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panda-writes-kpop · 6 months

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A/N: Last part of the series! This might be my favorite series I've done from a narrative point of view, I love how the story has weaved itself together over all of the parts. I hope you enjoy the ending! (and await to see what project will be coming next... 👀)

TW: SPOILERS FOR EVERY PREVIOUS PART, mind fuckery at its finest, Yooh's villain era, OOC Yoohyeon (ofc)

Summary: You finally unmask the Author, but you realize that she's not the villain you've been looking for. Maybe the villain was the friends we made along the way...

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 ♧ AU Masterlist ♧

"Where am I?"

"Back with me." The Author's voice rings through the darkness that has surrounded you.

"Wasn't I just with Siyeon?"

"But you wished to speak with me, no?"

"I-" You pause as your mind scrambles to find something to say. "I can't properly speak with you unless I can see with you."

"Fair enough."

A snap of the fingers pushes you into the light. You shield your eyes from the brightness as you find yourself surrounded by more books.

You melt into the comfort of the armchair as you stare at the women opposite of you.

Blonde hair…

"I know you."

A gentle smile breaks out on her face as she visibly relaxes.

"You do?" The tenderness in her voice, it's welcoming, soft, and… familiar.

"Dami-ya!" You cheerfully say as you hand her the drink she ordered. "You're coming with us, right?"

"Of course I am." She offers you a warm smile before gently brushing her hand against your face. "I wouldn't miss a moment I spent with you…

"And even if we were to part…" You repeat aloud, as you hope that Dami will finish your statement.

"...I'd seek to find you, again and again." She thoughtfully says as you smile in return.

"You remember."

"Why wouldn't I?" You softly ask.

"You didn't remember the other girls… I was worried that I would suffer the same fate." Dami answers as a sad look briefly crosses her face. "Do you remember them?"

"Bits and pieces."

"That's good. It means your memories are returning… which means that I can send you home."

"Home?"

"The world of the Awaken. You still don't remember much about it, do you?"

"Not really, but I have an inkling that there wasn't much to remember."

"It's no matter. When I get you home, you'll be able to pull your life back together." Dami reassures you before grabbing a book from a nearby bookshelf. "Are you ready to go home?"

"What about all of you?"

"We'll figure a way out of here, one way or another. Our predecessors did, and so will we."

"Predecessors?"

You're about to ask another question, but the sound of someone crashing through a wall causes you to jump out of your chair.

"You can't let them go home!" Yoohyeon appears out of the rubble before approaching you. "Don't you like it here? You've met so many great people! Isn't this all you were hoping for?"

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see." Dami mumbles before shutting the book. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

"Doesn't the magic bound you from-"

"Yeah, the magic did, but some nitwit broke the rules and nearly collapsed the foundation of the world that we live in!" Dami huffs before folding her arms. "Fine, I'll do it. Alice, Yoohyeon is-"

"No, I can't let you do this, Dami! It's not fair that they get to go home!!" Yoohyeon whines before nearly shoving you out of the way to get to Dami. "We had a deal!"

"You lied to me, Yoohyeon," Dami accuses her before regaining her composure, "so don't get preachy with me unless you want me to do the same with you."

"I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant to do. You tried to find an unwilling replacement for your role. How does that make you feel?" Dami asks as Yoohyeon bows her head in shame.

"Unwilling of my role… as Alice."

"Alice?" You softly repeat as the gears start to turn in your head. "You… took me away from my life because you were unsatisfied with a choice you made?"

"I know it sounds bad-"

"Yes, it fucking does, Yoohyeon! You could've not only harmed yourself, but six innocent women as well. That's not even including those in the Kingdom of Hearts!" You explode as you vent your frustrations at Yoohyeon. "Is all that you wanted was to go home? I don't think it was because you could've easily gotten a child to come with you, but you chose me. So you might as well start talking."

"I-I… I was jealous." Yoohyeon admits.

"Of what?"

"Of how quickly you moved on from me when we dated in the world of the Awaken!" Yoohyeon yells as you stare at her in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? This all… is for your petty revenge?"

"Okay, I didn't plan the Wonderland part, but when an opportunity like this falls into your hand-"

"I cannot believe you, Yoohyeon!" You scream at her. "You're vile."

"I know." She mutters in shame as you approach Dami.

"Did you know about this?"

"Handong figured it out before I did. The memories you traded, along with Yoohyeon’s…"

"-helped her put the puzzle pieces together, and then she told me." Dami explains before grabbing the book. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"

You glare at Yoohyeon before nodding at Dami.

"I want to go home."

"Okay, I'll get you home." She says. "Close your eyes, and focus on a memory that you have from the world of the Awaken. It'll anchor you to that world forever, and you'll never be able to come back to this place. Are you sure you-"

"Yes, Dami!" You exasperatedly say. "Let's go."

You close your eyes as your mind scours for a memory. You find yourself reaching for a memory from your youth when you read a book about a blonde haired girl and a magical world. She ended up going to that magical world because she fell through a rabbit hole, and that rabbit hole took her to Wonderland, where-

You force your eyes open as you look over at the clock in your bedroom.

I must've overslept.

You check the group chat with your six best friends before getting out of bed.

SuA: Morning sunshines!! How are my favorite people doing today?

Gahyeon: It's too early. I'm going back to bed.

Siyeon: Me too. I need my beauty sleep. 💅

Handong: You can get as much sleep as you need, but you won't be able to stop the acne breakouts that we all get.

JiU: Morning, SuA! I've been trying to bake cookies, but I haven't been able to make a batter that will hold up in the oven.

Dami: Morning, everyone. ☀️

You smile at your phone before typing out a message.

You: Good morning everyone! I have to work today, but maybe we can all go out to eat afterwards? 🥂 Last one to reply buys shots!

You laugh as they all race to answer you the fastest.

I missed you guys, even though I was only asleep for a few hours… I must've had some weird dreams.

You find yourself staring at a book on your shelf. You are drawn to it, and you abandon your phone to take the book in your hands.

It's a copy of Alice in Wonderland, but something's off about it.

Then you notice that the girl on the cover has black hair.

That's weird. I must have a misprint or something.

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Idk for some reason I feel like everyone in the DC comics fandom who likes Batman has at least a bit of a Rev!Robins au written down somewhere. If you do, would you care to share?

I uh yes, I have written multiple reverse robin shots so you got me there. My favorite version I shopped with @timdrakeothy in which bruce is also included in the swap so it's B as the youngest (but still 'in charge') and Dami as the oldest.

1. Bruce's parents die when he's 8, he's bitter and lonely and craving retribution. Damian is a top assassin for the LOS and is hired to kill Bruce Wayne. But he gets there and finds he can't. Bruce, being who he is, is impressed by Dami's skills and offers to hire him as a bodyguard and to train Bruce to save Gotham. Damian... can't refuse that face. So it's middle age Alfred, young adult Dami and young child Bruce.

2. Cass, also an assassin as the daughter of David Cain also comes to kill Bruce but is impressed by the boy's resolve. Together, her and Damian take to the streets as vigilantes to protect Gotham for Bruce who is so fired up. Tim is so impressed by their heroing, he shows up and asks to help out. He's the first Robin and is killed in the line of duty which devastates the family.

3. Teen Jay is caught breaking into the manor to steal things and is forcibly adopted by Bruce. You now have Alfred, the exhausted parent. Dami the bodyguard and second parent. Cass as the 'Maid' (her cover, she never cleans anything) and Jason as a tutor/ Robin. Steph worms her way in through Jason (street kid buds) and becomes the second batgirl.

4. Oops Ra's al Ghul brought back Tim and he's pissed. The Red Hood is a villainous hacker going after Damian but his love of Bruce and vice versa helps bring him back towards the light even if he's still a bit morally dubious. Circus comes into town and, yikes, that poor acrobat kid lost his parents? Whoever will adopt him? Bruce is finally glad to have an adopted child younger than him (he's like 12 by this point, Dick is 8). Barbara is his playmate in school and Dick sneaks her out on patrol as Robin III and Batgirl III

5. Bruce is baby the whole time but he's also the heart and soul of the team. All of the batfam would die for him, they all have paternal/older sibling feeling for him. Dami and Alfred already agreed to shared custody. Bruce is trained by the others and helps out every night with surveillance and info gathering. Does a crap ton of charity work in the meantime and is waiting for the day he can assume the mantle from Damian. Everyone is hoping they can talk B out of it because the thought of him being in the field....

#reverse batman au #i would fucking die for this au dont test me #reverse robins are fun #but throwing BRUCE into it #making him the youngest #bless #Baby Bruce: these are my children *points at a bunch of dangerous adult vigilantes*#Said adults who love him so much: yes dad #hes still an emotionally constipated lil hellion #but hes adorable and smart as a whip and has so much faith in them and gotham #he's like a nice and wholesome ciel phantomhive

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robinrequiems · 3 years

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okay so u know how much of a sucker i am for civilian dami aus 🥺 imagine damian as a popular musician playing at the annual Thank Your Superhero festival in metropolis and jon, who is the new superman, is like watching him play with the other performers there and just sort of maybe develops a crush

damian starts thinking jon doesn't like him very much bc of the way he acts around him he's just really nervous

BROOOO 🥺

• dames came to this thing by force, he mainly goes solo because he likes controlling everything, but this time he’s preforming with maya ( electric guitar ? idk ) and Colin ( drums ) .

• Damians just in the vocals today because he screwed up his wrist by falling off the stage when he saw the superman staring at him

Maya: shit, dami, what the hell!

Damian: shut up, I can still play

Maya: sure.

Colin: what happened?

Maya: Damian fell

Colin: he fell?

Maya: he fell.

• that’s how he ended up in a group for today too.

• but anyways, they preform a song togeyher! Jon watched from afar, in absolute concentration.

• but his concentrating face looks like he’s glaring at Damian

Maya: what did you do to piss off the hot superman??

Damian: nothing! maybe he just doesn’t like my voice

Maya: impossible, he has no tastes then

• but jon loved his voice. so much: He wanted to stay forever!

• but life.. life sucks): and a villain crashed the festival.

• so yk. have to escort people out and deal with that, the trio ( colin maya and dami ) stayed back a bit to make sure the kids got out

• they were also all about to run off until jon came crashing in front of Damian. bc he was thrown.

jon: um. why are you still here! go!

• jon didn’t realize it sounded mean, he didn’t want the really attractive singer to get hurt ( even tho jon did hurt him )

• the event got moved in doors since the outside was destroyed by the fight

Colin: you should be resting your wrist

Damian: you need help moving your shit, stfu and let he help

Jon, eavesdropping: here! let me help!

• so jon just carried the drums to where it needed to be while kids began climbing onto him

Damian, watching jon: I wanna climb on hi-

Maya: d a m i a n

• jon didn’t hear that tho, he was distracted

• anyways, they start playing again, jons back to “glaring” at Damian

Damian: what the hell is his problem

Colin: ask him?

• damian ends up confronting jon later

Damian: why the hell do you lose glaring at me?

Jon: wait what?

Damian: you heard me, I’m not an idiot, superman. I can see

Jon: I wasn’t glaring

Damian: than what were you doing?

Jon: watching you?? I.. I liked your voice

Damian: oh.

• damian was complimented by a superhero, he hoped he wasn’t blushing

Damian: it looked like you are glaring

Jon: nonono- I wasn’t!

Damian: I’m glad you liked it

Jon: yeah, maybe I’ll um. Come to your shows again one day

Damian: you’re superman, I’d sing for you for free

Jon: really?

Damian: no. if you bought me dinner than I would

Jon: wait. did you-

Damian: yeah.

Jon: okay- okay. after.. after you’re done here

Damian: it’ll be late by time I’m finished

Jon: fine- than when are you free

Damian: I’m in town til Tuesday

Jon: alright. Tomorrow?

Damian: yeah. we can meet here

• jon was embarrassed but he just scored a date

• granted. as Superman. um. well. he still did and he flew off, so so happy while Damian was surprised he said yes

#civilian damian #musician damian #superman jon #damijon #Damian wayne #Jon kent

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shyestofhearts · 3 years

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Hey shy I'm just not having a good brain day I woke up from a bad dream this morning and just everything feels heavy is there any chance you can at something today give me some happy headcannons or some funny ones either baby dami or just general?

No rush or worries if you cant

-☆

I've got you Star Anon

Let's go for some Baby Dami in a no-capes au setting, so we can include some Bruce and Talia interactions that aren't tense with hero/villain problems

Damian absolutely tattles on everyone to his mom

She thinks it's very amusing and will gossip to Bruce about some of the small stuff

He also thinks it's amusing

Everyone argues that they're Damian's favorite until Talia shows up

Damian always runs to Talia's arms when she shows up, regardless who's holding him before

Talia is also Damian's favorite cook, he'll always clean his plate without fail if she's the one cooking

Bruce tries to learn one of Damian's favorite dishes from Talia and nearly sets the kitchen on fire

He's since been banned from the kitchen

Damian helps Talia cook!

And by that I mean the toddler likes to be held by her while she cooks because he likes to watch the dish come together

Alfred learns some dishes from her too and will help by either doing as she says while she holds Damian or holding Damian so she can cook

You know how kids like to be thrown like a sack of flour?

Damian loves it and so the siblings go into an area with lots of soft surfaces just in case and kinda just toss him around

One time Bruce saw this and panicked

They now only do it when Bruce isn't around

Talia walked in once and laughed as she joined them in tossing the child

Damian was laughing so hard it almost sounded like a shriek (of joy)

Stephanie shows up all the time still and Talia rather enjoys the girl's antics

Especially when Stephanie took Damian to a bouncehouse once (she was gonna invite the others but bouncehouses only hold so much weight and there's a lot of grown/nearly grown adults in the family so she only took Damian and Talia)

#shy's asks #star anon #damian wayne #baby dami #talia al ghul #batfam #batfamily #headcanons #dc comics

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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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DickTimWeek2021 Day 2

** Day 2: Time Loop | Jealousy | Stray AU

Welp. Time to break some hearts.

They’re laughing like assholes as they climb through Timmy’s penthouse windows.

“Did you see that thug punch himself in the face?”

“That’s the right way to get out of an ass beating by the Batman.”

Tim, still in Red Robin, doesn’t even bother, just lets his knees buckle so he can slide down to the floor and laugh until tears are rolling down the dominio still plastered on his face.

He’s riding the concussion train with

(J)

Josephine and she’s not as bad as some of them are.

Dick at least tosses the gloves and gauntlets before hauling Timmy’s bruised ass up off the floor, throwing the arm around his shoulders.

“C’mon, you butt. Really Timmy, just laying here in your suit? Alfred would be appalled.”

“S’why I don’t go to the Manor much anymore.”

“Ooh, I’m telling. You’re going to be in so much trouble,” as he gets Tim down the hallway to the bathroom.

