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"The glass that keeps us apart"
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Jason is proud of his daughter.
Well, she's not his. But he took her in for a while.
She's grown since the last time he's seen her, he noticed. Her hair is shorter than usual. He touched the glass that separated them.
Jason doesn't see her much. Ever since the social services took her away. His princess grew up so much after that.
Jason found her hiding behind a dumpster one night. Three years old, alone and shivering. He cursed Bruce for what he did next.
He couldn't help himself and gave her a warm meal and shelter.
The moment her tiny hands grabbed him and her eyes stared with such hope. He knew. He couldn't let go.
This child was his.
And you know what happened next. He kept her, and she stayed.
For 7 years.
Those were the best years of his life.
That's why he was terrified, the moment she was taken. The social services deemed him "unfit" to be a parent.
Jason took care of her for 7 years for god's sake. And NOW they deemed him 'unfit'?!
In the end, Jason refused to give her to them. He had papers. Well, fake papers since she technically doesn't exist. He fought for her custody. He didn't want to let her go. But then, her real relatives came. And they were stubborn like him.
At that time, Jason felt conflicted.
This was a chance. A chance to give her a normal life. The life he was trying so hard to give her. The life he's sure he couldn't give. Gotham wasn't a place for children as pure as her.
He didn't want her to get hurt. Gotham isn't getting any better.
So Jason decided, with a heavy heart. He sent her away.
His little princess was kicking and screaming while her grandmother pulled her away. Jason stared at the window, with his tears kept inside. He couldn't help but look, as his princess got free of her grandmother's grip and ran towards him. She hugged his knees and sobbed.
"Papa, I want you.." she softly said. Traces of snot and tears covered her face. Others would've called it disgusting, but it made Jason's heartbreak.
His princess shouldn't cry like this.
He crouched down and held her one last time. This time, he didn't stop the tears from flowing.
"I know baby, but this is for you. So be brave for papa and stay strong alright?" He brushed the tears away from her face. It didn't do much, since another round of tears kept flowing.
A wet chuckle escaped from his lips. He wiped his tears and gave her a soft smile. "I'll visit don't worry, probably sooner than you expect," he whispered, inaudible to others but them.
"You promise?"
"Promise," Jason crossed his heart.
She stared at him with hopeful eyes, like the day he met her. Her wide blue eyes stared at him with so much hope, that his heart breaks again.
"Marinette, darling," her grandmother called.
He lets her go.
And now he regrets it.
She shouldn't have let her go. He shouldn't have sent her to Paris. He shouldn't have given her back.
He should've kept her.
His fists clenched as he prevented himself from punching the glass. Drops of water started falling into the glass, making him realize that he was crying.
Jason couldn't help but feel pride when he saw a new hero soar through the skies of Paris. But he also couldn't help but fear for her.
He knew he couldn't stop her. Just like he did at her age. And he knows she can be reckless. Like him.
The only thing he can provide was training. But it still couldn't ease the worry. He had trained too, and yet, he died.
He couldn't visit Paris now. His daughter had implemented a 'foreign hero ban' on Paris to prevent greater Akuma threats. And he knew, with his uncontrollable temper, he was the worst person to come.
His daughter, at 14 years old, already bore the weight of the world on her shoulders. And Jason's heart breaks yet again. He wishes to help with the weight, to carry the other half on his.
This isn't the life he wanted her to have. Paris was supposed to be safe for her.
Jason broke down to Cass the night he realized he couldn't come. He drank too much and got drunk his worries came flooding out of his mouth.
Cass understood. She always did. So she asked Bruce to let her stay in Paris to train his princess.
Jason is so grateful he almost broke down again. Cass just smiled at him, "Anything for family little brother," she said with a little tease on the last part.
He laughed and hugged her tightly, "Thank you," he softly said.
His princess received a badass aunt the other day and Jason can't help but feel grateful for the existence of the internet.
Jason sobbed. He feels angry, at that damn butterfly, himself, and the glass that keeps them apart.
He wants to hug her damnit. He wants to hold her one last time. But he couldn't. Because of this stupid glass.
He knows he can break it, he can shatter it into pieces and take her away.
But he couldn't do that. He shouldn't.
He shouldn't let grief take over him.
This must've been what Bruce felt when Jason died.
Overwhelming pain and hatred for yourself. Grief. Greif. Greif.
Loss.
She's only 16 goddamit! He was supposed to visit her! She was supposed to be visiting Gotham!
Jason rested his head on the glass of her coffin. The tears won't stop escaping from his eyes. The peaceful look on her face betrayed what happened.
Parents were supposed to die before their children. He never knew it hurts this much to lose a child.
Jason is so proud of his princess.
She managed to stop a threat to the world. And yet, it costs them a life. Her life.
And Jason is so damn angry at the glass that keeps him from embracing her one last time.
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Didn't expect this to be so long LOL-
I made Jason a crybaby-
WITH REASON THO
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Are we still Heroes? Jasonette July 7: Learning
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Marinette is alone and hurting, her partner is gone, and now the Kwami have taken her all the way across the ocean to Gotham City, where she crashes into the back of the infamous Red Hood, the 19-year-old once vigilante now crime lord.
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It’s been several weeks since the Red Hood met with Lady Chance on the roof of the Wayne Enterprises building. Since then, he’s heard mutters about a new vigilante based out of crime alley, one in a black suit with red spots. His goons mutter about her being a new Bat when they think that he can’t hear them gossiping, but he knows better. She’s no Bat, she’s just a meta with a hero complex. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop her from being dangerous. An incompetent hero could just as easily become an issue as a mob boss who thinks it’s a good idea to make a grab at his territory could.
So far at least she hasn’t made any move against him, and she seems to be sticking to taking out muggers and rapists, taking them out and leaving them for the police. Unfortunately, there’s always a chance she’ll get cocky and try and take him on, with no consideration for what would happen to crime alley if she actually succeeds in taking him out. He owns all the crime in crime alley, he sets the rules, he controls it. Taking him out would open up a power vacuum for every two bit mob boss in Gotham.
He slides out of the shadows and walks up to his gossiping goons. “I want to be kept updated on this new vigilante.”
The group jump at his voice, not realizing that he was right behind them.
“Uh, got it boss, we’ll make sure you’re informed.”
“Good, has she gone after anyone other than the riffraff?”
“No sir.”
“Good, make sure I’m the first to know if that changes.”
“Yes sir.”
He pulls out his grapple gun and they flinch. He rolls his eyes before pointing it into the sky and swinging back into the darkness. Below him, the goons let out a breath of relief that he’s gone.
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It’s a few days later when they meet again. He’s tracking down a rouge dealer by the name of Freddy Davis. The man thought he could break the Red Hood’s rules, and now he had to make an example of him.
He follows the man as he walks through crime alley. Silently jumping from rooftop to rooftop until the man makes a turn though an empty alley. The Red Hood hops down and looms over the man. “So Freddie, you thought you could break my rules, did you?”
“N-no sir, of course not! I’ve been following your rules, honest!”
Hood unholsters his guns, holding them out to the side. “See, that’s not what I heard. I heard that you’ve been breaking my number one rule, do you know what I do to people who break my rules?” He swings the gun around and points it at the man's head. “I make them disappear.” Suddenly there's the sound of something flying through the air and something knocks the guns out of his hands. The thing (a yoyo?) is pulled back, and a figure jumps from the roof. It’s Lady Chance. She lands between them and throws a punch at Red Hood, yelling for the dealer to run.
He dodges the punch and swings back at her, but she moves fast. Pulling back so that she’s out of his range. She swings her yoyo at him, trying to trap his legs and knock him over. He jumps, flipping over the yoyo and diving for his guns. He raises them at shoots her in the shoulder. The first shot lands, and she stumbles back, but she quickly recovers and starts spinning her yoyo fast enough that it’s just a glowing blur. He shoots again, but the spinning yoyo somehow shields her from the bullets.
He snarls, closing the distance between them to try and grab her, but she jumps up and swings the yoyo out again, latching onto something above them. She yanks it tight and swings away from him. He curses and pulls out his grapple, swinging after her. He chases her but her yoyo (definitely magical, there is no way for that to work without magic) is too fast for him to keep up with on his grapple, and he loses her.
