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Whatever It Takes (CH-3)
“Master Bruce, in quite a lot of cases, you have not been ready for something yet, you took it on beautifully. Some mistakes did happen, but your imperfection is a part of you. I believe you'll know what to do with Damian and how to do it. You both are more similar than you think.”
“I'm not just talking about Damian, Alfred. That girl, Mariam. My daughter.” He said, gesturing towards the blank screen off the Batcomputer.
“I meant it in both cases, Master Bruce.”
Bruce sighed.
“It will be better in the morning.” Alfred said, gently directing Bruce out of the Batcave.
“Good night, Alfred.”
“You too, Master Bruce.” Alfred replied, gently turning off the main lights of the Batcave, leaving the softly humming machines in partial darkness.
Bruce shifted on his pillow his hand reaching out blindly to shut off the alarm clock. Soon the annoying ringing stopped and his muscles started losing the tension in them. Normally, Alfred would come and knock on the door, effectively waking Bruce up. But last night, before he went to bed, he set up the alarm purposefully so that he could have some time to actually process all that happened last night.
Okay. Bruce thought. I apparently have two kids. Their mother is Talia. They have grown up in the League of Assassins. That gir-Mariam most probably treated as horribly as Talia had been by Ra's Al Ghul, and Damian must have been treated like me when I was in that demon’s good books as his potential heir. Okay, Lot to unpack. I can't even decide how to treat them because I don't know if this assumption is true. Well, Bruce thought, getting out of bed. The only way to find out is to actually talk to him.
He went about dressing up for the day with a turtleneck sweater and some slacks. He called up his secretary, (If there are any gods up there, bless that guy who put up with him) and told him that he won't be able to make it today.
He got out of his room and was walking down the corridor towards Damian's guest room. He made a mental note to make sure he has an actual room if he is going to stay here. He turned around the corner to see Alfred about to knock Damian's door in order to get him up.
“Alfred!” He whisper-yelled.
The man in question turned around and raised an eyebrow.
“I was thinking I could get him up.” Bruce said as soon as he came within normal hearing range of Alfred.
“Good morning to you too, Master Bruce.”
“Sorry- Good morning, Alfred.”
Alfred just gave him a smile. “You see, Master Bruce? I told you that you would do what's best.” He turned around towards Tim and Dick’s rooms. “Be sure to come down with the Young Master in 20 minutes for breakfast.”
Bruce hummed in response and slowly opened the door. He saw that the boy had thrown off his sheets and was curled up in the bed.
“Damian?” Bruce hesitantly asked.
The lump on the bed shot up the dagger in front of him in perfect stance. Bruce put his hands up. They both stayed still in that position for 10 seconds before Damian lowered the dagger. “Sorry, Father.”
“No-no, it's all right. Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“I slept well.”
“Good. How about you change and we go down for breakfast?”
“Very well.”
Bruce smiled and turned around. Damian saw him hesitating for a second before Bruce gave him a soft smile and walked out of the room.
Damien scanned his surroundings before slouching back into the bed. I am at my father's house. I am safe here. I am at my father's house. I am safe here. I am at my father's house. I am safe here. He chanted back to himself willing his heart to slow down. He looked out of the window to see the Manor gardens. Mother had always claimed that those were quite pretty, maintained by his father's dear friend who was also his Butler.
He got out of the bed, and walked over to the closet, which had one pair of clothes in every size. Hmm. He thought. That is actually a practical way. He picked up the pair, which he thought would fit him best, walked into the bathroom, scanned for bugs and then changed. As soon as he opened his bedroom door, he saw Grayson who was comfortably leaning against the wall. As soon as he saw him, he stood up straight and gave him a smile. “Hey, Damian. Good morning.”
“Good morning, Grayson.” Damien replied back.
Dick shot him an amused look. “You can call me Dick.”
“No.” Damian said. “I'm not going to use degrading terms in reference to you. My sister did tell me to play nice, didn't she?”
“Actually, Dick is short for Richard.”
“Still is a derogatory term. However appropriate you may decide it to be in your case.”
They both turned around at the sound of laughing. Tim was laughing and desperately trying to make sure that his coffee didn't spill over. “I–” He said to Damian trying to catch his breath, “I like you.”
“Oh my!” Dick exclaimed dramatically. “Betrayed by my own teammate.”
“Come on, let's go, drama queen.” Tim said, shaking his head. “You're going to make the guy think you're actually a dick.”
After breakfast everyone headed down to the cave to find where Mariam could have gone. Well, at least Bruce and Tim were trying to find out where Mariam had gone. Dick and Damian were sparing after Damian refused to join in the search for his sister stating that it was a useless cause since ‘She has been trained. She knows how to protect herself. And the best thing about her is that she knows how to pick her battles.’
While this display of was enough for Dick and Alfred, Bruce and Tim still insisted on trying to find her. They were all interrupted by the soft rumbling of a car as it pulled into the parking lot of the bat cave. The Three resident bats, feeling a sense of Deja vu, slipped on their domino masks. Dick stood in front of Damian, blocking him from the view of the car by his lean frame. A female figure stepped out from the driver's seat. She stepped ahead and the light revealed her to be Talia.
“Are they here?” She asked, her eyes scanning The Cave.
Dick stood aside and Damian started walking towards his mother. Both mother and son met midway and hugged each other.
Talia whispered into Damian's hair, “You're safe. Oh, thank God–whoever is up there, you're safe.”
After she released Damian, she looked up around. “Where is Mariam?”
Bruce stepped forward towards them. “She took off as soon as she dropped Damian.”
“WHAT?!” Talia screamed. “SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY HERE. WHERE IS SHE?”
