A/N: I feel almost bad for, when I finally post something again, it's just a short, silly little summer drabble… I AM working on something bigger and at least a bit more serious, though, it's just slow going. If you think I should get off my ass and work harder at it, let me know… whips help sometimes… 😉

Sheep on the Beach – A Black Sheep Short

"I'm extremely uncomfortable," Robin groaned, shifting in the low beach chair he was sitting in.

"That's because you're eight months pregnant, princess," Slade, who was sitting next to him in a matching chair, droned, not taking his eye off the people further down on the vast, sandy beach.

"It hurts," Robin muttered, not liking the lack of sympathy in the man's voice.

"You're as fit as you've ever been, how can it possibly hurt?" the man snorted.

"This thing is heavy!" Robin hissed, slapping his very round, protruding belly.

"None of that!" Slade snapped, but there was mirth in his tone. "Only loving caresses and inane smiles for our little babies," he added, placing a loving hand on Robin's stomach.

"Sure," the teen grunted, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Wait… babies? As in plural?!"

"A boy and a girl," the former mercenary grinned at him.

"I'm not liking where this fantasy is going," the teen sighed, but forced a smile on his lips and placed his hand on top of Slade's, pretending to guide him to where the twins were kicking. Not that heavy sand stuffing could kick.

"Well, as we needed to stake out this place in public, you have to admit that this makes us less threatening," the man insisted.

"Like I would have agreed to it otherwise," Robin growled. He was wearing a blond wig with a sun hat on top, a maternity sun dress, fake boobs and a huge, heavy very pregnancy stomach. Slade had insisted that it should be heavy to help the teen move more naturally, that is; waddle. Robin had been rather amused in the beginning, but five hours in he was starting to regret his life choices. The only thing that cheered him up was that Slade was wearing absolutely horrible Bermuda shorts and an equally awful, baggy Hawaii shirt that managed to make it look like he had a bit of a gut. The fact that the shorts and shirt matched, actually made the whole thing worse, not better. He also had on sunglasses and a white bucket hat with the words "World's greatest dad!" in pink sequins. Robin had picked out the hat. It had felt good.

They were currently working, trying to gather information on a new drug cartel in Jump city, who had taking to selling very questionable party drugs to tourists at the beach. Drugs had been suspected to have cause at least two drownings the last couple of weeks. Giving young people the idea that they were invincible this close to the ocean, and also possible seeing purple dolphins or something, wasn't the best idea. Slade had been hired by the father of a girl who had been severely injured while trying to surf while high. The businessman in question, who was shady enough to know how to contact Slade, hadn't felt that the police was doing enough. Robin had agreed and offered to help, but that was before he knew about this particular plan.

"I think the suspected runner from before is coming back," Robin said, spotting a familiar face further down the beach.

"Good. Time for some ice cream then, " Slade said and stood up.

Robin did his best, he really did, but he had to admit defeat.

"Tiger? Help?" he whined, reaching up towards the man.

Slade chuckled, pulled him up gently, kissed his forehead and then, with his arm still tightly around him, helped him across the beach towards the ice cream stand that they had discovered were one of the distributors of the 'fun times at the beach'.

Robin, with his own arm around the man, snuggled into his side and felt like, all in all, it might not be so bad after all.

They had plenty of time to reach the vendor before the drug-runner did. They weren't there to take anyone down for now, they were mapping out the whole organization to make sure to take the whole thing down, not just one seller and one runner. They worked with a theory that this was an at least ten-person operation that moved around to different tourist destinations, not staying that long at each place, going where the weather and the season would bring in the most young customers.

"Here," Slade whispered while bending down to kiss Robin's cheek. He teen felt a very small plastic thing being pressed into his hand; a bug. They had brought several, to try to place them on as many of the suspects they could. "What do you want, sweetheart?" the man then asked him.

Robin pretended to look at the options, which weren't that many, while trying to judge where the suspect closing in on them were.

"I don't know…" he said thoughtfully. "I want chocolate, but I think the baby wants banana."

"Then get both," Slade, the gentle and loving father to be, suggested.

"But I don't like banana!" Robin objected. The teen couldn't see the man's eye through his sunglasses, but he could feel the look. He gave one back. If he had to play pregnant, he was going to be irrational and moody about it too.

"Then chocolate, maybe?" the mercenary suggested.

"I don't know… what are you having?" Robin asked. "Oh, we're holding up the line, here, you go ahead!" he said with a bright smile to a family behind them.

"It was always pineapple for me," the woman in the group smiled at him.

"Oh, that WOULD be good… aw, they don't have it!" Robin discovered.

