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Damian the Dog
Inspired by Grumpy Cat, written by @adrestar
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So what if Marinette moved to Gotham Academy, probably because of Lila bullshit or Guardian Duties.
She is mostly alone so she get a dog who she named Damian.
I actually look up on what type of dog she would have because I don't have a lot of knowledge on dogs. I wanted a small cute black dog. I am going with a Pomeranian or a Scottish Terrier.
It's all fine and going dandy. When one day, Damian overhears the new girl talking about him.
Marinette of course has zero interest in celebrities so she has no clue she is in the same class as Damian Wayne. Her classmates asked if she had any pets so she starts talking about her cute little Dami and showing off pictures of him.
"Look at my Dami. Isn't he adorable?" Marinette cooed, "I just love running my hands through those thick black luscious hair."
Damian gets the idea that Marinette is a stalker or a fangirl who is deluded herself into thinking she is dating him but brushes her off as mostly harmless. He can correct her at any time she steps out of the line.
Let the misunderstandings commence!
Fast forward the next few days, where Marinette keeps talking about her dog and no one has clued her in on the fact that there is a human with the same name as her dog going to classes with her.
Human Damian thinks she has very active imagination, going as far as to fake bite marks on her arms after a supposed passionate embrace.
(Damian the Dog is still being trained. Idk abt raising dogs so I hope I am right.)
The weekend arrive and Damian is at the dog park with Titus. Then he heard the insufferable voice calling out for him,
"Damian. Where are you? Come out. Damian. Dami."
He hid himself for a while, hoping she will give up sooner or later. But no, she keeps coming closer to the spot where he was hiding and calling out his name. Then, Titus blew his cover by coming back with the ball he was sent to fetch.
Thinking he had no choice but to reveal himself, he burst out of the bushes, scaring Marinette.
Meanwhile, Marinette was at the dog park to let Damian out of the apartment and get some exercise. She was kept an eye on him as he ran around but after a phone call from Jagged Stone for a new jacket, she had lost sight of her dog.
Then, while she looked for Damian the dog, someone jumped out of the bushes, giving her a scarce.
She realised that he was a boy from her classes and before she could ask if he had seen her dog, he began yelling at her.
"Listen up, harlot. Get out of your delusional fantasies of dating me and leave me alone." He yelled at a very confused Marinette. Human Damian continued to threaten her with lawsuits on the grounds of stalking, defamation and false claims.
Marinette gets fucking pissed at what the rude guy was yelling at her for no reasons but before she could retort, he stomped away with his dog trailing behind him.
"Come on, Titus. We don't have spend more time with this waste of space."
Marinette is so furious that if she was in Paris, she would have been akumatised for sure. She decided to calm down and go look for Damian, not the human. Arriving at home, she found a lawyer waiting for her and they handed her a thick files of all the charges she was being sued for. It was official she had met someone worse than the Chloe Bourgeosis.
So Marinette decides to stress bake about the problem. Ultimately, she made too much and decided to give away some to her next door neighbour, Jason.
Marinette had been living in Gotham for about a month and Jason knows about her habit to stress bake. They first met when Jason accidentally snuck up on her and she judo-flipped him who was 3 times bigger than her. Jason is impressed and Marinette is mortified. They became friends. Jason cooks her meals sometimes and she bake him desserts. It was a fair trade.
Anyway, Jason asks about her problem and Marinette starts a rant about this rich entitled dick she met who was from her class and she had coincidentally met him at the dog park while looking for Damian. Then, he called her a bunch of insults and names, accused her of stalking him and he had sent lawsuits to her address. Which was bad because she had her business as MDC to consider and this will affect her income.
While ranting, Marinette saw Jason's law degree which he had displayed, partially for his cover as a normal civi but mostly to brag to his siblings about being the only one who graduated from college and law school and rub it in Bruce's face. (We all seen the Jason became a lawyer to get Joker a death sentence post right? So Joker is dead here.)
"Can you be my lawyer? Or can you recommend me one? I promise I can pay you."
Jason patted her head, "Pixie, I will do this for free. I don't know which prick decided to mess with you but I will make him pay. Besides, I can't stand guys like that. You are actually doing me a bit of a favor to knock someone like that down a few pegs. Legally."
Marinette insisted to pay him but Jason compromised to get a cake for an entire month instead for taking the job.
When Jason looked through the papers, he noticed it was from the Wayne Family Lawyers so he decided to go to the Manor to get to the bottom of it. Jason arrived in the middle of Damian on a warpath.
He asked Tim who was the closest and furiously typing on his laptop about what is going on with Damian.
Tim answered, "Apparently there's this girl who is stalking Damian. She claimed to be dating him at school and she showed up while he was out with Titus, looking for him. Right now, I am just checking if she is just delusional and harmless or someone dangerous."
Jason connects the dots between Dog Damian and Human Damian and he tried not to burst out laughing right then and there. "That's good to hear. Anyways, I came here because I forgot something. I am going to see Alfred before I go. Have fun with the lawsuits."
Jason spent the rest of the way home, cackling and the funniest way to win the case.
On the day of the court date,
The rest of the Waynes are surprised to see Jason there in a suit. Dick was understandable, Tim was just there to make sure it goes smoothly, Bruce is also reasonable, Damian is the 'victim'.
"Todd, why are you here?"
"You'll see."
Then, they started telling people to enter before they could get more answers. They soon found out that Jason was the lawyer for the other side.
"Todd, you traitor. How dare you work for the opposition!"
Marinette had arrived with a pet carrier with a dog which Damian claimed was to appeal to his animal lover side.
blah blah blah. Legal procession. I don't know how it goes.
Anyways, it is time for Marinette's defense.
"Your honor, I would like to present evidence which proved that my cilent is innocent in all the charges the plaintiff has accused her of."
"Proceed."
Jason brought out the pet carrier and took out Dog Damian.
"Your honor, this is my client's dog. She was gifted this dog before she moved here to Gotham. I have the receipts to prove this."
"What is the point of this?"
Jason dramatically held up the adorable fluffy black dog which looked like a doll in his hands, "Your honor, the dog's name is Damian." Jason claimed while staring straight at Human Damian.
Dog Damian woofed at the sound of his name. There was a shocked silence that followed.
Jason proceed to give more evidence that yes, the dog name is actually Damian like giving commands using his name and adoption certificate to get rid of any doubt.
"He claimed to have heard her talking about her dating but what were the actual words you heard her say?"
"That I am adorable and she likes running her fingers through my soft dark hair."
"Your honor, my cilent was actually bragging about how cute her dog is and how she likes petting Damian the dog's obviously black fur. And you also claimed that she stalked you to the dog park and called out your name several time. She was there by coincidence because the park is the closest to her apartment and she was calling his name because she had lost sight of Damian. Dog Damian I mean. It was Human Damian's fault for assuming she was calling out for him."
Jason continued to explained how each claim was Damian's own misunderstanding of the situation and there are statements from his classmates who confirmed that Marinette was talking about her pet dog. They didn't told her about Human Damian because they found it funny that her dog had the same name.
"In addition, my cilent had no idea who Damian Wayne was. Only knowing him as her classmate. "
Tim is right now filming and having the best time of his life as he watched Damian wished that the ground would swallow him whole. Dick is trying so hard not to laugh while Bruce's lips were twitching.
Jason decides to make a counter-law suit for the emotional damage and potential financial damage Human Damian had caused Marinette by suing her for millions when she was just a struggling student, getting by on her own income in a foreign country.
Marinette stopped him, "Jason, this is enough. I am fine with a hand-written apology."
"The amount I am asking for is just a drop of water of an ocean for them. They are that filthy rich. Besides, you can get that motorcycle side-car for Damian you had been eyeing a while ago. You can also use the money to buy dog stuff that you couldn't before because of your budget."
Marinette hesitated and agreed. The case ended with it in Marinette's favor.
Tim approached them as they exited with Marinette hugging Damian (the dog) and Jason grinning in glee over his victory and simultaneously humiliated Damian (the human) in the process. Tim high-fived Jason.
Tim offered a job to Marinette because he had done a background check on her due to the potential threat she posed and found out about MDC. He does it because he liked her talent and it would look great to have Wayne Enterprise on her resume. Also the best dirt on Damian.
Marinette told him that she would think about it and he gave her a card.
Damian wrote the apology letter, very embarrassed by the entire trial. His pride wouldn't recover for a while and he took it out on Jason who knew about it the entire time and didn't tried to stop and clear up the misunderstanding.
The next day at school, Marinette went to Damian's seat and said, "Good morning, Human Damian."
"Why are you calling me like that?"
"I am sorry. I thought you would appreciate the clarification of which Damian I am referring to. I wouldn't want to end up in court again after being branded as a delusional fangirl of yours because I was just talking about my adorable Dami. I meant to say My adorable dog, Dami. Human Damian."
For the next few months, everyone keeps referring to Damian as Human Damian.
#maribat#ml x dc#mlb x dc#platonic! jasonette#could be read as pre-daminette#enemies to lovers#I really should watch legal drama or read up on court proceedings#Alfred in 'has the same name as a pet' club: *sips tea* welcome to the club Master Human Damian.#this can apply to the suits#Human Robin do you copy#Meanwhile Marinette be going around Gotham with Damian in the side car to get him a cute new outfit#Damian the Dog i mean#I had fun writing this
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Miraculous: Metropolis
by Kimviolin8
This fanfiction is a rewrite of the New York Special. Instead of going to New York, the miraculous class head to Metropolis. The Batfamily watch over our heroes class as they enjoy their trip to Metropolis.
The reverse harem aspects don't show up until briefly in the 3rd chapter and discussed a bit in the 4th. I didn't originally plan to lead this story there, but it ended up flowing that way, so why choose a love interest when you can have three? The romance primarily follows Adrien and Marinette like it does in the movie. This sets them up for a relationship, but a relationship is not official at the end of this story. I may continue this as a series if it gets a lot of kudos and comments.
Words: 4463, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Super Sons (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Superboy (DCU), Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Red Tornado, Justice League (DCU), Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne/Adrien Agreste |Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, why choose?, Reverse Harem, Pre-Relationship, TV Special: Miraculous World: New York, Metropolis (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Daminette, marijon, Identity Reveal, Pre-Slash, Miraculous Ladybug Rewrite, Meet-Cute
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41653347
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Pre-fucking-writing daminette October, cause I am not doing the same bull I did for jasonette july
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Harley’s Plea for Help Chapter 7
Chapter 1.... 2.... 3..... 4.... 5..... 6.... 7(you are here)
“So,” Jason spoke up with his mouth full, earning a glare from Alfred. The elderly man had sat down to eat with them, after Marinette and Adrien both insisted. With the approving looks they had received from the table, both teens felt as if they had passed some sort of test. Regardless, the result was Alfred being able to give Jason a very dirty look for his bad manners. Suitably fearful, Jason gulped his food down and scooted his chair closer to Marinette and Adrien and away from his grandfather figure. “We don’t have to worry about you falling for Timmy, right? No offense, but he’s a bit old for you, Pixie.”
Marinette’s entire face went red in embarrassment, but Adriens bark of laughter thankfully drew the attention away from her— no, wait, Adrien was smirking. The attention being on him was a bad thing, mayday, abort mission—
“Oh don’t worry,” Adrien damn near purred in amusement. “Mari only has one true weakness. Green eyes.”