He swings back to try and track down Freddie, but the dealer has also disappeared into Gotham. He swears and punches the wall.
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It’s been two weeks since she fought The Red Hood in that alley, and she hasn’t seen any sign of him in that time. Marinette spent a few days lying low after the fight. She’s waiting for the bruising on her shoulder to heal mostly, her suit stopped the bullet from actually penetrating her shoulder, but it still hurt! A week later though and she was out again as Lady Chance.
She keeps an eye out for Red Hood as she swings through Gotham. Even if she hasn’t seen him in the week since she started patrolling, she doesn’t want him to get the drop on her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t looking quite hard enough, apparently, because when Red Hood appears on the roof behind her, it’s a complete surprise. He’s just as quiet as Chat… as Chat used to be.
“Lady Chance.”
She spins to face him. “Red Hood. What do you want?”
“What I want, is to know why you decided to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You were going to kill that man. I would be a very poor hero if I didn’t try to stop a murder.”
“Murder, that was not going to be a murder, that was an execution. And you saving him just means that he can hurt that many more people.”
“And how is that?” she asks defiantly.
“You really want to know?” She nods. “Then follow me.”
He jumps off the roof and swings away. She hesitates a moment before following him.
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Below them is the man she saved. He’s standing in an alley, not hidden, but not too visible from the main street either. Before long, a man approaches him, they talk quietly before the second man hands him some money, and in return the man she saved hands them a small bag of white powder.
Her hand goes to her mouth. “He’s a drug dealer.”
“Ha.” The Red Hood chuckles darkly. “You think that’s the issue? I have plenty of dealers who work for me. Keep watching.” She does, already starting to become conflicted about the fact she saved the man.
She watches as several more customers show up, and then the girl arrives. Lady Chance watches in horror as the girl hurries over to the man and pulls out a crumpled wad of bills. The man snatches the bills and counts them one at a time, the child watching anxiously. The man huffs and pulls out a bag and hands it to her, the girl running off immediately afterward.
She breathes in a shaky breath, turning to the man on the roof with her. She finds Hood’s helmet staring at her, expressionless.
“I rule these streets, Chance. I make the rules and I enforce them. I don’t try and destroy the drug trade. Others have tried, and they’ve failed every time. If they don’t come to me, then they would go to someone else, someone who doesn’t have a rule about cutting the drugs with other poisons to help their bottom line, or someone who doesn’t have a rule about how much a single customer is allowed to buy at once.
“You want to know what my number one rule is, Chance? Hood pulls a gun and there’s a bang. Below them, the dealer falls to the ground. “No dealing to kids.” Hood jumps off the building and swings away. Lady Chance stares down at the body in shock, before chasing after him. He doesn’t go far, only a couple of streets over, where he swings into a different alley.
Lady Chance swings up to the roof and looks down into the alley, half expecting Hood to have disappeared. Instead, she sees him crouched in the middle of the alley, not far from him is the girl who she’d just seen buying drugs from the dealer in the alley.
The girl runs over to him quickly. “Mr. Red Hood!”
He chuckles and ruffles the girl's hair, and the girl scowls at him. “Jessica. Good job back there.”
The girl giggles, and holds out the packet of drugs. Hood takes it and the girl wipes her hand off against her ratty jacket. Pulling out a clip of bills, he hands it to the girl, who grins excitedly before shoving it into her jacket.
He chuckles again, before shooing her away. “Go on now, and tell the others I say hi, yeah?” The girl nods happily before running off.
He stands up from where he was crouched, grappling up to the roof where she’s standing. She just looks at him for a moment, before speaking. “You really are trying to help, aren’t you?”
He seems surprised by her statement, before shrugging. “You and the Bats are trying to win a war, against an enemy that has more heads than a hydra, you won’t. I’m trying to tame it instead, and I’m succeeding.”
They stand there staring at each other for a long moment. Before Lady Chance breaks the silence.
“Let me help.”
“What?” Hood says, shocked.
“The magic of the Miraculous directed me to you. I trust it, even if I don’t agree with your methods. Let me help.”
Hood looks at her. “We’ll see.”
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Jasonette July 2021 Masterlist.
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 1: Hurt No Comfort} |
| Yet So Poison Entwined We Fracture (YSPEWF) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 2: Protection} |
| Amidst the Howls of Death Your Divinity Gives Me Breath (AtHoDYDGMB) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 3: Grave} |
| Memento Mori Cries Our Shattered Souls (MMCOSS) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 5: Fairytale} |
| Stitch Your Ragged Wings and Hope to Soar (SYRWaHtS) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 2, Day 7: Guns} | (Chapter 1)
| Die Like the Butterfly Shoot With Their Guns (DLtBSWTG) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 2, Day 10: Light} | (Chapter 2)
| In the Atelier's Glow the Pupa Phoebus will Eclose (ItAGtPPwE) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 3: And They Were Roommates} |
| Crack Your Bones and Say Those Lies (CYBaSTL) |
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| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 4, Day 19: Mistakes} |
| Long for Who You Could Have Been (LfWYCHB) |
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Masterpost
Jasonette July 2021
Saturday Challenge 1: Hurt Without Comfort
Day 1: Suit Up
Day 2: Protection
Day 3: Grave
Day 4: Game On
Day 5: Fairytales
Saturday Challenge 2: Tooth Rotting Fluff
Day 6: Trust
Day 7: Guns (references to events in ‘Suit Up’)
Day 8: Family
Day 9: Pixie (continuation of ‘Game On’)
Day 10: Light
Saturday Challenge 3: And They Were Roommates
Day 11: Enemy Mine
Day 12: Dare
Day 13: Bee
Day 14: Loss
Day 15: Night (Continuation of ‘Game On’ and ‘Pixie’)
Saturday Challenge 4: Double Crossover (Maribat x Phantom of the Opera)
Day 16: Heist
Day 17: Crime Boss
Day 18: Design
Day 19: Mistakes
Day 20: Then Perish
Saturday Challenge 5: Continue a Fic You Wrote for Jasonette July (’Then Perish’ part 2)
Hanging By A Thread
(Soulmate AU, Jasonette - Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15 [End]
Love and War
(Enemies and Lovers - Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
A Return To Gotham
(Batman Beyond AU - Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
One-Shots
Fiasco At The Wayne Gala
Christmas Shopping With Alfred
The Lost Wayne
(Biodad Bruce AU)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Day 7, July 13th Guns
“Remember when we first met?”
“How could I forget? The constant increase of guns in my life is a big enough reminder. But what’s funny about it?”
PSA: I know absolutely nothing about drinking or being drunk.
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Jason and Marinette didn’t drink often. But when they did it ended up being fun. Jason was a sentimental drunk and Marinette was an emotional drunk. With Adrien gone for two days on a business trip, the two found time to break out the alcohol.
One drink in.
They were sitting on the kitchen island. Jason’s legs dangled off the side of the counter and Marinette sat legs crossed. Both had a beer in hand and a lot on their mind.
“I can’t even remember the last time we sat here drinking,” Jason brought up.
“How old is this beer?” Marinette laughed.
“At least a month and a half old, does Adrien drink? I mean he hasn’t touched it since he arrived.”
“Adrien drinks, just not the cheap shit,” she snorted.
“Ah like Bruce shit then,” Jason chuckled.
They continued to down their alcohol.
Two drinks in.
“We should do this more often,” Jason said.
“I’m glad we’re doing this without Adrien here,” Marinette hums.
“What's wrong with Adrien?”
“Nothing, he’s just everywhere I look lately and it’s kinda getting on my nerves. I like that he’s here, I just don’t need to see him every four seconds. It’s a small apartment.”
“I thought you missed him.”
“It doesn’t matter he’s leaving soon anyway and then I’ll miss him again. I like Adrien. But it's been two weeks. Eight years passed. My birthday is soon and I wanna keep it small. And I wanna spend my death date with you,” Marinette pouted.
“Not Adrien?”
