A/N: well hello again! This is another "punishment drabble" and, curiously enough, this one is ALSO for 2060… but for another person: AGriffin. This takes place three weeks after the last drabble, and maybe you can figure out what THAT means… or you will in a few seconds… ;) I'm afraid it's not very long, it just didn't turn out that way… -_-

Family Matters

They had arrived at the hospital in good time. Robin had barely been able to sleep all night, and had kept Slade awake too with his tossing and turning. Their enhanced bodies, especially Slade's, really didn't require much sleep, but the man claimed that –needed or not- it was good for the mind to rest. The teen's mind had been buzzing too much, though, and the butterflies in his stomach didn't make it better.

The surgery had an observation deck where they were now standing, and it was pretty crowded with the whole Wintergreen clan there. Baby Rosie wasn't present, though, she was being looked after in the hospital's play-room for now. Robin peered down on Duncan who was prepped and ready, shroud in green sheets of different sizes. He was talking to William who was holding his hand. They both looked pretty pale and nervous. Well… William actually looked terrified.

"My twin never liked hospitals," Rose said as Robin commented on this.

"Good thing you became the doctor, then…" the young man grinned. "Um… so… why aren't you don't this?"

"Not my area. Besides, should something go wrong…"

"Don't say that!" Rebecca said, and hugged her husband's arm tighter. "Oh, Randolph, I'm so scared!"

"It will all go just fine," Slade said calmly from Robin's left.

"See? Slade has spoken. Nothing would dare to happen now," the teen grinned at the man.

"Exactly," the tyrant smirked back.

The doctor entered the room below and the expecting parents and him talked for a while. There was an intercom system but it wasn't on, so Robin could only assume they just went over the procedure and what would happen. A few nurses fluttered around and checked readings and whatever; the former hero had no idea and he was too anxious to really care; he just wanted to yell at them to get it done already. A partition went up between Duncan's head and his stomach so he wouldn't see what was going on. Will, Robin noticed, stayed very close to his husband's head too, apparently not that eager to see him cut up.

"They are about to begin," Slade said and Robin moved until he had his back against the large viewing window and was staring at the buttons of the man's shirt. "You're not going to watch?" Slade chuckled.

"No," Robin mumbled. "Just tell me if everything seems to be going fine, okay?"

"I'm hardly an expert commentator…" the man answered dryly.

"No, but you know what it looks like when people are dying, after all," the former hero answered in the same tone, and then sighed, resting his forehead against the man's chest. He only rarely were this intimate with the man around the Wintergreens, but right now he needed to be. Rebecca had Randolph, Rose had Michael and was holding on to her grandmother Mary as well.

"No one will die," Slade snorted and rested a hand on the back of his neck. Robin felt the reassurance and smiled.

"I still won't look."

"You don't have to."

"I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?" Robin then wondered aloud.

"My money is on a girl," Rose grinned.

"Wait, do you know? Did you cheat somehow?" the teen demanded to know.

"No," the blonde snorted. "I'm just guessing."

"Well, then… I'll say it's a boy," Robin grinned.

"Then my money is on a toaster," Slade muttered, and got his arm slapped by Rebecca.

Robin caught the look on the man's face when that happened and burst out laughing.

"Aw, did she hurt you, sweetie? Let me kiss and make it better," the teen grinned and then put on a show about making a fuss over Slade's 'injury'.

"Didn't you want to see a baby getting born?" the man snorted. "Because if you did, you just missed it."

"What? Already?" Robin whipped around in time to see a lump being taken to a nearby table, which were swarmed by nurses, making it impossible to see anything.

"A c-section only takes around five to ten minutes… its stitching you back up afterwards that takes time," Rose explained.

"What are they doing? Is something wrong?" Rebecca wanted to know.

"They are just making sure the airways are clean, things like that," her daughter told her. "No one is panicking, so nothing is wrong."

The doctor exchanged a few words with the new parents who nodded, and then the man headed over to the wall, activating the intercom.

"Will and Duncan just had a healthy baby boy. I recommend you go take a cup of coffee and you will be called to their room to meet them in about an hour," he said.

Robin waved happily at the new parents who both smiled and waved back.

They practically had to drag Rebecca out of the room until Robin reminded her that they had to go get Rosie so she could meet her baby brother.

