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miracle-sham · 1 year

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Of a Sinking Severed Heart—Bleeding 'Til the End.

| {MGI Team Mixer Event Alphabet Soup Drabble — Letter P} |

| {Blue, Sapphire, I Want To Go Home To My Wife, Soulmates} |

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| Dragons with soulmates were always said to have hearts made of the purest gemstones. Inevitably this led to them being hunted or captured for the wealth they could grant upon their death. |

| But sometimes, the reason for capturing one is far worse. |

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| Word Count: 1,029. |

| Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced non consensual drug use, blood and injury, angst, hurt/no comfort, grief/mourning, non-graphic non-consensual body modification/amputation, dragon Tim Drake, dragon Marinette, and soulmates. |

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| A/N: Here's the last fic of the event, finally cross-posted to Tumblr! |

| Please make sure to read those tags carefully before reading! But if you're able to handle that sort of content then I hope you enjoy! |

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This couldn't be it, this couldn't be the end. Not here, not now, not for her.

Tim was helpless to do anything but watch from beyond the sickly green wrought iron cage—poisoned spikes on both the inside and outside of the bars to prevent any attempts at escape.

Not that it stopped him, mind you. But all that brought him was mocking laughter, a cursed amulet preventing him from shifting back to his human form, clipped wings, horns cut, snout muzzled, sapphire scales torn and patchy—making it hurt to move, talons declawed—phalanges removed so they wouldn't ever grow back, and a cocktail of drugs fogging his mind and torpefying his body, all to keep him from being able to break out on his own.

Marinette was his precious loving soulmate, she's a part of his hoard as much as he is of hers. Their hearts beat in sync. He could feel the distant frenetic desperate pulse of her heart tethered to him, completely in time to his equally pounding heart despite the distance between them. He could also feel the stinging scratches and scrapes on her hands and knees on his own, the deep ache in her muscles and bones in his, the flaring stabs across her torso and shoulders with every movement she makes in his as well, just as if those were his injuries instead of hers alone.

She could probably feel the numb agony of the undoubtedly permanent damage done to him in this cage. How she was still able to keep going, keep fighting, with the pain slowly killing him—them—, was beyond him.

That was how their soulbond worked, an eye for an eye, a heart for a heart, a soul for a soul, pain for pain. Bearing what the other is taking, sharing the burden of their suffering.

A blessing and a curse, always being able to tell whether your soulmate was hiding injuries or overworking themselves to the detriment of their body. It was… it was probably a relief for her, in the time after his capture—to know the Joker's been keeping him alive.

Marinette's heartbeat stuttered as the fight drew away from the cage and out of his sight. Heart in his throat, Tim barely holds back a desperate keel. He can't afford to distract her now—

Electricity, surging through his body. Lancing pain whiting his vision out.

He could barely hear her screams through the crackling around him. No, no, no, no—please.

Maniacal laughter rang out clearly above the thundering of their shared heartbeat and the sizzling searing of electrical burns tearing through their bodies.

And oh, oh…

Oh no.

If he thought the electricity was bad enough, then the five pinpricks of pain in the centre of his chest shouldn't have been noticeable.

But it was. And brutally so. His chest. Ruptured open. Tearing and shredding apart like something was being ripped out. Or well, not his chest. But Marinette's.

Throat constricting, he could barely breathe. The pain was so consuming. He couldn't tell if the struggle he had breathing was his or hers, or both of theirs.

His, apparently.

Seeing as Tim could feel it.

The very moment his soulmate's—Marinette's—heart ceased to beat.

That gaping agony rupturing and rending through his chest and sternum—right through to where their hearts lay in each of their chests—was painting a clear enough guess of what was happening—had happened. To her.

“No!” He barely rasped under the restraining muzzle. Please survive! He wanted to beg her, please hold on just a little bit longer! The others must be near soon…

The tether snapped. The bond shattered.

“Plea—” Tears leaked from his eyes, stinging the small sore scaleless patches of skin as they dripped down his cheeks.

The pain of her injuries faded as her heartbeat's absence grew longer.

The Joker skipped back into view from within the wretched cage, a blue crystalline heart of a dragon, bleeding and unbeating in his hands. “Would you look at this! A pure of heart sapphire!”

Bursting into cackles at his own words, the Joker barrelled over, grin sickeningly wide.

The breath caught in Tim's throat.

It… it should have killed him too. He should be dead.