“Not really.”
Three drinks in.
Jason was laughing sprawled out on the counter covering Marinette’s body. Spilling some beer as he shook in pure joy.
“What are you even laughing about?” Marinette asked.
“Remember when we first met?”
“How could I forget? The constant increase of guns in my life is a big enough reminder. But what’s funny about it?”
“Increase? There has been a decrease since I met you.”
“But what’s funny?” Marinette asked, confused.
“I was thinking about our first meeting.”
“Yeah, and what is funny about it?”
“We didn’t get off on a good foot, you hated me.”
“You were an asshole.”
“But you attacked me.”
“I was new, sorry.”
“I forgive you,” Jason said.
Four drinks in.
They had moved to the floor. Jason had his back to the sofa and Marinette faced him leaning against the coffee table. The two were laughing about seemingly nothing, feeling the effects of their cheap alcohol.
“Why did you and Adrien break up?”
“What?” Marinette was caught off guard.
“Why did you and Adrien break up?” Jason repeated.
“Oh. I don’t know. We just did.”
“Cool. Do you wish you guys were still together?”
“Not really. Things just didn’t work out.”
“Okay,” Jason paused, “I think he’s attractive.”
“Obviously he is, he used to be a model. We nicknamed him pretty boy.”
“But he’s really attractive, have you seen his abs?”
“We used to date, of course, I’ve seen his abs.”
“Did he get them from being a superhero?”
“Probably,” Marinette said, wanting to move away from the conversation.
Jason noticed and teased, “What don’t like me thirsting over your ex? Now you know how I felt after you met Steph.”
“Hey! That’s not fair, Stephanie is beautiful!”
“Adrien is literally a model.”
“I’m sure if Steph wanted to be a model she could.”
“Don’t tell her that it will only feed her ego.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell Adrien,” Marinette agreed.
Five drinks in.
“You should ask Adrien out,” Marinette suggested.
“You should ask Steph out,” Jason rebutted.
“I’m pretty sure she’s straight and I kinda like someone else.”
“Haven’t you learned anything, people who become superheroes and vigilantes before they become a legal adult end up gay with trauma. Everyone I know is bi as fuck beside you our local pansexual.”
Marinette laughed, “Now that I think about it, out of everyone with a miraculous Kim was the only straight one, and even then he was questioning the last time I saw him. But you should ask Adrien out.”
“There is already someone I kinda like.”
“Oh.”
“You’re pretty,” Jason said, noticing Marinette’s sudden change in attitude.
She giggled, “I’m pretty.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re pretty.”
Jason’s face went red.
Six drinks in.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Marinette declared.
“Okay.”
The two kissed.
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Marinette woke up with a killer headache as she snuggled in Jason’s arms. She lightly tapped him awake and he groaned. The two were on the floor surrounded by empty beer bottles. She counted twelve in total.
“We really drank that much,” Marinette whispered.
“Fuck my head is killing me. No more alcohol.”
“Do you even remember last night?” Marinette asked, trying to recall the blur in her memory.
“Nothing at all.”
All their progress in communication and it had all been forgotten.
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This is just to help me, and possibly even you! (Maybe. I don't have as many posts now. I'll update it as I go! I swear, it'll always be updated. I'm always a mess, this'll help me tons.)
s̲t̲a̲r̲t̲e̲d̲- 18|6|21
L̲a̲s̲t̲ u̲p̲d̲a̲t̲e̲d̲- 21|11|21
L̲a̲s̲t̲ ̲E̲d̲i̲t̲e̲d̲- 28|9|21
Daminette - Romantic :
The Reunion - Damian and Marinette rivalry. Tons of pranks. Maybe some plot if I feel like it.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
When a wish is made - Marinette makes a wish to turn back time when chat betrays her.
1 2 3 4 (IT'S BACK!!!!!)
Timinette - Platonic :
The tale of Tim's twin - Marinette, born Emma Janet Drake, is abandoned by Tim. A few years later, Alya wins a trip to Gotham via her blog hosted by the Waynes. (The summary isn't all that great, check it out if you feel like it!)
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Jasonette July :
Day 1 Day 2
(I'll add more days as I go! :D) (😭 'twas harder than l thought)
Dickinette - Platonic :
Lost and found - Marinette Zucco. That's all l'm going to say.
That's all I've written for now! Again, requests are open! Or if you wanna just talk to me, hit me up! I'm always open for a fellow fandom friend! Just don't hate!
Love,
Aria
(Did l do it right?)
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Trust is a Two Way Street Part 6
For Jasonette July Challenge: Continue a fic you wrote for Jasonette July
I'm sorry this is a day late! I'm posting this on my phone so it might look a little weird.
CW: Swearing
AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 5 | Part 7
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“Good evening, Multimouse.”
Marinette tensed, and in an instant, she was in a fighting stance, ready to face whoever was on her balcony with her.
Heart racing and blood roaring through her ears, Marinette could feel the adrenaline in her veins as she got ready to face一 Batman?!?!?
What was he doing here? Had he seen Jason come and leave her balcony and now he was interrogating her? But how did he know about her being Multimouse?
“H-how do you know about that?” Marinette asked hostilely, trying not to cower at Batman’s unwavering stare.
Batman opened his mouth to speak. “I一”
But Marinette quickly turned her attention to something in the corner. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Surprisingly, after a few moments, Dick and Tim appeared, with their hands up in a placating manner.
So that’s what this was. A confrontation. They were cornering her so she had no choice but to comply.
“What do you want from me?” she demanded.
Dick opened his mouth. “Mari一 err一 I mean Miss, please calm down, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to talk.”
“Oh really?” snorted Marinette as she raised an eyebrow.
“Yes really!” Tim said earnestly. “We honestly only want to talk!”
Taking a look back at Batman, he was still staring at her unblinkingly and that really got on her nerves. But he didn’t make a move to contradict anything Dick and Tim said.
Sighing, Marinette plopped down onto a chair nearby and massaged the bridges of her nose.
This was going to be a long night.
She was already drained from earlier and now this? Couldn’t she just get some sleep?
Not wanting to beat around the bush, Marinette bluntly said, “Okay, so, you guys came here to talk, so talk.”
Staring straight at Batman, he grunted, “Hnnn. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Orphan. Daughter of the late Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. Currently attending Gotham University. Originally from Paris, France. Ex-superhero Multimouse.”
Hearing that, Marinette clapped her hands with glee and asked in a faux cheerful voice, “How wonderful! Are you going to continue to waste my time by spewing facts that all of us already know?”
Marinette knew that her tone must’ve sounded condescending and she could almost see Dick’s raised eyebrow although she wasn’t looking at him.
Normally, she would’ve been much more respectful but if she was being frank, right now, she didn’t give a shit.
But hey, if they had a problem with that, well, they were the ones who approached her first, so she was perfectly justified in treating them that way.
Besides, who corners someone all alone on their balcony at night? And from the looks of it, they were the ones that needed her help, not the other way around.
So she supposes that Batman would just have to deal with it. Because she was Done™ with taking flak from others and always playing the accommodating one.
“Umm,” Tim floundered for a moment. “What Batman means to say is that, uh, we recently came into the knowledge about Paris’ former situation一” “War,” “Huh?”
“Battle, fight, siege, reign, whatever you want to call it. But not a goddamn “situation”. Because it wasn’t. Situations don’t leave people scarred for the rest of their lives. Situations don’t make people fear someone who doesn’t even know what they did wrong. Situations don’t make people afraid of experiencing negative emotions.”
Somehow, in the middle of her talk, Marinette had gotten up and out of her chair, and both of her hands were firmly planted on the table.
She let her true emotions come out and she could hear Dick gasp while both he and Tim flinched as they saw the look in her eyes.
It was the look of a warrior, who’d fought in a long and never-ending battle. It was the look of a fighter who’d lost it all yet still forged on. It was the look of someone who’d lost everyone they ever held near and dear to them.
Although Tim probably wasn’t as familiar with this look as Dick and Batman were, he would still be able to feel unsettled by it.