They sat down to wait in a surprisingly nice café. Robin hadn't really noticed before, but when he now looked around he realized that this whole floor was most likely on lock-down to be at the Wintergreen's –that was Slade's- disposal. It was staffed well, though, of course, even though the people behind the desk were a bit nervous and let them know that everything was –of course- completely free of charge. Robin snickered at the thought of Slade paying for a sticky bun. Not that he had chosen one, he just had a black cup of coffee, but Rosie, sitting in his lap, had one in her hands, making a mess of everything, including Slade. She had insisted, on sitting there, though. Hanging with her grandma was something she did almost every day, after all. Slade and Robin she saw a bit more seldom.

"Laid bun?" she asked politely.

"No thank y-" The man didn't get any further until he had half a sticky bun mashed into his mouth… and beard.

"I love you so much, Rosie… please never change?" Robin gasped, in the middle of a giggle fit.

"Pet bun?"

"No, don't feed the pet," Slade chuckled as he wiped his mouth.

"Robin, Rosie. Robin. Not 'pet'. It's not cute anymore," the teen sighed. "You have been calling me that for weeks now!"

"'Obin."

"Yes! Good!"

"Obin Laid's pet!"

"Correct. Good girl," the man nodded smugly.

"Noooo…" Robin groaned.

"Obin sad?" Rosie asked worriedly and then held out a very grubby hand. "Obin bun?"

The teen sighed and took the last, soggy and crumbled, remains of the bun and popped it in his mouth.

Even with Rosie there to entertain them the wait felt long. When a nurse finally arrived to tell them that the family was ready for visitors they all more or less shot to their feet. The toddler made a bit of a fuss on the long walk through the corridors, though. Rosie would only walk between Robin and Slade, holding their hands and shouting with joy when they swung her back and forth on every other step.

The teen glanced over that the tyrant and grinned. Slade didn't even seem terribly embarrassed about the whole thing… Rosie had apparently finally worn him down. A true pro.

When the girl saw her father, however, she ditched her playmates and ran into his arms instead. William picked her up, hugging her tightly.

"Want to see your little brother?" he asked, and walked towards the bed where Duncan was resting with the baby in his arms. The others stayed back while the girl got a look on the little pink thing.

"Babby?"

"Yes, that's the baby… that's your brother…" Will said, sounding a bit choked up. "Isn't he cute?"

"Nooooo…." Rosie let them know and giggled. "I had bun!" she informed her father next.

The first thing Slade said when he got a close look at the child was also a bit unexpected. "Care to explain what he is wearing?" the man snorted.

"Yes, ROBIN…" Will growled, glaring at the teen. "We had had the bags packed for DAYS, including clothes we had picked out, but for some reason, only this bodysuit was in it now!"

"I have no idea why you are looking at me!" Robin said innocently and then grinned down on the babe who had "Mongrel Rebel" printed on his little chest. "Are you okay, Duncan?" he then asked the 'mother'.

"Yeah, a bit sore, but I'll be fine…" the man grinned, so happy that you could probably scrape it off him and sell it by the pound.

"What are you going to call him?" the teen asked next, looking at those tiny, tiny fingers grasping at a corner of the blanket.

"Well… we wanted the William name to continue, of course, but two 'William' when we already have two 'Rose'? No… so William is going to be his second name and we're going to call him David."

"That's a nice name, I like it," Robin smiled. "And yeah, more with the same names would be… weird…"

"Would you like to hold him?"

"No! No, I'd break him," Robin said, stepping away from the bed. "Let him get to know his grandma instead."

"Yes, come to nana," Rebecca beamed. "Hello! Oh, he looks just like Will did as a baby!"

Robin withdrew a little as the family talked and cooed. He watch the scene with a smile on his face and a warm feeling in his heart, but he still felt like… a guest. A friend of the family… because that was what he was, after all.

He looked across the room at Slade, who also had stepped back after offering his congratulations. Rosie had been let down and was currently trying to climb up the man's legs, before Slade snorted and simply lifted her up. She giggled and patted his beard, which she was very fond off, for some reason. It was a novelty to her, the teen guessed. The man was also just 'a friend of the family', the former hero knew, but after Robin had come into the picture he had been more of a landlord and a boss to the Wintergreen's, no matter how much Rebecca had tried to make him –or rather force him- to be closer to them. Robin was pretty sure that it was mostly because of him that the man was here at all today… old Slade probably wouldn't have been. Robin knew he had done a lot of good in this time, especially with the Mongrels of course, but he took a little bit of pride in having Slade act more human too… in fact he thought he deserved a really big award for that, because it wasn't an easy thing to achieve…

They had only stayed for half an hour when a nurse came to let them know that they would have to leave soon, as the parents and little David needed to rest. Also the baby and the 'mother' had a few more checkups to go through before they could leave the hospital tomorrow.

