A/N: this tiny drabble is based on a funny story I read on facebook, so I take absolutely NO credit for that, but I couldn't stop myself from putting it (altered of course) into the Kitty Litter universe, and the KL fans won't probably blame me… )

Glad We Cleared That Up

It was a calm weekday night at the Wilson's. The ten year old triplets were sitting around the kitchen table struggling with writing assignments, brows creased in concentration and tails flicking now and then from either getting a good idea or annoyance that those eluded them. Five-year old twins Taylor and Braden were tumbling around on the floor, fake-wrestling, with Red keeping a close eye on things so they wouldn't go too far. The kitchen opened up to the living room and there Robin sat curled up in the sofa with a book, a rare but much appreciated 'quiet time' moment. Slade was by the kitchen counter preparing marinade for some steaks for the weekend's dinner, and Robin glanced over sometimes as the knife was flying over chili and garlic.

"Daddy, what's it called when two people lie on top of each other?"

Slade's knife slipped audibly against the cutting board.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" the man asked, while Robin and Red were exchanging looks saying 'let Slade handle this one!'.

"When two people lie on top of each other! In bed!" Alexandra tried to explain.

"Why do you want to write about that?" Slade asked carefully.

"We have to write about what we did on winter break and I'm writing about our skiing trip," the girl explained. Robin and Red exchanged another look. Yup, there had been quite a bit of 'lying on top of each other' on that trip, although they thought they had been careful about closing doors and such. Slade then gave them a look like it was their fault before turning to his inquisitive daughter.

"It is called lovemaking, sweetheart, but I don't think-"

"No, that's not it. There's some other word," the white haired girl interrupted, her ears flicking irritably.

"There are many words, but-" Slade took a deep breath. "Intercourse?" he asked, and Robin swore he was breaking a sweat.

"Nope. I heard you say it! What was it…?" Alexandra said again.

Robin couldn't help but grin as he heard the man swallow audibly. They had discussed having 'the talk' with the oldest soon, a proper one, not just generally explaining why Robin's stomach was growing before the twins were born, but they had put it off. Seemed like that couldn't be done any longer.

"Well, sweetie, it might have been a word which wasn't a… a good one." Slade, Deathstroke the Terminator, one of the best mercenaries in the world (although he wasn't currently on the market. Officially.) stuttered. He looked to his mates for help but the redhead and the cat boy merely smirked. "Well, it might be the word fu-"

"Now I remember!" the girl cried out. "Bunk beds!"

The End.

A/N: hoped that you enjoyed those 90 seconds or so… ;)