Dick’s face took on an expression of deep sorrow and he looked down, muttering, “No one should ever be forced to go through that…”
Yet again, Batman showed no visible reaction. All he did was stare at her even harder and the whites of his cowl narrowed.
Tim, the little savior he was, could sense the tension and opened his mouth again. “Right, uh, we recently learned about the war in Paris but couldn’t find any information about it. Sooo, we were kindawonderingifyoucouldtellusaboutit?”
Seeing how visibly nervous her little brother was, Marinette sent him a small smile. She hadn’t intended to make him so frightened, she just wanted to show all of them they couldn’t push her around.
Turning back to return Batman’s stare, she asked, “You see? You see how much easier everything is when you Cut. To. The. Point?”
“I一” Batman faltered for a bit while it was now his turn to cower under her stare.
Eventually, Dick cut in. “Well, could you tell us a little bit about your time as Multimouse?”
Marinette sat back down again and asked, “How much do you all know?”
Scratching the back of his head, Dick replied, “Honestly, not that much.”
Oh kwami! What was she going to do? How much information should she divulge? Was this the reason Tim and Dick had gotten close to her in the first place?
Batman interrupted her thoughts with a grunt. “I was wondering if you were still in touch with Ladybug and if you could maybe inform her about our questions.”
Phew! At least they didn’t know about her being Ladybug!
“Unfortunately, no. All you have is plain old me.”
“That is,” Batman paused to formulate his next words. “Slightly less fortunate but you are already a big help.”
“So, can you tell us how一” Tim started off, but she held up a finger to stop him.
Marinette knew what would happen after she answered Tim’s initial question. That would raise more questions from him which would mean she would have to answer them and they would continue that cycle until morning came.
Coming from personal experience, she knew that Tim’s curiosity couldn’t be helped and she didn’t hold that against him. But she didn’t want to throw away the rest of her night by getting interrogated.
For goodness sake! She just wanted a decent night of sleep!
“I’m sorry, Ti-Robin, but can we do this some other time? It’s getting a bit too late.”
It seemed like none of them registered her tiny slip-up and Marinette internally sighed in relief.
He readily agreed. “Of course! I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time!”
“Then,” Batman spoke, “can we expect to meet sometime next week?”
“Actually, I’m afraid that doesn’t fit into my schedule. We can do it the week after that, though.”
She was a lying liar. She did have time, she just didn’t want to make it seem like she was giving in to Batman. Plus, two weeks would be enough time for her to figure out what she should and shouldn’t disclose to them!
Batman, Dick, and Tim all exchanged a glance with each other and it seems like they came to an agreement.
Finally, Dick said, “Alright. That sounds great.”
Waving them off, Marinette blinked not even for a second and when she opened her eyes again, all three of them were gone.
But, how? They were just here a moment ago! Whatever!
Throwing her hands up in the air, Marinette went inside her apartment muttering, “Fucking Bats… appearing out of nowhere… then disappearing suddenly…”
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Bruce is sort of a jerk but I didn't mean for him to be that way...
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Die Like the Butterfly Shoot With Their Guns.
| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 2, Day 7: Guns} |
Chapter 1 of Sheltered by Darkness not yet Moths to the Flame.
| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] | | [Chapter 2] |
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| Sometimes a family can be a gang comprised of eleven vigilantes, and their AI robot, fighting against the father of one of their own. |
| Or alternatively: after falling through the cracks, they do what they must to survive. And if that means committing crimes in order to bring down the Big Butterfly and all the other corrupt businesses in the city, then so be it. |
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| Tonight's the night. Half of them will strike one of the Big Butterfly's warehouses that just so happens to contain some fancy new gun tech. Besides, it'll be in better hands with them than the Big Butterfly or his associates. Now all that matters, is that nothing goes wrong! |
| Word Count: 3,322. |
| Warnings/Tags: Cyberpunk/Criminal/Gang Au, Explicit Language/Swearing, Hacking, Breaking and Entering, Theft, Mentions of Bombs and Guns, Mentions of corrupt/shady businesses, Fluff, Gang/Team as family/family dynamics, Found Family. |
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| A/N: It is Cyberpunk Au time! This is a twoshot, so have a looksy to see if you can find all the snippets of foreshadowing I've set! Also this is mostly Action/Fluff but beware of the warnings regardless. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! |
| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |
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Rain patters against the concrete, sound mixing with the low hum and high buzz of electricity. The ground is slick with murky puddles that never seem to clean the pavement. Still just as filthy as before, permanently dyed with dried bloodstains, mud stains, electric scorch marks, and far worse. The air is heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke, ozone, and that ever underlying decay that clings to the city.
It's dark—dead of night—but the streets are awash with flickering neon lights. There are a few others haunting the street though most of them are sticking to the areas of light, avoiding the shadows.
Which is where Marinette, also known as the ruthless gang leader Fantôminou, is lurking.
Jason—Red Hood, her co-leader—snarls as he drops down onto the shadowed fire escape beside her. “We've got a rat. Someone's tipped off the big Butterfly and security has been increased around the perimeter. Most likely interior security increased too.”
Fantôminou flexes her glowing clawed gauntlets, “I suppose we should check in with our local pied piper, before we strike, hmm?”
There's a bzzt in her earpiece as the channel is hijacked by the familiar voice of their gang's hacker, Max aka Raijack. “I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, our pied piper has already been contacted. Whoever they were, they didn't reveal which location we were targeting, so it's just a general security increase.”
She hums. “Raijack, link us up with the rest of the strike force.”
“Got it, 'Minou.” He responds, and not a split second later, the earpiece makes another bzzt and there's the faint ping of the rest of the channel being alerted at someone joining.
“Look, I think you could totally pull off the—oh, who just joined the channel?” Adrien, Cheval Mallet, asks in surprise.
“Just me and our anthill tiger.” Red Hood announces, snorting at the glare Fantôminou sends him.
Silence echoes across the line before a scrabble of hushed but excited voices causes a ruckus.
Fantôminou sighs, “I know we're all excited to hit the big Butterfly hard by stealing some of their new fancy gun tech. But let's leave the yelling for when we inevitably set off the alarms!”
“Hey!” Raijack protests. “I'll have you know I have produced a new virus that has a ninety-eight per cent chance of not setting off any alarms!”
Red Hood rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but you've still not worked out how to get your viruses to deactivate the bombs in the crates yet, huh?”
“I will one day, until then it's your job to stop the bombs from triggering the rest of the alarms!” Raijack counters with a huff.
Fantôminou sighs again, this time with an added sprinkling of are-you-kidding-me. “Red Hood, Raijack. I can and will kick your asses if you do not shut up so we can discuss final prep before we begin the pesticide protocol.”
Bumping shoulders with her, Red Hood snorts again. “I've got nothing against being beat up by someone as pretty and buff as you Minou, you know that!”
“Oh, I think we can all agree to wanting to get crushed by Minou's guns.” Cheval Mallet pipes up once more.
Fantôminou sighs very wearily. “Nevermind, are you all ready?”
Red Hood salutes at her, and despite his mouth being covered, it's easily telling that he's grinning cockily underneath. “I'm ready. My guns are ready, and I've got the bomb defusal kit at the ready.”
“I may be holding my horses but I'm saddled to giddy-up on the go!” Cheval Mallet cheerfully announces.
“This has to be one of your worst attempts at horse puns yet.” Raijack comments, “otherwise, I'm in position and ready to hack on your call, Minou.”
Red Hood exchanges a glance with Fantôminou as silence falls over the earpiece channel. “Hold up, where's Arsenal? Shouldn't he have checked in by now?”
Taking his hand gently, Fantôminou gives it a reassuring squeeze.
“He already did but because you two had your issues getting into position and avoiding the unexpected police patrol, Arsenal had to deal with another issue that popped up which would've threatened our plan,” Raijack informs, sounding nonplussed.
“Well, you don't sound concerned.” Fantôminou points out the obvious. “Has he got back up?”
There's the faint tapping of a keyboard through the earpiece channel before Raijack responds, “Chèvrapide is on her way to back him up, don't worry.”