Marinette choked on her sip of water, trying to get a handle on herself as the table looked on in a mixture of worry and amusement.
“Green eyes?” Dick Grayson, who they had been introduced to earlier, spoke up curiously. A part of Mari’s head couldn’t help but compare him to a puppy, with the way Dick’s head was tilted in confusion.
Adrien nodded, but was cut off by Marinette.
“Adrien! Lies! Blasphemy!”
“Oh really?” Adrien’s smirk was saturated with feline mischief, and he reached into his pant pocket. “Hold on, I can prove it. I never leave home without this,” he pulled out a piece of paper that was covered in loopy handwriting done in a pink gel pen. He cleared his throat and read out in exaggerated French; “Oh, his eyes,” he was forced to push Marinette’s face away with one hand as he leaned precariously to the side to keep her from snatching the paper away from him, “like sunlight glinting off of the dew on blades of healthy grass—“
“ADRIEN!” Marinette gave up trying to be professional, embarrassment taking over and leading to her pouncing and tackling her friend off of his chair. He did his best to wriggle away from her, still dramatically reading from the page with glee.
“It’s such a happy shade of green—“ he laughed when Marinette accidentally ticked him before he managed to slide away from her, stand up, and dance away from her grasp, “— it lights up when he smiles at me, like emeralds if they could radiate joy—“
Marinette finally decided to up her game, faking right and managing to slip Adrien up just long enough for her to lunge in and snatch the poem away from him. “Do you have to read that every time we meet new people?! You’re so embarrassing!” She pouted, folding up the poem instead of ripping it. It was absolutely humiliating, but it was also a precious memory that she had given to Adrien for a reason. “Well, thirteen-year-old me is more embarrassing. But still.”
Adrien chuckled, and put his hands on his hips as he turned back to the Waynes, who were watching them with mixed reactions. Dick, Jason, and Tim looked absolutely overjoyed at the scene they had just witnessed. Bruce was staring off into a third space as if doing his best to mentally escape from his current predicament. Alfred had an amused grin on his face, but also had his head in one hand as if he couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or not. Damian, the hardest of the group to get a read on, just looked lost and constipated.
“I didn’t even bring the poem where she compliments my hair,” he gleefully chirped, sinking back into the dramatic tone as he recited, once again in French, “Those wheat-colored locks, like carefully shaped gold feathers—“
Marinette slapped a hand over his mouth, suddenly regretting her decision to bring him along. She loved him, but he took his role as her honorary brother a little… too seriously.
“Okay!” She raised her voice to cover his muffles. “... is it too much to hope that none of you speak French?”
“We’re all fluent!” Jason all too cheerfully trampled on her hopes and dreams. She groaned in despair.
After a bit more grumbling and glares at Adrien, he and Marinette sat back down. The next few minutes were a little awkward as everyone tried to recover from that impromptu interruption, but eventually things settled back into easy conversation and Marinette’s embarrassment was soon forgotten. Mostly. All in all, it ended up a pretty good night. Adrien’s shenanigans actually acted as a very effective ice breaker, as he and Marinette both noticed that after their scene, the three oldest Wayne kids all loosened up and spoke to them with much more familiarity and joked more easily.
By the time they left to go back to the hotel, Marinette felt like everything went well. She was oblivious to the scene she and Adrien had left behind at the Wayne Manor.
The off-duty vigilantes stayed in the foyer of the mansion, jaws clenched and arms crossed as their minds ran over the whole dinner and the conversations they had had.
“... Marinette is such a nice person, and so happy and funny when she isn’t worried about the safety of Paris,” Dick mused aloud. “It was like a different person, almost. She didn’t look nearly as burdened, and she has a great sense of humor. And her relationship with Adrien definitely doesn’t seem toxic anymore. Chaotic, yeah, but not toxic. He backed off from embarrassing her as soon as she started to show signs of actual anxiety, and the rest of dinner he spent supporting her and making her laugh. She clearly trusts him a lot.”
“But you saw her. She got attached to Tim immediately,” Jason pointed out. “And if Adrien is to be believed, her weakness for green eyes is bad. Very, very bad.”
“When I first met Harley,” Bruce spoke up softly, “it was when we were both in Med school. Before I dropped out. Back then, she was serious and straight-laced, sure, but when she trusted you enough to unwind a little? She wasn’t that different from Marinette. Kind, understanding, intimidatingly smart. We know how that turned out when Joker entered the story.”
“And Alfred too,” Tim spoke up. “Before he left to get them back to the hotel, he told me that Marinette had expressed legitimate concern and protectiveness for him before she even got to the manor. I have no doubt that she is mentally stronger now than two years ago, but she’s still a teenager. It’s very possible she’s overestimating herself. Dealing with a magical maniac in Paris is one thing, but Joker isn’t just some random psychopath. He’s her biological father, and we know he’s mastered the fake charm and gentle tone game. He could be her Kryptonite, and she just doesn’t know it.”
Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. Damian didn’t have anything to say, but the way he glared at the ground in deep thought said enough about what he thought about the situation. They all wanted to trust Marinette, especially with the amount of research they had done so far and the heavy suspicions they were all forming about her and Adrien. But their experiences with her so far were not filling them with confidence when it came to her mental safety from Joker.
“Our objective is to keep her and Joker from ever meeting,” Damian finally decided to add his input. “As long as we do our job, we will not have to worry about her mental defenses.”
Everyone nodded, but even Damian knew that that was easier said than done.
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Upon the news that Selina wouldn’t be in town until the following week, Marinette had decided to sneak Adrien out to meet her mom and Ivy immediately. As in, that same night after dinner with the Waynes. She just didn’t expect for Ivy to nearly drop her watering can, or Harley to gasp and cover her mouth at the sight of both of them side by side. Marinette furrowed her brows, looking over at Adrien. Her pseudo-brother was equally confused, and returned the look with barely hidden panic. Had he done something wrong already? Marinette put a hand on his arm to silently reassure him before turning back to her mother figures.
“Uh. Is something wrong? I mean, we were discreet, and Nightwing followed us from the rooftops the whole time! We were totally safe, we even wore our hoods up like you told us to,” Marinette flicked the hood of her rust-red jacket to make her point. Harley recovered first, taking a shaky breath and shaking her head, blinking away what looked suspiciously like tears.
“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” she took another deep breath, never looking away from them “pictures don’t do it justice..”
Marinette could feel Adrien shuffling in self consciousness beside her. He might be goofy normally, but he was actually very self conscious and insecure. Meeting Marinette’s mom and her mom’s fiancée was a big thing for him, and Marinette could tell that he thought it was going badly and was starting to panic. Her protective instincts flared up at that, making her step in front of him slightly and glare at her mom.
“What? Pictures don’t do what justice, mom? Auntie Ivy? Because all I see is you making my best friend really nervous, which I don’t. Appreciate.”
Harley’s eyes widened, and she quickly flailed her hands in front of her in denial. “No, no, he didn’t do anything wrong! Adrien, darling, we’re not upset or anything. It’s just,”
“When you and Marinette stand side by side like that,” Ivy spoke up softly, her deeper voice like a calming salve on the whole situation. “You really look like siblings. Like Marinette got her father’s hair and mom’s eyes, but with your features…”
Adrien and Marinette’s eyes both widened in realization. It looked like Adrien had Harley’s hair and Joker’s eye color, so when they stood next to each other— Ivy and Harley thought they could have been looking at two of Harley’s children instead of just one. Of course, it wasn’t accurate. Joker’s eyes were darker green and almost toxic looking, Adrien’s were clear and more like spring grass. And his hair was all vivid gold, whereas Harley had to dye her hair to cover up the natural browns in her blonde. But still, his natural hair color was almost a perfect match for Harley’s after she dyed it, and his eyes were close enough that at first glance… he truly looked like Marinette’s brother.
Adrien was the one that teared up, then, giving both former-rogues in front of him a watery smile.
“Well,” he said with a one-shoulder shrug. “I’ll be honest, I’m glad I don’t actually have a supervillain dad, but other than that… I don’t mind being part of the family,” his smile grew a bit lopsided and his eyes threatened to spill over. “I… don’t think I’d be ready to call either of you Mére or anything anytime soon, but…”
“Oh, Sunflower,” Ivy cooed, walking over to pull both kids into a hug. Harley was close behind, using one hand to pat Adrien’s head and the other to try to suffocate them all in her embrace. “You don’t have to call us Mom or anything,” Ivy continued. “You can call me Ivy, or Pam. And The koala you can just call Harley.”
“Yup!” Harley didn’t even bother arguing with Ivy calling her a koala. “Whateva you like, hon! You’re one of us now. Hope ya don’t regret it later, cuz there’s no takesies-backsies!”
Adrien chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Nah. More family is good. So! What are we doing today?”
“Wellll,” Harley drawled. “I have a few chores to finish up—“
“This late?” Marinette interrupted, frowning. Her mother gave a sheepish little laugh, rubbing the back of her head.
“Yeah, I got distracted earlier. ‘Sides, you know me and Pam-a-lamb keep late nights. And some of my chores gotta be done after sun-down anyways.”
“Like what?” Adrien asked curiously, tilting his head. Harley paused, internally cooing at how adorable he looked when he did that, before catching herself and actually paying attention to his question. Once it sunk in exactly what he had asked, a new fire came to Harley’s eyes and a wide, very excited, smile spread over her face.
“Great question, my little Goldilocks!” She reached behind her, to the same little side table where Marinette had ditched the Cupcake of Sugary Death last time she had visited. Harley grabbed something that had been resting on that table, and brandished it in front of her like a trophy. “Today is feeding day for Joe!”
The object she was brandishing was a large grabber, with a handle that could be squeezed to make the opposite end (which had the metal covered in rubber) grip onto something. Adrien was thoroughly confused, blinking at the object blindly. But Marinette, on the other hand, perked up with a beaming smile.
“Oh yeah! I haven’t met Joe in person yet!” She turned to Adrien. “Momma promised Batman a couple years ago that she’d pick up some hobbies so that she didn’t go out and get into trouble so often,” she started to explain. Ivy laughed softly, clearly amused at this turn in the conversation. She briefly glanced at the kids before looking back over at her fiancé, who now began to turn and march over to a freezer chest that was set off in a corner. Throwing off a few random objects that had been placed on the freezer’s lid, she opened it and began to rifle through as Ivy elaborated.
“Of course, Harls doesn’t like most normal hobbies. So it was only natural that she turned to collecting pets,” the redhead explained, walking a few steps away to stroke the leaves of a particularly large plant that was potted nearby. “Thankfully Bruce— Bruce Wayne— helps us afford this place. Otherwise, we’d never have enough space for both of our babies, my plants and Harley’s animals,” after petting the plant a little and giving it an adoring little grin she turned back to the children. “Harley is very good at taking care of all of them, though. Bud and Lou are her Hyenas, they’re in out room right now so don’t worry,” she was quick to reassure her she saw Adrien instinctually tense a little. “Joe is—“
“I was gonna name him Jörmungandr, because mythology! But that’s a mouthful and I never know how to pronounce it, so I named him Joe instead! Joe is a cool name anyway,” Harley butted back into the discussion, hiding something behind her back with one hand, her other hand still holding the grabber. Her face got almost comically serious as she stepped forward and looked straight into Adrien’s eyes. She even bent down a little so their heights were more even. “Are you squeamish?”
