck as a swelled up hippo forever.

"I'm probably just fat, I'm not even pregnant," he muttered sullenly to the room in general.

"And the kicking?" Speedy asked. He had taken two of the kids down to Robin's bedroom as the black haired teen wasn't allowed out of it anymore, and had lost all energy to even argue about it.

"The kicking? Probably… worms or something."

"They kick?"

"I have no idea. Demon worms…" Robin mumbled and let his head fall back against the pillow. "I so hate my life. Wasn't pregnancy supposed to be wonderful?"

"Umm… remember when you just had a bump and were horny and hungry all the time? I think that was the wonderful part," the archer said.

"I miss that part."

"Well, soon you get to discover what babies can make in their diapers. Trust me, this won't seem so bad then," Speedy sighed.

"Speaking about babies and diapers, has Whim decided what he should keep in his yet?"

"Nope, it's still smooth apart from a little knob where the urine comes out… and I could have done without that, thank you very much, because it leaks a lot. Not that his siblings doesn't keep up… diapers are going to bankrupt us. Oh, and Cy and BB are pissed at me, by the way."

"Why's that?" Robin, who had only spoken to his friends on a screen since Slade's over protective thing appeared, asked curiously.

"Let's just say I upgraded Stank-ball a bit…"

"You… you didn't?" Robin gasped, laughter breaking out right behind it.

"I've been hit so many times," the redhead defended himself. "Well, this might be a bad subject to switch to, but what do you want for dinner? The others are getting pizza?"

"Nah, I'm not really hungry…" Robin muttered.

"You're.. not?"

"Nah."

"Robin, you haven't been eating since breakfast. Come to think of it… you didn't have breakfast, did you? And didn't Slade finish your dinner last night?"

"Maybe… why?" Robin sighed and then his eyes widened. "Oh… do you… do you think…?"

"Well, yeah!" Red grinned and then looked worried as Robin began to cry.

"Bro… Rob, what is it?"

It took a moment for the hero to compose himself enough to answer. "I'm just so glad I don't have demon-worms!"

When Slade joined Robin in bed that night he found his young husband half chuckling half sobbing.

"Love? What's wrong?" the demon asked carefully.

"I… I was bored from lying in bed all day, and I started thinking about things and I got a little horny, and… I can't really reach myself! I mean, yeah, I've been sitting down to pee for forever, but I didn't actually realize I couldn't… it's just so stupid…" Robin shook his head, more amused than upset.

"Well, I'm glad."

"Um… why?" the teen asked suspiciously.

"If you only now discover that you can't pleasure yourself must mean I've done a good job satisfying you, doesn't it?" the demon smirked.

"Yeah, a really good job… and speaking about that, how about a demonstration?" Robin leered.

"Gladly, love," the demon chuckled.

"But... you know… only your hand, 'cause… I'm not exactly… okay down there," the teen blushed, having discovered that his sphincter had loosened quite a lot.

"I'm just going to try to please you," the demon smiled and kissed him deeply.

"Thank you… mmm… yeah, that feels good. Yeah… yeah… oohhh…oh… oh… ow… ow… OW! Slade stop! OW!"

The demon's hand was pulled back like Robin's length had burned him.

"What… Is… Is it…?"

"Yes… Yes, I think it is!" Robin gasped. "Oh, god... what do we do?"

The demon, who had grown so large the bed was creaking under his weight, took a deep breath and shrank down somewhat again. "We're going to have a baby."

"No shit?" Robin growled.

"No, I mean, that's what we are going to do. That's what we are going to focus o- oggnnn…. that was a contraction alright."

"You… you felt it? But your shields?" Robin asked.

"Naturally failing somewhat… so I know how to help."

"Well… do you?"

"We're going to have a baby," Slade just insisted.

And, in the end, they did. It was the longest seven hours of Robin's life, but he knew that he was one of the few 'mothers' who, after telling the father-to-be that he could forget any kind of sex ever again, actually had him agreeing. He didn't know exactly how much pain the demon felt, but it had to be a significant amount for him to be drenched in sweat. Still, Slade managed to hold his own and help when he needed to, and Robin gave birth on a pile of clean towels, without messing up the bed at all, it would turn out. The umbilical cord was also taken care of, as well as the afterbirth. When the teen felt that warm little body on his chest he realized that the word 'happy' just got a brand new meaning.

"I didn't mean what I said about the sex, you know," Robin said as he smiled down at the baby an hour or so later. Slade was right there and the teen was resting against his chest.

"Good. Me neither."

"I mean, not when it can make little miracles like him…" the hero sighed dreamingly. "I knew you'd be a boy, but maybe you'll have a little sister one day! Would you like that?" he asked the child who merely blinked slowly up at him.

"Please control your hormones, I think we should be on birth control for a while," Slade chuckled. "Not that you weren't absolutely lovely being pregnant."

"Yeah, you better not mean anything by that…" Robin snorted but then chuckled softly. "So, what do we call him? Something human? Something demon-y?"

"I don't know. Naming a child… it's the greatest responsibility I ever had," the demon lord mumbled and traced a finger down the child's cheek.

"Well, you should suggest something… he's kinda the heir to your kingdom, isn't he?"

"Yes… what did you call him? My… Scion?"

"Yes… Scion…" Robin grinned. "But we really need to stop naming our kids after words in this house or in a few years there will be someone named 'Boot' or 'Belt-Buckle'."

"'Pillow'?" Slade suggested with a laugh. "'Door'?"

"And then, one day, when we are tired of kids, our last one will be named 'Condom'," Robin giggled.

"That actually has a nice ring to i-"

"No."

"Well, I know what it is, now, but before I met you I might have liked it for a name," Slade shrugged.

"How about 'Dildo'?" the teen suggested.

"That's a trick question, isn't it?" the demon asked suspiciously.

"Yes, angel… a bit. Oh, he's smacking his lips, is he hungry? My boobs seem to think he is…"

"Then try to feed him?"

"How?"

"I think it's pretty automatic… just make sure he can reach. He'll smell the milk," Slade suggested. The baby decided to play along and soon an insisting suckling noise could be heard through the room.

"Oh, this is the weirdest feeling…" Robin gasped. "It's lucky you are so beautiful, Scion. I wouldn't let just anyone do this, you know."

"You better not," Slade snorted, looking down on his family lovingly. His son, with fair blue skin, white hair and eyes even bluer than his mother's, looked up at him briefly before closing his eyes to focus on the milk. He clearly had his priorities right from the start.

"Can we see the others now?" Robin asked after the baby had had his fill and burped out most of it too.

"Not yet. Maybe this afternoon. But I'm going to get you something to eat. I'll let them know that you are alright."

"Thank you. Try not to bite anyone?"

"I'll try."

Robin smiled at his husband and then at his now sleeping son. He couldn't believe that it hadn't even been a year since he had first met Slade. They had sure moved fast. He didn't feel like he fitted in an MTV-documentary, however, but, he guessed, he had been living a rather mental life before all this as well.

"So, Scion… your dad is a demon and your mum is a hero. Your grandfather is the Dark Knight and you are going to grow up with four winged half-demon friends… not to mention your aunts and uncles... I'm sorry to tell you this, my little love, but… around here… you're just a rather ordinary kid."

The End

A/N: A big thank you to all of the ducklings on facebook who came up with lots of ideas for this story… again, I can't mention everything without taking up a few pages so you know who you are! But Bakafirekitsunesama gets special credit for thinking of the name "Whim", which led me to coming up with the other names… I love that name, actually, and from the beginning I had planned to name Robin's kid that, but then "Spot" happened and… well…