“Y-You can’t! You’re the oldest! Dami’s supposed to be the tattle-tale!”

“Nu-uh. As the oldest, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

And does he tell on Timmy? You bet your ass he does.

It’s nice when Alfred can look at someone else in the family with extreme disappointment.

Tim comes by the Manor the day Alfred video chats him, shuffles down to the Cave behind the butler and absolutely sticks his tongue out at Dick’s smarmy grin.

His apartment is a literal mess and Dick can’t be bothered to do much more than flop on the overstuffed couch with a groan.

Still in his uni from the day shift, he’s too bruised and battered and tired to even think of suiting up for the night. He’s been running himself ragged for two months, the day and night shifts blending together along with the usual bullshit of daily human life, and he desperately needs a night of terrible television, junk food, and snuggles.

Like he’d been reading the room, Timmy walks out of his bathroom, towel around his shoulder and hair just this side of damp.

“Hey, you made it home in one piece.” Tim’s long fingers in his hair literally pulls a noise out of Dick he can’t ever remember making.

“Yeah, I drove down because you looked like death warmed over when we talked last weekend. Luckily for you I went grocery shopping, did a few loads of your laundry, and cleaned up a little so you don’t have to worry about housework.”

“I love you. Have I told you that recently? Like, so, so much–” is muffled by the couch cushions, but he thinks Tim can probably still make it all out.

“Mmhm, I know,” and the gentle scratching against his scalp doesn’t stop, and Dick goes a little boneless with it. “I even brought my Roku so we can binge watch terrible television while you eat something more substantial than cereal. Alfred is going to be so proud of you.”

A pat to his head and Timmy is off, slinging his towel on the rack, turning on the shower again to make sure it’s nice and hot for all those bruises and contusions.

He’s no-nonsense about picking up his previous mentor and best friend, literally stripping him down and manhandling him in the shower after a low whistle at the span of blue/black across Dick’s chest and ribs, the scrapes across his back and shoulders.

The first aid kit tackle box makes an appearance because Tim plans for literally everything ever, and Dick finds himself sitting on his sink wearily while his injuries are meticulously treated.

He knows he eats something super tasty with meat and vegetables, his belly full, before Tim pulls him down on the couch and lets Dick lay against his chest, between his legs to sleepily float while watching God-awful B-movies.

It’s the most relaxing weekend he’s had in a while.

Dami sneers at Tim, arms crossed over his chest, the expression on his face begging Tim to try to deny it.

The third Robin however, is looking over at Dick with horror that the big secret is finally out in the open.

“Th-that isn’t– it’s not–” Tim fumbles desperately, “he’s been my big brother forever, that’s it!”

“Tt. Grayson may be painfully oblivious, Drake, but the rest of us are detectives. Even Todd knows of your feelings and he rarely even comes to the Manor!”

Tim’s soul literally leaves his body.

Dick blinks, completely taken back, mouth open without anything coming out.

Damian raises his eyes skyward and prays for patients dealing with these two. “What I am saying,” he tries, he really is trying here, “is that you two must cease and desist this pointless–” vague hand wave– “pining for one another. It is getting to the point of absurdity. I demand you two either discuss your need for one another or take this ridiculous mooning elsewhere. The rooftops of Gotham is no place for this,” another hand wave, “utter nonsense.”

Tim’s mouth goes dry, subtly backing away to be closer to the Ducati’s waiting for tonight’s ride. He’s pretty sure he has enough energy left in his shaky knees to hop on one and be the fuck out of the Cave before his face literally bursts into flames.

But, well. Dick was Batman.

His strategic retreat is stomped into the ground by acrobatic leaps and a very well done joint lock to keep him from immediately taking off.

Dami scoffs at them on his way up the winding staircase. He stops Pennyworth on the way and turns the butler to return back into the Manor proper, citing those two needed time to figure themselves out.

After several weeks under deep cover, Nightwing wearily hacks into Titan’s Tower and makes his way through the maze of hallways until he hits a hidden panel.

Tim is sleeping on his desk, only one empty coffee mug at his workstation. Even dead in his boots, Nightwing can take a second just to look, just to sigh, just to enjoy how much every inch of this boy is his.

He journeys down the hall, flips the bed covers up, carries his sleeping partner in and tucks the blankets around him, a quickly there kiss to the top of messy, too-long hair. A shower in Tim’s perch literally makes everything in life a little less awful and exhausting, not enough for him to do much more than crawl in bed against Tim’s warm body and snuggle up close.

He gets breakfast in bed and blue-violet eyes looking at him with fondness rather than awe, gets coffee flavored kisses and a slow-paced back rub that continues down to his thighs and calves and feet. Later, he gets a date night in a nice restaurant and a sweet San Fran club scene for dessert. He gets to let loose and hold Tim’s body against him, to play them both until the gazes are intense and the low key UST between them makes other people on the dance floor give them space.

Witty banter is a primary weapon against megalomaniacal bad guys of any flavor. For some former Robins, it’s an art form.

Over the years, they’ve cultivated their dip and distraction to bounce off one another like a well-oiled vigilante machine.

It should have been a standard take-down because it’s not one of their more dangerous, deadly villains. It’s not one of the Rogue Gallery baddies. It’s not one of the mobster families, not one of the super powered groups come to call. It’s not someone with hordes of thugs and deadly science waiting to take them down.

It’s a simple B&E, just Nightwing talking it up to draw gunfire while Red Robin is creeping up from behind to get the last laugh.

It’s one of a thousand times they’ve done this.

It’s a guaranteed win.

It’s the last hour of patrol before they get to go back to Red’s penthouse and snuggle together, eat and show, probably have some fantastic sex before passing out.

The .45 shell, however, cuts through the suit, between armored plates.

Going after the running baddies is automatic, taking them down, zip ties, and viola. They’re ready for GCPD to pick-up, all kinds of gift-wrapped.

When N finally realizes Red isn’t with him, isn’t answering comms, isn’t waiting for him on the roof, he goes back inside. He hits up B for a ride in the big car in case he missed –

– anything.

The pool of blood around Red Robin is more than he can afford to lose, and Nightwing has been in the vigilante life for over twenty years, has been official with Red Robin for a little over two, has personal experience on how his Baby Bird can take a mostly-fatal beating and still keep moving. He’s seen Tim come close with the Clench, with horrifying injuries, with any of the many bad guys they fight holding him hostage.

Nightwing has seen him perform literal miracles.

And tells him so the entire time he’s got Red Robin up in his arms, carrying him through Gotham’s skyline to the waiting car, falling in with Red on his lap when the familiar hatch slides back, the tourniquet already applied before he even shot a grapple. The struggling pulse is enough of a concern to get it together.

And even if they all gather to strip off the suit, and now it’s on to get vitals back to an acceptable range. Even if the Bats cry overhead, even if the equipment is top notch in the Cave, even if Dick is still talking the whole time, and Alfred is keeping a cool head and Bruce is gripping a hand and Damian is standing at the ready to hand implements and Cass is biting her thumbnail while she hovers and Steph is moving from empty space to empty space around the gurney –

The consistent beep of the flatline cuts through it all.

The Titans make it for the service.

Each of them make a point to hug Dick for as long as possible, holding on tightly.

Bruce is silent and stoic, a little boy again when he has to watch someone else he loves being lowered into the cold, unforgiving ground. Another Robin taking a piece of his heart to the afterlife.

Steph is red-eyed, a ghost moving around to individual circles, listening to stories she might not have known.

Cass grips the coffin with bruised knuckles, her whole body wound tight as a string ready to snap. She doesn’t move the entire service, is already convinced leaving him to his own devices caused this whole thing. She doesn’t blame the thugs or Dick or Bruce. She blames the boy that never understood how much it all means.

Duke Thomas is back in Gotham, taking leave from the Outsiders to be here for the family that took him in after the Joker drove his parents insane. He hovers in the doorway to welcome mourners, direct them toward the book to sign-in, talks about Tim Drake with regular humans and other metas in disguise, accepts condolences with his throat tight and his eyes watery. He makes sure Dick has a bottle of water after the first hour, pats Damian’s shoulder, grips Bruce’s arm, weaves an arm around Cassandra’s back to give her a squeeze, obediently looks at the old pictures of Tim on Steph’s photo roll when she’s overcome and has to see that smile again.

In the back, Jason Todd wears dark shades and a clean black suit. Roy Harper is beside him, a hand on the broad back to keep him grounded, to keep the Pit rage at bay. If anyone knows how far Tim and Jason had come over the years, it’s the former Red Arrow. If anyone knows how much agony Jason is in at this moment, at another fallen brother, another Robin gone, if anyone had held the Red Hood while he screamed and cried and broke the utter fuck down, it’s Roy Harper.

Damian Wayne hovers right by Grayson’s side, silently supporting his first Batman, his first brother. Whenever Dick’s eyes start going hazy, glazing over, Damian gently grips a wrist to bring him back, allows fingers to lace through his own and tolerates the tight squeeze that obviously assists in grounding the oldest Robin.

(Later when the night is crowding grief-stricken Wayne Manor, Damian will be the one to open Grayson’s bedroom door, lift the covers to crawl in behind him, to wind both arms tightly. He will be the one to take the onslaught of grief, to be soaked in tears and snot, to listen to the broken, hoarse voice, to make soothing hums that ultimately mean nothing.)

Alfred Pennyworth quietly talks with the funeral director about the arrangements. Of course Master Timothy would want to be laid to rest with his parents, and the family appreciates all the support and ease of process as the deceased was an important part of the Wayne family.

When he gets a phone call, he firmly verifies the name on the tombstone is Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne Grayson.

Exactly four days after the service, the Flash is staring at him helplessly, gripping Nightwing’s arm tight, “please, please, Dick, don’t do this. You can’t think this is the answer!”

He can barely hear Wally with the absolute destruction going on around them, the machine they’d inadvertently stumbled upon (which is a lie, Nightwing had been looking for it and the Flash basically caught him red handed).

“You know you aren’t going to be able to stop me.” Standing between the glowing portal and Wally, debris from overhead crashing down on them at intervals, Nightwing is at his peak stubborn, “no matter how fast you are.”

“You don’t understand what’s going to happen,” Wally yells desperately as the vacuum starts pulling at Nightwing’s other arm, pulling him into–

–the Speed Force.

“You don’t have the lightning, Dick, you won’t be able to get yourself out, and I won’t have any way of tracking you!”

The small smirk as the machine’s panel starts going haywire, lights blinking and readings off the charts, makes Wally’s heart clench hard in his chest, makes him try to dig in his heels, makes his stomach tremble.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve already done this, Wally. And I’ll do it as many times as it takes until I change everything.”

The pellet Nightwing palmed before the Flash grabbed his hand goes off the same time the machine hits the highest ratings and a low boom is followed up with an intense swirling suction, pulling the heroes closer to the portal’s surface.

The light grenade goes off without a hitch and the Flash has no choice but to let Nightwing go.

They’re laughing like assholes as they climb through Timmy’s penthouse windows.

#dicktimweek2021 #dicktim #dick grayson #tim drake #sad times #time loop #winter writes #my ficlet

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mysticprofessoralienhumanoid · 3 years

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A Daminette Penpal AU - Continuation

Continuation of this post

@ab-unreachablevoice @startouchedqueen1318 @lovemidnighteclipse12 you asked, I deliver.

Now, I want all of you to know this AU was made in a spur of moment. I’m totally winging it rn.

So obviously before the akuma class goes to Gotham, the months of texting have to have passed.

For Damian, those months are hell, because not only does he have to hear Jon’s gushing about his awesome penpal, but he has to endure Lila’s lies and her stories that keep only getting more ridiculous as the time passes too.

And it better be fucking worth it, because you have no idea how close he’s to flying to Paris and finally putting his assassin’s skills into use.

I mean, look at this!

Lila: HI Damian!!!! ❤💖💕💋💞

Damian, cringing at his phone: Yes?

Lila: How r u????

Damian, who absolutely hates when someone types like that: Have been better

Lila: Would u like to maybe video chat???? I could tell u about my trip to Achu !!!!!

Damian, a little shit™: Did “u” know that using more than three (3) exclamation (!) and question (?) marks means “u” may have a personality disorder? Maybe that’d explain the amount of lies “u” like to spew so much.

(Oof-)

[Message read. This user is offline.]

I’m convinced that if Damian knew how to use gifs, he would 100% use a lot, and I mean a lot, of cat gifs (honestly, animal gifs in general).

Lila: Hi Dami!!!! (She doesn’t learn, okay.)

Damian: I hope you can understand the message.

She can.

Lila: Hi dami. Can I call u Dami???

Damian: No.

Lila: I had so much fun this weekend Dami!!!! I went to Brazil Turns out Chris Pratt is filming a new movie there. Anyway, he recognized me and we started talking. His so much fun!!!!!! 🥰🤩😍😍🎉🎉

Damian: Fascinating. Please do not tell me more.

Damian: And it’s “he’s”, not “his”.

Heh.

Lila: Hiii Damiii

Damian: I literally hate you so much-

[Message not sent]

Lila: Dami????

Lila: ....

Lila: Um, Damian? U there????

[Message not read]

You have no idea how, much fun making these is-

Oh, and imagine, just imagine, if Lila told him about situation in Paris.

Lila: Sorry for texting you so late, damiboo. Got caught up in an akuma attack.

Damian, who by now is replying just to humor her (plus his father forced him): A what?

And then Lila starts explaining the situation in Paris. Of course, she adds a few stories about how she was akumas’ target or how she helped Chat Noir (weirdly she doesn’t talk much about Ladybug). It’s that one of really rare times she’s not lying (well, not that much). And how Damian reacts to it?

Damian, Done with Lies™: Do you ever stop lying? Because this, all of this, is absolutely and utterly ridiculous.

Cue Lila wishing she didn’t bullshit as much as she did Damian was just a little more gullible

Anyway.

I don’t know if you remember, but in the first part I said Damian ditched Lila for Marinette (but let’s be honest, wouldn’t we all?).

To clear things up, I kinda wanted the GA students to accompany their penpals throughout their time at school. It’d be nice, right?

So the scene is:

The principal has just announced that GA students have to keep company their penpals while they’re at the GA establishment. Lila’s feeling victorious, this is her chance to get her claws in Damian and his money- I mean, to get to know her lovely penpal. Yeah...

Lila, walking up to Damian, while trying to appear sexy and shy at the same time, and failing at both: So, shall we?

Damian, ostentatiously glancing at her before going to Marinette: Bye

Now, to spice things up, I decided imma get them caught up in a rouge attack/attacked by a rouge.

So somewhere a week in their stay, akuma class is held hostage by one of the Gotham’s criminals.

