A/N: another TINY Kitty litter drabble. And yeah, I know I don't have time to write, but this bit me while falling asleep last night and I just wrote it down quickly this morning.

Kitty Litter: Becoming

"I'm home!" Slade called from the door and was rushed by the twins. Taylor and Braden, eight years old, babbled excitedly about their day and whooped as the mercenary threw over one shoulder each.

"Hi father!" Dominic called to him. "Could you help me with my homework later?" The thirteen year old was at the kitchen table, books and papers spread out in front of him.

"Certainly. Where's your brother and sister?"

"Oliver is at a friend, dad is picking him up, and Alexandra… um… she's in her room." The light gray eyes looked away in a way that made Slade's warning bells start to ring loudly.

"What happened?"

"Um… maybe… um… talk to mom?"

"Where is he?"

"Resting in the bedroom. I was supposed to keep the terrorists quiet."

"We're not terrorists!" Taylor yelled.

"You are a bit," Slade chuckled and let the boys down. "You two start peeling potatoes for dinner."

"But-"

"Now."

"Yes, sir," the boys sighed and got to work as Slade headed towards the bedroom. He entered silently but was met with smiling eyes from a pile of pillows and blankets.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly sitting down next to the pile and giving the young man inside it a kiss.

"Still pregnant," Robin grinned, moving so his huge stomach briefly came into view. "These two are ready to come out soon."

"Sorry to leave you alone, I thought Red would be home." Slade sounded somewhat disapproving and Robin chuckled.

"I told him to go pick up Oliver, I knew you were on your way."

"Alright. So what's up with Alexandra?"

Robin coughed slightly and the mercenary could see a faint tint of pink on his mate's cheeks.

"She… well… at school today…"

"Who do I have to kill?"

Robin chuckled again. "Mother nature."

"Tough, but I can do it. Why?"

"She started her first period."

"What? But she's a kid!"

"She's thirteen," Robin pointed out softly. "We knew it was coming."

"Is… is she in… heat?" Slade made a face like he didn't even want to consider it.

"No, but I have started her on the heat-pills just in case, or in two weeks or so there could be trouble. I don't think she'll mature as a ferocita until she's fifteen though, like me… but who knows? She's a ferocita-human-meta human mix…"

"I thought we wouldn't have to deal with any of this until she turned fifteen," Slade sighed.

"Me neither, but like I said; she's a mix."

"I guess I should go see her… or…?" Slade asked, making Robin smirk.

"I've never seen you looking this scared," the young man snickered. "Go see your daughter. She's a bit… shaken."

"Well, that makes two of us," the mercenary sighed and stood up.

Slade knocked on his daughter's door, if possibly even more gingerly than when he entered his own bedroom.

"Alexandra?"

"Yeah?" the sound was so small and miserable it made the man want to cry.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah."

He entered and saw his daughter on her stomach on the bed, looking miserable. There were stains from tears on her pillow and cheeks.

"I heard," he told her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like crap!" she complained, new tears adding to the old.

"Does it hurt?"

"No… I mean… yes, a bit, but… it's just unfair! Why do I have to be a girl!?"

"Have to?" Slade smiled. "No child of mine has to be anything they don't want to be. Apart from clean and somewhat well behaved." He got a snort and then a small smile in return. He sat down on the edge of her bed. "You're still you," he added. "It's just part of growing up."

"But I don't want to be girly and wear make up and talk about boys all the time!" the young woman complained. "Boys are stupid!"

"They are indeed, you should stay away from them at all costs," her father agreed wholeheartedly. "And who says you have to change anyway?" he added, not mentioning that the young woman had a wardrobe full of princess dresses and glitter and hair pins with flowers on and what not. She also had a wardrobe full of sports equipment and protective gear for hand-to-hand combat, so he thought that rather evened things out.

"The other girls at school."

"Well, do we listen to what others think or do we make up our own minds?" Slade asked seriously.

"I just don't want to be different!"

"Oh yes you do. You're not a sheep, Alex. You're a thinking individual, not a drone."

"You don't understand," she muttered and buried her head in her pillow.

"I live with two men, have five kids and two on the way, and one of my mates has a tail, cat ears and is pregnant. Also I'm a meta human. But, yeah, I guess that's quite common," Slade chuckled. "What sets me apart might be that I have the most wonderful daughter in the world."

"Daddy!" the daughter objected but was smiling again. Then the smile died. "We were going to the shooting range this afternoon. Can we still go?"

"Well, I don't know much about periods," Slade said airily, "but according to commercials you can do anything you want now. Including climbing mountains, riding a bike and wearing a lot of white trousers."

Alexandra snorted again but then her eyes lit up.

"Actually, daddy, there are these white jeans I wanted…"

"Then let's go buy them after dinner."

"Mom said they were too expensive."

"Well, what does he know, he's pregnant. We both know he gets a bit nutty when he's pregnant, right?"

"If he heard you say that…"

"Maybe we can have ice cream too? After shooting practice?" Slade hurriedly added. His daughter finally burst out laughing and sat up to hug him.

"I love you daddy."

"Love you too. Now… um… do you have everything you… need?"

"Dad!"

"Just asking!" Slade defended himself. "Or we have to stop by the grocery store or drug store or something."

"The school nurse gave me some… things… but… umm… I think I need more, right?"

"That you do. Probably. We'll find someone to ask."

"Don't embarrass me!"

"I'm more worried about myself there, to be honest," her father grinned and then stood up. "The boys are preparing dinner, want to come help prevent a disaster? We're making meat balls."

"Do I have to?"

"Help your family? Yes."

Alexandra rolled her eyes and then sighed. "Yeah."

"That's my girl. The sooner we eat the sooner we can leave, right? I just need to help your brother with his homework."

"Right!" the girl jumped out of bed. "Daddy?" She added as they were about to leave. "Does me having my… I mean… I'm growing up, right?"

"Yes?" Slade reluctantly admitted.

"Does that mean I'm more mature than my brothers?"

At that point they heard the front door open and Oliver rush in. "Look at what we found!" the young man yelled excitedly.

"EW! What is that!? Get it away from my books!" his triplet yelled, while his younger brothers joined in.

Slade sighed.

"Yes sweetie. Then again, you always were."

The End

A/N: the twins Robin is carrying is Teagan and her twin sister Angel who was stillborn, just to clear things up. And I'm not 100 % SURE that Alexandra getting her period is CANON, so to speak, because I can't remember if I have written that ferocitas only have heats or not… I tried to find a mention of it but couldn't. If I have, let me know and then ignore this story… or chalk it up to, like I did, that she has human/meat human genes as well… ;) I just wanted to write Slade dealing with facing this, okay? ;)