Bruce hesitantly began, “We couldn't find her. We're scanning through security cameras. We tried to match number plates. Nothing came up.”
“She wasn't supposed to leave?” Damian asked. His head turned up facing his mother.
“No. This is all wrong. She was supposed to stay here, with you.”
“She left a letter.” Tim said waving the piece of paper in question around.
“Huh?” Talia said.
“Yeah, she left me one too.” Damien piped in.
“Show me.” Talia said while getting up.
Tim handed her the envelope. She slowly opened it up and began to read. The letter was in Arabic.
Dear mother,
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Chole?
Cassandra?
Jason Peter Todd?
Robin?
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Mominette in action.
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Whatever It Takes (CH-2)
Dear Damian,
Normally I would write a letter in Arabic, but I thought since you're gonna live here, you might as well get used to the language. I know this was abrupt to you. But this is the first opening me and Mother could get. Sorry, Mother and I could get. English grammar rules are so wonky.
Both Bruce and Damian let out a soft laugh.
Anyway, back to the point. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna say, “You did the same thing I'm doing right now. I can handle it.” And I'm not denying that, Damian. Just that you shouldn't have to do this. Shouldn't have to fight. You shouldn't have to kill. You shouldn't have to always watch behind your back. It's not right. And just the fact that it happened to me does not make it right for you. Here at Father’s you'll be able to learn new things. Enjoy life. Make friends. Meet your other siblings and our Father.
Please give them a chance. You don't know if you like something if you never try it. Stay safe. And be happy. Don't think this is goodbye, I will come visit. Mother and I love you. With all we have.
Your sister And the bane of your existence,
Mariam.
Thankfully, Damien was too tired after the day's proceedings and went down for sleep without much fuss. After making sure he was comfortable in the guest bedroom, Bruce went back down to the Cave where the DNA showed 92% completed. Seeing him, Tim, Dick and Alfred came and gathered around.
“Well, Master Bruce?”
“He is sleeping for now. The kid had a dagger, but I left it with him because he looked too–”
“Vulnerable.” Tim said.
“Yeah, that.” Bruce said, giving them a tired smile. “I was thinkin–”
The batcomputer chimed. As all of them whipped around they saw displayed on the screen in bold letters. Almost mocking them-
Test #27
Subject: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne
Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental)
Talia Al-Ghul (Parental)
Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental)
Test subject #28 (Complete Fraternal)
“Well damn” Dick said. “I suppose it was to be expected, honestly.”
Bruce sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it is pointless to open up the second test result.”
“Better safe than sorry.” Tim said, clacking on the keyboard. “Here we go.” with his words, the screen changed.
Test #28
Subject: Mariam
Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental)
Talia Al-Ghul (Parental)
Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental)
Damian Al-Ghul Wayne (Complete Fraternal)
“I didn't enter her complete name because she never really said it out loud, but do you want me to, like, input it in as Al-Ghul Wayne?” Tim asked, spinning around on the batchair.
“Yeah.” Bruce said. Turning to Alfred, he continued, “What do I do, Alfred?”
“Though it may take some time, Master Bruce, I believe a solution will present itself. Worrying about when will only cause additional stress. I suggest you focus on Master Damian. You do have a lot of years to make up for.”
“I don't even know how old the kid is!” Bruce groaned. “I’ll turn In for the night. I'll deal with this tomorrow morning.”
“Excellent idea, Master Bruce. After all, a good rest makes our minds work better. Don't they Master Tim?”
“Wha-What?” Tim asked, his eyes still glued to the screen pulling up Talia's file.
“Come on, Tim.” Dick said. He was slowly putting all the bat computer screens on Sleep Mode. “You already know all that there is to know about her.”
“Yeah, yeah. I'm looking through Justice League files, you know, in case someone updated something.”
“Come on, Tim.” Bruce said, making use of his ‘dad voice’ as put by Dick. “The files will still all be here in the morning. It's time you got some rest.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a minute.” Tim said, his eyes scanning the screen.
“Nope.” Dick said as he picked him up. “Going to burrito wrap you in a blanket so you can't sneak into the Cave.”
“Nooooooo” Tim said dramatically as Dick put him over his shoulder and walked off.
Bruce waited until their steps receded before again turning to Alfred. “Do you think I'm ready for this?”
“Master Bruce, In quite a lot of cases, you have not been ready for something yet. You took it on beautifully. Some mistakes did happen, but, your imperfection is a part of you. I believe you'll know what to do with Damian and how to do it. You both are more similar than you think.”
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Whatever It Takes (CH-1)
They were running. She gripped Damian’s hand tighter “Come on, Damian. You gotta run faster. I know it's hard, but–” She bit back an ear piercing scream as she ducked, Dragging her brother with her. A knife whizzed past their heads with couple of arrows. They both ran and ran till they finally spotted a boat in which Mariam jumped, her brother following her. And soon enough, the boat took off before their persuaders could reach them.
“What was that about?” Damian Said his eyes blown wide open. “We are supposed to be on their side, ukhti.”
“I know, I know.” Mariam replied, her chest heaving. “There's just a place we've got to get to.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere safe.”
“But where?”
Merriam sighed. “Damian there's no beating around the bush for this one. Mother and I feel that the league is getting too dangerous for you.”
“TOO DANGEROUS?!” Damian’s voice pierced through the calm night.
“Hush.” Mariam said, shushing him.
“NO! No, hush.” Damian said, looking up at his sister. “It's NOT dangerous. I did the same stuff as you did!”
“Yes, and none of us want that for you. Damian–” Her voice broke, “The way I've grown up, the way you are growing up is not a way for any child to be brought up. That's not how it's supposed to be.”