Because this is Gotham, y’all. You can’t be in Gotham and NOT get attacked some way or another. It’s impossible.

[Choose your villain. I have badass Marinette though, so we all know the winner here]

The moment it starts, Damian slips away and changes into Robin.

Meanwhile:

The class is screaming and panicking.

Lila is probably in the middle of a panic attack.

Marinette’s assessing the situation before striking.

The moment Robin arrives, he gets to witness Marinette, the sweet cinnamon roll Marinette, kicking ass and taking names. Adorable. He thinks he’s in love (and he so is).

Bats come. And they’re met with the dude dealt with and trembling in fear of a petite girl with pigtails, who’s standing next to him and a lovestruck Robin staring at said girl.

A sight to behold, truly.

Also, what if Damian accidentally texts Lila instead of Marinette after the attack? And Lila is so happy, because she thinks her plan’s finally working. But ohoho, does Damian have surprise for her.

Damian: Are you sure you’re okay? The attack was really dangerous, You’re sure you’re fine?

Lila, thinking ‘yes, fucking finally. Almost thought you have no feelings’ : Oh, it was so scary !!!!!! 😱😰😨😨😨 [just hella lot of emojis. She seems like that kind to me] I was absolutely terrified!!!! I’m just glad that it’s all over. After the attack Robin came up to check up on me. He even flirted with me, i think he likes me... Too bad I already like someone else 😘😘😘😘😘😘

Lila: But don’t worry, dami!!!! I’m a little shaken up, but overall okay. But if you want to we can facetime so you can make sure I’m not injured ;*

Damian, having to physically restrain himself fro throwing his phone against the wall: ...

Damian: Fuck.

Damian: Wrong number.

Lila: ಠ_ಠ

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And of course I’m involving Twitter. Who do you think I am?

At first it was one of of his siblings who posted a post about how he’s seething at his phone, probably his penpal texted him something again.

But do you seriously thing Damian would pass such an amazing opportunity?

Haha.

No.

He immediately posts his follow up and it goes downhill from here. He adds shit ton of tweets about her, making Lila famous (and she doesn’t even know she is).

People don’t know whom to pity more; Damian, for having a horrible and lying penpal, or said penpal, for having an enemy in the Ice Prince of Gotham?

The hashtags #IcePrince’sPenpal #PenpalNightmare #MenaceOfAPenpal are created and are trending every day.

Many say it’s the most active he’s ever been.

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Lila is not stupid in this, okay? A pathological liar and a manipulator, yes, but for that you need brain and she has one. Much to Damian’s surprise. And yeah, sometimes she lets her imagination get the best of her, but she’s cautious enough and has proof to often back her up.

She knows she screwed up. Her penpal doesn’t believe her and isn’t scared to call her out.

Due to him bluntly uncovering her lies, some of the classmates see through the blinds she’d put on their eyes and get suspicious of her.

If you have mercy on them, make them come to Marinette and apologize.

...

Yeah, I’m not doing that.

The class sticks to Lila’s version of every story and they don’t believe Damian is THE Damian Wayne, even when a fricking limousine drives up to the school and a butler comes out of it.

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Random notes and ideas that don’t really have any sense or anything tbh, but I had them so there you go

About the attack, obviously the school has to inform the parents, right? But, if you're salty enough, you can, oh i don't know, make bustier and/or Damocles not inform them thus creating even more problems for them in the near future. (Yes, i hate bustier and damocles with passion, they’re enablers and Damocles is a gold digger tbh)

One day the french class is at a random restaurant (I’m honestly tempted to put them in Red Robin just for my own entertainment) when the Wayne brothers come in. They recognize them and Lila sees the opportunity, so she goes up to them.

Lila: Hiii Damiii!!!! [Yes, I know this is a real life conversation]

Damian, just done with her: Ugh, not you again.

Tim just kinda glances at her and decides she’s not worth his time.

Jason: What the fuck do you have on your head?

Dick: Oh, Damian, is this your crush or the penpal you despise so much?

Damian: The latter. And i do not have a crush

Lila, who totally stopped listening after she heard “crush”: That’s me!!!!

[Silence]

Damian: Marinette’s over there. Let’s go.

Lila: ;_;

Yeah, it sucks to be Lila.

[I thought I posted this a month ago. I didn’t. What the hell]

#Daminette #damian x marinette #damian wayne #maridami #mlb class salt #lila salt #penpal AU #damian hates lila with burning passion #honestly same #badass marinette #Marinette deserves better #lila ross

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Damn, You’re Looking Fine.

To my utter delight, my crack writing Fuck. I’m Gay. got a good reception. I was not expecting to write more for this AU/pairing. But why not? I got some ideas and a computer to write them down on.

So this fic is the took-a-while-to-put-together sequel. It’s focused on the downfall of one certain Liar-la, Damian wooing Adrien with all the flair and romantics as his Chaton deserves, and Adrien being a blushing hot gay mess.

P.S. Damian’s formal way of talking is an utter pain to write but hilarious to read.

P.S.S. Creative liberties were taken. Again. I just feel this needs to be mentioned.

So Status Update:

Adrien and Damian are definitely dating (It is totally official. Told you ya boi got game).

Adrien still calls him Hot-And-Sexy from time to time much to his utter mortification (He can’t make himself stop. Please send help). And Dami gets amused by it every single time, that arrogant smug jerk.

Marinette still puts the fear of god in Damian and he is wary of her. She feels very proud about that. Adrien wants to facepalm.

Fuck Gabriel Agreste.

And Lila Rossi is still a bitch.

Adrien and Marinette were made aware about Damian’s alter ego —well mostly because he is utterly terrified of Marinette’s seemingly sweet (icy) smile she gave him when she politely asked how he obtained the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous and partly because of Adrien’s pouting kitten eyes.

They truly were a pair to reckon with.

“I am not sure why the Justice League dismissed your concerns and pleas for assistance. So I am taking the initiative. My name is Damian Wayne, the son of Batman and the current Robin and leader of the Teen Titans.”

He’s a superhero too?! And it’s Robin!!! One of his favorites!! Can you hear him internally squealing in excitement?

Adrien bit his lip to keep from fanboying right then and there. But a slight pink hue spread across his face.

“You’re not lying.” Mari has gotten pretty good at deciphering through people’s bullshit. Whether it’s because she is now a Guardian or because Lila’s bitchiness made her a human lie-detector remains unknown.

Damian took it in stride. “I am not.”

“Paris is still our city.”

“I am only offering my assistance.” He won’t barge in on their superhero duties to the city. He has more class than that.

Mari didn’t have to look at Adrien to know his decision.

She smiled, a bright genuine smile. “Then we’re allies.” Before her eyes gained a spark of mischief and her smile turned teasing. “Hot-And-Sexy.”

“Marinette!” Adrien immediately covered his blushing bright red face with both hands, utterly mortified.

His sister was evil. E. V. I. L. And why is Damian smirking and looking so smug? Fuck! He even makes that look completely hot. Curse his Adonis genes. And curse his teenage hormones.

He regrets introducing the two of them together. What a pair they make. Truly a couple of fur-midable terrors here.

Back to the matter at hand, Marinette is able to ensure that Hawk Moth and Mayura will never be out again and another akuma won’t be made. She already made sure that the miraculous were better protected.

Damian has enough evidence to put them behind bars for their crimes but Marinette wanted to go through it and make sure that Adrien won’t suffer the repercussions of having a villain for a dad so they held onto it until they figure out how best to protect their sunshine.

Ah Shit.

“Duusu? Where are you?”

Did Gabriel lose the miraculous again?

But when he looked into the last place he left it, he groaned. Fuck. His brooch was a fake again.

He knew he shouldn’t have made a miraculous fashion line and had replicas of the miraculous jewelries made. It was his most popular items to date. He has gotten lot of praises for getting the details just right and capturing the essence of each miraculous holder. No surprise there. He deals with them on a daily basis. He should get the details fucking right.

It’s a wonder he only came up with a line because there was talk that he was becoming obsolete with no new ideas coming forth and if there is one thing that Gabriel Agreste isn’t, it is being obsolete.

The line was just a joke, a parody of the heroes and villains if you will, but apparently people like it. Ladybug and Chat Noir were the most popular obviously (he should’ve seen that coming to be honest). Hardly anyone buys Hawk Moth or Mayura and he is left with boxes of fake brooches.

It is annoying.

Especially since he keeps fucking misplacing his miraculous.

Adrien felt like he could be a Disney princess and just skip his way to school and sing for the world to hear.

Now that the Butterfly miraculous were safely with Marinette, he doesn’t have to worry about another akuma. He could just die happy right now. His dad doesn’t have a hold over him anymore. He doesn’t have to put up with Liar-la anymore. But if they put up a fuss? Well, worst case scenario is he becomes a Dupain-Cheng.

And he doesn’t mind. He’s already an honorary one.

And if that somehow doesn’t work out (which he highly doubts), Damian offered to make him a Wayne.

Françoise Dupont High School experienced a shock that morning. Specifically Ms. Bustier’s class.

When they saw Adrien and Marinette walking in class with arms intertwined, laughing and smiling together.

What the actual fuck?

Did they cross into an alternate universe? Marinette is a nasty bully and Adrien’s a pure sunshine child. Why would they be acting like they were the best of friends?

Lila glowered darkly when she saw them walking towards the back and sitting at the same table. Didn’t Adrien care about what his father thinks? Doesn’t he want to still be able to go to school?

She bit her lip and turned on the waterworks, her eyes close to bursting into tears. She made herself be the very picture of a pitiful woe-is-me victim as she cried out in a hurtful and betrayed tone. “Adrien, what are you doing with her? I thought we were close friends.”

The sheep class instantly catered to Lila, pointing their fingers at the pair.

Alya, her biggest supporter, led the charge as always. “Adrien! What do you have to say for yourself? How could you cheat on Lila like this? And with her?”

Adrien narrowed his eyes at his former friend. Bitch, how dare she implies he was in an actual relationship and had feelings for that harlot.

Wow.

He has been spending way too much time around Damian.

"Yeah, bro!” Kim said, raising his voice. “How could you do her dirty?”

“Okay guys.” Adrien cut in. “I don’t know where you heard that but me and Lila are not dating. Like at all.”

“Please.”Alya waved him off like he didn’t know what he was talking about (he was highly offended at the notion he didn’t know what his heart yearns for). “We all know you have feelings for Lila. You’re just in denial over them.”

Bitch, what?

Is no one catching onto his chaotic gay vibes here?

And oh, how his fragile little heart was betrayed yet again when he saw Nino supporting his girlfriend. He still couldn’t believe the first friend he made all by himself was a part of their rabid pack. He deeply mourned the loss of such a great friend in the midst of that deceiving fox’s claws.

“How many times do I need to say it?” At this point, Adrien was about to throw hands. “I don’t like Lila like that. I feel nothing but pure spite for her. Also, me and Marinette are not dating if anyone’s wondering. We’re just really good friends.”

“But Marinette’s a big bully.” Alix piped up, a hard edge in her voice. “She treats Lila horribly.”

“Marinette didn’t do anything to her. Rossi is lying.”

“Oh Adrien.” It was Mylene of all people who spoke up. “Did Marinette get to you with her lies?”

He was done.

Completely and utterly done.

He looked over at Marinette who shared his exasperation at the class’ antics.

Adrien already said it before. But it bears repeating.

Lila Rossi is a bitch.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily), that was the moment Ms. Bustier chose to step in the room and class started.

When the teacher’s back was turned, Adrien pulled out his phone and proceeded to spend the rest of the time alternating between taking notes and texting with Damian.

They were currently at the stage of their relationship to be sending animal pics and memes back and forth, with a few puns added from time to time.

He really does have the perfect boyfriend.

They cornered him after school.

One: Rude.

And two: Double rude.

He was excited to meet Hot-And-Sexy (daMn iT! It’s Damian! Get it right brain) at the bakery and spending time with his two most favorite people in the world (Tom and Sabine don’t count because actual parents don’t have a ranking).

His former friends were looking all concerned and everything because they somehow collectively came up with the idea that Marinette actually brainwashed him to believe Lila was evil.

The fucking irony.

They actually had the audacity to say that Marinette —sweet and honestly badass Marinette— was no good and just wanted to use Adrien to get ahead in the fashion industry (as if Mari actually needed him for that). He shouldn’t be around her. Lila was a much better person to keep as company.

Adrien laughed in their faces and left.

Onto happier events, Adrien was having a blast hanging out with Mari and Dami. His boyfriend (he still can’t believe he managed to score such a hottie!) fit right in the everything-that-matters siblings’ dynamics.

They were in Mari’s room. Adrien was cuddling with Damian on her bed. And Mari was at her desk working on fashion designs.

“So what’s your family like?” He played with Dami’s hair. It was so soft. Like what the fuck. It is so unfair.

Damian thought about it for a few seconds. “My family is a bit...crazy. We drive each other insane every other day but at the end of the day, I have no doubt they have my back as I have theirs.”

“You guys sound close.”

“We were not always. We had an extensive amount of issues to work through before we actually bonded as a true family.”

It was quiet for a minute until Damian casually said. “I would appreciate it a great deal if you can make time to visit Gotham for the summer.”

Adrien stopped playing with his hair to look at him with wide incredulous eyes. “Summer’s only two months away.”

“I am aware.”

“You really want me to meet them? Isn’t it too early?”

“I met yours the day we started dating.”

True but....

Adrien averted his eyes. “Do you think your family will like me? You guys fight criminals and my dad’s a villain.”

Damian put his hands over Adrien’s and gave them a light squeeze, making his Chaton look back at him.

“My mother is a villain and I was raised as an assassin. Yet despite of that, my father accepted me. And I am fairly confident he will do the same to you. Mon amour, you have a pure and selfless heart. You are a better person than I am. I have no doubt that my family will love you from the start.

“Are you being fur real right meow?” Adrien tried to lighten the atmosphere but he could feel his eyes tearing up.

"I wouldn’t lie to mew.”

He let out a small laugh, wiping his eyes. How did he ever get so lucky to land such an amazing guy? “You always know the purr-fect thing to say.”

“We get it you’re in love. It’s amazing. Now stop it with the puns.” Mari rolled her eyes, utterly exasperated at these idiots who just ignored her and pulled out even more cat puns. “You have got to be kitten me.”

Before she noticed what she said and groaned in faux despair. “Oh you two are so dead.”

Adrien stuck out his tongue playfully. “You can’t catch me. I got a handsome knight in shining armor to protect me.”

Damian interlaced their fingers. “Always, mon amour. I’ll protect you from everything like your wicked father.”

“Does that make me the dragon here?” Mari joined in. “Cool. I can breathe fire and torch people. Too bad I can’t do that to a certain liar.”

“Liar-la is totally the witch here.” Adrien said before thinking for a few seconds. “Does this make me the princess?”