“Then that's everyone accounted for. Let's rock and roll.” Red Hood orders, dropping from the fire escape and landing in the rain-slick alleyway with ease, conveniently right beside the hoverbike they had stashed here.
Fantôminou hops down after him, except she manages to flip and expertly land in the driver's seat. “I'm driving Jay, you're the one with the guns after all,” she all but states, putting one gauntleted hand up and flexing just to hammer in the point, “I'm close range only right now and you know it.”
Red Hood throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey! I'd never complain about getting to watch you drive this beauty of a hoverbike.”
Fantôminou snorts. “Just get on, pretty bird!”
“Well, if you say so, pretty kitty!” Red Hood teases back, vaulting onto the back of the bike behind her. He wraps an arm around her waist and rests the other hand on his sheathed-for-now gun.
She revs the engine of the hoverbike and steers out of the alleyway with practised ease. There's no directions on the hoverbike's holoscreen, but it's not like they need any—the directions to where they need to be outside the warehouse have already been memorised by each and every one of them.”
Down the left street, take the right at the T junction, pass under the flyover street, then take a further two lefts and then straight on until the block of office buildings forming a protective extra layer between the warehouse electric razor wire tipped fencing and the road. Easy.
“All networks in the office buildings have temporarily shut down. As far as the tech will be concerned, it'll look like the networks just decided to not work today.” Raijack announces through the earpiece channel, voice coming through slightly more robotic than usual.
“So no security cams?” Fantôminou checks cautiously, circling like a hawk around the small stretch of street between her and the office building she and Jason will be entering through. The rain has slowed to a drizzle but that doesn't make the circling in it any less mildly uncomfortable, at least inside it'll be dry.
There's the familiar clack of keys once more. “Not quite, they're a little harder to crack than entering in through the backdoor via someone's unprotected webcam in the office. Thank you, Shodan.” Raijack pauses, keys continuing to clack in the background. “Unfortunately, the Big Butterfly's got tech security smart enough to keep the security system on a closed network so I can't hop from webcam to computer to network to cams. However, they didn't account for Markov, suckers!”
Red Hood snorts. “Isn't Markov a little obvious for this kinda mission?”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” Raijack says, in a voice that very clearly conveys he didn't forget so much as purposefully neglected to mention, “I recently upgraded Markov, outfitting him with the currently most highly advanced cloaking system. Thanks to some help from Fantôminou's knowledge of cloaking and camouflage fashion.”
Red Hood leans his head onto Fantôminou's shoulder. “I'm hurt, you knew and didn't tell me? I want cloaking guns! Think of how much cooler I'd look with them!”
Fantôminou merely hums in an unamused response. “Raijack wanted it to be a surprise.”
He huffs. “I see who your favourite person in our gang is then!”
“You're right! It's me!” Cheval Mallet cheers, jumping into the conversation.
“Fucking 'ell!” Red Hood curses under his breath. “I thought you were gonna mute whilst getting in position.”
Cheval Mallet's laugh cuts in and out across the earpiece channel. “And when did I hay that!”
“Hacker voice, I'm in!” Raijack interrupts. “Looks like the security system was perfectly untouched by whatever minor error caused the main networks to crash, how lucky. Which is to say, looping is in process, and we now have free entry.”
“Got us a place to park yet, though?” Red Hood asks.
Raijack doesn't immediately respond, but the sound of the garage door connected to the office building opening, is answer enough. “I might.”
Fantôminou snorts. “Thanks, Raijack. Hood and I need to split here right, just until we get past the fencing right?”
“That's right.” Raijack responds, “good luck, and Markov and I will see you all on the other side.”
“Break a leg, or three!” Red Hood calls over the earpiece. “Preferably some else's though!”
Fantôminou pulls the hoverbike into the garage, keeping her gaze ahead. “If I could elbow you without fucking up my parking, I would.”
Red Hood cackles quietly in response, trying to at least keep to the stealth part of the mission plan.
In the blink of an eye, the hoverbike is securely parked. Perfectly hidden in plain sight but easily accessible for a quick and clean getaway should nothing go wrong. And well, if something were to go wrong, there's not going to be any hoverbike left for evidence. Though, that's not to say a small part of Fantôminou's brain doesn't anxiously hate how they're practically sitting on top of bombs ready to blow up at the slightest hint of things going wrong. However, they've been through enough strikes like this for the concern to be mostly easily ignored.
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With the hoverbike parked, Fantôminou and Red Hood part ways.
Fantôminou heads up through the internal stairwell connected to the garage, whilst Red Hood takes one of the external doors leading to the office building next door.
The stairwell is like any other maintenance stairwell. Grey concrete walls, metal railings and steps. Even Fantôminou's light footsteps clang loudly against the ridged metal stairs. It's cold, just as cold as the garage was and barely warmer than it is outside in the rain. The air is stuffy but at least the respirator hidden beneath the bandana wrapped around her mouth makes it bearable to breathe. Other than the aforementioned clanging of steps, and her breathing, Fantôminou is alone with the ominous silence of a liminal space.
The stairs stretch on upwards for what seems far longer than it should, but eventually, Fantôminou reaches the final steps to the roof entrance door.
The door is unlocked, and so Fantôminou opens it as quietly as possible. She walks out into the rain once more and scrunches up her nose. A quick glance of the roof yields no immediate signs of danger or anything of note, so she continues to the edge of the roof.
Fantôminou rests one foot on the lip of the roof and flexes her gauntlets, lights switching off for stealth. Carefully, she turns around and crouches on the lip, gauntlets gripping the edge and toes of her boots braced against the wall. Bit by bit she descends, gauntlets making it more than easy to stay attached to the wall.
Two-thirds of the way down, Fantôminou climbs onto a window sill. The fence is only a metre below, with a further four-metre drop. No security drones in sight, yet—but no alarms have been triggered yet either.
A shadow drops down the building and over the fence on the other side of the compound. Not a second later is the double buzz of the earpiece signalling that someone is in position.
Fantôminou smirks beneath her face coverings, not one to be so quickly outdone she leaps forwards in a dive—spinning midair as she begins to plummet. Clearing the razor wire fence with room to spare.
She hits the ground in another diving roll, and immediately uses the momentum to throw herself up and run towards the nearest warehouse building. As soon as she reaches the wall, she double-taps her earpiece to send the double buzz signal to others.
A moment later comes the third double buzz, soon followed by the fourth and final signal.
“Markov is covering our air support.” Raijack's voice clips across the earpiece channel, “Fantôminou, you and Red Hood are on opposite ends of the same warehouse. I've unlocked the doors for you. You know the drill.”
“Thank you, Raijack. Entering now.” Fantôminou responds, she slinks over to the warehouse doors and cautiously pries open the now unlocked door.
Fantôminou heads straight for the terminal, and knows Red Hood is doing the same. Slipping Raijack's new and improved virus into one of the terminal's ports. Seconds pass.
“Interface secured,” Raijack informs.
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Red Hood prowling over to her. She nods to him and taps into the terminal with her gauntlet.
Red Hood readies his bomb defusal kit as she instructs the internal warehouse drones into delivering the goods to them.
The drone, blinking yellow—a sure sign of Raijack's virus in effect—hovers over and drops a large black cased crate before them.
As soon as the claws of the drone release the crate, Red Hood is immediately on it, pulling it open and weeding out the bomb.
They wait with bated breath. Red Hood tinkers away. The earpiece channel is silent as the team focuses.
He hisses through his teeth, and Fantôminou tenses—ready to grab him and run, in the worst case—but he only packs the kit back away and sighs in relief.
He taps the earpiece thrice—signalling success.
Raijack and Cheval Mallet don't respond, so Fantôminou and Red Hood stuff their haul into Fantôminou's Miraculous, for ease of transport, and begin making their way towards the warehouse the other two were hitting.
By the time they reach the nearest warehouse doors, the earpiece triple buzzes. Success, again.
They pause only to exchange a nod between the two before continuing to meet up with Cheval Mallet and Raijack—no rendezvous needed this time so far.
It takes forty seconds to cross halfway to the other warehouse, where they meet the other two along with Markov in the middle.