“The WORLD is not what it's supposed to be.” Damian said, throwing his hands up.
“I know, but still everyone tries to make it into what it is supposed to be, don't they? This is our way of fixing it.” Mariam said, bending down to his level.
“Grandfather will come after us.” Damian said, looking intently into his sister's eyes.
“And mother and I will deal with it. You don't need to concern yourself with that anymore. You will get the chance to be a normal kid. As normal as it is possible.”
“You're going leave me alone, aren't you? Looks like you finally realized I'm not worth it.”
“NEVER SAY THAT.” Mariam said, pulling her brother into a hug. “We both love you very much.”
“Apparently not enough.”
Mariam pulled herself from him and loved him intently in the eyes. “Listen up, Damian. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. And you know what they say? If you really love someone, you got to let them go.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. We're almost here.”
“Where are we exactly?”
“Gotham City.”
Damian pulled a deep breath in. “We're meeting Father?”
“Yes.” Mariam replied, pulling her brother along, keeping a sharp lookout for anyone who might have noticed their small boat docking on the harbour. The fact that he was going to meet his father was enough for Damian to stay quiet. They soon found a spare motorcycle which Talia had arranged for them.
“I should drive.” Damian said, looking the bike over. It wasn't exactly a brand new model, but it wasn't outdated either.
“Yeah, right.” Mariam said, snorting. “You and your little 4.ft’ frame will be able to handle my 5.ft 5’’.”
“You always said size wasn't a true judge of strength.” Damian said, gripping the handle.
“No Damian, we are not getting pulled over by the police. This is supposed to be done discreetly.
“Very well.” Damian said as he resigned himself to his fate.
Mariam smiled at him and got on to the bike, motioning him to grab her waist. And after that they were weaving through the traffic, heading for Wayne Manor. After 15 minutes they could see the twinkling lights of the huge estate and Mariam made a sharp turn, Entering one of the secret passageways to the infamous Batcave. Damian was thoroughly enjoying himself, unaware of the tension in his sister's body. Soon, they rolled into the parking area of the Bat Cave, and slowly got off with their hands in the air as all the bats in the Batcave stood with their weapons drawn, their masks covered, their eyes glaring the pair.
As Mariam dismounted the bike, she pushed Damian forward and said in a clear voice, her eyes contacting Batman's White lenses. “This is Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al-Ghul.”
All the people in the bat cave sucked a deep breath in. Their shock clear even through their masks.
“He means no harm.” Mariam continued. “This is the first chance we have got to free him from the league. He has no blood on his hands. Me and Talia wish that you'll protect your son.”
“What does this mean?” Damian said, turning around. His sister was crying. Tears pouring down her cheeks. “YOU HAVE TO STAY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! I WON'T LET YOU!” He rushed towards her and grabbed her in a tight embrace.
“I'm sorry, Damian.” Mariam said, gently patting his head. Hugging him a bit tighter before pushing him away leaving two letters in his hand. “I'll come visit, so don't you worry. Everything will be fine.” She whispered in his hair.
“NO! IT WON'T BE FINE BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE THERE.” Damian said, his eyes flooded with tears.
Mariam just gave him a sad smile And jumped back on the bike, riding away.
Damian’s knees gave out as he kneeled on the rough surface of batcave’s parking lot. He could hear the movement of the resident bats. He could feel Batman, his father, picking him up and holding him close. But that did nothing to change the fact that his sister was gone. Leaving two letters in her wake, enclosed in a pretty envelope which had a couple of flowers printed on it. A sorry replacement for her calming presence.
He just stayed there in Batma-no-Father's embrace.
A soft voice murmured close to his ear. His father's voice. “Damian, do you mind if we do a DNA test?”
“No.” Bruce's heart broke a bit hearing the boy’s sad tone. Even if the DNA results didn't show him to be his son, he was gonna adopt this kid.
Tim came slowly near the pair. Damian saw him and the tweezer in his hand. He reached up and plugged a couple of hairs out of his head and handed it to him.
“Your DNA is already coded in, isn't it Bruce?” Tim asked as he carefully handled the.
“Yes.” Bruce replied, standing up with Damian still in his arms handing the long hair of the girl to Tim, which had stuck to Damian’s clothes, and walking towards the chair in front of the bat computer.
He sat down and gently patted Damian's head. “Uhh-Damian?”
“Yes?” He said, wiping his eyes with his long sleeves. Looked like he was getting a grip on himself.
Good. Bruce thought. It's a lot easier to talk to a sniffling kid than a sobbing kid.
“Do you mind me asking some questions?”
“No.”
“Who was that girl?”
“She was my sister.”
“As in–”
“Yes, your daughter.”
Bruce sucked, another deep breath in. Damn. Was today the day when everyone tried to reveal their biological connections to him? He has two kids! Well, he already had three other kids, but two biological kids? Whose lives he had missed.
Apparently due to the long time that Bruce spent thinking appeared to Damian as a clear rejection of him and his sister as sobs again started, shaking his body.
What am I supposed to do? Bruce thought, panic seeping into his mind.
“Do you wanna read the letter she left?” Bruce said instantly regretting it. Great going, Bruce. Let us emphasize the fact that his sister is gone. Bruce sighed. Well, there is No going back now. The only saving grace was that the kid was actually happy to read her letters.
“Maybe she has left us a clue there.” He said trying to open the letters without damaging the envelopes. The first envelope Had Damian’s name on it and the second had Talia’s.
“We will open mother’s If none of them come and visit in a week.” Damian said, keeping Talia’s aside and opening his own. Bruce shifted a bit to get a better view. And soon both father and son were reading the letter written in a bit loopy handwriting.