“Well, knights always have to save the damsel in distress.” Mari said.

He frowned before crossing his arms indignantly. “Dami, I love you more than Plagg loves his stinky cheese, but I’m no damsel in distress.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Tt. Of course not. You can destroy things with a single touch. It would be not be in my best interests to downplay your abilities.”

Adrien relaxed and beamed a sunny smile. “Good. Remember that.”

“Mon amour, I look for an equal as a partner, not some weak spoiled harlot that can not defend their self.” Damian placed a flower crown (that was just sitting on Marinette’s nightstand, must be one of her projects) on Adrien’s head. “Having said that I do believe you are a prince that deserves all the love and care in the world.”

And oh my.

Adrien can feel his face burning scarlet and his heart almost bursting at how sweet this incredible, conceited Adonis was.

He was falling in love with Damian over and over again each time they meet up.

“You deserve love too, Dami.”

And sweet, caring Hot-And-Sexy (Ah, fuck it. He will never grow out of that) placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Oh dear, he didn’t know his face can burned any redder.

He could almost hear Mari cooing in the background.

And in case anyone was wondering, Tom and Sabine adores their everything-that-actually-matters son’s boyfriend. Damian Wayne seems like a responsible young lad. And he makes Adrien really happy which is a major plus. Anything that makes their son happy is good in their books.

Lila was not at all pleased.

Why was Adrien suddenly hanging out with Marinette? Yeah, he doesn’t buy into her lies but she was confident he will be lured into her charms. Why wouldn’t he be? She was young and way more beautiful than a baker’s daughter. He was supposed to be hers.

She and Gabriel are going to have a talk about his rebellious son.

Except when she arrived at the Agreste mansion, Gabriel was apparently too busy to see her.

He was too occupied with searching through boxes of fake miraculous to find Duusu to bother with her.

“I don’t have time for you.”

“Excuse me?!”

She was aghast. How dare he speak this way to his biggest supporter —well, besides Mayura and Nathalie.

“You’re excused. Now leave the premises.”

Before the door shut in her face and she was left fuming, her face an unflattering angry red.

Being Damian’s boyfriend, Adrien has come to learn that Damian does nothing by halves. Including asking him out on a date. And the actual dates themselves.

Today as the sun fell down and night came about, Damian and Adrien were taking a stroll in the park. It was relaxing and it was nice. They talked about everything and anything.

Adrien did not think Damian planned anything more.

But he really shouldn’t underestimate the son of Batman.

Because when the last of the sun’s rays were gone, Damian led him to a gazebo strung up with beautiful lights giving the whole place an ethereal feel. And with the bright moon out tonight, it looked like fairies dancing in the garden.

He didn’t notice Damian pressed play on his phone and classical music filled the air.

He definitely noticed Damian bowing with a flourished and holding out his hand with a charming smile. “May I have this dance, Chaton?”

Adrien would have to be a huge fool to say no.

“I’ll loved to.” He placed his hand in Damian’s and let the Adonis lead him in a simple waltz.

This was his life.

His life was one big sappy romance novel. And you know what, he doesn’t care if it is. Between dealing with his shitty father and Liar-la, this kitty deserves some happiness.

It was a scene from one of those Disney fairy tale movies Adrien used to watch as kid. The magic. The love. The romantics. He felt like Cinderella and wished this night will never end, that the clock will never strike midnight. He just wanted to stay in his Prince Charming’s arms forever.

Under the starry night sky, the lovebirds danced to their heart’s content and when another song ended, Damian tilted his head down to place a tender kiss on Adrien’s lips.

“I harbor a great deal of non-platonic affections for you, mon amour.”

“I love you too, Hot-And-Sexy.”

What the fuck?!

Seriously.

What the actual fuck?

Lila was simply walking home after her disastrous meeting with Gabriel (She was still not over how he simply dismissed her like she was nothing. How dare he).

When she saw them.

Adrien and some guy (she’s pretty sure that was a guy) dancing in the park. She can feel that disgusting jealousy just burning in her veins, a cold anger thrumming underneath.

Things were not at all going her way.

First, Adrien is back to being friends with that Mari-whore. Then, Gabriel ignores her. Her. And now, she is seeing her Adrien in the arms of someone else.

Oh this will just not do.

She took out her phone from her pocket and snapped a couple of pictures, making sure Adrien can clearly be seen. She didn’t care too much about the other guy. He’s probably just another pretty airhead Adrien knew through his father. He’s not important.

A cruel smirk appeared on her face at the thought of the perfect revenge. Adrien was going to have a rough time at school tomorrow. After all, he should’ve known better than to make a move against her.

“Seriously?!”

“Wow.”

“I’m sure there’s an explanation for this.”

“Yeah. Adrien is obviously gay. That’s the only explanation.”

“....Maybe not? There could be another reason.”

Lila had watery eyes and a sad frown on her face but inside, she was fucking smiling like a Cheshire cat. She made sure to be at school early so she can show the class the picture of Adrien’s little date last night. Who —predictably— were shocked at their sunshine child being with a guy and made plans to confront him about his supposed sexuality.

She glowed at the thought of her plan working. This will teach Adrien to know his place or become a social pariah like his little friend Marinette.

“I thought Adrien had feelings for me.” Lila wiped the “tears” from her eyes. “How could he lead me on like this when he’s been gay all along?”

Alya —predictably— comforted her. “I’m pretty sure he’s just confused. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling.”

“I’m sure that’s it.”

The pair didn’t notice Juleka and Rose glaring at them.

Damian was not at all pleased.

He was rightfully angry.

How dare that poor sense of fashion taste trollop tried to shame his mon amour for being gay. How dare she try to say he was simply confused and didn’t know any better. How dare she defame his reputation because he holds nothing but spite for her person.

How dare she.

As Adrien’s boyfriend and future husband, it is his duty to correct this travesty and defend his Chaton’s honor.

When the Damian Wayne, youngest son of Bruce Wayne, appeared at Françoise Dupont High School, you know that people are gonna stare and talk.

When he headed towards the courtyard where Adrien and Marinette were sitting at, boy are things going to get juicy.

Lila and her followers who were sitting a bit father from the outcast pair were utterly confused. They could possibly get Adrien knowing such a super hot celebrity but for him to be on good terms with Marinette too? How inconceivable. Absolutely flabbergasted.

“Hey Lila didn’t you tell us you knew him and his family?” Max brought up.

“Uhhh....” Lila knew she dug herself in a corner here. She never thought that the Damian Wayne would ever visit here. At this second rate school.

“Well, let’s go, girl!” Alya exclaimed. “I’m sure Damian just hasn’t seen you. That’s why he didn’t walk towards you.”

Before proceeding to practically drag Lila to where Damian was talking with Adrien and Marinette.

Lila, on the other hand, was cursing out Alya in a bunch of different languages in her mind while trying to come up with something to dig herself out of this mess. If they talk to Wayne, the class will realize she was lying all along.

She was not going to lose control of her kingdom like this —well, not without putting up a fight.

But when they and the rest of their classmates walked close to the trio, they were shocked when they saw Marinette playfully punching Damian in the arm.

“Okay. How the hell are you so close with Damian Wayne?” Straight off the bat, Alya was on the offense as she glared at Marinette as if it was Mari who did something wrong.

Damian answered before the bluenette could. His face was impassive and his glare cold. “I’m Ms. Dupain-Cheng’s top model for her fashion business.”

What?

Even Lila was taken aback at the news. She knew that goody two shoes likes designing but she didn’t think anybody would actual buy her stuff. She didn’t think a Wayne would like her stuff.

She could feel her fists clenched. How dare Marinette steal the spotlight again.

“I’m also Adrien’s boyfriend.” Damian continued casually as if that wasn’t a huge bombshell.

Everyone’s minds screeched to a halt.

They knew about the possibility of Adrien being gay since Lila showed him on going on a date with an unidentified but clearly male person yesterday. But they didn’t think there was actually something there.

Lila could feel her anger clouding her mind. Adrien was supposed to be hers. He was her ticket to fame and fortune.

“And what about Lila? Aren’t you guys best friends?” Alya put her hands on her hips. How could Damian just ignore someone he is close friends with but give Marinette all the attention? Lila deserves better than that.

Damian was unamused. “I don’t know her.”

“Yeah, you do.” Alya ignored Lila’s gestures to stop talking. Lila was too shy about her achievements and she was going to have her amazing best friend’s back. “She’s the one who helped your family out multiple times.”

“She did not. And I am appalled that you believe I would know a harlot like her in the first place.” Damian’s face twisted with disgust as he glanced at Liar-la like she was a mere insect. “Please. I have class and dignity.”

“Take that back!” She screeched. “You are so rude.”

“Are you honestly going to lecture me on my rudeness when you plebians are being hypocrites?”

“What? I’m not a hyprocrite.”

“Lila Rossi is a pathetic liar who begs for attention like street dogs beg for scraps. She never once saved Jagged’s cat nor does she help out with green charities. Lastly, she is not on close terms with myself nor with my family.”

“No! You’re lying!”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Ok then. Look her up on the internet. If she is as grand as you lot seem to think, she should have articles dedicated to her. Show me proof of her actions that isn’t your subpar blog and I will give you an exclusive.”

Alya’s eyes gleamed at what should be an easy challenge. But when she pulled out her phone and typed Lila’s name and what she did in the search engine, her smile disappeared.

She spent the next few minutes scouring the net for anything, any mention of a Lila Rossi that wasn’t on the LadyBlog.

She found nothing.

Lila Rossi was a fucking liar all along. And Alya and the rest of the class believed her.

“We tried to warn you.” Marinette said in a soft voice. But anyone who knew her knew she was trying to hold back her laughter.

“Marinette,” Rose cried out as she realized the class has been total jerks to the one person who always had their backs. “We were horribly wrong. Can you ever forgive us?”

She shrugged. “I forgive you. But this doesn’t mean we’re friends again. Because we’re not. Seeing how easily you drop me for that liar without even looking for any kind of proof hurts and I’m not eager to be friends again. Maybe in the future but not right now.”

“That’s goes ditto for me.” Adrien added his two cents.

Their former friends classmates wore gloomy expressions, utterly devastated at ruining their friendship with their Everyday Ladybug and Sunshine Child.

And with that, Adrien and Marinette left the courtyard, with light hearts and heads held high.

Damian shot the class a razor sharp grin. “Well, it’s been nice to meet you.”

Everyone knew he meant anything but.

“I always knew teenagers were prone to be foolish imbeciles. But seeing the collective stupidity of you people today made me realize that the bar can in fact be lowered.”

Adrien was fucking ecstatic.

Elated. Overjoyed. Jubilant. Drunk on happiness. All the synonyms associated.

Because Lila was finally exposed. The class realized what utter assholes they have been. His father will receive his due (soon according to Mari and Dami).

He was happily humming a tune as he swung his and Damian’s intertwined hands back and forth.

He was entirely grateful that Damian showed up to school today. Although he was a bit mean for Adrien’s taste.

But oh man. Payback was so sweet.

He smiled giddily.

Mister Hot-And-Sexy definitely earned himself a kiss.

#ml x dc #ml salt #ml salt fic #lila rossi salt #class salt #gaydrien #adrien is a hot mess #bamf marinette #adrien deserves better #marinette deserves better #adrien agreste x damian wayne #adridami #well would you look at that #turns out to be 3.8K fic this time #I'm still down with this ship

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you mentioned that jason todd doesn’t die in your au, so i’m curious as to how tim becomes robin? is jason just like “i hate you dad i’m leaving to go find myself”

Jason simply grows out of being a sidekick, which is pretty much a very menial “superhero lite” job for future vigilantes, and becomes a pretty edgy antihero -the Red Hood- on his own as his own personal rebellious “fuck you” to Batman. Maybe it’s the teen angst maybe it’s because he wants to get out of Bruce’s shadow due to very obvious helicopter parent reasons. He still visits though he and Bruce argue A LOT about their methods, Jason’s use of guns and lethal force, and, you know, the fact the Red Hood almost borders on villain at times? (Not like the Batman is a beacon of lawful good™️ anyway lol)

When Tim gets adopted, however, he doesn’t become Robin straight away— though eventually he dons the Robin mantle (and Jason teaches him to sneak into the manor kitchen and steal food ofc). Mostly he earns his position as first a sidekick and later a vigilante after he correctly deduces Bruce is the Batman with little to no clues. Bruce, who wanted to keep his secret identity a secret from his new son so as to protect him, is... rather taken aback and genuinelt admires Tim’s deductive reasoning. After a lot of kicking, screaming, and the now-customary “father I crave violence“ coming from the new addition to the family, Bruce caves in and lets him become Robin.

I would say Bruce has a bit of an adoption issue given that he’s never had mentorhood or training in mind as he adopts new kids (they just latch onto him like lice until he lets them run around on patrol wearing stupid costumes). Bruce is somewhere on the a-spectrum and isn’t thrilled by the thought of having sex much less having biological children (and he never gets to know whether if Dami is the product of some crazy night he’s forgotten about or just artificial insemination), but the dad instincts are strong with him.

#batman #gotham rogues #my gotham rogues au

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myvividreams · 4 years

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[Maribat] Hamilton the Musical AU

When @fsketchart started screaming about a Hamilton AU in the discord server, I screamed back with a Hamilton the Musical AU and now it’s a thing. Feel free to scream back to me about it!

First of all, yes, this is Jasonette

At the start of this AU, Jason is two years older than Mari, recovering from Pit Madness, reconciling with the Batfam, attending therapy with the rest of the fam, and recently declared legally alive.

When Jason’s therapist tells him he has to find more hobbies outside of hero-ing, some genii in the batfam decided to ‘help’ by arranging the entire production of a play since, you know, Jason in this AU is very much a thespian in addition to being a literature nerd. Alfred is very proud

Said play is Hamilton the Musical. It’s a charity production funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation, and all proceeds will go towards fixing up and providing aid to the residents of Park Row (which is half of what sold Jason on the plan).

Mari, having just finished her second year of college, is brought in by Tim as MDC to design and create the stage costumes.

On her way to the theater for her first meeting with the cast and crew of the play, Mari is caught in a villain attack---a minor one, as far as Gotham is concerned---that is resolved without needing any sort of intervention from her. It’s Red Robin and Red Hood who resolve it (since Tim and Jason were nearby and on their way to the same meeting as Mari).

Mari negotiated for a workroom in the theater so that she doesn’t have to keep lugging costume parts and cloth around. One night, she stays in a little late and Jason catches her singing to the Hamilton soundtrack while working. He asks her if she’d help him practice. She agrees.

It’s dark out though, and Mari still has to head home. Jason offers to walk her home bc Gotham is dangerous. She agrees. Which is a good thing because they’re held up by some thugs. When they attack, Jason takes down most of them only to turn and find that Mari is a BAMF who took down two of them herself. He’s impressed.