Cheval Mallet waves a hand and the five of them skulk over to a small shed off the side of another warehouse. He raises his horseshoe weapon and calls out, “Bon Voyage!”
The portal forms and Markov flies through first. The remaining four exchange glances then bolt forwards, racing to see who can get through first.
The blue light blinds them all for a second, despite how used to the power they are.
“Mission success!” Fantôminou cheers breathlessly once the blue fades, throwing her hands up in celebration.
“WOOH!” Cheval Mallet yells, jumping up and punching the air.
Red Hood snorts, “but more importantly I so won!”
Raijack hums, “let's see what Markov has to say about that.”
Markov makes a series of boops and beeps, yellow LEDs flickering. “Red Hood is correct, he won the portal race.”
“YES!” Red Hood crows.
“Oh come on!” Raijack grumbles.
Footsteps and clapping approaches. “Well done,” Félix praises, “but perhaps leave the celebration until after you've all gotten into jammies.”
Cheval Mallet giggles, “Flicks, I can't believe you can somehow still sound pretentious whilst saying something as childish sounding as "jammies"!”
Félix raises an eyebrow, “you say this every time I call pyjamas that. Now come on, I've ordered pizza and Roy, Alix, Luka, Artemis, Kori, and Bizarro are already waiting for you lot, in the lounge, so we can get the party started.” He turns on his heel and walks out of the utility-changing room.
Markov, as the only one not needing to change, shows the tongue-sticking-out emoji on his LED screen and zooms after Félix.
Jason, Marinette, Adrien, and Max all start changing out of their gear as quickly as possible.
“Oh no!” Adrien gasps, half undressed, suddenly remembering something. “We forgot to take the motorbikes back!”
Marinette groans, “I knew I was forgetting something!"
Facepalming, Jason sighs. “We were all too caught up in everything going well for once.”
Max snorts. “Oh don't worry! I anticipated this, all it took was a little hacking into our hoverbikes and now they're on autopilot to one of our empty storage bases.”
“Oh. Well, that's good then.” Adrien says, looking a little embarrassed.
“Yeah… anyway come on, we don't want to keep your cousin and the others waiting any longer! They'll eat all the pizza!” Marinette exclaims.
They all finish changing into loungewear and pyjamas just as music starts to play from the lounge and so frantically, they all dash towards it, trying to shove each other out of the way and laughing playfully as they do so.
They've won a battle, they've successfully gotten in and out with a good haul of gun tech. No alarms tripped, nothing went wrong. Hoverbikes undamaged and on the route home. For once, everything went smoothly. And that, is cause for an evening of celebration.
Leaving the worries of the rat for tomorrow.
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In a dark observatory with a closed butterfly window, a folder is tossed across a desk.
Papillon glances down at the folder with indifference. He rests his elbows on the expensive polished wood and steeples his fingers. “You said you had acquired information that you believe will interest me?”
The man in a black suit sitting opposite Papillon, smiles patiently. “My informant went through quite the lengths to acquire this. Why not take a look inside.”
Papillon purses his lips, “this better not be a waste of my precious time, Lex.”
Lex Luthor raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I assure you, Gabriel, you will find what is inside most interesting.”
There's a moment's pause as Gabriel waits. Nothing happens. He nods and then opens the folder. He spreads the papers inside in arc across the desk. In the middle of the papers, is the photo of a smiling teenage girl with bright blue eyes, and blue-dyed hair. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” He reads out, lips curling into a contemplative frown.
“Poor little girl,” Lex croons mockingly, “missing—presumed dead—after her parents' bakery was destroyed in an Akuma attack. Her name should be familiar to you though, won your one-day derby hat competition at her school.”
Gabriel's fingers still mid-steeple, and he moves one hand up to his chin in thought. “Ah yes, I remember that designer. The one with the feather derby whose design was stolen and copied. That signature embroidery was impressive work.” He recounts.
Lex grins, “yes, however most distressingly, it would seem this up and coming star of a designer has lost her glow.”
“How so?” Gabriel responds, furrowing his brows.
“Well you see, my informant has found… evidence, that our poor little designer here fell through the cracks into the shadows after the loss of her parents and bakery. It's rather obvious that the larvae have taken her as their own, some of their masks and clothes fit perfectly with what we know of her unique incorporation of her signature, as well as stitch work.” Lex explains, waving a hand towards the rest of the photographs and documents spread from the folder.
Gabriel frowns and eyes a few of the other papers with interest. “I see, that is most unfortunate.”
“But.” Lex cuts in before Gabriel can say anything more. “I'm well aware you're plenty familiar with fixing larvae with damaged wings and frayed wires. As such, a strange little cold case brimming with potential for your program, would do quite nicely for your collection, wouldn't you say?” Lex insinuates, rising from his seat as he continues, “rescue the poor larvae, craft it a chrysalis, and nurture the Pupa into something radiant. Not unlike what you did with the Macrothylacia Rubi, and your replacement wife.” With that, Lex smiles smugly down at Gabriel and then strides out of the observatory, not giving Gabriel a chance to respond.
And leaving Papillon to the folder and his musings.
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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |
| Behind the Names: Fantôminou is a portmanteau of Fantôme (Ghost/Phantom) and Minou (Kitty). And she's called that because I thought the Black Footed cat fit her, and they're nicknamed Anthill Tigers. They also have the highest successful hunting rate! |
| Raijack is a portmanteau of Raiju (lightning dragon) and jack plug (the connect-y bit on headphones into a phone for example) but is also a play on the word Hijack. |
| Cheval Mallet is an evil horse spirit that offers rides to weary travellers and kidnaps them. Yes, there is a reason behind this. It's covered in Chap 2 |
| Chèvrapide is a portmanteau of Chèvre (Goat) and Rapide (Fast). |
| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I’ll be more than happy to answer! |
| @jasonette-july-event |
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Jasonette July Day 7: Guns
Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event
Prompt: Guns
Rated: T
Everyone was returning to the Batcave after a satisfying night on patrol. Steph had been at Barbara’s side for 30 minutes now, having just come back from her turn on patrol. Dick and Tim had just arrived, they had just cracked the case on a string of robberies that had taken place. Dick and Barbara were hoping this meant that Tim would get a decent amount of sleep for the first time in over a week. Jason and Marinette arrived moments later, Jason felt the need to do an Akira-style handbrake turn as his motorcycle came to a stop, sending a plume of dust towards the others. “Show off” Tim grumbled, Dick rolled his eyes knowing full well he was the one who taught him how to do it. Marinette hopped off the back of the motorcycle, wearing her red polka dotted hoodie and cloth domino mask. It didn’t have the same abilities as the real Ladybug suit, but it kept her warm and hid her civilian identity.
Jason steps off his bike and takes off his helmet, revealing a large smirk on his face. “You’re just jealous you failed your driver’s test, Replacement.” The nearby elevator dings, its doors open to reveal Alfred with a trolley of food.
“Master Todd, if you could please refrain from drifting in the Batcave. You're not the one who has to sweep the floors.”
Jason sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “Sorry Alfred.”
Alfred pushes the trolley to a nearby table, “Breakfast today is eggs, bacon, pancakes, hash browns...and yes, a hot bowl of chocolate milk” he gave Marinette a pointed look as he said this.
Everyone begins to gather around the table, mouths watering and eager for Alfred’s cooking.
As they began to eat, the conversation of guns somehow began, seeing as Bruce and Damian were still on patrol. “You know, for all the crap you guys give me about being trigger happy, I think all of us have at least touched a gun at some point.” Jason said, “I mean Dick has when he went undercover that one time.”
“Still mostly used the escrima sticks though.” Dick piped up.
“Barbie was raised by a police commissioner”, Jason pointed out, “ and Steph?”
Just when Jason thought Stephanie might be the exception to his theory, she explained “remember that time I went undercover in a boarding school?”
They vaguely remembered that time, but Stephanie didn’t really tell them much beyond encountering Professor Pyg on that mission. “The girls were being trained with handguns, to ‘aim where it hurts the most’.” she explained, everyone else winced as the meaning of her words set in. Jason turns his attention to Marinette ”so Pixie, have you ever used a gun before?” Marinette answers after taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “Only once.” she says quietly.