"Call me when you get home!" the teen told Duncan. "And if you need to sleep, I can watch the kids!"

"You are not a kindergarten, Robin," Slade told him. "Besides, weren't you afraid you'd break the baby?"

"Oh… right… I might need a lesson or two first… were you ever so small, Rosie?"

"No?" the toddler grinned.

"Thought not," the former hero grinned back.

Robin couldn't fall asleep that night. He didn't know why, he just felt… giddy…

It really was quite late so he tried to roll over and just relax, but it was futile. He sighed and shuffled up into a sitting position, looking down at a sleeping Slade. He reached over to poke the man in the chest but found his wrist caught in a steel grip.

"Ow! It's just me!" he hissed. "What the hell, usually you can sleep through me climbing all over you!"

"It has to do with the intent, I think," Slade smirked. "You wanted something. What?"

"I can't sleep."

"So?"

"Entertain me."

The man smirked and then pulled a chuckling Robin down on his back and rolled on top of him. They had both gone to bed naked as they tended to do more often than not, so all either of them felt was skin against skin. When Slade lifted one of the teen's legs to get into a better position, however, the young man placed a hand on his cheek.

"No, wait…" he mumbled and pulled the older man down for a long, soft, lazy kiss. When it ended the teen's cheeks were a little rosy. "I want to do it like this…" he whispered and kissed the man again.

Slade caught on, of course, and didn't mind. He slowly caressed the young man's neck and chest before trailing kisses down his body. They became more and more entangled in each other, and even when the man entered Robin they continued to move as in slow motion, just experiencing every breath, every touch, every flexing muscle. When they both got closer to the edge a little more was needed, though. The teen looked into Slade's eye, smiling, signaling that it was time and as one, their speed changed. Their bodies slammed together, nails buried themselves in flesh, fingers tightened their previously gentle grip. Soft sighs and moans turned into cries of pleasure. Breaths turned into grunts. Hot skin turned sweaty and flushed – and.. and then it was over, leaving only the sounds of panting and a quiet chuckle behind as the pleasure slowly ebbed away.

"That was…" Slade seemed to have to think about what to say next, which was unusual, "…different."

"Different good… or bad?" Robin asked, the carelessness in his voice giving away how much he really did care about the answer.

"Good." The man didn't hesitate this time. They were still closely entwined and Slade didn't seem interested in changing that. Instead he kissed the young man again, softly as before.

"I wanted it to be like that… because of what happened today…" Robin mumbled and didn't pull away either, quite the opposite.

"The c-section?"

"No, my afternoon class. Of course the c-section," the teen snorted. "Weren't you nervous?"

"It was a fairly routine procedure-"

"It hadn't been done on a man before!"

"Still, there was very little cause for worry."

"So you weren't?" the teen asked and met the man's gaze straight on.

"No."

Robin chuckled. "Liar! That was a lie, I could tell!"

"If you say so."

"I like…" Robin hesitated but then found his courage again. "I like that you worry… it shows that you… care."

"I want my friend's great grandson to be happy, yes… and for him to have a great great grandson too. What's wrong?" the man then asked, frowning, "You shuddered?"

"I just… what if we… what if we lose track one day? What if we're here to see the birth of his great great great great great great great great great great great great grandchild? Doesn't that scare you?"

Slade looked down at Robin and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Not anymore."

The End

A/N: Yeah, Slade is officially a kitten in this universe now. Sorry. ;) But… no… yes… no… yes… no… no… I don't think he is… that is, that he HAS to be… he wouldn't care about hurting or killing people if he thought that was the best thing to do, and the scary part is that I don't think he would hesitate in hurting Robin either, if he thought THAT was the best way to do whatever he wanted to do… but I think he would consider other options first… which is PRACTICALLY true love, isn't it? *laughs sarcastically* I should write something where we get to see the dangerous Slade more, perhaps… give me suggestions, in case someone wishes for more from this universe next time I screw up my diet, okay? ;)

In the mean time you should go and read my first original story "Now See Here". It's slash and you can find it here: original,adultfanfiction,net/story,php?no=600106335 and here: www,wattpad,com/story/6268076-now-see-here-m-m AND here: www,fictionpress,com/~wynja (just change commas for dots). Yup, three places. Trying to decide which one is the best… ;) The next chapter of that one will be up on Saturday (as I write this on June 20'th 2013)… hope you enjoy! There. Done advertizing. ;)