One of the batkids catch them practicing and snitch on them to Alfred who tells Jason to invite Mari over for dinner.

Mari helps Jason practice for a bit and then ropes the other batkids into helping him. Dick has video evidence of Jasonette practicing which he accidentally on purpose posts online. Social media goes wild.

Who is this girl with the second Wayne son?? They’re so cute??

By the way, the Justice League isn’t a thing yet in this AU. For a future JL meets the Batfam trope! (Plus Mari)

A few weeks into rehearsals, Eliza’s actress calls in sick after an encounter with Scarecrow, and Mari is roped into playing Eliza’s part for the day. Mari’s good at it, to the cast’s surprise, and the chemistry between Mari and Jason is great. Mari ends up being cast as Eliza’s understudy.

Meanwhile, Damian is forced into being the Burr understudy after he and Titus repeatedly disrupted rehearsals and destroyed stage props they were still making. Bruce (aka Alfred) hopes it will teach him to appreciate the work the cast and crew are doing.

Damian needs a lot of help. So Mari pitches in and then ropes Jason in, and then they both rope in the rest of the batfam one by one. Soon Mari is visiting the manor regularly to help them practice.

It starts with Steph. She volunteers to play Philip for the chance to play dead and dying again.

They’re singing Stay Alive (reprise) when Bruce walks in wondering what’s happening. Is someone hurt?? Was there an attack he doesn’t know about?? He spies them in the middle of the living room with Stephon the coffee table while Mari and Jason are sobbing over her dramatically. He walks out. He’s done.

At some point, they convince Bruce to do Washington’s parts and are blown away. Washington’s lines resonate a little too well with the batfam, and it makes things awkward for a while. These emotionally constipated bois

Dick is King George. He relishes the opportunity to trash talk Bruce. Jason is annoyed he can’t join him and breaks character one time to gang up on Bruce

Imagine Dick singing da-dadada-DADAAA while swinging on the chandeliers

Tim sings/raps Jefferson’s parts. What Did I Miss and the Cabinet Battles are amazing to watch. Except Jason and Tim are uber competitive, and they make additional (historically accurate!) rap lines to keep the cabinet battles going.

Cass is still mostly non-verbal, so she helps out by handing the others props or figuring out a way to add special effects (like using a flashlight as a spotlight). She also signals if the acting of the Actual Actors in the batfam is accurate/passable or not.

...Cass is also The Bullet. It’s a very respectable role, what are you talking about!

The family therapist starts wondering why the batfam’s progress suddenly jumped. It’s because they’re working through their issues vicariously through the characters in Hamilton

Dick, Steph, and Tim post videos of the fam and Mari practicing on social media. They start trending.

They also coo over Jasonette singing It’s Quiet Uptown while walking through the manor gardens, dancing on the dining table, and basically serenading each other with broadway songs all around the house. And Gotham.

They have video evidence.

(The production crew create a blooper reel of all their cast and crew’s shenanigans which they later sell on DVDs as part of the charity. Batfam and Mari take up 80% of all the bloopers on the DVD)

After social media realizes that most of the batfam aren’t in fact part of the charity show cast, people start a petition for a show with all the Waynes acting in it.

They cut it too close to the dates of the charity show for it to be possible, but their therapist mentioned to Alfred once that having the family work on a fun (non-violent) project/activity together would be good for them.

So, Alfred convinced Bruce and mentioned it to Mari who convinced Jason who helped convince the rest of the fam, and they agree to hold a concert ala the 25th Anniversary Les Mis concert in place of the final show they had initially planned. Tickets sold out in the first hour.

Damian, seeing the petition’s success, creates his own petition---for Alfred the Cat to be part of the production. Everyone votes for it.

The director tries to talk him out of it but Damian is a stubborn brat. The director finally puts his foot down and says he’ll allow it but only for the concert with the rest of the batfam. Damian agrees.

The director approaches Mari for help in mitigating the “damage” by making the cat a costume. Just in case.

(She does, and it works for about half the song before someone notices that baby Theodosia is strangely mobile. Then the baby meows, Damian coos at it during the instrumental, and the audience slowly catches onto the fact that baby Theodosia is actually a cat.)

(Alfred the Cat goes viral.)

The charity shows go live on the weekend of Jason’s birthday. Opening night is Aug 14, then they have two shows each day on the weekend. The main actor for Burr and Eliza step down on Aug 16, Jason’s birthday, to give Mari and Dami the chance to perform---and so that Jasonette can act together.

They get a standing ovation.

Unlike the full production of the original charity shows, (Mari and) the batfam’s concert was entirely meme worthy.

It had all the wackiness of the blooper reels but cranked up to eleven

Damian’s rendition of Dear Theodosia becomes a meme. Someone was able to get a hold of a video of him singing it with and without Alfred the Cat as baby Theodosia. The difference is like night and day.

Bruce half regrets that he allowed it to be immortalized on film/DVD and sold with the bloopers.

#maribat #jasonette #maribat au #hamilton the musical au #go ahead and ask me for snippets #i have lots of feelings for this au #there's also a soulmate au version of this au which i have p l a n s for #ask me about it i'm begging you #this au needs to be shared

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I Only Have Eyes for You

A quick Daminette blind!Mari Au with a twist at the end. I hope you enjoy! Go check out my other stories after you finish reading.

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"I'm so sorry," Marinette said, brushing herself off as she stood up.

"Watch where you are going next time!" a deep voice angrily exclaimed before she heard his footsteps rush off in front of her.

"Marinette! That was so rude why would you draw attention to yourself like that!" Alya exclaimed.

"Well I'm sorry that you all didn't want me to draw attention to my cane, none of you warned me!" Marinette said back. (Ok quick explanation, needed a reason why Marinette didn't have her cane out.)

"Whatever, pay more attention next time," Alya muttered.

"How would you like me to do that?" Marinette asked, leaning to one side.

"I had a friend who overcame her blindness, they did a transplant on her eyes," Lila spoke up, 'attempting' to break the tension.

"Ya because that sounds realistic," Marinette mummers to herself.

"Because it's not realistic," Chloe said, rejoining the group, she had gone to grab Marinette's cane from the bus.

"You've just never heard of it, the doctors probably never told your parents so you wouldn't get your hopes up. I mean you're not too rich," Lila pointed out.

"Girls calm down, it's time to begin our tour," Ms. Bustier said, walking back from the front desk.

"Hello, Francis DuPont, welcome to Wayne Enterprises. I'm your tour guide, Richard," The tour guide greets. *Insert Lila lying and normal field trip shenanigans here (if requested will write later) * "I hope to see you all at the celebratory gala at the end of the week, please enjoy your stay here in Gotham."

She was tired of her class, she convinced Chloe to take her to the nearest park so she could hear the sounds to hopefully inspire her in her next song. She has been practicing with the help of Uncle Jagged with writing, well someone writing down, songs and singing them. Uncle Jagged thinks she has potential.

Chloe had left Marinette for a couple of minutes to grab ice-cream, they both deserve it after putting up with Lila and her sheep. She hears footsteps approaching her that sounding similar to Chloe's when she wears shoes, not high heels like today, (she's not very used to Chloe's footstep when there not in heels, sue her).

"Hey, Chloe what ice-cream did you end up getting?" She asked, facing the footsteps.

"Wait you're blind! Why didn't you have your cane earlier?" The voice, definitely not Chloe's, asked approaching her.

"Are you the guy from earlier, the one I ran into?" Marinette asks, avoiding his question.

"Ahh... Yes. Sorry about the 'watch where you're going' that was incredibly insensitive, even for me," he responded.

"Don't worry about," Marinette says, nonchalantly. "I'm Marinette."

"Hi, Marinette, my name is Damian," he responds. "So why are you alone in the park in the most crime-ridden city in America."

"Why? You trying to kidnap me?" Marinette answers with a giggle. "I'm waiting for my friend to get back."

"What have I told you about not talking to strangers, especially ones that look dark and angsty," Chloe says, walking up with two ice-creams in her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Chloe. I forgot to ask, 'hey, Person, I've never met before, are you dark and angsty? If so by my dear friend Chloe's rules, I'm not allowed to speak with you' because I can totally trust someone's answer," Marinette says sarcastically.

"I'm the sarcastic one! You're supposed to be the sweet angel, who is sometimes terrifying," Chloe wines, placing Mari's cone in her hand.

"Whatever you say, Bee. Damian this is Chloe, Chloe this is Damian. Ya know the person I supposedly 'made a scene over'." Marinette said.

"Nice to meet you, Chloe, I should be off, I don't want to disturb you both anymore and my father will call me soon for a meeting," Damian says, standing. He turns to Marinette and says. "I hope to meet you again." Before he exited the park.

"How... you can't even see how hot he is," Chloe complains, slouching beside Marinette.

"Chloe, ya know looks don't matter to me because it's what's on the inside that counts," Marinette says a smile on her face, already knowing how Chloe would respond.

"Plus you're blind so you don't have to worry about how they look," Chloe snickers before checking her watch. "If you want time to walk around the store a bit before dinner, we should get ready to go."

"Cool, let's go then, I promised Mama something I need your eyes to help me," Marinette said, standing up. She tucked her cane away and let Chloe lead her to the shopping district.

The finished shopping, Marinette got her Mama some homemade tea from one of the small business, and a fun new apron. (I'm not funny, so I'm not going to attempt to come up with something clever.) They got back to the hotel with enough time to get ready for dinner. Marinette put on an outfit, with the help of Chloe, high waisted black ripped jeans, a white lace tank crop top, and a pink mid-thigh cardigan, paired together with a silver moon necklace. (idk, it be 1:30). The bus surprisingly didn't leave without her, which she was happy about. The dinner was phenomenal and she has hopes for a good rest of her night, that was until she went to the bathroom and found out her group left without her. She sighs, pulls out her flip phone (I'm like 98.9% sure blind people can't use smartphones.) and dials Chloe's number.

"I tried to get Bustier to wait for you, but little miss liar lied and said you were already on the bus," Chloe explained.

"It's fine... I need a walk anyways, see you later," Marinette said, hanging and putting her phone on silent and exits the restaurant. Not too long after she hears light footsteps touch the ground.

"Miss do you need help getting back to where you are staying? You know this is the most crime-ridden city in the world," A somewhat familiar voice comes from behind her.

"Seriously Damian we're back to Miss?" Marinette laughs.

"Robin, I told you to stay on the roof," another voice comes from landing beside them.

"Damian, you're friends with Richard? He was my tour guide earlier," Marinette adds.

"Umm yes, I'm Damian's brother," Dick said. "You can call me Dick though."

"Hi, Dick, my name is Marinette," She says, holding out her hand in his voice's direction, which he grabs and shakes. She scrunches her nose at the feeling of leather. "Why are you wearing gloves? It's not that cold out."

"Oh I'm a germaphobe," Dick answered quickly.

"Oh I'm sorry, I should be getting back to the hotel," Marinette said, turning her back ti were their voices where.

"Let me walk you ok? Where's your cane?" Damian asks.

"Well Chloe was here with me earlier, so I had put it away in her purse. The class left me behind though, so I was just going to walk home,"

"Wait you're blind? You didn't have a cane earlier as well," Dick asks.

"Oh, that is literally nothing. People think I use it to seek attention," Marinette said. "Damian, can you help me find my hotel?"

"Yea, sure, umm... what hotel are you staying at?" Damian asks. "You can hold on to my arm if it would help you."

"Ok, thank you, I'm staying at Wayne Hotel," Marinette said, grabbing the crook of his elbow.

"See you later, you guys. Call me when you're down, I'll let Brucie know what's happening," Dick said his voice trailing off as they walk off in opposite directions. They walk in silence and when they get to the hotel Marinette squeezes his hand.

"Thanks for walking me, Damian," Marinette said, smiling while looking in where she thinks his face is.

"Bye Marinette, don't be left alone again, people aren't always as nice as me," He snickers. "Good night."

"Night, Dami," Marinette says. as the door opens.

"Marinette! I'm so happy you're ok!" Chloe said, hugging Marinette. She then smacked her arm. "Don't hang up on me again!"

"I'm fine Chloe," Marinette said.

"Thank you so much, Robin! I didn't know how she was going to get back without her cane," Chloe exclaimed. "What have I told you about talking to strangers, even heroes."

"Heroes?" Marinette mutters to herself. "I'm sorry Chloe. I didn't realize that I wouldn't be safe with one of Gotham's heroes."

"I'm messing, come on," Chloe says, grabbing Marinette's arm. "Night Robin."

"Ya night Robin," Marinette says confused. When Marinette gets to her and Chloe's room, she sits on the balcony with hopes of Da-- Robin dropping by. Not too long after she stood outside she heard someone land being her. "Chloe, I'm going to be writing, you can go to bed, I'll be in a bit later." She heard Chloe confirm. "So you're Damian and Robin."

"And you figured it with only meeting me three times, you figured out Grayson with only two times. You know you can't tell anyone," Robin said.

"Well I don't see the difference between you guys, I can only hear the similarities in your voices," Marinette explained. "I wouldn't tell anyone, I understand to have secrets."

"What do you mean?" Robin asks.

"Well for the past couple of years, there had been an akuma problem in Paris," Marinette said.

"What's an akuma and how were they a problem?"

"A villain named Hawkmoth terrorized the city by using their negative emotions against, a hero team named Ladybug and Chat Noir rose to meet the terrorist," Marinette sighed.

"How come no one had mentioned this?" Robin asks, leaning on the railing beside her.

"Tourists weren't allowed to enter Paris as much and no international news was allowed to do reports. The mayor wanted to keep the whole thing under wraps and we didn't include the Justice League because we realized that people with extra training and sometimes powers would be too hard to take down," Marinette explained.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Robin asks, studying Marinette's face the moonlight highlighting her hair making it more blue than normal along with accenting her cheekbones.

"My partner, Chat Noir, and I, well just me now," Marinette said, putting her head in hands.

"You were Ladybug?" Robin asks in disbelief. "Not to sound rude, but how did you manage to do that with your condition."

"While being Ladybug, the magic let me see. They were the best times of my life besides the fact of Hawkmoth. But because of being Ladybug, I was able to see my parents' faces and see the beautiful world. All good things come to an end though, Master Fu took my earrings and Chat Noir's ring and ran away," Marinette accounted a tear slipping down her cheek. "Now I know what I'm missing out on, and there is almost nothing I wouldn't give to see again."

"Why are you telling me this?" Robin asks, looking out over the city.

"Because no one will believe you and I needed someone to talk to who would understand."

"What about Chat Noir?"

"He's gone, his father killed him and there was nothing I could do," Marinette responding full-on tears streaming down her face now.