Dear Damian,
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Begin Again Chapter 9 (sequel to IMW)
So here they were. All standing around THE phone. As it charged. The guilty phone which Bruce had put away in order to ‘Not give into the temptation to get Isabella, his own kid back’ as so kindly put up by Jason.
“It's an old model.” Tim said. “If it had been a new one? We could have simply replaced the battery with a charged one and it would have been up and running in no time. But since this is one of those God forsaken ancient types—”
“It's only 8 years old Tim.” Bruce said.
“Exactly my point! These were the ones that were used before–” Tim was interrupted by Jason. “Yeah, yeah, we know, Timbers. The point is, how long is this thing gonna take?”
“You guys have absolutely no patience.” Barbara said, shaking her head. “Who knows how you stay still during Recon missions.”
“I think the screen is turning on.” Dick said, eager to stop the bickering.
“Ookkkayyyy, Just gotta make this thing respond in order to open the voice mails. But seriously, don't you guys see it? The reacting speed is so slow!!” Tim said, his eyes roaming over the screen.
But despite Tim’s views, the ‘thing’ opened up soon enough. There were 76 voicemails left, one by someone else and the remaining 75 by Marinette.
“Well?” Fei said. “Let's start them up. Oldest to newest.”
“Got it.” Tim said.
And soon enough Marinette's. Or more accurately, young Marinette’s. Voice came out of the speakers.
Voicemail 1- “Hey, Dad… You didn't pick up, so I guess you're busy? I got off the flight without any hitch and Tom and Sabine seem nice. I'll call you later, I suppose.”
Voicemail 2- “Dad. Hello, are you stuck in a meeting or what? Wait, that is impossible. It's 8:00 PM there. Just…just Call me back when you can.”
Voicemail 3- “Dad respond. Please.”
Voicemail 4- “Come on, Dad. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, PICK UP.”
Voicemail 5- ”You're scaring me, Dad.”
Voicemail 6- “Hey, Bruce. It's Hal. There is a meeting scheduled for 3:00 PM today. Diana has me stuck on calling duty so, don't forget to come.”
Voicemail 7- “Dad, is your phone broken? Is that it? I suppose it won't work then. Are you on a League mission? Dad, you gotta answer the phone!”
Voicemail 8- “I tried calling Dick, Clark and Diana. None of them are picking up. And I'm almost sure these aren't their numbers. Dad. Answer the phone.”
“Please stop it.” Bruce said. He was clearly trying not to cry And Selena was rubbing soothing circles into his back. “I can't take it. Please just-t don't.”
“OK, B.” Barbara said scrolling through the voicemails. “Most of them have similar durations, And they are all around the same time So I think they are all similar.”
The only thing going through everybody's mind was- She was disheartened. She was losing it. Around 50 voicemails were left that way. And then clearly, Marinette got the message. If Her calls weren't gonna go through. She might as well stop calling.
But then the Call log showed that the calls picked up again. Around two years back.
“OK, I gotta start up from here because technically there is no reason other than her calling for help when the akumas started.” Barbara said, her eyes searching in the duration of the calls. They didn't match up with the previous ones. They were more lengthy compared to the duration that the other calls had gotten into slowly as time went on.
“Starting up from Voicemail #52.” She announced as she hit the play button again.
Voicemail 52- “DAD, Dad, there's a super villain in Paris. Please just look into it. I-I DON'T THI-INK I CA-AN---” The voice was anxious. Enough to get all of the batclan set on edge. But then the call abruptly ended.
Voicemail 53- “Dad-BA I CAN'T BE A HERO. I CAN'T BE THIS LADYBUG. This is a mistake. JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE, please.”
Voicemail 54- “Dad, are you even there? Look, I'm sorry for anything I might have done. Just please, I can't do this. Don't make me do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY.”
Voicemail 55- “PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE.”
Voicemail 56- “Please respond.”
Voicemail 57- “DAD!”
Voicemail 58- “Dad, pick up, pick up, PICK UP. PLEASE, please, please, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for anything wrong I did just elp me.”
Voicemail 59- “DAD, I CAN BRING BACK PEOPLE TO LIFE AND I'M NOT READY FOR THIS HEROING. Please. This gives me changes Jaso- no, just no.” Her breath was hitching up.
Voicemail 60- “Dad, get me OUTTA here.” This time, she was sobbing.
Voicemail 61- “OK, OK.” They heard the sound of her pulling a deep breath in. “Let's do this rationally. There is a super villain in Paris called Hawkmoth. He basically mind controls people and can give them magical powers through butterflies. And yes, this is real, not some JOKE.” There was venom in her voice. “The only people capable of fighting him are apparently me and Chat Noir. This is a humble request. Please do something. The Justice League calls won't go through.”
Voicemail 62- “Dad. Please.” She sounded defeated.
Voicemail 63- “Dad, I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS.”
There was pin drop silence in the room. But the voicemails didn't stop with that. They continued, although there was a certain icyness in Marinette's voice whenever she called.
Voicemail 64- “Hey, Dad. Free enough to Help me?”
Voicemail 65- “You know a funny thing happened today. There was this attack Akumas name was Syrena. She had the power to FLOOD entire streets. THE WHOLE CITY DROWNED.” Her voice had a tinge of hysteria now. “I had to SWIM PAST Tom and Sabine's bodies to fight that damned thing. But you know what? This is a damned good emotional exercise. Swim past your dead guardians' bodies into a fight, knowing, that millions of people's lives depend on you. And your partner decides that it is a fine time to throw an emotional tantrum LIKE A BABY. The guy who is supposed to be in charge doesn't know SHIT. You have to do HIS JOB FOR HIM. Your father is too busy to help you out. Believing that ignorance is bliss. You can't even feel anything because if you do because a guy with nothing better to do with his life is gonna send a butterfly out of you. And if, God forbid, I fail, THE WHOLE WORLD IS GONNA GET REWRITTEN.” She drew a deep breath in. “Yeah. What a wonderful experience.” Sarcasm was dripping in her voice.