“NOOO!” He rasped again, throat bleeding from the strain. Clutching at his chest, overcome, he desperately wailed for his other half. Don't leave me! He wanted to cry out to all that remained of her, please, how am I supposed to live without you?

His wail was cut off sharply with a wet cough. Choking on the blood from his throat as the muzzle kept him from taking any deeper breaths.

An emptiness—hollowness, settled inside his heart. As the lonesome silence, barring the incessant laughter, persisted.

What else? He thought to himself deadeningly—despondently, what else am I supposed to do? Without you here?

The Joker straightened up and sneered at Tim. “Awww, aren't you having fun?”

“No,” Tim whispered under his breath, closing his eyes and using what little strength he had left to curl up into a ball, covering himself with his clipped wings. “I just want to go home to my wife, my soulmate…”

“Well let's fix that then! They do say laughter is the best medicine!” The Joker crowed, dropping the heart on the ground before moving out of sight once again. Followed by a chuff and a hiss of liquid gas spraying from a machine.

Tim flinched. Expecting the worst.

The machine exploded. The cage rocked crashing over—freeing him.

The sounds of gunfire and batarangs reached his ears but Tim only had eyes for Marinette. Disconsolate, he slowly crawled to her and her heart with everything he had left. Fragilely, he scooped her sapphire heart up in his claws and cradled it against his chest fruitlessly, as if the proximity to his own heart would somehow breathe life back into hers. Once he reached her body, he bowed his head and let the tears spill from his eyes.

This couldn't be it, this couldn't be the end. Not here, not now, not for her. But it was. And there was nothing he could do to change it.

His heartbeat felt lonely.

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blackroserelina · 2 years

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I recently have went head first into timinette. Where Tim leaves the batfam and goes to Paris. I was wondering if anyone knows any good story I have not read yet with this idea? I will make a list of the ones I've read and leave a link if you would like to read them.

The Journey to You

Save Myself

La Fortune du Café

#maribat #ml/dc #ml x dc #miraculous x dc #timinette #timari #marinette x tim

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 2 years

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Terror Twins

Meet Cute Monday 39

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

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Kon trailed behind Lex confused. Mercy hadn’t made the situation any clearer when he had asked earlier and now Lex was exuding the same vibes he did when he was entering business meetings. He really didn’t know what to make of it.

“Dad... in English, can you explain why I’m here again?”

“Because, my son, I would like you to start networking. It is important to know others in the field, both currently in charge as well as their mentee’s who in time will be in control as the time requires it. Having their ear is important for you to succeed if Superman turns or leaves or follow in my own footsteps.”

“And were meeting the bunch of bad guys...?”

“Visionaries sweetheart, contemporary visionaries. We all want to the world to be a better place, we just have... different ideologies and approaches of what that could be than the Justice League. They see the world in such black and white, where it’s full of greys.”

“And I’m here to network.”

“Yes. As its the summer, a lot of those who I’m meeting will be bringing their apprentices with them. You just need to keep on the nicer side of them.”

His dad turned and paused to look at Kon with his sharp eyes. As Lex tilted his head, Kon wish he could get a better read of him and know what he saw, what he really was asking for.

“Just be yourself and don’t ruffle any feathers. If you don’t agree with what they are saying, for today, don’t comment and store it for information to use at a later date sweetheart.”

In response Kon just nodded cautiously like he understood but he was still mystified by it all. Lex smiled softly at him, like he was precious, innocent that needed to be protected from the world and leant in and ruffled his hair.

Kon let out a squark pushing his dad’s hands away growling at the man for mucking up his perfectly styled hair. He could see his dad smirking as he turned back and gesturing to follow him down the corridor. Kon huffed and rolled his eyes. He knew that Lex had done that on purpose to make him relax, and frustratingly as it meant he’d keep doing it, it had worked.

.....

Standing near Mercy in a large dome like room, Kon watched as Slade glared with contempt at his dad. His dad just rolled his eyes at the mercenary’s dramatic behaviour and straightened out his suit brushing imaginary dust from the sleeves.

“Is there a problem Wilson.”

“It’s the school holidays.”

“And?”

“I��ve had to bring Janie’s brat with me. This will give him more dangerous idea’s than he already has. He doesn’t need this kinda influence.”

Kon watched with wide eyes as Lex suppressed a shuddered. His dad never looked uncomfortable, and now it was unsettling as the scarred man seemed to cause that affect. He took a slight step closer to Mercy, who rested her hand on his shoulder, for comfort.

“You’re looking after Janets child?”