"Alfred told me the best way to comfort someone, who is distressed, is to hug them. Do you need a hug?" Robin said, standing up straight.

"Please, he promised he would have my back, but he left me here to deal with the aftermath of Hawkmoth and my class," Marinette said into his shoulder

"Does it have anything to do with your class leaving you behind?" Robin asks, rubbing small circles into her back.

"One girl turned them all against me Adrien tried to help me but her lies were just too convincing. They say I bully her and I lie about everything. They took my cane earlier because they didn't want me to draw attention to myself, that's why I ran into you earlier."

"I was rude earlier which was bad in my part especially since you fell," he said quietly.

"No it was my fault for running into you, I'm just happy we're both ok," Marinette smiled, breaking the hug. She leans against the railing again with Robin following not too long after.

"You said something about writing earlier, what was that about?" Robin asks.

"I write and sing songs," Marinette says.

"Any songs I would know?"

"I don't know, but I sing and write with my uncle Jagged a lot."

"Would you sing?" he whispers almost inaudibly.

"I haven't sung in front of many people, and Chloe is right you're still a stranger," Marinette says with a giggle.

"I bet you have a lovely voice," Robin says. "But you don't have to, I won't force you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable."

"I will but give me a moment, I want you to be brutally honest because no matter how I love my family and friends they won't tell me if I'm bad," Marinette whispers. "I'm only going to sing the chorus I haven't figured out the rest." (not my song In My Head by the Bedroom. Highly recommend, underrated song.)

It consumes my mind

It consumes my soul

It wants my life it wants complete control

Somebody help me before it's bad

Somebody help me before I end up dead

I feel alone, all of the time

It's still quite, lurking inside

"I was right, the voice of an Angel," he says, breathlessly.

"Robin, time to go, have a good night Miss," Dick says, dropping onto the balcony.

"Night Damian, Dick," Marinette says, walking towards the door.

Now Dick and Damian stood on the rood of the hotel. "So you want to explain how she knows who both of our identities?" Dick asked his arms crossed across his chest.

"She recognizes our voices after her friend pointed out that I was Robin she put two and two together," Damian says uninterested.

"Besides knowing your name and that you are Robin, does she know that you are Damian Wayne," Dick asks.

"No, I don't think she does," Damian answer. "Now that we're done gossiping, can we go back to the manor?"

"You gonna tell Brucie," Dick asks, standing.

"I mean it is kinda important," Damian shrugs before running in the direction of the manor.

At the end of the week at the gala, Marinette wore a floor-length off the shoulder red dress the skirt of the dress looks like a flower. She loved the feel of the smooth fabric, Chloe said that the color complimented her skin. She was sitting at a table with Chloe when she heard the almost familiar footstep of Damian.

"Nice try Damian, I can tell you are there," Marinette smiled.

"Well, I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, because if I was trying you wouldn't have heard me," Damian says quietly."I was coming to see if you wanted to dance."

"That would be lovely, I'm not too good at dancing," Marinette says.

"I'll lead, I'll make sure that you are comfortable," Damian reassures.

"I trust you," Marinette says, letting herself be lead out to the middle of the floor. "So tell me more about you, all I know is that you have a night job. How old are you because you sound on the younger side to me."

"I'm about to turn twenty in the upcoming month," Damian says.

"I just turned eighteen. What do you want to do in the future?"

"I help run my father's company, I know you want to be a singer," Damian asks, spinning her.

"That's true. What company does your father run?"

"He owns and runs Wayne Enterprises."

"That means you're a Wayne? Is it your choice that you want to work at WE or is it being forced onto you?"

"It's my choice."

"Does it bring you happiness?"

"Yes," Damian says pressing his forehead to hers as the song ends.

"Then that's all that matters then," Marinette says,

"Oh my god! Dick wasn't lying!" A voice screams with fast-approaching footsteps following. Marinette turns to the voice's direction. "How'd you get someone so adorable?"

"Jason! I told you to-- he wasn't lying!?" another voice says, coming from the same direction.

"Marinette, meet my other two of my adopted brothers," Damian said. "The first one is Jason and the second one is Tim."

"We're numbers now? What happened to us being people?" Jason whines.

"You're bothering me," Damian said.

"Damian, be nice to your sibling, I bet they're lovely to have around," Marinette says, playfully smacking his arm.

"Well, then I would win that bet," Damian snickers.

"Well it's nice to meet someone that can stand being around Demon Spawn," Jason says.

"Are you guys dating? Dick said you guys were and that Damian calls you Angel," Tim asks.

"We're not dating," Damian says.

"He has not called me Angel, but he compared my singing voice to one," Marinette responds.

"I forgot to tell you that there was no way the Jagged was complimenting you to be nice. You have a heavenly voice," Damian says, kissing her hand.

"Jagged... like Jagged Stone, Jagged?" Tim asked, squeezing in between her and Damian.

"There are a lot of people with Jagged in the world, what makes you think I'm talking about Jagged Stone?" Marinette asks, speaking towards the spot where Tim had been standing.

"Well, is it him?"

"Yes, it is him, but--" Marinette said now looking on Tim's direction.

Tim screams. "Seriously! You're his prodigy?"

"More like his niece but prodigy works," Marinette explains.

"That's awesome, can I have an autograph?"

"I don't know when I'll see Uncle Jagged again, but--" Marinette starts.

"No from you, your voice is calming and helps me focus on my work," Tim says.

"Umm, sure!"

"After she signs it, will you leave us alone?"

"Yes, we'll leave you two love birds alone," Jason said, grabbing Tim's arm.

"They seem nice," Marinette said.

"They can be but they are a bit overbearing," Damian said, pulling her into another dance.

"It's nice to have people support you in their own unique ways," Marinette said. They dance in silence at one point Marinette almost falls Damian pull her close.

"You're adorable when you blush," Damian says, lifting her chin so he could get a good view of her face.

"That's not fair, I can't see if you're blushing," Marinette pouts. "Can I feel face?"

"Why?"

"You don't have to, but feeling is like seeing for me along with other blind people," Marinette said, quickly.

"Umm... do you want to go out to the garden so it's quieter?"

"Ummm ok," Marinette said, letting Damian take her to the garden. Damian leads her to the nearest bench. Marinette puts her hands in his. "I don't want to jab your face can you?" Before she finishes, he takes her hands and places them on his face. "Don't worry I recently washed my hands." Damian chuckles. She runs her fingers over his jaw and cheekbone. "What color are your eyes?"

"Jade green, I also have black hair, and tan skin," Damian says.

"You're handsome... umm I mean you have strong facial features...?" Marinettes stutters.

"You're beautiful as well. Thank you, Angel," Damian says, kissing her forehead. “Will you come to dinner at the Manor tomorrow night?”

“That would be lovely, but I can’t be out too late, we are leaving the day after tomorrow,” Marinette said.

The next day leading up to dinner with the Waynes was uneventful besides some of Lila’s normal lies about Marinette and fabulous stories about her old famous friends that she ran into without anyone else around. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Damian again. Sure she had been less willing to let herself be open ever since Lila and the loss of Adrien, who had stood with her.

She got dressed in a white tank crop top with a pink floral pattern, a high waisted skater skirt, and paired with white converse. Chloe helped her, obviously, she said that Marinette looked appropriately dressed.

“Thanks, Chloe, I’m going to head downstairs. Damian said he would be here at 5:30,” Marinette said, hugging her.

“Well it’s 5:25 you should hurry,” Chloe said pushing her out the door.

“Oh crap! Bye Chloe!” Marinette said, rushing down the hall to the elevator. As she ran out of the elevator she heard the lobby doors open.

“Marinette, did you just run down here? Where’s your cane?” Damian asks, approaching the girl.

“Hey aren’t you the boy that danced with Marinette yesterday?” Lila’s voice came from what Marinette remembers to be the sitting area.

“If I am, why does it matter to you?” Damian growls.

“Because she’s a bully,” Alya’s voice came from near where she heard Lila.

“I don’t what you’re talking about, she’s sweet, kind, even after I was rude to her and incredibly strong,” Damian said, taking Marinette’s hand.

“She forgets her cane on purpose for attention,” Lila states.

“No, from what I was told, you complained that her cane was bringing her too much attention. The cane is what helps her see,” Damian says. “Come on, Angel, Alfred is waiting.”

“Thanks, Dami,” Marinette says. As they get into the back of the car Marinette says. “You know you didn’t have to do that, they stopped affecting me months ago.”

“Just because I didn’t have to doesn’t mean I didn’t want to,” Damian says, kissing her hand.

“Thank you Dami,” Marinette said, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks.

“You’re adorable,” Damian said.

“Now Master Damian, I know I raised you better than that,” Alfred said from the front.

“Pennyworth, this is Marinette, Marinette this is Alfred our butler and unofficial official grandfather,” Damian said.

“It’s nice to meet you Monsieur!” Marinette says enthusiastically.

“Miss Marinette, if I may be so bold, where is your cane?” Alfred asks.

“Ummm I didn’t realize you knew, but I ran out of the hotel room without it,” Marinette said.

“Hey, Mari I don’t think I ever got your number. May I have it so we can stay in touch once you leave?” Damian asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah!” Marinette says, taking out her phone. “Sorry I can text because they haven’t exactly made a smartphone for blind people yet.”

“We can skype,” Damian offers, putting his number in her phone. Before she recites her to him and he names her contact Angel.

“Of course!” Marinette says as they pull up to the Manor.

“There are seven steps coming up, I’ll let you know when there are left by squeezing your hand,” Damian says quietly, respecting her wishes to not use her cane. As they get close to the top, as Damian promised, he squeezed her hand. Alfred opened the door to reveal the rest of the Wayne family.

“This is Marinette,” Damian says. “Marinette this is my family”

“My father, Dick, Tim, Jason, and you already met Alfred,” Damian said, pausing for each of them to say hi in between each introduction.

“Well dinner is ready if you would like to follow me to the dining room,” Alfred said.

“Alfred made Shepherd's Pie,” Damian said, pulling Marinette’s seat out for her.

“That’s lovely, thank you for having me by the way Mr. Wayne,” Marinette said, picking up her fork.

“It’s my pleasure, please call me Bruce,” he said.

Dinner went on fine until Jason realized something, Marinette never looked directly at anyone she always looked slightly to the side or a bit above whoever was speaking.

“Marinette, are you blind?” Jason asks.

“Jason! That’s very rude,” Dick says.

“No it’s a valid question, I am in fact blind,” Marinette said.

“You’re very independent,” Bruce notes.

“Well I don't like being seen just for my disability or for being weak because of my blindness,” Marinette explains.

“Angel, no one would think that,” Damian said. “You’re incredible.”

“Thanks, Dami.”

“So Marinette you know our identities, do you plan to keep them?” Tim says.

“Of course,” Marinette answered.

“She used to be a hero,” Damian said. “Ladybug, the hero of Paris.”

“I saw a video of a battle, how were you able to defeat the akuma?” Dick asks.

“Well, I used to have a kwami, her name is Tikki, she gave me sight while I was transformed,” Marinette explained. “But sadly, Master Fu took back my earrings along with Chat’s ring and disappeared.”

“How do we know you're telling the truth?” Jason asked, receiving a smack from Damian. “Hey! It’s a valid question!”

“I’ve seen the footage, they look the same,” Dick says.

“From what I’ve heard, I have scars up and down my back from the countless akuma attacks,” Marinette explained. “And because I was supposed to become the next guardian and I was the holder of the ladybug miraculi, I have with the Miraculi mark.” She then bent her leg to show the mark on her ankle.

“Ms. Marinette speaks the truth, I have the mark of the peacock miraculi,” Alfred said.

“Adri-- Chat Noir had the same mark.”

“Before he went missing you mean,” Dick cuts in.

“Not missing, Gabriel, his father, and Hawkmoth, killed him before he realized it was his son,” Marinette explained.

The conversation moved into a brighter topic after that. When it was time to leave Damian decided to drive her back to her hotel. He walked her to the lobby.

“Be my girlfriend?” Damian asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I would love to!” Marinette said, hugging him. She went up on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “Bye Damian, I’ll count the minutes till I see you again.”

“I’ll see you off to the airport tomorrow,” Damian said, kissing the crown of her head.

(Sorry for the skips, I just wanna get to the part that the whole story has been building to.) Their relationship didn’t falter with distance after Marinette graduated, she moved to the states to attend Gotham Academy. Uncle Jagged promised her parent to check up on her him being in America for recording and shows. Not too long after they graduated college Marinette became a hit as Nettie. Damian proposed to her on the date of her debut. They got married on their fifth anniversary of dating. A year later they had their first son Thomas Adrien Wayne-Dupain.

On Thomas’ second birthday, Damian prepared a surprise. “Not too much longer Angel, just a couple more steps.”

“Today on the show we have Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne or as most of you know her as Nettie,” the hostess says. “What most of you all don’t know is that she is blind. Nettie, will you give a wave to the crowd?”

She waves and whispers to Damian. “I might murder you, why are we here?”

Damian just chuckles, kisses her head, and says “Don't worry it’s about to get better.”

“So not too long ago, I reached out to Damian Wayne, her husband, to bring her onto the show so we can we have her reaction for a first time using E-Sight.” At that Marinette hugs Damian, and whispers graciously.

“So today is our son’s second birthday and I know it’s not a gift him, but it will be the first time she sees us for the first time,” Damian says.

“So we have an E-Sight technician here today to help her with the glasses, which she’ll be able to keep,” the hostess says.

“So I’m going to slide this on your head,” the technician says, placing it over her eyes. “Can you give a look around for me? Can you see?”

“Yes! Yes! I can see,” Marinette exclaims, turning to look at the two most important people in her life. “You guys! You’re both as beautiful as I imagine.” Marinette cries, tears streaming down her face.

“Come on, Angel, don’t cry,” Damian says, wiping her tears away before pulling her into a hug.

“Thomas, honey, you’re so cute…. I can’t believe it! I can see you both!” Marinette says, taking Thomas. “Hi honey, Mama can see you!”

“Nettie, we brought the rest of your family here so you can see them as well,” the hostess says, welcoming her family to the stage.

“Guys! Mama! Papa! You guys!” Marinette says, letting herself be enveloped in a hug.

“We’re so happy for you, Pixie-Pop!”

She couldn’t be happier, she was happy before but now she can see the beauty of the world once again. She loved her family more than words can explain and now she didn’t have to just picture them, she can see them for real.

#marinette x batfam #maribat #batfam #ml salt fic #damian x marinette #lila salt #marinette x damian #alya salt #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #marinette deserves better #wifiwrites

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Avengers AU - Hidden File #2 - Villain, Hero, or Neither?