Voicemail 66- There was static in the background. “Yeah, these calls aren't going to go through.”
Voicemail 67- “Look once and for all, just for official record, I suppose. These calls aren't going through. It's been a year since the Akumas started appearing. So for the last time. Goodbye and thank you for the birthday gift. I didn't want to stupid expensive watch. I wanted MY FATHER. But I guess I don't get to be picky.”
Notes:
So just to make things clear. Originally the name was Isabella Wayne. But then she shifted to Paris it became Marinette Dupain Cheng. Now later in the series, it's gonna be Marinette Isabella Luscinia-Wayne.
Also to keep in mind that Gamora is not anyone real in this series. It's just an illusion of a person Marinette made in order to like, not entrust her guardianship with anybody because frankly, she has had enough of douchebag parents. Even more than you think, but that is a spoiler. Uncle J, or Jagged as she had told Damien, forced her because he knew that MDC didn't have a PA cause Marinette was MDC, and she didn't have a PA.
People have been confusing it with that. Also the storyline is that Bruce sent her away when she was around 7-8ish Years old. He didn't contact her because, as I said in the story, He felt that if he heard her voice telling him that, “Let me come home, Dad.” He wouldn't be able to resist himself. Because he sent her away as he didn't want the same thing that happened to Jason to happen to her. You know, in sort of a sick way to protect her. I mean, he's a batman. If he's not emotionally constipated, then what is he? Anyway, I hope you are enjoying this and thank you for all those who have left lovely comments and kudos. It really helps me keep up with the writing spree.
PS- Now I see the real joy in cliffhangers. Que- Evil laugh
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Old art from October
I've just realized I really like Tired but capable Sunshine x Dangerous Rich Kid With Terrible Social Skills
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Begin Again Chapter 8 (sequel to IMW)
The following weeks were normal and not. Whenever they approached Marinette, questioning her about her powers, she would just poof! Even when Damian tried to hold her down, she somehow slipped out of his iron-cast grip that could break bones and skipped off!
When this happened the 11th time, she threatened them that next time they pull ‘such a stunt’, she'd make them disappear. “Your face off earth too, not just America," she added as an afterthought.
Well, as people who respected their safety, they unanimously agreed to give her the space she clearly needed.
No, Dick It was your idea. And quite a stupid one too. We should have given her space. Jason had said this after being subjected to his sister’s very colorful threat.
But in general, she was glued to her laptop. Clacking away with coffee mugs and eyebags to rival and win over Tim’s. Complaining about how “investors were one of the stupidest breeds of people to exist after villains and criminals." Except for two investors who had “some amount of sense,” to quote her. Whenever they tried to sneak glances, she changed her screen quite openly too.
One day, Tim strolled next to her as she was sitting on the dining table, working on her computer. He leaned on the table and, without sneaking a peek at her screen, plainly asked her what she was working on.
Apparently, Dick placed too much faith in the fact that, as her oldest brother, he would be the first to know about his sister’s mysterious activities. He was again wrong.
Marinette simply tilted her head. "I'm trying to start a business."
Tim nodded his head. "I saw the signs. If you need some help, let me know."
Marinette nodded in acknowledgement, and they both went back to their work as if nothing had happened.
When Jason tried to use the same tactics and ask her about it, he was met with such a deadpan stare that he backtracked out of it as fast as he could. A reunion month was meant for every Wayne. legal or not. Direct or via a relationship. Civilly. At Alfred's request. To say that all of them were concerned with Marinette’s obsession with apparently starting a new business would be an understatement.
But they watched the silence as days passed by, and there was no change. Something that the detective family noticed was that things seemed to move in favor of her. For example, in one of her attempts to reduce her caffeine intake, Dick placed the cup just outside her reach so she would finally get up after sitting for five hours, but to everyone’s astonishment, when she was reaching for the coffee cup, it automatically moved toward her, and she said, "Thank you," meaning that she was not the one who had attracted that wretched cup of coffee towards her. and here we find ourselves on the 15th night of her sitting in front of that glaring LED screen.
Everyone was sitting around in the living room, minding their own business. They were concerned about the Marinette habits but still minding their own business.
But then suddenly, a voice boomed up from the ceiling. It sounded a bit shrill, but they could understand it. "Marinette, this has gone along far enough. You need to stop spending all the time sitting in front of that screen. Come on, it's been forever since we went out for a run."
Another voice chimed out. "You better listen to her pigtails; she's been getting angsty."
Marinette gave a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. "You guys know I have work to do!"
As though in response to her statement, a page fell down seemingly nowhere from the ceiling across her keypad. Although it was hard to tell from a distance, it looked as if it was a party scene, and there was something written on it as well.
Marinette glanced over that page. "fine." She got up.
"But this doesn't mean you won!" she shouted over her shoulder. "I am still going to get work done starting tomorrow morning. I got this stupid interview from the PA to get over with as well."
"Which one?" the mysterious ceiling-inhabited voice questioned. "Not for my actual life, you."
"Ohh," the voice dragged out. "But what happened with Gamora, dear Marinette?"
The person in question sighed. "Don't push your luck, you big cheesy blob."
"Ouch pigtails that hurt."
"Yeah, destroying the dinosaurs was not an accident."
"It wasn't-t uh- sugar cube. I swear to the universe, I don't have anything against them. It was- uh, never mind."