“Janie has decided to stop CPS getting involved due to a ‘concerned teacher’ that *I* need to play doting uncle to the menace during the holidays.”

Lex looked tense as Kon observed from the distance. His dad looked around the room before stopping at a pair of two dark haired children chattering animatedly with weapons in hand and blanched.

“Shiva’s brought her niece too Luthor. There’s a reason we all agreed not to have these meetings in holiday’s unless there is an emergency. So,” the mercenary growled, “what’s the emergency.”

“I hadn’t realised that the terror twins would be here...”

“Figured.”

“I have information that presently doesn’t result in an emergency, but unfortunately unless addressed could cause us all issues in the future. Mercy, please take Kon and supervise the youngsters while I discuss matters with my business partners.”

Mercy nodded and started to lead Kon away from his dad towards, who he suspected were the ‘terror twins’. Glancing back at his dad, Lex just nodded to him in what he guessed was meant to be a reassuring gesture but looked more like a wince with how Slade’s rough voice danger as he spoke at the same time.

“This better be worth it Luthor.”

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The terror twins were not what Kon expected them to be. They weren’t in fact twins at all despite their similar appearance according to Mercy. The boy appeared to be almost painfully shy, hiding behind the girl who appeared to be rainbow and sunshine as Kon approached. He was whispering in her ear glancing repeatedly at Kon with enormous steel blue eyes compared to the warm bluebell ones of the girl.

In heavily accented English the girl beamed at Kon, putting her hand out to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Marinette. This is Tim. Why do you look like Superman??”

Kon blinked at her, his eyes darting between the two and up at Mercy hoping that he’s father's assistant would be of help as he reached out to receive an enthusiastic handshake. Unfortunately, Mercy just smiled with amusement at him and left him to fend for himself against these ‘friendly wolves’ as she made her way towards where the refreshments were.

“Err...”

“Mars! You can’t just ask him that!”

Tim seemed horrified by his blunt friend, nervously twitching as if he would be getting into trouble.

“Why? You said he did, and it didn’t make sense cos superman doesn’t have a child his age.”

Kon winced, knowing his other biological doner wasn’t completely aware of him and had his own child, much to his dad’s disgust. It hurt that the girl, Marinette was so forward with her reasoning.

“Because Mars, its rude! People don’t like being interrogated.”

“Pfft! You stalk people, interrogations just the next step Timmy.”

“Not really, Uncle Slade says you can use that info to blackmail is the next step... or to eliminate them.”

“Well, Auntie Sandra says the best thing is to just eliminate if they don’t give you the information you need.”

“Err...”

Two sets of almost glowing blue eyes rounded on Kon, their attention now shifted to him. A slow blush started to make is way up his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so intensely looked at. Especially by two cute fellow tweens. Between the pair of them it felt like they were seeing into his soul, there was something about them together that was slightly unsettling with the intensity of their gaze.

Marinette nudged Tim, who now Kon was there and Marinette taking the attention off him was opening up, shoved her back causing them to burst into cackles.

“Sorry, Mars is a handful.” Tim got between giggles. “You do look a lot like Supes though, you know?”

“Umm... yeah, we share some similar DNA I guess...”

“Ooooo! Like family?” Marinette managed to get out, her laughter slowly becoming manageable.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Timmy? Does Supes have other family members? I can’t see much of Mr Luther in him.”

“Mars!”

“Timmy’s a superhero expert. He knows all about them and everything. His ridiculously smart.”

Tim looked down almost shy at how his ‘twin’ was selling his skillset. Kon grinned at the pair, nodding along as they seemed to bicker and ‘bigging up’. They really weren’t what he was expecting from skilled fighters' younger family members.

“Why are you guys here with your uncle and aunt?”

The pair looked at each other and seemed to converse with just facial expressions alone. Kon felt out the loop and unsure before Marinette spoke up blandly.

“Parents.”

Kon just blinked at Marinette, her monotonous tone and robotic response was apparently meant to explain everything. He looked to Tim for more information as Kon was just confused by the answer.

“They run businesses. School keeps us out their hair during term time. In the summer... they’re busy people with important roles. Apparently leaving kids unsupervised isn’t allowed so *family time*.”

Tim waved jazz hands at *family time* as Kon looked surprised and tried to seek Mercy or his dad to work out what the pair were implying. He knew his dad was a busy man running multiple things, but he (or Mercy) always made time for him. Why didn’t theirs?

“That doesn’t sound... fun.”

“Tim’s parents' suck!”