Jason bellows a laugh and slams his hand on the table, “Now I gotta hear this.” Everyone around the table turns to Marinette with curiosity as to how she got the chance to handle a gun in Paris. Marinette begins describing her encounter with Malediktator. “To keep it brief, the Mayor was puppeted by the supervillain Hawk Moth. Not only that, Chat Noir was also hypnotised. I called for my lucky charm and I got a rocket launcher.”
Eyes widened around the table with surprise, everyone had seen Ladybug conjure polka-dotted household items. Never an actual weapon. “What happened next?” asked Barbara.
Marinette began scratching her cheek sheepishly, “well I ripped off the laser pointer and threw the rocket launcher away.”
Jason immediately slumped, as if all the excitement and energy had been sucked away.
This drew everyone’s attention, “Jason looks like he’s in actual physical pain.” Tim whispered to Dick.
“I think those are actual tears in his eyes” Dick whispered back.
Jason trembled as he spoke, “what did you do with the laser sight?” he asked.
Marinette continued sipping her hot chocolate, “Well I used the laser pointer to distract Chat Noir.”
At this point Jason stands straight up, knocking over the chair he was sitting on. “You could've just used the laser pointer with the rocket launcher attached, why did you throw it away?” shouted Jason.
Marinette shrugs, “It was heavy, didn’t need it.”
Jason felt as if Marinette just betrayed him. “Didn’t need it?” he sobs.
Marinette gives Jason an annoyed look, “I had a plan Jay, and it wasn’t ‘Let’s shoot the Mayor’. I needed to distract Chat Noir and have him knock over the guards, so that Queen Bee could get a clear shot.” she explained. “Plus, I was around 13! It was a well thought out plan. ”
Jason shot back “A convoluted plan, why can’t you use your lucky charm in a straightforward way like I did?”
At this Marinette stood up, pushing the chair back “And beat people up with a purse?” She yelled.
“Yes!” Cried Jason.
As the two began shouting at each other, the others were watching Marinette and Jason argue with growing discomfort.
Barbara begins to slowly wheel herself away from the table, while Stephanie puts on her headphones.
Dick whispers to Tim, “Should we leave these two to have their lover’s spat?”
Tim leans towards Dick and whispers back. “Nah, I want to see how it goes. Who knows? Maybe we’ll see them argue on which way to put toilet paper, or how to squeeze toothpaste.”
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Masterpost
note: all my works are tagged with #O.o
ao3 account (note: not much is in here)
JASONETTE JULY 2022!: (NEW!)
Note: these will not be arranged by date. But instead will be arranged by type. I now have connected stories!
AU#1 (no name yet) note: TAGLIST IS OPEN!
"The blood will not dry" day 1
"I want to be free" day 2
Woke up a rebel AU: (starts at day 3, probably)
One shots:
"Quick nap" day 4
"The glass that keeps us apart" day 5
Maribat (one-shots):
Eyes (Talon!Marinette AU) (ao3) (wattpad) - one shot
Pixie (wattpad) - one-shot
MARIBAT MARCH 2022:
Day 1:Arrow - "Distracted"
Day 2:Circus - "Inside the Tent"
JASONETTE JULY 2021
Also cross-posted at wattpad- here
Saturday challenge 1 (Hurt no comfort)
DAY 1 (suit up)
DAY 2 (protection)
DAY 3 (grave)
DAY 4 (game on) not fanfic
DAY 5 (fairytales)
DAY 6 (trust) not fanfic
DAY 7 (guns)
DAY 8 (family)
DAY 9 (pixie)
DAY 10 (light) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
DAY 11 (enemy mine) not fanfic
DAY 12 (dare)
DAY 13 (bee)
MY ART
Ladybug head sketches
Double helmet-hood
Robin!Jason Christmas 🎄
#Masterpost#Jasonette#Maribat#My posts (the ones that are not reblogs) are tagged with this-#O.o#fanfiction#The ones inside these () are prompts#Fanart#Jasonette July#maribat march
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GUNS
Jasonette July 2021
PROMPT- "guns" | Day 7 | SIBLINGS
MASTERPOST
(Note: Strong language included.)
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"Please be useful, please be useful," Ladybug whispered repeatedly as she activated her lucky charm. She needed it to finish her plan. If this fails they're doomed. Wel, probably not; she still got a bunch of backup plans; and a backup team to help.
It was the final battle. They- Team Miraculous, as the public call them- need to win for the sake of Paris.
They were currently at Hawkmoth's- or Gabriel's lair. So far, the battle has gone pretty bad. Almost half of her teammates are down. So far from what she could see, Chat and Rena Rouge are currently distracting Hawkmoth and Mayura while she's summoning her lucky charm. She bit her lip in anticipation.
Hoping that whatever it summons, it will fit into the plan.
The magical light finally ended and her eyes widened at the items at her hands.
Guns. Two pistols.
She grinned; a crazy-like grin.
Fuck plan 15. She can make plan 35.
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Her brother must have noticed her silence , because a second later he asked in the commns.
"Well? What is it pixie?" she smirked. And instead of answering Ladybug loaded her guns.
"Hawkmoth will never know what's coming..." she said in English while holding the guns with both of her hands; she still have that maniac grin at her face.
Thanks Jay for the shooting lessons.
Finding an opening, she shot Hawkmoth on a precise spot on his thigh. She hit the exact location that can never make him walk again. Hawkmoth fell down feeling the excruciating pain on the lower part of his body. Blood oozing out of the wound.
Take that you motherfucker!
Marinette didn't know she said that out loud until Chat gave her an 'are you serious' look. Oh right, that's his shitty father. She just shrugged her shoulders. He deserved it. Rena just smirked, hitting Mayura's head while distracted; leaving her unconscious.
She could hear loud laughing from different voices at the commn her brother gave her. Pretty sure Jason's the loudest. She could already hear Bruce giving her a look and saying-
"No killing" ahh, there it is.
She just snorted, "I know," she said while walking towards Hawkmoth, "that's why I only used one bullet." Ladybug crouched down and snapped the butterfly miraculous off his chest. Leaving Gabriel Agreste on the floor.
"Too bad Tikki replaced the others with rubber" she grumbled. She's lucky to have an extra bullet; courtesy of Jason.
"You will regret this ladybug." Gabriel gritted his teeth.
"Nah, YOU will regret this. Have you forgotten who has the gun?" she said sweetly; waving the gun around, and intentionally pointing it to his face. "Another bullet won't hurt right?"
Gabriel swallowed; Marinette grinned.
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Finally! A peaceful day at Paris!
Marnette sat on a bench at the park; enjoying the day sketching ideas without the threat of an akuma. It had been a day after Hawkmoth's defeat. Marinette's been relaxing all day.
She smiles looking at the people having fun at the park. Plenty of families decided to celebrate together and have a picnic at the park. Children are happily playing at the grass, finally free.
While observing the people, she realized how glad she is to save them; and how all of their work is worth it.
She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned on her bench.
Her moment of peace was disturbed though, by a giant figure lifting her up. The person also known as her big brother- Jason Todd.
"Jay!"
"Pixie! That bastard is finally gone!" she laughed as he hugged her tightly.
"Well, if it wasn't for your family, we probably wouldn't had stopped him!"
"The way you handled it was awesome by the way,"Jason set her down on the grass, "let's get some ice cream to celebrate!"
"Heck yeah!"
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(We need a break from the angst)
@jasonette-july-event
#jasonette#jasonette july 2021#maribat#mlb x dc#Jasonettejuly2021#This was longer than I intended#To make...#I feel like I lack jasonette interactions...#But i had this idea for a long time...#Even before i got into maribat#Inspired by a comic I found on YT?#O.o
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Jasonette July Day 3: Grave
Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event
Prompt: Grave (EDIT : trying to make it look consistent)
Rated: T
Side note: Tikki and Plagg being the ones who created the Lazarus pits is my favourite bit of Maribat crossover lore.
