A/N: I accidentally wrote one of these little stupid things again. Sorry. I'm working on bigger things, and IRL bigger things, but I needed the distraction.

Kitty Litter: And Then It Hit Her.

"I hate you!"

"I don't care; you're still not wearing that in school again."

Robin heard the raised voices of his daughter and oldest mate and groaned. Not again! They had just come in through the door and now Robin went to meet them. His sons slunk by him in the hallway, and he ruffled their hair in greeting but understood that they wanted out of the way of yet another father-daughter spat.

When he saw what his daughter was wearing he was instantly on his mate's side, though.

"Alexandra, what in the world?!"

She was wearing a top that was see-through, so you could see the lacy training bra she had begged for but didn't really need, underneath. On top of that her jeans were cut off so high that they were practically bikini bottoms and her face was smudged with make up, made runny by angry tears. Robin just stared. What was this, the girl was twelve!

"Is our daughter allowed to go to school like this now?" Slade asked him, his voice hard.

Robin raised an eyebrow in warning, his tail whipping behind him. "Of course she's not! She was wearing perfectly fine clothes this morning. Are those your new jeans?!"

"Where did you get that top?" Slade asked at the same time.

"I borrowed it! From Lisa's older sister!" Alexandra claimed before turning to Robin. "And everyone is doing this to their jeans now! It's fashion!"

"It's trash, and that's where they are going," Robin hissed. "Go to your room, Alex, we'll talk about this later."

"But-"

"NOW!"

"I HATE ALL OF YOU!" the young girl cried and rushed to her room, tail poofed out, and ears flat against her head. The sound the door made reverberated throughout the building.

"Well, I'm glad to be included…" Robin muttered.

"What is going on with her?" Slade sighed. "She's been like this for almost a week now…"

"How could you think I'd let her go like that?!" Robin hissed back. The man immediately raised his hands in defeat.

"I didn't. Sorry, kitten. I was a bit… frustrated."

The younger man took a deep breath. "Okay… okay. So... you picked them up today? I didn't know you would?"

"And not the kids either, obviously," Slade muttered. "I was done for the day and happened to pass by. Where are the terrorists?"

"Out in the park with their father. I was hoping they would tire out."

"Good plan," Slade chuckled and then bent down to kiss him. "Should I go talk to her?"

"Let her steam." Robin smiled up at the man, feeling a purr starting deep in his chest. After all this time it was always nice to see either of his mates. "And you two have been butting heads so much lately… I think I'll better do the talking."

"Life saver," Slade deadpanned. "I need to hit the gym for an hour… or do you need help with dinner?"

"I've just decided that Dominic and Oliver are making pasta and meat sauce," Robin grinned. "I'll get them started, you go work out that frustration."

"See you soon," the man said and kissed him again before grabbing a gym bag in the hallway and leaving.

"So…" Robin said as he walked into the big kitchen/living room. "Is anyone gonna talk?"

"We had no idea she was going to do that, she changed at school," Dominic said.

"Is she okay?" Oliver asked worriedly. Robin knew the boy hated when anyone in their family argued and he had been looking worn for the last couple of days when Alex had seemed to take every opportunity to piss Slade off.

"She'll be fine, I'm sure," Robin sighed. "So… was this her friend's idea, or…?"

"Well, maybe, they all dress like that lately," Dominic said.

"And the teachers don't say anything?"

"They've gotten warnings."

"And they didn't call us?!" Robin exclaimed more or less to himself. "Sorry, I'm just a bit annoyed at the school right now, let's make some dinner, shall we?"

The boys grudgingly agreed, and after making sure things were coming along Robin went to knock on his daughter's door.

"Go away!" she yelled from inside.

"Nope. Never," Robin answered calmly.

"Oh. It's you."

"Can I come in?" They had a very serious rule in the house not to open doors without permission unless it was an emergency.

"Okay," came the sullen answer. "I thought it was him," the white-haired girl hissed as Robin entered.

"He is in the gym. What is going on, Alexandra? Are you angry at your dad?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because… because…" Robin patently waited for his daughter to find the right words, but when she did he gasped. "Because he hits you!"

"Wh-what? Sweetie, no he doesn't! He would never hurt any of us!"

"He does! We talked about it at school! It's domstic violence!"