“Hey! Yours aren’t much better.”

“Least I live with them most of the year and they do spend time with me when not working.”

Sensing an impending argument about to break out with the heat in the twins' eyes and that it was potentially a regular disagreement, Kon tried to distract them. He was here to network and so far, he’d only met these two, who seemed not the future visionaries his dad had warned him against.

“Are we the only ones our age here?”

The dazzling smile that Marinette sent Kon, felt like it warmed his soul. Tim slipped a hesitant hand into his, causing Kon’s stomach to flutter.

“Nah, the rest are in the den. Mars and I were being nosy as to who was coming. We’ll take you there.”

“Tim’s cousins are there too. They look scary but aren’t really.”

“Too you, maybe.”

The pair nattered playfully, telling Kon all the ins and outs, what to look out for, who to avoid, of the next generation of ‘visionaries’ as they lead him to the den. During the journey to the den, they somehow invited him in on a dare/prank they were planning on later. Listening to their plan helped Kon understand why they got their terror twin name causing him to smile as he enthusiastically agreed to help.

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Kon looked sheepishly up at his dad who’d just re-entered the main cabin of the plane with a towel around his next and in a fresh suit. He hadn’t expected the pranks to cause so much mess and for his dad to be one of the many victims.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t realise that it would be so... so...”

He couldn’t find the word to describe the carnage that Tim and Marinette had manage to produce with so little.

“It’s ok sweetheart. You met the terror twins. It’s reminded me why we rarely meet in the holidays.”

“Are they always like that?”

“That pair... yes... Wilson and Shiva teamed up once to work around having to babysit their sibling's demonic offspring. They’ve sworn never to do it again.”

“They look cute working together.”

They really had looked cute. They bounced ideas off each other, giving passionate speeches about the plans, and the back up plans, and the alternatives to that one, and contingency plans. Watching them seemed to give the other young adults headaches but Kon found it amazing how in tune two non-family members could be. They seemed more in sync than some of the best hero teams he’d seen from a distance. The way their eyes shimmered. Their checks flushed with excitement. The way Marinette stuck her tongue out when she concentrated, the way Tim seemed to pace as he thought. Kon loved being part of it.

“They’re menaces! Any time those two get wind of what we are planning, even a minute whisper, all luck turns against us.”

“Really? But, they’re my age. They’re civilians.”

“Those two are not civilians Kon. Mark my words. The universe holds some strange regard for them. They will NEVER just be civilian's sweetheart.”

“So, is it a good thing that they’ve decided that they want me as a friend?”

His dad stopped and slowly put his drink down and looked at Kon. Really looked at Kon like he was trying to read his soul, but after meeting Marinette and Tim, it kind of fell flat for some reason. His dad sighed and just looked tired as he leant back into his chair as he gazed at Kon.

Kon gulped but sat up straighter, waiting for his dad’s judgement.

“Do you want to be their friend?”

Kon paused and thought about it. He definitely wanted to be in the action with them earlier. Their energy was contagious. Being a friend was something more though, not just joining in. It meant being there for them, like they were for each other. Kon thought of his relationships he had at school, around CADMUS, around Lex Corp. They all felt superficial in comparison to what they had. He wanted that too. To be a part of... something.

“I- yeah, I do dad.”

Lex paled but nodded. A gentle fond smile graced his dad face as he sighed and started to tap away on his phone.

“I’ll talk to their current guardians to see if they are willing to let you meet up with them. Separately. I refuse to embrace the chaos they’ll bring together yet. They may not be the next Deathstroke or Lady Shiva, but I do approve of your building connections, sweetheart. They could nicely be a bridge into a new grey area for the moment.”

Kon relaxed into his seat and slowly closed his eyes embracing the exhaustion that flooded his body that he hadn’t realised he had from the anxiety the day had brought.

He listened to the rumble of the engines as Mercy flew them back to Metropolis. His dad was sorting things out and dealing with work. Kon bathed in the comforting knowledge that he will get to meet the terror twins again as he fell into a sleep.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #kon x marinette #marinette x kon #konette #timari #tim x marinette #marinette x tim #tim x kon #kon x tim #timkonmari potential

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ellienettie · 2 years

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Enemies to Allies to Lovers

Villain x Villain Timinette imagine how fun that would be

"You don't trust me?" He asks Marinette, who was warily looking at her own glass of wine. She looked at him and felt a shiver run down her back. "I don't have a reason to yet."