The runner had now come closer to the stand but was hanging back, waiting for a lull in the amount of customers, probably. His job was to stock the seller up on drugs and take money away. If the seller was arrested it wouldn't look good if he had a huge stash of drugs on him, after all, and he might also be robbed. Robin waddled closer to the man, pretending to pay full attention to the product signs. When he got close enough, he stumbled, and with a fearful cry fell towards the young man. The runner reacted like most people would and caught him, and was then suddenly the center of attention of a wave of gratitude from both Robin and Slade. Robin hugged him, Slade clapped him on the shoulder and shook his hand while the teen tried to convince him to order anything from the vendor on them as a thank you.

Not long afterwards, Robin was back in the beach chair, licking on a big chocolate and vanilla cone while Slade was on his phone, activating the trackers.

"We got six on him and the bag, not bad," the man nodded. "And another three on the vendor, good. Let's see where the runner goes next."

"Mmm," Robin agreed around his ice cream.

"Are you sure you want to eat that? I can't imagine they are up to code on anything," the mercenary warned him.

"It's just soooo good. Besides, I'm eating for three," the teen smirked.

"Yes, you and your two new tape worms," Slade snorted.

Not even that comment could get Robin to stop eating though. It was just that good.

"Looks like he's heading further down," the man let him know. "Seems like it's time for a romantic stroll on the beach."

"Finally! I never get you to do things like this normally," Robin joked and raised his hands again. "Up?" he begged.

After a bit of walking Robin was huffing. "You either have to wait up or go ahead by yourself," he told the man.

"You're rather useless when you're pregnant," the man smirked at him.

"Someone is spending the night on the couch," the teen muttered, putting his palms against the small of his back and stretched a bit, by bending backwards. It was like he could feel his spine realign. He let out a moan of pleasure just as he heard the click of a camera. He quickly looked over at Slade who was busy typing something on his phone.

"What are you doing?!" Robin growled. "Who are you sending that t- oh, no! No, please!"

Slade leered and held up his phone. Yes, he had sent the picture of a struggling very pregnant Robin to his daughter and son-in-law, with the message "lovely day at the beach with the family". It took two minutes and then Robins' phone dinged.

- Another moon goddess? - Bruce wanted to know, referring to the time when one of those had actually turned Robin into a woman for a month.

- Disguise – the teen answered, and immediately got a thumbs up. It was only the normal symbol, but Robin thought he could feel the relief behind it, somehow.

"Have you rested enough to go get some bad people?" Slade asked, chuckling when he saw the teen's message.

"Already got one," Robin grinned and took the man's arm. "And yes, let's go. You know Rose will think you're being very sweet now, right?"

"She won't just find it funny?"

"Nope. Romantic."

"Dammit."

Robin burst out laughing and tried to hurry his steps as much as he could. It didn't matter that they were behind, the tracker showed them exactly where the man had been and even how long he had stayed there, and that helped them to identify another vendor, this one selling cheap beach toys. They bought a frisbee, planted a few bugs, and continued on.

Hours later, as the sun was beginning to set, they were still on the beach, but now, after getting something to eat, they were summing up the day and planning ahead.

"A thing of beauty," Slade hummed appreciatively.

"Thank- oh, you're looking at the tracking map," Robin joked.

The man snorted. "We have the locations, we're sure we have their headquarters. The vendors are packing up, all we have to go is see where they go, and then we can go take care of this. Finally."

Robin nodded. It may seem like an easy job, but it had taken a lot of work even identifying the first vendor, and they had been on a very tight deadline. Any day the group might move on, and the heatwave that had the beach a Mecca lately was about to break.

"It's been a nice day, though," he smiled, leaning against the man as they were currently sitting in the sand, appearing to, and in Robin's case actually, enjoying the sunset.

Slade hummed in agreement.

Robin snuggled even closer. "You've really spoiled me today," he purred. "Makes me kinda think you just normally ignore me," he added with a snort.

"Well, you're normally not this helpless," the man told him. "Besides, you're my favorite thing on this beach, even including the trackers."

"Aaaaw!" Robin cried out jokingly, but honestly he felt touched and he even teared up just a little. Slade, though he showed it in many, many other ways wasn't normally generous with sweet nothings. "You didn't get a heat stroke, did you?" he then asked worriedly, making the man chuckle and shake his head. Robin pulled the man towards him for a kiss, and then another and another until he realized that this might not be how a heavily pregnant woman was supposed to act. "You know, pregnancy can make you horny, right?" he purred to the man.

"You're not really preg-" Slade started but then stopped himself. "Yes, well known fact, should we go home and take care of that, then get our gear and finish this?"

Robin snickered. "Sounds good, but I wanna watch the sun set first, if we have time?"

Slade checked his phone.

"Plenty, it seems like."

"Good," Robin sighed contently and leaned his head on Slade's shoulder, admiring the vibrant colors of the sky as the sun slowly sank into the sea. Sometimes life was good. He felt a hand on his fake stomach and chuckled. Weird but good.

The End

A/N: Warm and fluffy, as promised.