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This fic is based on an idea I originally had for the series, but I scraped it because it was a tad too dark for what I was going for originally. Once again, it's up to you to decide if this is Canon or not. (Also, let me know if you're interested in another part!) 💖

TW: Some spoilers for the main series, this is supposed to take place after the last Canon chapter, Death of loved ones, death of a main character 😶, funerals and burying someone, reader pushes the line of a morally grey character, cussing and lots of it, arguments, negative comments about someone's appearance (please be kind to others), accusations go fucking FLYING, 2yoo angst and they don't like each other (obv not related to their irl relationship, this is for the ✨️ dramatics ✨️), Yoohyeon is mean to the reader (like really mean, once again, this isn't a reflection of her personality), reader is also an asshole, lots of angst ;)

Summary: After the death of your loved ones rocks your world, you take action. That action, as you're quick to discover, sets off a domino effect that changes not only your life, but the lives of those you care about.

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 ♤ AU Masterlist ♤

You turn on the TV in your small New York apartment. After everything that has occurred, you feel calm and settled in, as if nothing can hurt you n-

Brrring!

Your cell phone continues to ring, so you sigh and mute the television.

Who can it be now?

"Hey, who's calling so late?" You warmly answer before getting off of the couch.

"Is this Y/N L/N?" A young woman's voice asks.

"Yeah, it is. Is something wrong?"

"I'm an officer with the NYPD. I have it on the records that you were the caretaker of two young children, a boy and a girl, after their parents had unfortunately passed away."

"Did something happen?" You anxiously await an answer, and you hear the officer sniffle slightly.

"The whole family died in the crossfire of some sort of secret operations mission. We're looking into it now, but we want to notify any next of kin or living relatives, and we were wondering if you-"

You choke back a sob as the woman's words finally resonate with you.

"I don't know anyone, I'm sorry." You manage to say before more tears escape your eyes.

"Well, I figured it was worth a call. Thank you for your time, and I'm sorry for your loss." She quickly hangs up the phone as you immediately fall back onto the couch.

There can't be anything good for me in this world! Those kids, they didn't deserve any of this.

When the tears reside, anger bubbles up inside you. It's toxic and poisonous, and you're more than willing to let it take over you.

Justice needs to be served in one way or another.

You can't resist grabbing a computer and going to work. Researching is like second nature to you, and before you know it, you find a video of a fatal accident.

You click play, and you watch a familiar woman in a red and yellow suit shoot at some sort of creature in the background. You hear people screaming in the background, and a few seconds is all you can take before you slam the computer shut.

Time to get to work, then.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting a call from you so late. Is this about business, or are we being social for once?" Irene raises a teasing eyebrow as you chuckle.

"Social, of course."

"That means that I can break out the good whiskey then." Irene grabs a bottle from the bar in her luxury apartment as you tightly grip the gun that's hidden in your hand.

An eye for an eye, isn't that what they always told you?

"Yeah, the good stuff is the best." You mumble softly as you debate whether or not to pull the trigger.

She isn't completely bad since I've learned to get along with her. Yet again, I've had to broker peace between her and Dami, so maybe that's why?

The thoughts of the kids, your kids, cross your mind, and you silently turn the safety off on your gun.

Irene knows what she did. She hurt those people, and for what, exactly?

"One second, Y/N. I need to grab another glass." She quickly faces you to set a glass and her whiskey of choice down before turning around.

This is it, Y/N. You've turned all of the security cameras off. Take the shot.

You take a shaky breath before raising the gun at Irene's head.

"I think that we should have that drink another time."

TAKE THE GODDAMN SHOT!

"Oh, and when would that b-"

BAM!

The only guilty part of you that lies deep inside your core is awakened when Gahyeon sobs again and again after looking at the closed coffin. She continues to hold onto you for dear life as it is lowered into the ground.

You're conflicted on whether you should continue to be sad, or if you should be glad that Irene is a chip that is now forever off of your shoulder. Another look at Gahyeon tells you that the sad, dejected look on your face needs to stay put, even though you want to throw a party and celebrate.

Killing has never felt so good and deserving… why did I ever stop?

"Gahyeon… I-" Siyeon stops a step or two away from the two of you as you watch Yoohyeon and Handong follow behind. "God, I'm so sorry."

"Shit, I mean, I hated the woman…" Yoohyeon crosses her arms and shakes her head. "But death? That's too extreme, even for heroes."

"Nobody deserves to die like that." Handong grumbles to no one at all.

"Like what?" You tilt your head innocently, as if you didn't enjoy watching Irene bleed out on the floor.

"Yo-You didn't know?" Gahyeon softly asks as she looks up at you for a moment before burying her head in your arms again.

Your face heats up, but you shake away the shyness as you continue to comfort her.

"I was at home, asleep. I didn't know what happened until I woke up." You say as Siyeon sighs.

"Well, I guess a hero can never rest, right?" Siyeon shrugs as she readjusts her funeral attire. "We've got to find the people behind this."

"People?" You ask again.

"Not one person is able to take out a security system and then kill a target within 15 minutes. That's nearly impossible for a team to coordinate, but if they got lucky enough, it'd work out in their favor." Yoohyeon explains as you nod.

They have no fucking clue!

"Where's Lia and JiU?"

"Lia was out working on a project, remember? We've contacted her, but no one's heard back since." Siyeon says.

"JiU hasn't left her room since the news broke." Handong reports.

"Chaeryeong and SuA are gonna fly out for the remembrance service tomorrow. Haven't heard shit from the Asgardians, but that's typical of them. The only person who I expected something from was that sorceress, and her name was-"

"Dami." Your heart stops as your eyes connect with Dami's. She's standing farther back, and as the people file out of the cemetery, she's still silently standing there in all-black attire.

"Whoa, wait a moment, you know her?" Yoohyeon conceringly asks.

"Yeah, why?" You glance at Yoohyeon as she looks over at Siyeon and Handong.

"You two can go ahead and chase the boogeyman that's hunting superheroes. I'm staying with Y/N."

"Is that what you want?" Siyeon asks, and Yoohyeon nods.

"Yeah, it is."

Handong looks ready to object, but Siyeon places a hand across her body.

"Handong and I will be fine. It's good that you stay here with Y/N. Keep her safe, alright?" Siyeon winks before leading Handong away.

"Gahyeon, honey, you have to let me go one day or another." You try to shake her loose, but Gahyeon won't budge.

"I'm not letting you go. You're the only person I really have left. I'm staying with you, Yoohyeon, and Dami, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Gahyeon-"

"No, this is what I want. End of story." Gahyeon shuts down any sort of argument from you as you wave Dami over.

"I guess it'll be the four of us, huh?" You try to crack a smile as Yoohyeon narrows her eyes at an approaching Dami.

"Yeah, I guess so."

The uncomfortable atmosphere that surrounds the four of you grows to a combustible level as you enter Dami's study.

"You know, this place isn't half bad, even though it's a bit messy." Yoohyeon comments as she observes the large piles of books that cover every available surface.

"I prefer the word eccentric." Dami calmly comments before turning to face you and Gahyeon while ignoring Yoohyeon. "Tea?"

"Yes, I'd like some. Gahyeon?" You give the girl in your arms a squeeze, and she nods into your body.

"I'll make three cups, then." Dami quickly turns on her heel and heads up the stairs before Yoohyeon can say a word.

"God, she's pretentious. How can you stand her?" Yoohyeon rolls her eyes as you maneuver yourself and Gahyeon over to a nearby sofa.

Gahyeon finally lets go of you in favor of a teddy bear that was abandoned there by one of the kids.

She loved that teddy bear… and I'm sure that she would be glad that Gahyeon got to enjoy it too.

"You either get used to it, or you melt the icy layer away." You nonchalantly explain as Gahyeon hugs the teddy bear for dear life.

"So you're just numb to her asshole-ry?" Yoohyeon jokes as you try not to snort.

"You know what I meant, Yooh."

"No, I actually don't think that I do, Y/N." She teases as you stand to match her.

"I guess I'll have to show you, then~" You slyly walk over and wrap an arm around her waist as she blushes.

"Yeah, but not now, I have work to do." She slips out of your arms, and you huff.

"Work? You're not doing any work now, are you?"

"I didn't come here for social hour, Y/N." She deadpans as you gasp in surprise.

"You came here to question Dami about a murder that she did not commit?" The anger in your voice is visible, yet Yoohyeon stands her ground.

"You don't know that for sure, Y/N."

"You can't be serious right now, Yoohyeon." You fold your arms across your chest as a weak laugh escapes you. "I can't believe you! Why would you chase a dead end?"

"How do you know that Dami is a dead end? She could be the answer that we are missing! You know that the two of them did not get along, right?"

"Dami is not a killer!" You yell as Yoohyeon yells back.

"How do you know that?!?"

"We dated for three fucking years, Yoohyeon!" You scream before immediately placing a hand over your mouth.

The dejected look that crosses Yoohyeon's face makes you regret ever opening your mouth in the first place.

"...You dated her? Why?" Yoohyeon manages to say in the softest and weakest voice imaginable as you remove your hand from your mouth.

"Because she took me in when no one else wanted me, Yooh."

"What about me? What about us?"

"You were off in another country, fighting a war much greater than the two of us." You gesture between the two of you. "For the record, there was no 'us'. You made that very clear for me."

"Me? What about you? You were always ogling over some other girl. It shouldn't even surprise me that you would like Dami, anyways."

"I'm sorry, are you accusing me of cheating on you when we weren't in a relationship, or are you just that jealous and insecure about yourself?"

"Excuse me?!? If anything, you should be jealous that you don't have someone like me. I mean, look at yourself, Y/N! You're lucky that you pull in anyone at all."

"Oh shit…" Gahyeon mumbles as you give Yoohyeon the harshest stare.

"So you think I'm ugly and disgusting, huh? Am I that much of an abomination to you? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?" You ask with pain in your voice.

"Y/N, wait, that's not what I meant!" Yoohyeon reaches out for you, but you take three steps back before she can get close.

"Fuck off, Yoohyeon." You mutter under your breath before climbing up the stairs.

"Y/N, please-"

You turn around and face Yoohyeon with a deadly look in your eye.

"Do you want to know why I chose Dami over you? This is why, Yoohyeon. She doesn't degrade me every time we get into a fight. Of course, there's nagging and anger from both of us, but it's because we care about each other. You're just throwing hurtful words at me, and for what reason? So you can win an argument? You're pathetic, Yoohyeon."

Yoohyeon scoffs before speaking.

"Your looks aren't the only ugly thing about you, Y/N. Your personality is shit as well."

"I wish we never fucking met." You spit before turning around.

More tears come from your eyes, and you nearly run into Dami, who grabs your arm while balancing a tray of tea mugs and goodies.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

"Nothing." You say as tears freely flow down your face. "You shouldn't bother asking about me, anyways."

"Y/N-" Dami sets the tray aside before pulling you into her arms. "Darling, I heard the argument from the kitchen. What did she say to you to get you this upset?"

"I-"

Yoohyeon snorts before chuckling to herself.

"You really would choose her over me, aren't you?"

"If you didn't insist on having your way, Yoohyeon, maybe you'd have a shot." Dami shoots back, but you quickly shush her.

"This isn't your fight, Dami."

"Yeah, but your fights are my fights. Let me protect you for once, like I failed to do all of those years ago." Dami insists before pushing you behind her.

You wrap your arms around her middle, and you feel her body heat up as you snuggle into her warmth.

"Know your place, witch." Yoohyeon hisses, and her anger suddenly scares you.

Something's wrong with her, but there's also got to be something wrong with me. I told myself that I enjoyed killing a woman! How can I be considered sane after that?

Dami gently pulls you off of her before slowly descending down the staircase.

"So, you come into my sanctuary, attack someone that I care about, and then expect to play investigator with me and earn my respect? Absolutely not, Yoohyeon. I am not putting up with your childish antics and games-"

"But Y/N, they-"

"I wasn't finished talking, Yoohyeon. Listen carefully because I will only repeat myself once. You shall leave this place immediately, and you will not set foot upon this sacred place until you have regained your former glory and honor. Are we clear?"

"What about Irene? She was murdered-"

"A tragedy, yes, but it doesn't give you the excuse to bully other people into giving you the answers you want to hear. Blame me for her murder all that you wish, but the sands of time will prove my innocence. Good day, Ms. Yoohyeon, and for your sake, I hope our paths never cross again."

You can tell that Yoohyeon wants to say something else, but she bites her tongue and storms out of the sanctuary.

Dami chuckles before climbing back up the stairs. She grabs the tray that she abandoned, along with your hand.

"See, Y/N? I only needed three tea cups after all."

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 4 years

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Okay, I just remembered that I once actually had a dream where Jon somehow ends up raised by the Gotham City Sirens and becomes Batman!Damian's flirty childhood frenemy in an apparent Reversed Robins AU because I remember Robin!Dick. But it was also kinda dark? Because one of Jon's first actions as an adult villain was killing the Joker due to his abuse of Harley and murder of Tim (which made Dami sad) so he just. Offs the Joker unceremoniously and dismantles his gangs.

oh boy! that sounds like a real intense, but also real great dream! I hope they made out later, or Bruce strives to keep Damian and the other birds away from Jon, but Jon is sneaky and pops up at their house/in dark alleys like Catwoman all the time anyway.

I also hope Selina helps Jon get his man through any way possible wink wink WINK haha

#jondami #jon kent #Damian Wayne #au chattering #anon #asks

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alenee13 · 4 years

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Danger Meter

Daminette Soulmate AU

The meter on Damian’s wrist had always been as low in the green as it could be, radiating the most comforting warmth. Not that he had any idea what this even was or what it meant. His mother and Grandfather seem against the idea of him having any inkling of what it was, simply saying it wasn’t something people like them bothered themselves with, that it was a distraction from his goals. That had been enough of a reason for him to never bring it up again, after all, distractions got you killed in this life style. So late at night after all his training was concluded and he was alone in the confidence of his room, the only place he wasn’t watched, he would run his fingers across the meter closing his eyes and letting the warmth he felt consume him. His only peace in such a dark life.

When Damian moved in with his father at the age of ten, and became Robin he never showed or mentioned his meter. After all, distractions still got you killed. Even if he had more freedom here the dangers where still there and he had no reason to believe that his father would feel any different about it from his mother. But after patrol was done and he was alone in his room he would still sit and run his fingers over the small meter, close his eyes and relish in the warm feeling he felt wash over him, the same as he had done his whole life up to this point.

The first person to ever see the meter had been Alfred. It had been early in the morning before school just after his 11th birthday. His sweater sleeve slipped a little too far up as he sipped his tea, he hadn’t seen the way Alfreds eyes widened as he slowly set aside what he was doing.

“Master Damian, may I see what is on your wrist?” The older man had asked him. Damian looked at him and simply pulled his sleeve up to the elbow and allowed the man to see his wrist.