Marinette giggled and walked towards the door, but Bruce, naive and emotionally constipated, God knows how he ever became Batman. He can never really let go, can he? Does the questioning detective in him ever rest?
"Where are you going, Isa?"
Marinette looked over at him with a calculating look. "Just going out to party a bit; maybe even find a cute date," she smiled and went poof.
The voice from above spoke up. "She really is out of the manor, you know. And we have a piece of advice for you: in order to find what you look for, look at those talking gizmos you have invented. and listen closely."
Afterward, they tried to question the voices again, but it seemed as though they were gone or had said all they wanted to say. Finally giving up, they turned to each other.
"what's next?" Barbara asked. "It's not like we can follow her, and I really do think she deserves some privacy."
"privacy?! You're worried about privacy!! She's going to find a date! You know what goes on in the minds of kids this age?!" Jason screamed.
"I take offense to that." Tim turned toward Jason. "And so do I." Damien added. "Just because you were a hormone-driven teenager doesn't mean everyone is!!"
"No, no, and no," Dick said, looking at his brothers. "That is not the point. Stop getting off course!"
"betrayer." Jason said, glaring at Dick. "traitor. I thought you would back me up on this."
"Come on, Jason, be realistic. She isn't going to end up with someone she has just met today. is she?" Roy asked, looking at others.
"No," Dick said. "And there is no point in torturing ourselves by thinking about the what-ifs. What is going to happen is going to happen, and we can deal with it when it happens."
"agreed." Fei said. "I'm more interested in what that ceiling voice told us. I'm not much experienced in ghost matters per se, but I think those were spirits. spirits that Marinette knows about, and I think it can give us what we are looking for."
"And what exactly are we looking for?" Jason asked, his eyebrows raised.
"We're looking for why she is so mad at you." Fei replied. "Look, I stole her belongings. I forced her to buy them back at ridiculously high prices, and with an apology, she forgave me. Why would she be so mad about Bruce shipping her off? She knows that while his actions were wrong, he did this because he wanted to protect her."
"I think he deserves what he is getting for shipping her off." Jason said, crossing his arms.
"And I agree." Fei countered back. "But this is Marinette; we're talking about looks as much as you don't like them. I've had more interaction with her when she came to Shanghai than she has with any of you since she came back to the manor. Don't you think there is a tiny chance the spirits could be right? I think so. and they gave us a clue too. talking gizmos. You know what that reminds me of? Phones. cell phones."
Turning towards Bruce, she asked him, "How come you never talked after you shipped her off? You don't just suddenly break all contact with your own kid."
"Welcome to our world." Jason grumbled. "That's exactly what we do here."
Bruce looked down. "I shut off the phone, which she could have called me on I-I," he sighed. "I couldn't bear the sound of her voice asking me to bring her back, so I decided to cut off all contact so as not to give into the temptation."
"But you still have that phone, don't you?" Fei cut in before the others could tell Bruce exactly how cuckoo bird that was. "We can still listen to the voicemails she might have left."
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Maribat Awards 2023
It's time for the yearly Maribat awards again. You guys have asked for more time in the past, so you're getting it two months early. There won't be any extensions, so take advantage now. Feel free to submit as many nominations forms as you want.
Survey Link Here
Deadline for submissions is January 31 11:59pm GMT-6 (CST).
RULES:
1. When you are nominating someone, you MUST include LINKS to their accounts or stories, or they will not be counted.
2. All works submitted must have been created in 2023. This does not mean updated in 2023. The original work creation date must have been on or after January 1, 2023, or it will not qualify.
3. Any creators must have completed at least one fic/artwork in the 2023 year.
4. You may nominate as many works or creators for each category as you want.
5. You may submit nominations more than once in case you forgot something - but submitting someone twice for the same thing won't do anything!
6. You DO NOT have to fill out every blank! Just do the ones you want. ANY nomination is welcome!
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Categories include:
Favourite Author
Favourite Artist
Favourite Fic
Favourite FanArt
Most Underrated Author
Most Underrated Fic
Best New Author
Best Maribat Author of All Time (Any year)
Best Maribat Fic of All Time (Any year)
Best Daminette
Best Jasonette
Best Timari
Best Dickinette
Best Rare Pair
Best Platonic (non-bio-family)
Best Biological family AU
Best One-Shot
Best Multi-Chapter
Best Fluff
Best Angst
Best Hurt/Comfort
Best Comedy
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A New Wave of Maribat
So, there has been talk for some time about how Maribat as a fandom is dying, or at least, people within the fandom can feel that it is not as lively as it could be.
Pondering the question, what if, a rather peculiar idea arrived. There are plenty of places on Tumblr with blogs dedicated to Maribat. Ao3 is a rather popular for content as well. However, is there not another place that people frequent quite often that could give the fandom new attention?
The answer is simple. Instagram
Now, you might be saying, "seriously? Instagram? No one goes on Instagram for Maribat."
That is exactly the point. Tumblr takeovers can be effective and gain attention, that's for sure, but why not try a different route? Instagram is a place where people share irl things yet within it is an incredible world of artists and storytellers.
Instagram could provide what the Maribat needs. A new light.
People could discover this fandom for the first time in a place no one would expect.
Below is going to be information about this page for those that are intrigued by this idea, it will also allow those who do not wish to hear more the ability to continue on their scrolling.
There are a couple ways to bring Maribat to Instagram and Maribat Media is here to help with it.
Creators can either make their own Instagrams or use their existing ones to post content. Any sort of Maribat content is amazing. Get it out there for the world to see.
Understandably, not everyone is going to want to make an account or post on Instagram. Why go through the effort if you don't use the platform. Valid.