Tim rolled his eyes at her. "While your paranoia is what rightfully kept you alive, it'll be the death of you. Know who you can trust." Marinette's brow arched at that. "I know who I can trust, and I can assure you that you're not in that miniscule list."

Tim moved forward to delicately pluck her glass from her hand but she kept a steady hold on it. He raised a brow at her. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"Proving that you can trust me, obviously." She pulled back the glass, stood up and walked over to the side. Tim watched her with a curious gaze. "Now what are you doing?"

"Proving that I can trust you, obviously." She lifts Tim's chin up and pushes his head onto the back of the couch.

"What, are you going to kiss me?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"Do you think I'm that daft to offer you a kiss? No." She steadies the glass above Tim, tilting it to readily pour wine.

"Open your mouth, you're going to finish my glass ‘til the last drop."

...

Why is it that Tim often finds himself at the bottom of her shoes? Literally, in this case. Tim sits still on the couch underneath the weight of her high heeled shoes, a glass of champagne in his hand delicately carried by the stem of the tulip glass. Her piercing stare seemed to burn his soul while her shoes stain his black button up shirt. “...is there anything I can help you with, my dear?”

“Fix my shoes for me.”

It should irritate him, being told what to do once again, but with her all he wants to do tease her and do it anyway. “Am I your servant? Should I call you master, Marinette?”

She shrugs, pushing her right foot harder. Tim cringes internally at the stain his cleaner would complain about. “If you want to, I won’t complain. I just want you do fix my shoes.”

“And tell me,” Tim says, pausing to sip at his champagne. “Why should I do that? Especially when you didn’t even say please. Has your mother never taught you manners?”

“Of course she did, it’s just that you’re not worthy of them.” She lifts her foot higher right over his neck and Tim’s breath hitches. “I don’t think a lady should lift their leg so high, especially when she’s wearing a dress.” Her dress leaves only a scrap for the imagination, skin tight and red as bright as his old costume, sleeve-less heart shaped-dip dress that flows down to a skirt that sways with the heavy weight of literal colored metal. She was dressed like a flame on top of burnt wood, ready to rise up and burn whatever else she wants to.

“And I don’t think we’d be in this position if you’ve followed my command.” Tim tuts at her and hands her his glass, shaking his head as he ties the black high heeled lace shoe properly. “Do I have to kneel down on my own floor or would you prefer to step on me again?”

She smiles like a nightmare in the night before it scares you, shakes you and wakes you up terrified. “Good boy for asking.” She puts her foot down and steps on him again, this time with her left foot. “I’ll have you kneeling some other day instead.”

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calico-kiwi · 1 year

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marinette would 100% call tim “duck”, “ducky/duckie”, or “duckling”

his last name’s drake. drake means a male duck. it’s adorable and she absolutely would give tim a cutesy nickname.

#timari #timinette #shutterbug #maribat #mlb x dc #marinette x tim

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itriedwritingandhereiam · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Miraculous Ladybug, Red Robin (Comics), MariBat- Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Tim Drake, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Mentioned Kol-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Crossover Pairings, Timari January (DCU & Miraculous Ladybug), Timari - Freeform, timinette, MariBat, Platonic Relationships, Good Friend Adrien Agreste, Good Friend Tim Drake, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Sleep Deprived Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Just like her main characters Series: Part 1 of Timari January 2023 Summary:

They're coffee shop buddies. One, is a college student their to study fashion and the other is spending some time with their friend in the city and finds the cafe a nice work space. They BOTH have made it their mission to test how long the human body can go before collapsing, traumatizing the staff with their orders along the way. Can their friends deter them from the unhealthy habit? Of course not, Will that stop them from trying? Also, no.

What a great friendship.

#Timari #marinette x tim #mlb x dc #maribat #timinette #coffee shop au #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake #ao3 writer #ao3feed- maribat #@maribat-calendar-events