Adrien and Marinette shared a look, then. Instantly they both thought back to the myriad of disturbing and gore-filled scenes they had had to react to as heroes back in Paris. Understanding passed between the two teenagers without so much as a word needing to be said, and Adrien turned back to Harley with a shrug. “Not really. Why?”
“Joe is a big snake,” she admitted easily. “I got him from—“ her face instantly went sheepish again. “Actually, I probably shouldn’t say. Plausible deniability and all that. But he’s a reticulated python! And he was already a few years old by the time I found ‘im, so he’s huuuuge!” Harley held both arms out to indicate (inaccurately) Joe’s size. In doing so, however, she accidentally revealed what she held in the hand that had been behind her back. A large, frozen, hare.
Adrien went pale at the sight of the animal, turning away to face Marinette. She winced a bit in sympathy, pulling her pseudo-brother into a one-armed hug. “It’s alright,” she whispered in French. She knew by the slightly spacy, distant look in his eyes that he had been caught off guard, and he wasn’t reliving scenes of an actual animal in his memories right then. No, she knew only one memory that seeing a dead hare could lead him to flash back to. She kept gently cooing to Adrien, who sank into her embrace as he did his best to control his breathing. Marinette briefly made eye contact with her mom, grimacing a little.
“It just caught him off guard,” Marinette assured her gently. “Maybe next time tell him what you’re feeding your animals if it’s… you know, not canned food or something?”
Harley nodded without complaint, concern the only thing on her face as she silently stood back and watched her daughter comfort her closest friend. “I’ll be right back, I need to get this in water to start defrosting,” Harley whispered. “Pam will stay here with you, right Pammy?” Ivy just nodded quietly, silently observing the teens with a gentle gaze. “You two need anything?”
Marinette glanced from her mom back to Adrien, who had mostly regained composure and was just focusing on steadying his breathing and focusing on the fabric of Marinette’s hoodie.
“I think we’re good for now. Maybe we can just get comfy blankets and settle in for a movie after you get back?”
Harley nodded. “Of course. You know what movies we have, Mari. You two can decide what you want to see,” with that, Harley just cast one more lingering glance at the two teenagers before hesitantly backing into the kitchen and setting up the hare to defrost in a bucket of water.
Later, when Harley’s phone alarm went off halfway through Lilo and Stitch, Adrien reached over the older woman’s body to grab the remote (it only took a few minutes of all four of them huddled in a cuddle pile of blankets and pillows for it to sink in that only Ivy had a personal bubble that could be popped. And she was currently letting Marinette cuddle into her on the opposite side of the pile) and paused the TV.
“Umm, Harley?”
Harley, who had merely observed the blond boy with fond amusement from the moment he boldly just reached across her like they had known each other their whole lives, tilted her head slightly. “Yeah, sugar?”
“Uh,” Adrien fidgeted a little, slightly self conscious again. “That was your alarm to feed Joe, right?”
“Yupparoni and cheese!”
Adrien snorted, then continued tentatively; “Can I still watch you feed him? I don’t mind snakes. They’re actually kinda cool.”
Harley’s face lit up for a second before she remembered his reaction earlier, and her expression immediately sobered. “Are you sure?”
“yea! Yeah,” Adrien nodded. “It’s just— well, Mari and I have a friend. Alix. And we just, it’s a bit of an inside joke, we refer to her as a rabbit sometimes. And a couple weeks ago… there was an accident— Alix is fine now! It’s just…”
“I get it, honey,” Harley gently assured him, covering his hand with his own and smiling. “And if ya ever need someone to talk to about that kinda thing, my office is always open! Ya know, metaphorically since those dummies won’t give me back my medical license.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine, really! And Mari helps out a lot anyway. It just caught me off guard, is all. But now I’m better, and ready, and I wanna see Joe!”
Harley spent another moment just looking over Adrien, keeping eye contact as she searched for something. Seemingly finding it, she smiled widely and bounced up into a heroic pose. “Not a problemo! Everyone who wants to join the Adventure Squad, got your tooshies up and let’s go feed a snake!”
Marinette gave a little whoop of excitement, yelling a ‘sorry, Auntie Ivy!’ Behind her as all three of them excitedly ran out to feed a python.
Pamela just watched them all run off with a chuckle, glancing over at the large plant that was in a corner behind the Snuggle Pile on the ground.
“What do you think of our new little family, Frank?”
“I think you need a new definition for ‘little’,” the sassy giant, mutated flytrap snapped back. Ivy rolled her eyes. “You got two kids now, two hyenas, a snake, a monitor lizard, and me! With you and Blondie, that’s nine of us. We’re a big ass family, Ive!”
“Yeah yeah,” Ivy waves a hand dismissively. “You know what I meant, though. What do you think of them?”
“Hmph,” Frank crossed his vine-arms. “They’re sweethearts, duh. But I still don’t know why we couldn’t have watched Little House of Horrors instead.”
“Because Adrien still doesn’t know you’re sentient,” Ivy reminded him. “Kid’s already had a panic attack today. We’ll introduce you next time, and then we can watch whatever movie you want. Deal?”
Frank sighed, letting his vines drop back down. “Yeahhh, that’s fine. I guess.”
Ivy’s smile grew a bit, and she raised an eyebrow. “Alright, you angsty little teen. Might wanna change that count of yours to three kids, if you’re gonna act like that,” she teased.
“I’m only, like, eight years old anyway. Sign me up, does this mean I get spoiled rotten? Gimme the good food, momma Ivy!”
“Only if you never call me that again,” Ivy pointed at him, only half-serious. She was gonna say something else, but a bunch of triumphant cheering from the next room over interrupted her. It seems Joe’s feeding day went smoothly.
“Oh yeah, before I forget,” Frank held up a vine to get Ivy’s attention again. She looked back at him again from her spot on the ground. “I’m sure you’d have noticed it eventually, but the flowers n’ other plants are scared to death of Adrien. Me and the other carnivorous plants don’t know why, he feels just fine to all of us, but those pansies— literal and figurative— don’t want him anywhere near them.”
Ivy’s eyebrows furrowed. That was odd. If anything, carnivorous plants were usually pickier about the people they liked than the normal flowers and trees.
“Marinette did mention that Adrien loves plants, but can’t garden for the life of him,” she mused, deep in thought. “Hmm. I’ll keep an eye on the situation, Frank, thanks for telling me. We already know Marigold is hiding stuff from us, especially about why metas are so heavily restricted when it comes to getting access into Paris. And she’s Harley’s kid. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’re keeping more secrets from us.”
Frank just hummed. The fact that he didn’t verbally respond clued Ivy in to the fact that everyone must have been heading back, so she settled back in to her own little pile of pillows. She smiled when the three came back in, but Ivy had a lot on her mind as the movie was resumed.
What about Adrien could possibly terrify every plant except the normally standoffish carnivores? Thinking back on it, the pitcher plants in the kitchen actually seemed to like him a lot. Pitcher plants were chaotic little acid sacs that didn’t like very many people at all.
Ivy glanced over at the blond teen while everyone was focused on the television. What were he and Marinette hiding?
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A/N: As you can probably tell, Ivy and Harley in this story is a mix of different canons with a little original stuff mixed in. I don’t know if Harley ever has a pet snake in canon, part of me feels like someone once said she did but I can’t find any evidence of that on my own. So I just gave her a snake anyway, and just consider him and the monitor I briefly mentioned as pet OCs. My take on Ivy here is a mixture of what I remember from a few comics, the Harley Quinn tv show, and (mostly) the Batman Animated series. My version of Harley is also the same mix. Hope you guys like it so far!
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Of Love and Sunlight - Part 01
I’m cleaning my maribat folder, so have another thing I wrote and never got around to post. There will be three parts, but the last one hasn’t been written yet, so you’ll get it eventually.
Hope you all like it!
Tittles are adapted from Sunlight by Hozier, because I love this song and I didn’t have any idea how to name this series.
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, English is not my first language. I hope it’s still intelligible.
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A buried and burning flame
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Marinette meets Damian first.
She’s been apprenticing under Audrey Bourgeois for a couple years when she finally gets around to take a business class. She’s determined to build her own fashion business and working under the Style Queen has only reinforced her desire to be in charge of her own brand.
The fashion world is cutthroat, she couldn’t afford to decline Audrey Bourgeois’ apprenticeship offer, but she has had enough of the Bourgeois to last her a lifetime. And now that Chloe has graduated, she’s more often than not in New York with her mom and dealing with two Bourgeois in one day is more than Marinette is willing to do. She endures for now, but the moment she can, she’s running away and never looking back.
It may happen sooner than she had planned actually, because her customer base has been growing steadily since she was fifteen thanks to Jagged and apprenticing under Audrey has made the quality of her work increased exponentially. Even when the apprenticeship ends, Marinette won’t be left adrift. She has commissions planned for the next few months and her portfolio has never look so perfect.
The only thing she really needs now is a solid plan to build her business into a proper fashion house. She wants to see MDC amongst the Big Names of Fashion. So, a business course, no matter how boring it may seem, is what she needs.
Marinette doesn’t realize who she’s sitting next to until two girls cornered her just as she’s about to sit down, a month into the course.
“Aren’t you tired of keeping him for yourself? He’s obviously not interested!” The blond one sneers.
Marinette blinks up at her, distracted from the flower design she was slowly mapping for her next dress. The blond reminds her far too much of Chloe and Marinette already feels a headache building.
“Who?” She asks, nonetheless.
“Damian Wayne!” The brunette hisses, sounding almost scandalized that Marinette has to ask.
Marinette blinks again. She’s going to have to disappoint the poor girl again, because she has absolutely no clue who they’re talking about.
“Who?” She repeats.
“Me,” someone says from behind the two girls, making them jump in surprise before they swirl around with a look close to horror.
“Be gone,” he says in such a cold voice that Marinette almost feels bad for the girls. Almost. All her patience is spent dealing with Chloe and Audrey, she has none left for Chloe wannabes.
The two girls disappeared to the other side of the amphitheater without another backward glance.
The young man with exquisite bone structure, warm brown skin and green eyes who just talked, takes the seat next to her looking quite bored with the whole drama.
Marinette had noticed that he was beautiful weeks ago and that she wouldn’t mind dressing him up if ever given the chance, but again, she had far too much going in her life to really take the time to ogle her table neighbor.
“You’re famous?” She blurts out. She can see it, he’s the kind of handsome that people love to see on tabloid covers. With broad shoulders, a slim waist, and legs for days, he’s the kind of man Marinette wishes she could afford to model for her. She unfortunately doesn’t quite have the means for a professional photo shoot yet.
“Of a sort,” Damian answers coolly. He hesitates a second, before continuing. “My father is Bruce Wayne.”
It takes Marinette a minute to place it.
“Oh right! From Wayne Enterprise, in Gotham, right?” She smiles and offers her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.”
“Charmed,” he replies, shaking her hand firmly, before purposefully turning to face the front of the class and ignoring her.