Maribat Media is here to help. We encourage people to help promote others' works across platform to get them the attention they deserve. Any piece of artwork, writing or art form, takes a lot of time and energy. @ this account in the replies of a piece shared here on tumblr and we will get in shared, only under the following conditions.
This needs to be made absurdly clear. Maribat Media will not cross post a piece of content solely by being tagged. When tagged, the creator of the post will be reached out to see if they would like their piece to be shown off on the Instagram. No means no and the creator will not be pressured to allow their piece to be published. That is rude and the exact opposite of what the admin hope to accomplish.
The best thing to do if you want a post to be placed on the Instagram is ask the creator themselves within a reply to their piece about if Maribat Media can post it. It saves all parties time, and you can easily @ this account when the creator's written permission is present.
That also goes for creators themselves! If you have a post you want to have put on Instagram but do not have an account yourself, @ Maribat Media with a request to and the admin will gladly see to it!
Events can also be requested for sharing! It is highly encouraged to have event runners who want their events to be seen to either @ or leave a request. Events are an amazing way to gain traction.
Any and All sorts of content that have been given permission to post with have proper crediting. Within the top of the description and in an extra slide of the post (unless there is not a slide available).
Ask Me Anything is always open for any questions surrounding this whole Instagram thing as well the comments to this very post. You can leave requests for content sharing in the AMA (the process will be the same as if @'d in a reply).
Finally, this is all one big attempt at trying something new. There is no knowing if this will work at all. However, there is no harm in trying. Perhaps we can give this fandom new light together.
Sincerely,
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SECRETARY!MARINETTE PART 6
Dami as Mari's baby.
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Begin Again Chapter 7 (sequel to IMW)
Marinette/Isabella's POV
Marinette got up and turned to see the curtain glowing due to the faint sunlight streaming in from the window. She turned her head to the other side to see the kwamis sleeping peacefully except Tikki, who was so used to her sleep patterns that she always immediately knew when she was awake or asleep (the little tyke).
Smiling at Tikki, Marinette got up. She walked towards her desk wiping away the remaining sleep to take a good look at the small desk calendar sitting on her desk. She turned the page to the current date. The number 16 stared back at her.
‘So,’ she thought. ‘Today I am meeting Wayne, Dick, Jason and Cass’s girlfriends/boyfriends.’
She stretched and went to the bathroom for a nice long shower. After coming out well-cleaned and awake she went to her wardrobe deciding on what to wear. She finally picked out a soft gray track pants and a pink turtleneck which had a few geometrical designs embroidered on it with white thread. Ahh… a classic but stylish look. After getting dressed she walked out of her room to see Damian walking out of his room too. They nodded to each other as a greeting and proceeded to the dining room and were (honest enough to admit that there was) chaos, just waiting to happen.
As Marinette stepped into the room with her eyes closed, all chattering stopped.
She said (keeping her eyes closed), "I'll be meeting everyone based on seniority so first and foremost Wayne's counterpart."
Selina shot Bruce a look saying ‘How much have you screwed up with this child of yours?’
She opened her eyes and so Selina gave a sly but soft smile. Though she was trying to hide her anxiety, nothing really remains hidden from the one who senses all emotions. Marinette felt the swirling anxiety within her.
"Only one question," Marinette said, giving a knowing smile of her own. "Can you cook?"
Selina shrugged. "basic acceptable food. I do know how to make burgers from scratch though."
"Acceptable enough." said Marinette, moving on to Dick's girlfriend.
She came face to face with Barbara. She squealed and hugged her well as much as she could seeing that Barbara was in a wheelchair.
"It's been so long!" she said.
"I missed you too kiddo," Barbara responded. "They really haven't been that in control since you left."
"OK you have the same question too," Marinette said. "Can you cook?"
"More than that dork can."Barbara said, pointing towards Dick who was watching intently, his aura dominant with anticipation seeing his girlfriend and sister interact.
"Ding-ding-ding," said Marinette. "That is the correct answer. Next!"
Roy came forward. Jason placed a comforting hand on his shoulder which clearly said ‘Don't be afraid of her’.
Marinette gave him a searching look. "Look, it doesn't matter if you can cook, Jason can cook very well. However, one thing that you must answer is which Shakespeare play is the greatest?"
Some tension left Roy's shoulders. "Othello," he answered simply with a relieved smile. "Romeo and Juliet is clearly overrated since it is the most romantic play Shakespeare has written. However, it is stupid to ignore the in-depth betrayal that is depicted in Othello."
Marinette made finger guns at him and replied chirpily. "And that IS the correct answer. OK, who's next?"
Cass stepped forward with a girl behind her and gently pushed forward. The girl's eyes were averted, clearly too nervous to even look at her. Marinette's eyes on the other hand blew wide in recognition.
"Fei!" Marinette blurted out.
The girl looked at her to reveal Fei whose eyes looked up in surprise. "Marinette?"
Now everyone was looking at them clearly recognizing Isabella's undercover name which she used in Paris.
Marinette lurched forward and grasped Fei in a hug. "Oh, my kwami! I missed you so much."
Fei, who had been sort of scared of expression since Marinette had said her name, relaxed. she pulled her hand from Marinette’s next binding hug and returned it with equal emotion.
She began rambling. "I'm so sorry I t-tried contacting you after I heard about the Court suit. But I didn't know how and I thought you wouldn't want to h-hear from me and I'm sorry I thought you hated m-me. I would have understood-- I'll still understand if you still feel that way and--"
Marinette squeezed her upper arm and Fei stopped at once.
"I understand," Marinette said with an assuring smile. "Trust me, I really do. but enough about the past so…" she had a mischievous look in her eye. "you and Cass huh?" she wriggled her eyebrows.