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attractivemyfoot · 2 years

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Well, just some info not believing smart people a humour is hear you will love it later. 1st time on Tumblr Wattpad failed as before never mind . Will Akuma class graduate or fail with Lilass' lies.? What a way to dirty a pure name lily? seriously shame,so how many can pass except MPS or neutral grounds. Needs going pass or fail i want to laugh on fictional characters that show fucking irritates me to no levels. I feel murderous enough to study and pass exams for plot they literally hack the country system crack it up to crumbles and see who has fucking butterfly sanctuary see where cameras aren't there cause it's odd and Don't fit right and bank accounts are easy to access by banker ask as a hero to the banker can even tell you how a murder or something happened they've more data about people cause when people are bored they talk and because of it people have clues but are lazy or plain dumbass man that show has lot of loop holes then weaver sweater every episode and villian fucking irritates me butterflies see what type of species it is if that dumb can show something right i will spend every dollar in my account in a day. Half true but that stupid has to buy it right see accounts of those sanctuary anyway see big names 1st clue in the show or 2nd rich person 3rd isolated bitch 4th whoever your suspect is keep it there. Only 8 things were needed to be done. Harassment is okay . Emotional manipulation is okay ask that blonde ass which boils my blood. Total stupid encouraging wrong thing is good . Stealing is good. Totally taking someone's blame is good. bribing is good. Every type of crime is good huh. This show just disgust me comparing marinette and that assgreste. She is way too much better than that shity cockroach. There was a scene of literally that gives vibes of sexual intercourse. That's just inviting a disaster. What skin tight atleast see the viewer's. Half of shows shows this type of behavior is okay. That's why criminals have no fear. Stupidity of fucking society he broke few French laws man even though it was for people but do they mean something right. Man i hate kids behaving like creeps the moment i heard miraculous ladybug and chat noir. I wanted to break that kid or writer and most stupid astruck something.that bitch I hope he have 3rd stage cancer while kemo therapy he just die bring a decent writer but no a total percent and low graded human scum of the bag. I wish the moment someone sees that I just finished watching 1st season with my sis in my life i never had so much argue to kill someone than today. I generally read fan fics cause they're more well written than the original cause it corrects the wrong or totally don't show it that's total cool but this is insane my blood ran cold i binge watch it all together i am observer i see errors in everything but they can be brushed off but this god knows i might kill someone today in cold pursuit. Sorry that witch saw and ignored the flaws the golden boy is perfect just because his eyes are green as leaves and hair is blonde and skin is pale doesn't mean he is little good i don't doubt a single percent about a bitch being sentimoth. When i heard sis praising that blonde and cursing the girl i won't touch it cause more you see more problems you see . My favourites Gaslighting, parental abandonment,victim blaming, every abuse and it's type and harm can be seen but half of them are wrong. I won't bitch it but it fucking touched my sister manipulating asshole should be punched till the ground and bones don't become one. I am practically 15 i saw it Were so called' adults 'were cooing over it fools do the goddamn research like i do.

See it yourself don't believe me anyway

Introductions

Akuma class 18 (graduating)

MPS 16 (singers with different degrees)

Bruce46

Dick24 (passing University of business )

Jason 18 (graduated with degrees literature,arts, doctor, mechanics and honours)

Tim 15 (co CEO like Nettie but instead of fashion it's medicine)

Damian 15( making blunt comments with correcting teacher)

Marinette Dupain Cheng/Nettie Martha Haywood Wayne 14( degree holder of fashion,bussiness, technology enjoying the chaos , troublemaker and singer and main artist behind songs and the costumes)Story of Nettie Martha Haywood Wayne

here is a story of a girl of Gotham who was sold by her stepfather known as Willis Todd due to Joker . A mother and boy's misery . A mother who is not true but poured love through heart got addicted to drugs a boy in grief and to care for mother are the basics after some events he is taken as ward of bruce Wayne this time he never got killed because Willis killed Joker because he was dying atleast i will avenge my daughter and take down a monster. Jason learn fighting in alleys as some people were willing to teach a kid self defence but seeing a talent taught every fighting style street has offered and weapons training

you know what Tim has a big role in reunion of two brother and sister by blood solve a case bring justice for 3 countries . that's one only lila Rossi . Ceo of black trades Gris et or technology and enterprises and l'ange des cieux another CEO of Wayne and Drake enterprises a billionaire will they dominate the world or not . A singer named Le labyrinthe . you know what Tim has a big role in reunion of two bro and sis by everything but blood solve a case bring justice for 3 countries . that's one only lila Rossi claims to be NMHW and it's achievements of this one surely gonna kill. Claiming to be her infront of her is dangerous well.

Marinette/Nettie -Ceo of black trades Gris et or technology and enterprises and l'ange des cieux

In English, black ,grey and gold trades and enterprises

The angle of

(scream for the heavens you heathens)

HEAVENS

As fashion company name or pen name

#class salt #mlb x dc #maribat #adrien bashing #marinette x tim #timari #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #class blashing #original mps with extras #Chloe #Kagami #Luka #Nino #Alix #Kim #Max Nathalian Juleka

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated.

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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