Marinette internally shrugs. If he doesn’t want to be friend, she’s not going to force the issue. She has already enough famous people to deal with. She doesn’t need to add another one who is not even interested.
Opening her sketch pad to a new page, she goes back to mapping the flower design she was imagining before she was interrupted.
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In the following weeks, Marinette realizes that she may have been wrong about her assessment of Damian Wayne.
Once she has proven she isn’t going to schmooze up to him, she’s apparently been placed in the category of friendly acquaintances. In no time at all, he knows she’s taking the business course in order to build her own fashion empire, that she’s apprenticing under the Style Queen and that she personally knows plenty of famous people like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, or even Prince Ali of Achu, and she’s not counting all the other celebrities she had never met but who have commissioned her through Jagged, so Bruce Wayne’s son isn’t all that impressive to her.
The fact that she hadn’t recognized him seems to both pleased him and disgruntled him in equal measures.
But for all the things Damian has managed to weaseled out of her, she still doesn’t know him all that much, so she takes the initiative to invite him out.
“Uncle J is playing the Madison Square Garden in two weeks and asked me how many tickets I wanted, do you want to come?”
Damian actually looks surprise at her invitation.
“I am already romantically involved with someone,” he tells her a bit stiffly, his eyes burning into her own and daring her to say anything about it. Too bad for him, Marinette has faced far scarier things than her classmate.
“I’d love to meet them! Should I ask Jagged for three tickets?” She asks with a bright smile.
Damian visibly deflates at her question, before nodding.
“Yes, please, Marinette. Jon will probably cry if he learns I let go of the opportunity to attend a Jagged Stone concert.”
“Great!” She exclaims, taking out her phone to text her honorary uncle. “So, his name is Jon? How long have you two been together?”
“Two years. But I’ve known him since we were eleven.”
Marinette has to bite her bottom lip to resist the urge to coo. Damian wouldn’t like that. At all.
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Jon, when Marinette meets him the day of the concert, is nothing like she imagined. He reminds her an overexcited puppy who is so sweet and in love with Damian, it’s enough to give her cavities. Damian, on the other hand, has never looked so soft than when he’s holding hand with his boyfriend.
By the end of the concert, Marinette has both Jon’s and Damian’s phone numbers added to her small list of contacts and Jon has invited her to join the both of them on their expedition to try all the restaurants in New York. Yes, all the restaurants of New York City.
But even though Marinette is going to end up third-wheeling their dates, she can’t find the strength to say no. She doesn’t really have friends in New York, and she misses that. Even Damian, looking soft and warm, tells her he’d like if she’d come, and really what can she do but accept?
#yume writes#maribat#marinette dupain cheng#marinette x damian#Marinette x Jon#Daminette#MariJon#DamiMariJon#Pre-relationship#Of Love and Sunlight#Part 01#ML x DC
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Omg, i just had to leave an ask!! Trick or treat prompt with Daminette? Maybe something in the future of For us to collide, or that Addams Au that you talked about in the tags of the last ask i send?? 😍❤❤❤
In the spirit of the season, behold: The Wayne Family
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Marinette takes to his family like liver failure on a drunk, just as he’d known she would. She’s too different, too odd, and too much like them for her to have done anything else.
Titus adores her and so does Alfred the Cat, who is notorious in his hatred of everything. Goliath tries to bite her arm off the moment he sees her, and Marinette dodges with that otherworld grace and declares the dragon bat her favorite on the spot.
His brothers love to torture and spoil her in equal measures, and his dearest starling gives back as good as she gets. The first time she draws first blood during one of her and Drake’s knife games, Alfred cooks a feast in celebration.
Cassandra teaches her to walk through shadows and Todd gifts her with knives and guns and bombs of every kind (sometimes, the timers are even ticking, and they all have a blast playing hot potato before Alfred scolds them for destroying the drawing room again).
Alfred is particularly joyful about Marinette’s arrival in the manor. He’s ecstatic at finally having a pupil to who he can pass on his vast knowledge of poisons and clever subterfuge to. None of the rest of them ever had a knack for it, but Marinette adores their lessons, and gleefully tests them all out on Grayson and Father every chance she gets, much to Damian’s own amusement.
Damian watches, sharp and delighted, as Marinette seems to unfurl before them all.
She’s smart and quick and adapts faster than he could have ever hoped. It’s almost like she was lying in wait for them all these years, dark and strange and lovely and just waiting for the moment she could let go.
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pre-daminette
gaming au
*On call*
[Damian has her on speaker.]
Mari: Damian wth! It’s not that hard to kill someone!
Bruce: [At the door.] ..It’s time for dinner?
#ao3#maribat#reading#mlb x dc#miraculous ladybug#daminette#maridami#cute#marinette x damian#ml#marinette dupain cheng#gaming#L damian in gaming
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Damian Wayne
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain
Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Pre-Relationship, Comfort, Fluff, Daminette, Domestic, kids being kids, mgi gift exchange, MGI 1 year anniversary
Summary:
Taila al Ghul had a habit of dropping her son off at the Dupain-Cheng household whenever she was sent on a mission deemed too dangerous for underaged assassins.
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Maribat Fic Masterlist!
One Shots
Focus on Me (Dickinette)
Rooftop Rendezvous (Timari)
Alleyway Altercation (NSFW) (Timari)
Downtown Detour (Timari)
Picture Perfect (Timari)
Scars [Only on AO3] (NSFW) (Jasonette)
{more under the cut}
MGI Trope Tussle- Team Enemies to lovers
Cut You Down to Size (Damigami)
Do You Believe in Magic? (Wallynette)
Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century (Daminette)
Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth (Dickinette)
Business (Mis)Management (Timari)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k21
Too Good To Be True [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Jasonette)
We’ve Got Work To Do [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Pre-Marijon)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k22
Do You Like Girls? [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Stephmari)
Last Minute Decision [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Dickinette)
Jasonette July 2021
Purple Lilacs- Hurt no Comfort prompt
MGI 1st Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
The Smell of Dawn [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/mar16a7
MGI 3rd Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
Bursting At The Seams [Only on AO3] (Konmari) for @/kvntparson
MGI Secret Santa Gift Exchange
Taste the Rain [Only on AO3] (Brucinette) for @/fangirling-101
I Know You’re Batman [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/jinx-jade
Welcome to the Family- Bio Dad!Bruce Wayne Month 2021
First Impressions- Meeting for the First Time
First Friend- Family/Friends
Just Some Guy- Identities
Why Now?- Bonding
Of Mice and Men- Stories/Memories
Destiny at Your Door- Overprotection
Good Intentions- Gifts
Hi, Hungry. I’m Dad!- Pranks/Dad jokes
Under The Red Mask- Discovery
Everything Will Be Fine- Baking (substitute)
Brotherly Intervention- Sibling Bonding
Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Day Off- Fashion Show (substitute)
Destinies Are Upon Us- Death
Baby Bat (Interlude)- De-aged AU
By Any Other Name- Last Name: Wayne
Call of the Wild- The ‘Talk’ (substitute)
Unfettered by Desire- Pets (substitute)
He Who Laughs Last- Heroes/Villains
A Matter of Formality- Wayne Gala
Crisis Averted- Meeting the Justice League
Growing Pains- Father’s Day
The Strange Case Of...- Library/Books
Silent Night- Take you kid to work (substitute)
MGI Mixer 2k22
Little Death: Jason- Phantoms [See PotF in On-Going]
On-going Fics
- “How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoir By One Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Daminette) [9 Chapters]
- Dream Of Me [Only on AO3] (Daminette) [1 Chapter]
- Memory Crystallization [Only on AO3] (Found? Family) {inspired by this oneshot by @/jumpingjoy82} [2 Chapters]
- Suffer the Consequence [Only on AO3] (Healing? but also unmitigated violence) [4 Chapters]
- Pleasures of the Flesh [Only on AO3] (Pairing TBD) [5 Chapters]
AO3 Profile
#maribat#daminette#dickinette#timari#timinette#hdath#jasonette#do you know how long ive been telling myself i was gonna do this?#am i forgetting anything this time?#ml x dc#damigami#marijon#wallynette#mgi- server event#maribat!biodadbrucewayne2021#maribat!biodadbruce#sibling!jasonette#sibling!daminette#sibling!stephmaricass#sibling!dickinette#brucinette#stephmari#konmari
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Masterlist
My AO3: buna (Last update: 18/5/2021)
Writings
AU where Jasonette are soulmates who share the pain when one is hurt
Jasonette fluff where Marinette just wants to sleep
AU where your soulmate’s injuries show up as color splotches on your skin with implied Jasonette
Dickinette where Marinette wants a cat and Dick has a cat ears headband
Timinette where Tim ran into magic things and got turned into a catboy
Stephinette where Marinette is wounded and Steph subs in for her
Fluffy Jasonette in a domestic afternoon
Fluffy Jasonette in the early morning
Jasonette where Jason meets Marinette’s friends
Stephinette where Spoiler is sent to Paris and finds out she’s not exactly as straight as she thought
Stargazing with Daminette fluff
Spooning Jasonette
late blooming (Daminette) - AO3
Stephinette where Marinette failed a class
Jasonette with Jason and a collar a.k.a suggestive BDSM Jasonette with impled smut - AO3
kaleidoscope (Maribat/Touken Ranbu AU) - AO3
Timiette vampire!AU
reluctant soulmates - AO3
meander - AO3
midnight visit - AO3
Askbox writing
AU where Sabine being from the League and Marinette knew Damian and Jason and Cass from before
Marinette as co-den mother for Young Justice
Thief!Marinette interacting with Duke
Timinette fluff with sleep deprivation and coffee
DamiMariJon where they knew each other from before [1] [2] [3]
Talinette and family dinner (if your ex-slash-father-of-your-son counts as family)
Jasonette lost on roadtrip
Send-a-word-and-a-pairing drabbles
Soft - Cassinette
Braid - Cassinette
Wanderlust - Dickinette
Dynamite - Dukette
Space - Konette
Pressure - Kalnette
Whisper - Cassinette
Home - Jasonette
Reputation - Talianette
Helpless - Timinette
Illuminate - Dukette
Dazzle - Dickinette
Drowning - Garmari
Gorgeous - Jasonette
Realization - Pre-Sladenette (or Sladickinette if you go that route)
Romantic - Timinette
Drive - Jasonette
Wild - Garmari
Grotto - Kalnette
June of Flower Fluff 2020
Jasonette and hot chocolate ( June of Flower Fluff - Black Byron)
Sunday morning with Jasonette (June of Flower Fluff - Holly)
The news caught onto Jasonette (June of Flower Fluff - Delphinium)
Jasonette and a radio (June of Flower Fluff - Viscaria)
Books and Jasonette (June of Flower Fluff - Peonies)
Jasonette July 2020
behind the raven’s closed eyes (Jasonette July 2020 - Children) - AO3
mercury (Jasonette July 2020 - Villain AU) - AO3
Maribat Platonic November 2020
on fluttering wings (Maribat Platonic November - Butterfly) - AO3
in another life (Maribat Platonic November - Timeline) - AO3
picking up lost kitties (Maribat Platonic November - Surprise) - AO3
the trend game (Maribat Platonic November - Public) - AO3
green haze (Maribat Platonic November - Cure) - AO3
on-going payment (Maribat Platonic November - Cheat) - AO3
hide and seek (Maribat Platonic November - Hiding) - AO3
the eye of the storm (Maribat Platonic November - Park) - AO3
spring flora (Maribat Platonic November - Poison Ivy) - AO3
sky map (Maribat Platonic November - Stars) - AO3
do-it-yourself magic (Maribat Platonic November - Store) - AO3
cracking (Maribat Platonic November - Scuffle) - AO3
where books go (Maribat Platonic November - Book) - AO3
tiny shivering birds (Maribat Platonic November - Sick) - AO3
Timari Month 2021
familiar surprise (Timari Month 2021 - Undercover) - AO3 (SMUT)
at first glance (Timari Month 2021 - Soulmate AU) - AO3
Dickinette February 2021
iridescent shimmer (Dickinette February 2021 - Potion) - AO3
night terrors (Dickinette February 2021 - Fall) - AO3
puppy pile (Dickinette February 2021 - Pet) - AO3
Maribat March 2021
morning after (Maribat March 2021 - Warmth) - AO3
in the corner of the eyes (Maribat March 2021 - Second Chance) - AO3
to choose (Maribat March 2021 - Not Soulmates) - AO3
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No Point In Lying
I should’ve been working on WIPs...oops...