"Domestic violence," Robin corrected as his blood ran cold. "Have you… said anything to anyone else?"

"No. They told us to talke with a teacher or some other adult, though…" Alexandra mumbled.

"And you definitely should if something is wrong, but I assure you-"

"I heard it!"

"What… what did you hear?"

"Last Saturday. It was late but my foot hurt and I wanted a pain pill, so I went to your bedroom and I was gonna knock when-"

"Oh, god…" Robin groaned.

"I heard him say that you deserved to be spanked and he'd use his belt if you didn't watch your tongue, and then… then…"

"Sweetie-"

"It sounded like it hurt!"

"He didn't hurt me, we-"

"I heard it!"

"Yes, Alex, I know, but…" Robin's cheeks were burning and he swallowed, trying to find a good enough excuse. "We were just playing, you know? Like when your brother's play good guy, bad guy? Just like you used to do too?"

The girl studied him intently, clearly not believing what she was hearing. "What, so… you like play fight and tie each other up, and- Mom?! Are you ok?!"

"Just… a cough… attack…" Robin groaned. "But… yes. In a way. Just for fun."

"You're weird."

"Yup."

"So… Daddy's not…?"

"No. Never!"

Alexandra's bottom lip started to wobble. "But I've been so horrible to him! I wanted to see if he would hit me too, and if he did I was going to the police!"

"I think you know what you need to do," Robin told her sternly.

"Yes, Mom."

"And forget about replacing those jeans."

"Yes, Mom. Am I grounded?"

Robin felt that they were to blame a bit for all this and looked away. "Let's see what your father says. Now, go apologize to him, he should still be at the gym downst- Oh, wait! Maybe I should talk to him first," Robin realized.

"No, I wanna talk to him first," Alexandra said, squaring her shoulders with a determined and slightly suspicious look in her eyes. "Make sure you have your stories straight."

"You'll make a great detective one day," Robin chuckled. "Oh, well, just make sure you're alone, okay? We adults like to keep those games… private."

"Okay!" the girl said and bounced off. Robin sighed and went out into the kitchen to set the table.

Fifteen minutes later a flushed looking Slade came back with a very happy Alexandra in tow.

"I'm not grounded!" the girl chirped.

"No, but you are helping me sound proof the doors better this weekend," Slade told her and shot Robin a glance.

The younger man burst out snickering.

"I'm calling Red, they need to come up for dinner," Robin said and headed towards their bedroom.

"You're going to tell him, aren't you?" Slade groaned.

"But daddy, if he does, isn't mom a baddie?" Alexandra said accusingly and then giggled.

"Yes… yes he is," Slade smirked after him as Robin fled.

Three years later Robin was helping the kids to clean out their closets, sorting what might go to charity and what was a lost case when Alexandra started laughing.

"Oh, I remember these!" she said holding the slaughtered pair of jeans up.

"We didn't throw those away?" Robin asked.

"I… um… hid them. I thought they were pretty cool."

"You better not be thinking of wearing them again," Robin muttered. "Or you'll definitely be grounded."

"I was surprised I wasn't that time… I mean, I was such a brat just because-" Robin saw that moment his daughter's thought completed and then clicked in her head. "Oh. My. Gawd."

"I'll take these clothes to the center now!" Robin said quickly and scooped a pile of random clothes up.

"OH. MY. GAWD!"

"I'll see you in a while, watch your sister!"

"I CAN'T BELIVE-" Alexandra had such an about of horror and disgust in her voice that Robin just called to her while actually running down the hall. "TALK TO YOUR FATHER!"

"What's all this about?" Slade asked as he very inconveniently blocked Robin's escape route. Red showed up a second later.

"You… you… YUCK!" Alexandra spat and then slammed the door to her room shut.

"What did we do now?" Slade asked, resigned.

"Wasn't now…" Robin sighed and explained. "So I think it will be a while before she can look at us again."

"Understandable," Red chuckled. It's bad enough to know your parent's are doing it, but to know about their kinks? No thanks."

"Wait a minute…" Slade said, brow furrowing. "How did she realize?"

"Well, she's fifteen; they hear things… see things… read things…" Robin tried.

"That's it," Slade growled. "No more internet in this house."

The End