“How very lucky young master, few have such an honor.” Damian gave a ‘TT’ in response and sat quietly as the man went back to work. Damian glanced between his wrist and the butler a few times before clearing his throat.

“Pennyworth, what do you mean?” Deciding to once again attempt to get answers about the meter that had been his constant comfort. The butler once again looked at the young boy, but this time with a slight frown.

“Do you not know what it is Master Damian?” With an annoyed huff Damian shook his head, pulled his sleeve down over the meter and crossed his arms successfully hiding it from view. Alfred watched Damian with a carefully school expression before answering.

“That is a soul mark, very few people in the world have one. Somewhere in the world there is another person with a meter just like yours. Everyone who has a soul mark has a different type of mark. It seems like yours shows the danger the other person is in. Green meaning minimal danger, while as the color shifts from green into the other colors the danger is increasing. Once in the red it means the person is in grave danger. This person is said to be the perfect balance for you in every way.” Alfred explained watching Damian’s face carefully. “I’m guessing your mother never told you this?”

Damian glanced down at his wrist that was tucked tightly into his chest then quickly back up to the butler, the warmth of the meter crept into his skin from where it was tightly pressed. He frowned deeply at the older man.

“TT, of course not. Such a thing is a distraction, and distractions get you killed.” Damian said curtly before standing up and collecting his bag from the chair next to him. “We must be going now Pennyworth, or I will be late for school.” Alfred glanced at the clock and nodded.

“Of course, Master Damian.” The butler made a mental note to speak to Bruce about this development. He then led Damian out of the manor and drove him to school and silence like most mornings.

The meter wasn’t brought up again for a few days after that. Until Bruce came home one night from work and asked Damian to come talk with him in the parlor. They had sat in silence for a few minutes before Bruce spoke.

“Damian, why didn’t you ever bring up the meter on your arm?” Bruce asked. Damian instinctively crossed his arms once again pressing the meter into his shirt before shooting a glare at his father.

“Because it was of no importance. It is nothing but a distraction.” Bruce frowns at his youngest son.

“Damian, this is nothing you have to hide away. Very few people have a soulmate, and it is a blessing to have one. I’m just concerned because you never told me you had one.” He said trying to keep his voice as even as possible, not wanting to anger his youngest child. Damian refused to break eye contact with his father, searching for anything to gauge his father's emotions.

“Mother never explained to me what it was, and the one time I did ask, made it very clear to never ask again. I was under the impression that it wasn’t something you talked about, as I have never heard anyone else talk about it.” Bruce gave a stiff nod and rubbed his chin in thought, leaning back in his arm chair.

“Well, there is no reason for you to feel the need to hide it Damian. I am actually very happy for you. If you ever need to talk to someone who understands what it is like to have one, speak with Dick. He may not talk about it a lot any more since he has found Kori, but when he was your age, he was always staring at it waiting for the day he would meet her.” Damian didn’t know how to feel about all this. Without replying Damian stood and left the room. Not wanting to hear any more for the night.

Damian didn’t talk about it again for a long time. The meter stayed firmly in the green only ever moving a hair here and there. He had no reason to worry. While he wasn’t sure how to feel about another person being bounded to him in such a way, He couldn’t bring himself to hate the idea. After all, the meter had been his only source of comfort his whole life, so to him, the person who his meter was tracking was an angel.

Then one day that changed. Damian had just got home from school when his wrist started burning and the meter was deep in the red. His heart rate picked up as ice ran through his veins. Panic was all he could feel as he pulled his phone out and called the only person he knew would know what was going on, Dick. The phone was answered on the third ring to Damian’s relief.

“Dami-” “Stop talking Grayson, my meter is in the red and won't stop burning! What is going on, this has never happened before!” Damian demanded in a panicked voice, successfully getting Dick to stop talking. Dick gasped and Damian could hear him moving on the other end of the line.

“Damian, your soulmate is in danger you need to stay calm. I can be there in forty-five minutes if you need me. This kind of thing can happen, all you can do is hope they make it out okay, and that the meter doesn’t turn black.” Damian tried to even out his breathing and continued to stare at the dark red of his meter. The burning wouldn’t stop and all he could think was that he didn’t want to lose his Angel.

“I don’t want them to die Grayson, they are the only thing that stops me from losing my mind. Have they been feeling this their whole life because of me?” Damian tried not to let his emotions run away from him but he couldn’t stop the questions from tumbling out of his mouth. Dick cursed under his breath.

“I’m on my way to the manor Damian, go find Bruce or Alfred. You shouldn’t be alone right now. I will talk to you and answer all your questions once I get there.” They hung up and Damian went to find Alfred. Dick got to the manor after his mark was back in the green, much to Damian’s relief. His soulmate was okay. His angel was okay. He had never felt such a relief in his entire life.

Dick stayed in the manor for two weeks after answering all of Damian’s questions and providing as much comfort as the younger boy wanted while his meter constantly went between red and green throughout the two weeks. Damian couldn’t understand why it was happening, and couldn’t shake the guilt of having put her through this his whole life.

This became the normal for him for the next two years, sometimes he would feel it for hours or only fifteen minutes, sometimes three times a day or three times a week. There was no pattern and it was always a horrible feeling that Damian wished she never had to feel from him but knew she did and continued too just like he did.

A few months after Damian’s 16th birthday the Justice League got a video from two hero’s that went by the names of Ladybug and Chat Noir, Wonder Woman had been mortified to get the news. Batman made preparations to send Timothy and Damian to Paris to assist in the tracking and capture of the villains by the names of Hawk Moth and Mayura. Ladybug had asked that all super powered Hero’s not come, that if they were to fall victim to the villains, she feared that she and Chat Noir wouldn’t be able to win such a fight.

Exactly one week after getting the news Damian and Tim where in Paris starting the investigation on the super villains. The first Akuma attack left Damian in shock as his meter burned stronger than ever before as he watched Ladybug fly into battle. Suddenly it all made since, of course she was a Hero. His eyes widened as the Akuma rushed at Ladybug and he made his move, pulling his sword from his back, he blocked the Akuma’s attack. Without saying a word or even glancing back he threw himself into the battle. After a few minutes Ladybug was next to him giving orders as they battled side by side for the first time.

Once the Akuma was defeated and they all moved to a more secluded location. Chat Noir gushing about having met both Robin and Red Robin before a beeping sounded from both of the Parisian heroes. Ladybug turned to Damian after Chat vaulted off and stared at him before smiling.

“Robin, meet me back here tonight at midnight. I think we need to talk.” Damian nodded once before she smiled another dazzling smile at him and disappeared.

Tim had teased him none stop for the remainder of the night as to be expected, and Damian being Damian had been throwing things at him from across the penthouse.

“So, what are you going to do when you see her Demon Spawn? Do you even know how to be civil? But I guess since she’s your soulmate she can probably handle it, after all she seems pretty tuff. I’m surprised you got someone so pretty.” Damian scowled at him from his position on the couch.

“Shut up Drake, I didn’t ask for your opinion on my Soulmate!” Tim ducked to avoid the book Damian hurled at his head. “I will hurt you!”

“Oh, calm down. I’m mostly teasing you. Though I do have my concerns. I sort of feel bad for her, being stuck with you.” Tim said with a smirk as he typed away on his computer. “But look at the time, you should be heading out soon. Don’t want you being late for your date.” Damian glared at him for a second debating if he wanted to beat the shit out of him and be late or just go see his angel.

The later of the two ending up winning as Damian put his mask on and jumped out the window, shooting his grappling hook, and swinging off into the city. He saw her before he even landed on the roof top. The warmth of his meter spreading up his arm as he landed on the roof a few feet from her.

“I’ve always wondered what kind of person my meter would be attached too. Growing up my parents were so worried, no one could understand why my meter was always in the red. But they tried to keep me as safe as possible, I could only hope that the warmth of my meter would provide you comfort from the hard ships you faced every day. The warmth I would feel some times, always reassured me you where okay. That I was one day closer to finding you.” She didn’t move as she spoke but a small smile did find its way to her face. Damian couldn’t look away from her, her smile seemed to brighten his whole world. She was everything he wasn’t. As he had always thought of her as Angel in every respect. But standing here it was like looking at a goddess. She felt like something he could never actually reach.

“Growing up my meter was the only comfort I had. Every night I would soak up the feeling of warmth it gave me. You have been my Angel for as long as I can remember, I am honestly quite relieved to have found you. The last few years have been very concerning, you have never been something I had to worry about, and in one day you became the only thing I ever worried about. It never made sence until now.” Damian still couldn’t believe he was looking at her. This was his Soulmate, the one person who would always understand him, who would and always has, been there for him.

“I’m sorry to have caused you so much worry Robin. As much as I want to know who you are, and for you to know who I am. We both have a duty to complete and trust to build. While I want to trust you with everything that I am, I have to be smart. I have a whole city depending on me. You are my soulmate and I am looking forward to working with you and getting to know you.” She smiled anther one of her smiles that made it hard for him to breath and nodded in understanding.

“Of course, Ladybug. I understand completely.” Damian replied with a curt nod. Ladybug reached forward towards Robin, He stared at her hand for a second before taking her hand in his. His skin tingled as her hand touched his. Gasping she pulled her hand back to inspect the skin, then met his eyes again. She looked at him for a few seconds before slowly walking forward the short distance to him. Damian tilted his head slightly down to keep eye contact. She was so tiny and cute.

“Robin?” Demian smiled as she looked down with a blush on her cheeks, lifting his hand he brushed her bangs to the side and rested his hand on her cheek before lifting her head up to meet her eyes again.

“Yes Ladybug?” her blush didn’t go away at all as she leaned into his hand, and without warning she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.

“I’m so relieved to finally meet you Robin. I’m so glad you found your way to me.”

#daminette #marinette damian #maribat #damimari #mlb x dc #damianette

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So. No lie buuuut wow. Your work is well done. What other aus would you tackle if you had the time?? Inquiring minds need to know babe.

Aw, thank-you so much babe! I’m glad you enjoy my works.

Hm, other aus I would tackle (like I for real don’t have enough already LOL) if I had the time and inclination? Welp, there are quite a few tbh. I’ll throw down some of them, but don’t expect to see these any time soon. I have so many half-ass docs I need to finish already, you know?

But here’s a few of them:

- Civilian CEO Au, in which Tim becomes the CEO of Drake Industries and realizes how shady the business practices are. His clean-up attempt means he makes multiple enemies and pretty much gets his ass in danger. Cue some very understanding vigilantes saving his bacon on multiple occasions. And why are the wards of Bruce Wayne showing a sudden interest in WE’s competitor?? (Eventual smut, identity porn, and angst are a must.)

- Alien!Tim Au: Crash landing on Earth, meeting the Teen Titans is more than Tim was hoping for when his ship started malfunctioning close to Earth’s orbit. Word around the galaxy is how bad ass the Justice League is, so most thought human kind is mostly super beings of immense power. Some cute discoveries (how had no one introduced him to pizza before? It’s odd looking but tasty), some crime fighting with alien tech, and learning how humans “make love” with the team captain, Robin! (This one might be fun to do a one-shot or something some day)

- Self-Indulgent Identity Porn Au: what if Tim Drake took it upon himself to find people to train him so he could become a vigilante like Batman and Robin? A world where Tim didn’t go to Dick or Bruce to become a vigilante, but still gets training so he can try to stop Batman from destroying himself after the death of his second Robin. “Batman needs a Robin,” the masked kid tells him softly, “and I’m sorry I can’t be that for you. But what I can do is help you stop destroying yourself. I can help you save Gotham if you let me.” “I can’t have another kid’s death on my hands,” the exhausted vigilante sounds broken, gloved hands lying limp by his sides while the kid is bandaging the bleeding wounds in his abdomen. “Whatever happens is on my head, not yours. I know your Robin died, but I’m sure as hell not him.” What Batman doesn’t know about Sparrow? He’s literally the kid next door. (I just want to write an au where Tim takes his vigilante career in his own hands, and gets attention from villains and heroes alike when he’s training to become an associate of the Batman.)

- Talon!Tim au: I know, I KNOW. I’ve written short things about Tim taken by the Court of Owls to become the next Talon when the Court failed to get Dick, but I’d really like to explore this idea more. The aftermath after he breaks the Court’s brainwashing more specifically. How does he find a new normal after everything he’s been through? - Irresistible Omega Tim: Also something I’ve kind of explored when babes brought this up in Asks. I did a post about babe’s idea of Tim holding down Gotham after B gets lost in time here, but I’d really like to take something like this and make it about Dick and Dami coming back to Gotham after some hard talks and soul-searching (basically Dick refusing to let Dami go back to the League of Assassins, dragging him back to Gotham with the argument that Dami would be dishonoring Bruce’s memory and etc.) to find Tim exhausted and beat the hell up after weeks of patrolling on his own. Not to mention Tim presented while they were gone, so now there’s that. I want Tim to have a relationship with young Dami that’s positive, with an understanding Tim since he knows Dami’s an abused kid with a horrific background, and Dami doesn’t know what to do with Omega coddling (eventually he sinks into it tho) and Pack Alpha Dick fairly salivating to take care of their Pack Omega. Jay, Cass, and Steph wander in once Tim presents because Omega are the glue of the Pack, and just! Baddies taking an interest in Robin even though he wears scent blockers and suppressants and everything, but Smut, discovery, family, and supportive everyone ever. The fandom damn well needs this. - Yet another idea for irresistible Tim: What if! Babes, what if, Tim presented during that reunion with Kon after he came back from the dead and B was still lost in time? When Tim called him “Clone Boy” and took off the cowl. Just WHAT IF HE PRESENTED RIGHT THEN? What if Kon, an Alpha because Lex wanted an Alpha heir or whatever, could literally scent the stress and strain on Tim the moment the cowl comes off, can tell everything about Tim’s mental state right at that moment because he’s one of the few people Tim implicitly trusts, is dying inside because he knows he won’t be able to sway Tim away from “the Mission” unless his bestie is literally bleeding out... until Tim starts sweating and swaying, eyes going dazed, scent getting...sweeter? (Ugh, this Tim so battered and beaten down after all the fuckery with Ra’s and losing his spleen, and broken by losing his place as Robin, and just when he’s ready to throw in the towel, when he’s so fucking broken, he fucking presents. After pretty much figuring he’d be just a Beta, no, no, he’s a rare male Omega. A male Omega that smells like everything any Alpha could ever want. Tim glances up when he feels hot all over, even with the cold air on the rooftop passing over them, sees the way Kon’s pupils dilate. “Kon?” “I need you to come with me,” is abruptly out of his best friend’s mouth, “you’re going to take a break from this Batman hunt and come with me, T.” “Wh-What?” “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, promise.”

So. SO yeah. Those are a few :D

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