Note: This is pre-daminette...and while Damian does not appear, I’m still tagging this as Maribat as it part of a Maribat au...
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Tags: @theatreandcomicfreak @genshin-and-fanfics-are-my-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan @vixen-uchiha @nathleigh
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AO3
Lila pinched her skin as she stood outside the classroom room, waiting for her new teacher Mlle Bustier to introduce her.
She always hated introducing herself. What was the point of it when all the friends she would end up making will forget about her months later? They always promised to keep in touch and yet, they never do.
Thanks to her mother being a diplomat, Lila always found herself changing school every school year and while travel stories always captured people’s attention, it was only temporary. When she would run out of stories to tell, one by one, they would leave, disappointed in knowing that Lila had nothing else to offer.
A temporary entertainment in their eyes…
Looking at her reddened wrist covered in nail marks, Lila let out a long heavy sigh when she heard someone climbing up the stairs.
Quickly turning, Lila was surprised to see a student running up the stairs, the boy dashing straight towards her!
“Watch out!”
Lila quickly stepped to the side, watching as the boy skidded towards the door, only to fall face flat onto the ground. Panicking, Lila helped him out, watching as the boy towered her by a whole foot. “Thank you! Can’t believe I was almost late for- say.” The boy looked at her from top to bottom.
Lila watched as he was about to grab her hair, only to stop. “May I?” While Lila would never let anyone touch her hair, she somehow found herself saying yes. “Thanks.”
She felt as he ruffled her bangs a bit, remaining still as she let the boy fix her hair, feeling as he gently pushed strands of hairs away from her face and placed back the silver hairband she had chosen to wear that day. “And finished.” The boy proudly announced, taking out his phone and showing Lila her reflection using the front camera. “Your hairband was a bit out of place and I-”
“Thank you.” Lila cut off, giving the boy back his phone. “I didn’t think much about-” The boy let out a small gasp.
“You can’t just not worry about your hair! It looks very pretty and that shine! You already take lots of good care for it already! But doing these small-”
“I see you’ve met out new student Marcel.” Mlle Bustier interrupted, “and you’re late...again,” causing Marcel to let out a nervous laugh.
“Apologies, Mlle Bustier. I’ll try not to be late.” Marcel gave a small bow, heading into the classroom, Lila following him as he sat in the front of the classroom, next to a boy with glasses.
“That’s Marcel Dupain-Cheng.” Mlle Bustier snapped Lila from her trance, Lila feeling the tips of her ears burning. “He’s the class president. During lunch today, he’ll be showing you around the school. But for now, let’s head inside. It’s time for you to introduce yourself to the rest of the class.”
Lila could only nod, feeling her stomach jitter for the first time in ages.
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Before she could even approach Marcel to ask him about the tour around the school, Lila was ambushed by her fellow classmates, one in particular shoving a phone in her face.
“Hi! I’m Alya! I was wondering if you would be willing to say- hey Marcel! I’m- hey!” Lila watched as Marcel frowned as he took Alya’s phone and raised it above his head, Lila watching as Alya struggled to take it back.
“Alya, we already talked about this. Ask people before recording them.” Marcel pocketed the phone. “You won’t be getting it until you apologize to Lila.” After an apology, Alya got her phone back and put it away. Just as she was about to ask Lila about her travels, Marcel grabbed Lila by her wrist and dragged her outside the classroom, Lila wondering what exactly was happening.
“Marcel...I don’t think she’s following us.” Lila spoke up, watching as Marcel got flustered, instantly, but clumsily, letting go of her.
“S-Sorry about that! It’s just that I know how energetic Alya can get when she gets like that and thought that-”
“Thank you.” Lila smiled, clasping her hands behind her back. “Really. Thank you.” Smiling, Marcel returned the smile, quickly going onto the promised tour, Lila absorbing his every word.
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Just a month into school and Lila already fitted in with the rest of the class, already having a best friend in the form of Alya. Even after running out of stories to tell them, Lila found herself invited to every girl’s outing, after school events, club meetings and evern shopping out on weekends.
Today, the girls were out having a picnic, trying to catch Lila up on the different events that happened in the school year so far.
“-but of course! We only had one guy who was willing to go with our ridiculous plan.” Alya retold, looking at all the girls before signaling them.
“Marcel!” The girls said in unison, Lila watching as Mylene, Alix and Alya laughed while Rose and Juleka simply smiled at the memory.
“He’s just like Ivan.” Mylene added, a soft smile on her face. “He may look intimidating at first, but the moment he speaks, you can tell he’s a big softie!”
“Doesn’t help that he’s so tall.” Alix raised her hands above her head. “Guy’s a giant!”
“You’re just jealous because he’s so tall.” Alya poked.
“Have you seen his dad?” Alix almost screamed, honestly wondering if anyone has seen Marcel’s father, or was she the only one?
“I remember when I first met him,” Juleka spoke up, making Lila jump. Can you blame her though? This was the first time she’s ever heard her talk! “I was busy helping tune my brother’s guitars, sitting on the Liberty’s deck when I saw him, staring back at me. One minute he was on the grass and the next, on the Liberty’s deck, asking me to model for him.”
Now that was surprising.
“Wait, is that how he actually asked you to model for you?” Alix screeched before going into a laughing fit, Lila watching as the others soon joined in, leaving Lila confused.
“Oh,” a snort. “That’s right! How did we forget to tell you!” Alya managed to say, gesturing Rose to fill in Lila while she continued to laugh.
“Marcel runs his own fashion line: MDC! He designs and sews all of the clothing, hats, bags and accessories in his fashion line. Juleka,” Rose gestured to her blushing girlfriend, “is Marcel’s main model.”
“Main model?” Lila asks, looking at the rest of the girls. “Do you guys help model for him too?”
“Sometimes.” Mylene shyly states. “But he mainly asks Juleka, Aurore and Rose to model for him. Aurore is another girl in the school!” She quickly adds when she saw Lila panic.
“Oh? What’s this?” Alya smirked, Lila feeling a shiver down her spine. “Could Lila...have a crush on Marcel?”
“W-What?! NO! No!” lila squeaked, knowing her face contradicted her feelings. “I barely speak to him! How would I have a crush on him when the only time I speak to him is during class and that’s it?”
Apparently that wasn’t convincing enough, Alya wrapping an arm around Lila, a cheshire smile plastered onto her face.
“Oh Lila, you can’t fool us that easily. Not that you should be shy about it. Almost everyone in the class has had a crush on the designer.” Alya confessed, Lila watching as Mylene looked away while Rose hid her face into her hands.
“Had?” Lila dared to ask. “Does-”
“Yup.” Alix quickly answered, a grin plastered on her face. “Nathaniel, Chloe and Sabrina? They’ve fallen victim to Marcel’s spell. Oh! But of course, Chloe would never admit to falling in love with the baker’s son.” Alix quickly wrapped up, noticing Lila’s pale face. Uh-oh. “W-Well, despite-”
“Despite there being many people who’ve had a crush on Marcel,” Alya picked up, hitting Alix’s shoulder, “Marcel never showed any interest in them, something about none of them appealing to him. No offense!” Alya quickly said as she looked at Mylene and Rose. “And to be quite honest, I think you have a good chance of getting Marcel’s attention.”
“What?” Lila squeaked, feeling her cheeks burn.
“You’re literally the first person Marcel has ever went “designer mode” the minute he laid eyes on you.” Alix clarified. “Never done it to anyone else but you.” Alya squealed.
“If you do capture Marcel’s attention- imagine it! The two of you would be the cutest couple in school! No! In all of Paris! You and Marcel, posing together-”
Lila let out a screech, feeling her face on fire as she buried it into her hands.
“No way, now way, no way!” Lila denied. “Marcel’s just someone who I admire! He’s the first person I met who welcomed me to Dupont, so of course I’m going to-”
“Alright, alright.” Alya sighed, patting Lila’s shoulder. “So you don’t have a crush on Marcel...so that means you’ll be alright with him getting your measurements and being face-to-face with him, right?” Lila’s head snapped up.
“What?” Alya showed Lila her phone, Lila reading the message.
“Marcel needs a model right now since Aurore might not make it to his photo shoot in an hour, so of course, I told him you’re okay with filling in for her.” Lila sputtered to come up with an answer, only being able to watch as the girls dragged her to Marcel’s studio…
Or rather bedroom.
There he was, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of sweats, his toned arms exposed. Did he work out?
Trying to not gulp loudly, Lila could hear the snickering and whispers of good luck as the girls left them alone, Marcel giving Lila an apologetic smile.
“Sorry for making you-”
“No!” Lila accidentally squeaked out. “Help being fine- mean.” She cleared her throat, hoping her heart would stop beating so loudly in her ears. “I’m glad to be able to help a friend out.” Lila answered, hoping she didn’t cross a line by claiming Marcel to be her friend.
Judging by Marcel’s smile, she didn’t cross it, causing her heart to flutter.
“Thanks Lila, you’re truly a life saver! Now all that I need to do is-” Lila simply smiled and nodded, her breath hitching when Marcel’s fingers grazed her shoulder as he started to take her measurements.
Being so close to him, she could smell the sweet aroma of bread, a small hint of-
Oh no…
There was no hiding it anymore, no point in lying about it, because...they were right...Marcel wasn’t just a friend…
He definitely was a crush...and a huge one at that.
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Miraculous: Metropolis
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by Kimviolin8
This fanfiction is a rewrite of the New York Special. Instead of going to New York, the miraculous class head to Metropolis. The Batfamily watch over our heroes class as they enjoy their trip to Metropolis.
The reverse harem aspects don't show up until briefly in the 3rd chapter and discussed a bit in the 4th. I didn't originally plan to lead this story there, but it ended up flowing that way, so why choose a love interest when you can have three? The romance primarily follows Adrien and Marinette like it does in the movie. This sets them up for a relationship, but a relationship is not official at the end of this story. I may continue this as a series if it gets a lot of kudos and comments.