A look of realization dawned upon Fei. "So you're her sister? Isabella?"
"In the flesh." Marinette said, gesturing towards herself.
"Umm… not to interrupt anything." The girls looked over to see Tim with a questioning look in his eyes. "But how exactly do you know each other?"
The girls looked at each other. Fei had a guilty look. but Marinette burst out laughing and Fei soon followed.
"I would really tell you, Tim." Marinette managed to wheeze out between all her giggling. "but for that, I'll have to catch my breath."
It took some time for the girls to regain control of themselves because as soon as they stopped laughing for a bit they would look at each other and the whole giggling cycle began again.
"OK…OK," Marinette said, shaking herself back into seriousness.
"Me and Fei" she gestured towards the said person with jazz hands. "Met a year and a half back when I went to China to meet Sabine's father/uncle. There I thought I'd go exploring and I walked out with my phone, mind you I did not know Mandarin back then."
Marinette continued, her eyes giving nothing away.
"I happened to get my purse, which had my phone, the only device I could use to navigate my way around and communicate with the people around me, stolen. Fei was the one to steal it. but the pawnbroker, who was also the guy blackmailing her with the information about her father's murderer, said that the objects would be of value to the person they were stolen from, otherwise those items wouldn't fetch much of a price.” Marinette stopped to catch her breath.
“So, she found me and took me to the pawnbroker. While I did know what ¥100,000 equals to" she flashed Fei a smile, "growing up in this rich household made me feel that it wasn't that big of a price for something I held so dear. Fei on the other hand didn't realize that and she stole the stuff again but this time from the pawnbroker and we both ran out trying to escape the pawnbroker’s goons and then she revealed that she was the one who actually stole it and apologized. We ate at the restaurant with Sabine's father/uncle, and departed calling each other sisters."
A look of total disbelief flashed from all the eyes on them excluding Cassandra and Alfred.
Marinette gave a greatly exaggerated sigh. "Now that all this matchmaking approval is done I would like to eat and would totally appreciate you not gaping."
Everyone shut their mouths as though they had been hammered back into their regular position and… turned out still in too deep of a shock to function more than to eat and proceeded to eat the breakfast peacefully.
‘Huh, who knew?’ Marinette thought. ‘And it only took a near-normal incident in her life full of extremes to eat a peaceful breakfast. Sad that won't last. Her friends we're gonna come in a week.’ Sigh. ‘She'll deal with that when they get here. Right now? She was gonna enjoy evading their questions about her powers which were gonna start as soon as their brain started functioning at full capacity again. but you know what they say, enjoy the calm while it stands between chaos.’
"So" Jason began. "not that I don't mind it but aren't these matchmaking tests a little too easy? I mean come on you can do better than asking if they know how to cook!"
Marinette looked up. "First of all, they are in a relationship with you people, meaning they already have had their past and current lives come through with a 1-nanometer wide com. Also to be noted is the fact that I already read their auras so I know they have no ill intent."
Yeah everybody was staring at her.
"And not to be forgotten," she continued. "is the fact that I trust you all in your judgments. You wouldn't be in a relationship with them if you weren't happy and yes I don't need to read all of us to see the love that you feel for them. And the only reasonable question was the one I asked if they could cook because there is a reason why Wayne and Dick are banned from the kitchen. You cannot really live on burnt food and cereals? For Jason, I knew that they had to be competent enough to keep up with his literary knowledge. And Cass? Come on Fei is… no other word for it, great. but if you want," she said with a mischievous look in her eyes (that sent shivers down Jason's spine ) "I can always battle them to see what they're made of although I find it prudent to remind you that I am trained by Lady Miracle."
"no thanks," Roy said, giving a weak thumbs up. "I'm good, I don't want my ass to be handed back to me on a silver platter again. I'll never underestimate her after what I went through yesterday."
Marinette laughed. "You're not the first arrow boy nor the last."
Saying this her plate began to float towards the sink and she magically poofed… again.
"Shit," Tim said, banging his head on the table. "How the hell am I supposed to ask her about her powers now?! I can't talk to thin air." he sighed. "Come on, I better get a move on researching her friends coming in a week."
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I think Bruce would start wearing his children’s merch and it would backfire horribly
He buys a whole shipment of shirts, mugs, bags, etc because he loves his kids and he’s so proud of them it hurts.
The day after it arrives, the manor dissolves into a cold war. Long held alliances snap in half, and tentative truces break down. Damian is staring hatefully at Dick. Jason’s glaring at Tim like he wants to recreate Titans Tower. Bruce has no idea what set them off.
After a week of this, Bruce is at his wit’s end. None of his kids will talk to him, so he goes to the bat computer for some well intentioned stalking. Except- what’s this? There’s an unnamed file, hidden in the depths of the computer. Bruce, having great respect for privacy and personal space, immediately starts to crack it. It’s- a spreadsheet.
The two categories are his children’s names and the type of merch (hat, pin, fridge magnet, etc). With a grim and dawning horror, Bruce realizes that his children are keeping track of how many times he wears/uses their merch and is using it as a favoritism competition. There’s a hot debate about if the yellow bat symbol should belong to batgirl or to black bat. Murder threats are sprinkled liberally in the annotations.
So Bruce comes up with a plan- he’ll create his own spreadsheet that cross-references with his calendar to ensure that he wears/uses everyone’s merch equally. No favoritism accusations if it’s a rotating schedule, right?
Bruce is too tired to change before flopping into bed one night, and comes downstairs wearing the same shirt. The breakfast table explodes.
Bruce gives up and goes back to wearing Superman merch.
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Tikki in a nutshell
She’s sassy I like her
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