Marinette had only known Jason for about a year, ever since that day he commissioned her for a new suit and leather jacket design. She had seen news reports about the Red Hood, but she had never seen him in person ever since she came to Gotham. That was until he visited her just as she was getting ready to close up shop. Marinette needed to know why her mysterious client was asking her to work with a great big bolt of Kevlar. It seemed like a challenging task for the young boutique owner. It wasn’t necessarily being used for nefarious purposes. He was a crimefighter, one of many that tried to keep Gotham safe. Tikki felt like there was something strange about him, but she couldn’t quite put their finger on why.
She didn’t think she’d ever see him again, until one night when there was a loud banging on the boutique door. Marinette was about to say something about people having no manners when she saw a redhead in a red suit and a green cap…with someone’s arm slung over his shoulder. Marinette rushed to the front door to find the Red Hood, with his helmet cracked to reveal a part of his face. She could make out some matted dark hair and a red domino mask around his eye. “Please, do you think he can lay low in here for a while? At least until we can get him fixed up,” the redhead asked, “we can’t take him to the hospital”. Marinette looked around before hurrying them inside.
She got to know more about Jason, the person behind the red mask. There’s only so much you can hide from a person after they end up cleaning and stitching your wounds in their apartment. He told her that he slept on the streets of Gotham before being taken in by Batman when he was 13. He told her that, when he was 15, he went on a journey to find his birth mother and he was never the same since. Jason would say that the old him died that day. Marinette assumed he meant that he was so drastically changed by the experience, that he was unrecognizable from his old self. Still, she got to know the person he was in that moment, and that was what mattered. The two became close and started dating shortly after, and Marinette told him that she had been a superhero since she was 13. Marinette remembered seeing a worried look on his face, before assuring him that she was up against very different villains from what he was used to in Gotham. Marinette wondered if he was worried that she could have ended up like him?
Marinette knew that there was a roguish charm to him, possibly a remnant of the young boy he described from his past. She would occasionally help him as Ladybug, and he became impressed with her quick thinking in a fight. Marinette told him about the time she got a rocket launcher as a lucky charm and discarded it because she only needed the targeting laser. She was certain that she saw a tear in his eye at that moment. Marinette also knew he was someone who cared about those close to him, a group of people who now included her. She got the chance to meet the rest of his adopted family, that is when he wasn’t at odds with them. Dick reminded her far too much of Chat Noir, Damian was a lot colder and more standoffish, Tim told her he’s like that with everyone. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Marinette knew Jason would put his life on the line for his adopted brothers. She came to know Roy as the more optimistic of their dynamic duo, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t battling demons of his own. As the year went on, Marinette went from being unsure about him, to feeling safe and warm with him by her side. Even Tikki came to see that whoever this person was, he made their Guardian happy, and that was what mattered most.
Today, however, Marinette had been worried sick. Jason had left for a mission in a rush, barely able to say goodbye. That was days ago, he had not answered any of her messages or her calls. She paced around the apartment in a panic, “why isn’t he answering? Is he hurt? Captured? Worse yet…dead?” She slapped her cheeks, trying to snap out of it.
“Jason’s strong, he can handle it. If he’s in trouble, I’m sure Dick or Tim would help him. If he’s really in trouble, Bruce would certainly help him,” Tikki assured her as Marinette paced around the room.
Marinette decided to take a trip to Wayne Manor, having some of Alfred’s baking would calm them both and she could ask him about Jason’s whereabouts. Ladybug sets off to Wayne Manor, changing back before she arrives at the front gate. When she arrives in the kitchen, she is greeted by Alfred wearing an apron. "Welcome Miss Dupain-Cheng, you're just in time. I'm doing the finishing touches on the ginger biscuits. Why don't you take a seat while they cool?"
Marinette smiles at Alfred, she could smell the biscuits from the front door. "Thanks, Alfred, I came to ask about Jason. I haven’t heard from him in a while,” she asked.
Alfred scratched his chin, "Master Todd? It would be best to ask Master Bruce then if it's related to work. He is currently asleep and should wake up in an hour or two"
“Thanks, Alfred, mind if I have a few biscuits to go then? I'd like to have a walk in the gardens, " she asked.
Alfred nodded and handed the biscuits to her in a paper bag.
Marinette took a stroll around Wayne Manor, walking past Damian drawing something, whilst a large dog was curled around him. She came across the private Wayne cemetery at the very edge of the estate. She was drawn in by the Gothic architecture and design of the area. Curious about the history of the Wayne family, she tentatively wandered into the graveyard. She saw the graves of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Everyone knew the story of how Bruce watched in horror as they were killed in Crime Alley.
She froze in shock as she saw one grave in particular, tears began forming in her eyes. “Here Lies Jason Peter Todd: Gone But Not Forgotten” in large bold letters. She felt her heart breaking, many questions raced through her mind. How did he die? Why didn’t anyone tell her? Did no one at least think to invite her to the funeral? She was too stunned to move, Tikki floated down to take a close look. Before she could utterly break down in tears, she heard a voice behind her.
“Hey, Pixie Pop” Marinette whipped around to see Jason standing before her. He was casually eating a chilli dog, acting as if standing in front of his gravestone was the most natural thing in the world. Marinette didn’t know if she should feel happy, distraught or furious. At first, she slammed into him, hugging him tightly. “Hey, Pixie, did you miss me that much?” He was about to return her hug, and maybe finish eating the chilli dog over her shoulder, when she softly pounded her fists into his chest.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked, her fists punctuating her words, Jason was trying to make sense of what she meant. He had told her that he had died before, or at least tried to. Even he didn’t like to talk about it, the events leading up to it and how he was brought back. Eventually, she stopped, and just curled into him with tears streaming down her face. Right now, the last thing she needed was dumb jokes as he held her close to him.
“I’m sorry, I” Jason tried to explain, only to be interrupted by Tikki.
“Marinette,” Tikki called, Marinette looked back at the gravestone to see the date written on the tombstone. The year was 7 years ago when Jason was around 15.
She turned back to Jason “so when you said that your old self died…”, Tikki finally realised why she always felt there was something strange about him. The Lazarus pits, the result of a wish that she and Plagg were forced to grant long ago. Tikki could sense her magic on him, and a faint hint of Plagg’s magic that would consume him if left unchecked. In the time he’d known Marinette, he had managed to keep it under control, for her sake.
“So what happened? These last few days I mean,” she asked as she pulled away, wiping her tears on her sleeves before crossing her arms.
“I was gonna call you, Roy and I were in Paris fighting killer mimes when one of them fried my phone,” he explained. “I tried to get you something to eat from your parents’ bakery on the last day we were there, your parents said ‘hi’ by the way”, he told her.
“Then what happened?” she asked, he wasn’t holding any paper bags or boxes with their logo on them.
“Roy ate them all is what happened, right after his little talk with Killer Croc,” he told her.
“So why didn’t you just drop by for a visit when you came back?” she asked.
“We tried to, but Roy was craving chilli dogs and I was just ready to crash,” he replied. The look on Marinette’s face told him that if he didn’t do something, he might be back in that grave a lot sooner than he thought. “Look, I’ll make it up to you, starting with taking you to that little craft store you love…” he suggested, the corner of her mouth pulled into a slight smile. “I’ll buy you as much silk, satin and tulle as you want. Paid for with money we got from kicking killer mime ass”, he promised.
“You mean I’ll get a chance to sew something that isn’t Kevlar, leather or your flesh? Who are you and what have you done with the real Jason?” She asked jokingly. As the two of them walked away, Jason wrapped his arm around her. He glanced back at his tombstone, that boy had been gone for quite some time now. Right now, he was just trying to be a better man.
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Masterlist
Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots -
HER GIRLFRIEND, ME, IS A BISEXUAL (only on ao3)
Zoé and Marinette on the boat (ao3 link)
A New M’lady (ao3 link)
Maribat Fics -
Maribat March 2021:
Day One: Found Family
Maribat March Complete
living among the regular people of the world trying to blend in (Completed)
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 The Beginning (ao3 link)
Jasonette July 2021
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (ao3 link)
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