Words: 4463, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Super Sons (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Superboy (DCU), Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Red Tornado, Justice League (DCU), Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne/Adrien Agreste |Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, why choose?, Reverse Harem, Pre-Relationship, TV Special: Miraculous World: New York, Metropolis (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Daminette, marijon, Identity Reveal, Pre-Slash, Miraculous Ladybug Rewrite, Meet-Cute
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I'm not entirely sure that your taking requests (I'm only 68% sure) but if you are can you try doing a daminette fiction based on the song Karma (cover by CMKC) with some class salt? (Maybe even some sibling jasonette or some daminette (or maybe even both...?😏) if you can) Btw I love your writing! 💜 (And before I forget thx for doing my requests, the previous ones and hopefully future ones 💜)
Note: This fics original idea had Marinette being akumatized into KARMA, yeah that didn’t happen when I was writing this one.
I've lost my mind
The skies are crashing around me
I'm left behind
Smoke obscures all that I can see
“Oh, look, honey, our daughter made her first dress. Get the camera.”
A doll sits on the windowsill overlooking the growing garden on the deck. The doll has blue straw-like hair, bright blue color buttons for eyes, and a black stitched smile.
“Get out! You’re nothing but a pest. How could I care for such a child when you couldn’t do the one thing you brought into this world for.”
The doll no longer sits on the windowsill, but now lays on in wastebasket. No longer did the doll possess the bright stitch smile. Instead, the face lays bare without a stitch in sight.
“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? What’s your name?”
“K-ka-karma…”
A small blue jay flutters its wings.
“I’m Jason. I’ll protect you for now on.”
The blue jay chirps.
A bullet sounds off. A small pull of blood surrounds the bird.
“No!” A thunderous boom goes off in the distance. Multiple sirens join the assembly of loud music. A young pre-teen holds the girl close to his chest, blood oozing out of her chest. A hand touches his shoulder. He shakes it off. Never letting go of her.
Beep…Beep…the heart monitor comes to life slowly. Waiting for the young child to test its system. There is no movement. Then there is silence.
A dark-haired, blue eye teen, stares into the mirror. Her eyes showing no emotions as her body is littered with markings ranging from cuts to words meant to demean a person.
“Marinette! How could you take credit for Lila’s design?”
The mirror cracks slightly.
“You have to be an example, Marinette. Your peers look up to you.”
Another crack.
“Marinette how you be mean to that poor girl at your school?”
Another crack.
“I thought you were our everyday Ladybug.”
The mirror shatters. All that is left is darkness.
Marinette stares frozen in place. The gloss in her eyes fading away as the glass falls to the ground, blood in her hand as fragments of glass pierce her skin.
She gasps unsure what to do. Her hands never close as she stares at them with fear. The blood continues to ooze out. The room does dark. A thump.
Her frail arms wrap around her legs tightly. She doesn’t move.
When she comes to, it's by the rushing sound of running water. A waterfall, maybe. She looks up and all she can see is white.
“Why did you do it?” A voice pulls her away from the water. Quickly, she turns around but is halted by a pain aching feeling shooting through her body. She lets out a cry.
“I’m I dead?” Her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t even whisper.
“No,” The voice chuckles. The knobs squeal to life. The water stops following, no longer hitting her in the face. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
Her mouth opens but no words come out. She begins to breathe heavily like there was no air entering her lungs.
“How could you push Lila down the stairs? Here’s a taste to what Lila felt.” One moment she was standing top of the stairs getting ready to leave, the next she at the bottom of the platform. Everything was hurting. Then darkness.
Marinette eyes flutter open, there the no hard tile beneath her like earlier but now cotton sheets and a blanket. She could feel her body move, one toe wiggle, two taps against her fingers.
“Jason,” She sits up pulling the blanket closer to her chest. There is no one there.
A wave of sadness washes over her. A glossy shine covers her bluebell eyes.
“Hey, hey, I’m here, Pixie.” The voice was comforting. She curls into herself. His arms wrap around her and pull her close. Whatever happened to her should have never happened.
He looks down, a soft snore escapes her lips. A smile appears on his lips. At least she safe and with him. No longer in that toxic environment.
A phone vibrates. It’s Marinette’s.
Jason unlocks the phone to see a series of messages. None of which are good. The hand holding the phone shakes. He tightens his grip. Slowly the screen begins to crack.
“You’re safe now.” He whispers into her ear. “Your big brother is here to protect you.” The remaining source of light turns off. He stays next to her.
“We are meant for each other M’lady. To halves on the same coin. You belong to me and no one else can have you.” Green eyes haunt her dreams. The cold feeling returns with growing darkness that was all too familiar.
She wakes up screaming. Tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no stopping the waterfall.
Jason runs into the room cursing himself. He knew he should have left but his family needed him for a mission life or death.
“You’re okay, Pixie, no one but you and I are here.” She continues to cry into his chest. He doesn’t mind the dampness he welcomes it. “It was a bad dream, Mari. A really bad dream.” His free hand caresses her hair, calming her down slowly.
“Todd what is the meaning of this.” His little brother asks over the phone. Jason watches as Marinette takes small bits of her food before swirling the remains in her bowl before repeating the process.
“It sounds like you miss me, Demon Spawn.” Jason jokes back, half into the conversation. He keeps his attention on Marinette. “Hold on.” He hangs up before Damian could retort. Marinette had pushed her bowl away from her and picks up the spoon. She looks at her reflection.
“Why would Adrien even spare you a glance. You are ugly, dull, nothing you would do would ever get his attention.”
“Argh.” Something snaps. It was the spoon. Breathing heavily, Marinette staggeringly gets out of her chair.
Jason helps her to the floor. He could see that she wasn’t going to make it far in her current condition.
“Am I not pretty enough.” Jason barely caught her words. He must burry any of the anger he has for those idiots for the sake of his sister.
“You’re magnificent, Pixie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He replies. His phone continues to ring with the familiar ringtone, He ignores it.
“Thank you, Jay-Jay.” Marinette closes her eyes. The ringtone lures her to sleep.
“You’ll never be a real designer, Marinette. One word from him and Gabriel will have you blacklisted from the industry before you even put your name out there.”
“I like to see you try.”
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer, has been blacklisted on the bases of copying designers for her work.”
“I told you, Dupain-Cheng, you should have back off when you had the chance.”
Marinette curls into herself as the memories flood back into her mind. She’s alone. The old TV flickers in the darkness. The channel continues to change as the voices, tone, and display changes with each click of a button.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” She murmurs to no one. Her grip tightens around the blanket.
“What the fuck, Todd? You’ve been gone for days on end and being all secretive.”
“I didn’t think you care about my well-being, Demon. I have a life outside of this shithole.” Jason says as he cleans the barrels of his guns. His younger brother growls. He could only raise an eyebrow.
“I will find out what you’re hiding Todd.”
“Good luck with that.”
Jason picks up his guns and disappears within the shadows of the Batcave.
“Pixie,” The door creaks open. A little bit of light enters the room. Marinette is sleeping on the couch, the blankets cocooning her. Everything seems fine.
“So, she’s what you’ve been hiding.”
“What the fuck?” A gun cocks.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, my sister in everything but blood.”
“Hmph…why is she here?”
Jason sets his gun down and shuts the door. He turns to Damian; the teen genuinely was curious.
“She needs helps and I’m the only one who can help her. Gina tried but the mental and physical abuse became too much to manage. So, for her protection, Gina sent her to me.” Popping the cork off the bottle, Jason pours himself a drink.
“Does father know?”
“If he did, she would have been adopted in the family by now.” Jason pours himself another glass. Damian scoffs at the out his brother is drinking.
“Ladybug is hereby declared an enemy of Paris.”
“Tikki, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“What do you mean you’re no longer going to be Ladybug? You’re a true creation soul. A true holder of the ladybug miraculous.”
“Find someone else to do it, Master. You heard the Mayor, I’m an enemy of Paris, no better than Hawkmoth and Mayura.” She hands him the ladybug miraculous. Her red eyes close at the thought of losing her best friend.
Marinette wakes up sweating, her hand immediately reaching for her ears. Nothing. She sighs and curls back up.
“She’s been through a lot Damian, whatever scheme you have in mind leave it be and forget about it.”
Swinging her legs over the bed, Marinette sneaks over to the door. The door opens just enough for her to rest her hand against the doorframe.
“Jay-Jay…” Her voice was a whisper again.
Jason pushes the bottle and glass to the side. He’s by her side examining her. She wasn’t hurt.
“Pixie, you should be sleeping.”
“I had another nightmare.” She tells him. “Who’s your friend?”
Damian shuffles in place. She’s so tiny compare to any of his sisters like the wind could just blow her over without even trying.
“I’m Damian.” He tells her.
Marinette gives him a curt nod. Her eyes lock onto his. They’re green. She could feel her chest tightening. No air could get in or out. The glossy look returns in her eye turn.
Sobbing Marinette screams out, “Je vais le faire, Chat Noir. Je vais le faire, arr��te!” She slides the down the doorway.
“Shit,” Jason runs over to Marinette. She blocks her view of Damian. Her lock on the green eyes soon fades to blue. Jason’s eyes. She tightly wraps her arms around his neck. Jason rubs her back. Turning to Damian all while keeping him out of Marinette’s sight, he tells his brother, “We’ll finish this later. Your eye color triggered a memory. And Damian, do not tell anyone about her.”
Damian is frozen in place. So much had happened in the last ten or so minutes. He had met the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and then she has a panic attack, something clearly triggered by previous trauma.
“Okay, I won’t tell.” The youngest Wayne agrees but not without weighing the pros and cons. He left the small rundown apartment with more questions than answers.
Jason turns his attention back to Marinette, who’s sobs turn into sniffles. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore, Pixie.” Marinette buries her head into Jason’s chest. She takes a deep breath. She can only hope.
Now you've used up all your luck
It's time to get what you deserve
I'm holding out for KARMA
I'm holding out to watch you burn
Years past before Marinette was completely healed. Gina would visit from time to time making sure that her granddaughter was okay. She was ecstatic to find that Marinette was healing even if it was a slow process.
“Are you ready?” Marinette turns to Damian; his green eyes hold so much love and care for her than the green eyes she had grown to hate. Nodding, she takes his hand.
Beyond the doors, a series of lights flashes along with shouts. Reporters are in a frenzy trying to get the latest scoop on the Wayne heir’s beloved. Never once had she made a public appearance.
“Yes, thank you all for coming and showing my family your support. Today marks a very special achievement, my young son proposed to his girlfriend just a couple of days ago much to my second oldest dismay.”
Jason disrupts Bruce’s speech by shouting, “Hey” from his location next to Roy.
“Please welcome my son and his fiancée, Marinette Karma Todd.” Bruce steps away from the podium. The doors behind him open to show Marinette holding hands with Damian. She grips his hand tightly as Damian gives her a reassuring smile.
In Paris, several people are thrown in for a loop. Several lawsuits were issued. Collège Françoise Dupont, the school board was not happy at the treatment of one their student, a student that would grow to become one of the most powerful women out there.
Adrien Agreste, who was outed as Chat Noir, received a sexual harassment charge and a restraining order. The Wayne’s were out for blood and wanted to add attempted rape charge and compensation for all the trauma he had caused Marinette.
Lila Rossi, who managed to keep a tight grip on her classmates was finally exposed. Apparently, her latest lie was about being the mysterious Damian Wayne’s girlfriend. That backfired. She was then hit a cease and desist order along with a restraining order. Marinette had won the war.
Alya, who never learned to check her sources, lost any and every opportunity in her field. She even lost her job because she published a story about her best friend being the Wayne heir’s girlfriend. Thankfully, for the business, that article was only hosted in Paris, but the damage was already done.
Marinette never sent anything to her adopted parents. They didn’t deserve her. She was their servant, someone to help with the bakery. Though they were better than her birth parents, she couldn’t find it in her to ruin their lives. Gina became her legal guardian and that was that.
“I’m so glad that I meet you,” Damian says to her, placing a kiss on her hand. Marinette giggles and pulls Damian in for an embrace.
“I’m the lucky one. You would have thought this would be my future.” Marinette gestures to their growing empire. It was small but with Wayne Enterprise and Damian’s Veterinarian business, they were doing quite fine.
“Can I offer you a dance, Angel?”
“I would love that.”
No music plays just the beat of their hearts as one.
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Harley's Plea for Help ch. 6
Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6-- you are here
Yet another night of barely any sleep, but this time Marinette didn’t have the coffee-angel Red Robin at her rescue. No, instead she had to go completely uncaffeinated until she and her class got to Wayne Enterprises. Madame Mendelieve could only sigh as she watched Marinette scamper off to the café as soon as they made it past the initial security of the building. A couple of her classmates chuckled or snorted at her familiar behavior.
It was the same barista at the register as before, but this time Marinette felt too tired to properly order or be adventurous in looking for new flavors.
“I feel like death. I don’t care if it tastes like pure bean oil today. Flavors will take away from the amount of coffee you can shove in one cup, right?”
The poor barista blinked, eyeing the deep bags forming under the poor girl’s eyes. She sighed. “I had hope yesterday that you were just a normal caffeine addict. Now I see we actually have a second Mister Drake,” she said it as if she was mourning at Marinette’s grave before poking a few buttons on her touchscreen order station and turning her head. “One Insomniac CEO, but not for the boss!” She called out. The barista making the drinks paused for a second with wide eyes.
“We have another one?!” He asked, shocked. “Piece of advice?” He turned to Marinette. “Get some sleep.”
“Sleep is for the dead,” Marinette deadpanned back. “I got stuff I need to do today.”
The guy just shook his head and sighed, making the drink as Marinette paid and left a good tip. The drink came out fairly quickly, and everyone behind the counter stopped for a moment to stare as she gulped down the hot drink with no concern for her tongue or throat. A satisfied sound left her as she finally pulled away from the cup.
“This is really good!” She complimented, turning to the Baristas with a still-tired smile. It would take a minute or two for the coffee to have full effect, but she already felt better. “A little too bitter for my usual tastes, but perfect for days like today. Thanks!” She waved at them before turning around and seeing that her class was already gone again. Before she could fully process that though, a hand slapped down onto her head and ruffled her hair.
Surprised (really, not a lot of people could sneak up on her anymore. Just how tired was she?) she let out a high pitched squeal.
“You’re a good kid,” the soft, slightly scratchy voice that said that made Marinette’s shoulders drop and eyes widen. Tilting her head back she was greeted with the widely-grinning face of Jason Todd. He was once again in the uniform of a security guard.
“Wha— Uh,” Marinette couldn’t quite find the right words right away. She was too stunned. Jason just chuckled, jerking his head to indicate the same door her class had gone through the day before and leading the way over there. Marinette scrambled to catch up.
Once they were far away enough from prying eyes and ears, Marinette cleared her throat.
“Um,” she started. “Did… I mean, do you..?”
“Yeah, our mutual friends had a chat with me last night,” he confirmed casually. He sent her a meaningful look even though his grin never left his face. “Like I said; you’re a good kid. And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re not responsible for the things your parents have done, you know.”
The girl at his side hummed noncommittally, not fully convinced but also not wanting to argue.
“You’re not,” he repeated firmly, stopping in the middle of the side-hallway. They could see her class at the other end getting checked in, but didn’t make a move to join them yet. “I mean it. The stuff that happened to me, none of that was you. Hell, you were a little kid back then. And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it, either. I’m not gonna hold anything against you just because you’re his child. You didn’t ask to be,” he shrugged. “Besides, I get it. Biological relation doesn’t equal family. Trust me,” his grin was gone and a tired one replaced it. “I know that better than most people.”
The pigtailed girl could only gulp, taking a deep breath as she forced down the tears that wanted to bubble up. She had had this conversation with Adrien a few times, but even then she had been convinced that he just didn’t understand. He was just being nice. But this— Jason’s words were more valuable than gold to her. He had no reason to be nice, so it had to be at least partially sincere.
“Thanks,” she whispered once she was positive she wasn’t going to break. She lifted her cup up and took a long sip of her coffee. The slight burn against her tongue helped ground her. “That means more than you know.”
Jason chuckled. “Nah. The fact that you stood up for me to the Bat,” his grin returned to his face full blast, making dimples appear on his cheeks. “Now that, you have no idea how much that means to me. You must have some serious guts to lecture that guy, too. Is it too late to adopt you for myself?”
That tore a quick laugh out of her, making her classmate’s head whip over to the opposite end of the hallway where she and Jason were. She quickly quieted herself, but her eyes danced with amusement as she looked up at Jason. “You’re too young to be my parent anyway, but I wouldn’t say no to a brother,” she joked. Jason’s eyes sparkled.
“Good, exactly what I was aiming for!” He slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. “That’s my number. Call me if you ever need anything, got it?” He turned to resume leading her back to her class and she quickly slipped the paper into her pocket before anyone saw and got the wrong idea. “And I mean anything.”
Marinette just smiled and nodded. By then, they were close enough for Alya to smirk and ask; “What took ya so long, girl?”
“Oh,” Marinette shuffled a little on her feet before an observation gave her a last minute idea and she straightened up with a wide smile. “We just got distracted talking about motorcycles!”
Jason’s eyebrows raised for a quick second before he settled his expression again and played along. He had figured that not many people knew about her biological family. That part made sense. But she had been a total mess just the day before when she had tried to lie about Paris’ little villain problem in front of Bruce. How was she able to actually come up with a good lie this time around, when she had been just as much put on the spot? He wondered to himself about what was different about this situation to allow her to lie more easily. Maybe Bruce not being there was part of it— she seemed easily flustered by famous people.
Think of the devil, because no sooner had that thought finished developing in Jason’s mind before Bruce Wayne walked into the hallway with a paparazzi-ready smile. Jason rolled his eyes and sunk to the back of the group silently, sinking back into his job and keeping an eye on their surroundings. He listened as Alya laughed softly and elbowed Marinette even as the group turned their attention to Bruce.
“You and your bikes,” Alya teased. “If someone knew enough about motorcycles, I bet you’d marry them on the spot.”
“Nah,” Marinette whispered back. “If they gave me a really nice one though? That’s marriage potential for sure.”
The two girls laughed for a second before focusing back on the tour. Adrien wasted no time making his way to Marinette’s side, silent questions in his eyes. Jason watched with interest as the two seemed to silently communicate with one another. It was obvious that Adrien was calling her lie, and Marinette was essentially silently telling him that she would explain later. It was so seamless and subtle that if Jason hadn’t been extremely familiar with that kind of communication already, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Once again his eyebrows rose a tick on his forehead, and he made a mental note of the interaction. That kind of silent conversation wasn’t an easy thing to do with people. It was most commonly seen in married or otherwise long-term couples, childhood friends, family, or hero partners. The childhood friends and family sections were already ruled out from their background check on her and Harley herself had mentioned that even though Marinette had once crushed on Adrien, she had unofficially adopted the boy as her brother since then. Though, their time as close friends was only documented as having lasted about a year. That wasn’t quite enough time for that sort of effortless silent communication to be possible.
Of course, Jason had his suspicions already. But there was no rush, either. The Clown was on the move and more important to focus on for now. He could focus on the puzzle that was Marinette and Adrien later.
Bruce took over the tour as he had the day before, and the class was instantly riveted once again. If the fact that they were being led through the building by the very man who owned it wasn’t awesome enough to get everyone’s full attention, the man’s personality was. He came off a little carefree and very kind, but there was an obvious undercurrent of just how much he loved his company that showed that he did take it and his job seriously. Just, not too seriously either. And he interjected everywhere he could with personal stories and anecdotes and little bits of his family history that the normal tour guides might not have known. It was not long after he announced that he was going to take them to a lower lab set aside specifically for their class’ tour, so that they could do their first interactive activity, that jason found the opportunity to sidle up next to Marinette on the opposite side from where Adrien walked alongside her.
“So,” he said casually. “How’d you know I ride a motorcycle?” he smirked to show he wasn’t upset as he looked down at her curiously. Marinette blinked, taking her attention away from Bruce to look over at Jason. Once his words registered, she smiled widely and pointed to one of his pockets. The corners of his bike gloves flopped over the edge.
“I noticed those. I figured you’d have a negative reaction that might give us away if my lie was too off the mark, and I do have a habit of saying stupid things if I don’t have a clue or something to play off of. I also had to make it believable for the class, and they all know that my Nonna has played a huge part in my love for motorcycles. I plan on getting a license to drive one when I turn sixteen later this year,” she told him softly. “I tend to gush whenever I see a cool bike, so I knew they wouldn’t question it.”
Jason huffed a little bit of laughter under his breath. It was like the trope of a character looking at random items in the room to come up with a fake name, but somehow it had actually worked for her. She was quick-witted and clever, he had to admit. And observant.
“I was running late, so I must have left them in my pocket when I was changing,” he admitted, unbothered. “Ah, here we are,” he nodded to return the two teen’s (he had noticed Adrien paying close attention as he and Marinette had their conversation) attention back to the tour. Bruce opened the door for the class with a flourish, gesturing for everyone to go in.
“Since these first few days are going to be tours and lessons about working in general, your first activity of your trip is to solve various problems we’ve given you based on real situations that WE employees have been in before. Split up into groups, and choose a table. Each table has a different problem covering a different industry. Reporting, Science— specifically research and development, business management, and entertainment…”
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“It’s straight,” Adrien assured her, trying to keep himself from laughing as Marinette straightened his tie for the millionth time. “I promise. And you look fantastic.”
Marinette stepped back, nodding at Adrien’s appearance in approval. “I know. We both look great, but…” she fidgeted and then stepped forward to go right back to over-straightening his tie. Adrien snorted, grabbing her hands before she could touch the poor thing again and lowering her arms to her sides.
“Calm down. Like you said, we both look great. You don’t have a single hair out of place, the outfits you made us look amazing, and my tie is at a perfect ninety degree angle to my collar. Take the model’s word for it,” he teased with a lopsided grin. “We look ready for the front cover of a magazine. So just take a deep breath, because we should get down to the lobby soon to wait for the ride he’s sending for us.”
“Right,” Marinette nodded. She followed his advice and took a deep breath. Once she was suitably calmed, she opened her eyes and nodded at him. Adrien smiled and held out his arm, making Marinette snort as she took hold of it gently and let him lead her to the elevator.
Bruce had not specified whether the dinner was going to be casual or formal, but with the fact that his kids were going to be present and it was at his own house, Marinette had a feeling it was going to be more of a casual thing than if they had went out to a fancy restaurant with a black tie dress code. At the same time, this was the Wayne manor they were talking about. She didn’t want to be underdressed, either. Not to mention that it was her design skills that had played a huge part in her winning the contest in the first place, so she felt like she had to show her work again to prove that they had chosen the right person.
A playful wolf whistle greeted the two of them when they got down to the lobby. Alya was, to no one’s surprise, the perpetrator. She stood in the lobby with Alix, Nino, and Max, who all had known about the dinner and agreed to be there to see the two of them off and put Marinette’s worries to rest. The four of them jogged over, Alix smiling and adding her own soft whistle of appreciation.
“You guys look great,” the short skater assured them, taking the time to skate slow circles around them to make sure that nothing was wrong with their outfits. “I think you’ve outdone yourself, Mari! Very cool.”
Alya nodded eagerly, bouncing in place with a wide, beaming smile on her face. “Ah! The both of you look ready to kick ass and woo rich people!” she added. Max pushed his glasses up on his nose with a small grin.
“There is a ninety-five percent chance of your work impressing all of the Waynes,” he said in his own version of encouragement.
“You guys got this!” Nino shot them a thumbs up. “They beat me to all the stuff I wanted to say.”
Marinette beamed, laughing along with her friends as she allowed herself to relax a little. Adrien’s outfit was of her own making, a subtle way for him to rebel since his father had sent him with his own Gabriel brand suit should an appropriate opportunity to wear it come up. Adrien had no plans of ever putting his father’s suit on his body. In an effort to spice up formal men’s wear a bit without making the whole thing white and silver like Gabriel wanted, Marinette had made him a classic silk shirt in black, with short sleeves that fell at that perfect halfway point between his elbow and shoulder. The sleeves had thick cuffs in a dark forest green, with decorative straight stitches on the seams in a bright magenta pink thread. On top of that was a corset-style sleeveless vest with a deep V. The majority of the vest was the same black as the shirt, but with dark green hand-stitched swirls that were just barely bright enough to be contrasted against the black. It created a very subtle pattern that would be hard to see in the wrong lighting, but would make it look that much more expensive and elaborate in the right lighting. The lapel of the vest was in the same dark forest green as the cuffs of his shirt, with a few decorative swirls embroidered on the very corners. The piping of the corset-vest made three curved lines on either side of his waist, curling from mid-rib cage to his waist. It gave him a slightly more feminine twist to his outfit, making his waist look smaller even though it wasn’t actually pulled very tight on him— it was mostly the illusion made by the piping rather than the actual tightness of the garment. The two outside piping lines were done in a magenta pink, while the middle piping line was once again in dark forest green. Unlike most corset-style vests, this one had no buttons or zipper on the front at all. Instead, it was closed only by corset lacing in the back, the laces done in such a dark shade of green that it was almost black, while the eyelets that the laces were threaded through were that same magenta pink as the piping and decorative stitches elsewhere on the outfit. The tie that Marinette had spent so long making sure was straight was almost entirely soft lace, but it was layered in such a way with layers of sheer green and pink lace that it looked like it was a constant swirl of the two colors. If someone got close enough to see the pattern of the lace tie, they would notice that it was a pattern of cats chasing a butterfly.
Underneath the artistic top of the outfit were black dress pants, once again with thick forest-green cuffs on the bottoms. But instead of the decorative stitching, the pant legs flared a bit at the ankles for just a little extra drama. Magenta-pink Oxfords peeked out of the wide cuffs. The green detailing made Adrien’s eyes pop, while the pink accents gave his boyish charm a little more of a feminine touch that almost seemed to highlight his naturally sensitive and charming nature.
In contrast, Marinette wore a sleeveless pink pantsuit. It was the same shade as the pink accents in Adrien’s outfit, and had a built-in corset as well that went only around her natural waist. The corset boning on Marinette was a solid black, while the rest was just the same base pink as the majority of the suit. The black of the boning seemed to flow downwards, changing from boning into thick hand-embroidery in thread of the exact same black. The embroidery flowed down the sides of both legs, in the shape of tree branches and apple blossoms. Pale green accents in the form of swirls at her high neckline and a pale green lace capelet that was the only thing covering her shoulders helped tie her outfit in with Adrien’s. She also wore pale green low kitten heels and her black hair up in a braided bun. With how her pant legs were form-hugging until they flared out slightly at the heel, and the lack of sleeves exposed her toned arms and shoulders and emphasized her strength there without making her look unbalanced or too masculine for the rest of the outfit’s style, she looked ready to rock the business world. Her bright blue eyes clashed with the green details of the outfit just enough to bring attention to them, assuring that people who met her eyes would not be able to easily look away.
The quick snap of a phone’s flash went off, drawing everyone’s attention to Madame Bustier. She was beaming at all of them, and had just taken a picture of her two students all dressed up. She waved her phone happily. “I’m sending this picture to the both of you. I’m so proud of you guys!” she gushed.
Marinette and Adrien both blushed deep red, shifting in their spots. They were confident in their looks, and Adrien was just as proud of his pseudo-sister, but neither of them was very good at handling so much positive attention aimed only at them. Especially not from their extremely sincere friends and teacher.
“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” An older gentleman with a British accent turned everyone’s attention to him. The first thing Marinette thought was that he had kind eyes. He also had soft wisps of white hair on his head, carefully trimmed and slicked back. Of course, Marinette and Adrien also couldn’t miss the high quality and perfect press of his carefully maintained suit. Once he had shown all the proper credentials to Madame Bustier, he introduced himself to the two well-dressed teens with a shallow bow. “I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler for Wayne Manor. I am to escort the both of you there for supper tonight.”
“Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur Pennyworth,” Marinette said, walking up and shaking his hand. Adrien was right by her side the whole time, matching her smile watt for watt and shaking Alfred’s hand with just as much enthusiasm.
“Yeah, thank you for having us over. I know it was technically Bruce who invited Marinette, but you’re probably the one that has to do all the work. So, thank you. We really appreciate it,” he told the man sincerely. Alfred’s answering smile was soft, almost fond.
“Yes, I admit I am in charge of most of the work for tonight. But you shouldn’t worry, it’s no different from any other day at the manor,” he said lightheartedly, a little bit of good natured snark shining through his otherwise proper behavior— “Every last one of the Waynes would die in less than a week without me to keep everything in order,” he joked. “Allow me to lead you to the car.”
Marinette and Adrien followed behind Alfred. She didn’t know if it was the calming aura he put off, or if it was the gentle way his eyes sparkled that made her want to look after him. But whatever it was, she found herself wanting to protect this kind old man already. Which is why her eyebrows slightly pinched together. Before climbing inside the luxurious town car he had brought for them, she couldn’t help but turn to Alfred and ask;
“I hope you aren’t overworked. I don’t want to overstep, Monsieur, but isn’t the Wayne family rather large for one person to look after on their own?”
Alfred laughed gently at that, his eyes once again softening. “Do not worry about me, Miss Dupain-Cheng. They are family to me. And though, yes, you are correct in assuming they are a handful, they are also wonderful people. They help me where they can, but taking care of themselves is not their forte. Being able to do that for them is my greatest joy.”
The wrinkles in Marinette’s brow smoothed out and she smiled. “That’s so sweet. You’re making me want to meet them all even more.”
Something about that twinkle in Alfred’s eye made her feel like he was laughing at some joke she didn’t hear. “I’m sure all of you will get along swimmingly.”
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“I FOUND HER FIRST!”
Alfred had barely opened the manor’s doors to let Marinette and Adrien inside before the chaos started. Or rather, before they were let in on it— it seemed as if the chaos had already been going on for a while.
Jason skidded across the floor in a mad dash, having to grasp the doorframe he was running out of so that he could turn the corner sharply and veer towards them.
“Tell them, Marinette! I found you first, you’re my sister now, don’t fall for any of their Jedi mind tricks!”
Marinette just blinked, a little caught off guard. It hadn’t exactly sunk into her head until right that moment that ‘Wayne Family dinner’ would include Jason. Her mind was still catching up to the fact that she was seeing him out of his security guard uniform for the first time. He wasn’t dressed up at all, in a well-loved brown leather jacket over a white shirt and dark wash jeans. He still had his motorcycle gloves on. Marinette looked down at first herself, then Adrien.
“Are we overdressed?” She asked with a grimace. Jason huffed.
“Of course not, you guys look amazing! But seriously, tell them that I claimed you as my sister first and none of them are half as cool as me.”
Marinette and Adrien traded glances before laughing together.
“If we’re being technical here,” Adrien drawled mischievously as he straightened out his vest. “I met Marinette first, and she adopted me as her brother long before we met any of you,” he pointed out with a sharp grin.
“Ha!” a younger man laughed pointedly, following after Jason. The newcomer was dressed more formally, in a dress shirt under a very luxurious looking burgundy designer sweater. Under that, he wore black perfectly-pressed slacks and nondescript oxfords. His collar showed signs of housing a tie earlier, but he had clearly taken it off sometime earlier. His hair hung slightly long, framing his face with two long locks while the back of his hair slightly stuck up in all directions in natural tufted curls. Like Jason, his hair was jet black and he had bright blue eyes. He was also about half Jason’s size, much shorter and leaner than his adoptive brother. “He’s got you there, idiot,” he snarked smugly at Jason before turning to the two guests. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, Mister Agreste. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne, it’s nice to finally meet both of you,” he introduced himself as he walked over to shake their hands. “And your outfits are amazing! Did you make them, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”
“Marinette,” she corrected with a lopsided grin. “My last name is a mouthful, and I prefer to just go by Marinette anyway. And yes, I made both of these outfits before we left Paris,” she admitted, trying her best to seem professional. She had already ruined her chances of that with Bruce and Jason, but this time she was prepared!
“They are just as impressive as the rest of your work that I’ve seen. And call me Tim, it’s only fair,” and then he smiled.
Damn his boyish grin. He wasn’t someone Marinette had a crush on— he wasn’t her type— but damn he was unfairly charismatic and charming. His smile temporarily short circuited her brain. That was exactly the kind of boyish smile that had started her crush on Adrien, and that she was unfairly weak for. Now she felt a deep-seated urge to protect this boy and his smile or so help her, someone would be sent to the ER if he was hurt and it wasn’t gonna be her. And she didn’t try to dissuade herself from that strong protective urge, her mother had already assured her that all the Waynes were trustworthy and that Tim in particular shared a lot of her bad habits. She could allow this little bit of vulnerability. Hopefully.
“... I’ve only known you for two minutes, but if anything happened to you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” she breathed. Adrien elbowed her hard, making her yelp.
“You said that out loud Mari,” he deadpanned. A deep flush immediately came over her face, and she covered her mouth with both hands.
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry— but you— just forget I said anything. Please!”
Tim was visibly shocked, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Jason snorted, overcoming his own brief moment of shock pretty easily.
“Careful there,” Jason chided good-heartedly. His gaze met Marinette’s with a slight weight in it though. “You barely know the guy. He’ll annoy you out of your mind soon enough.”
Marinette caught the hint, wincing and changing the subject. Jason could see that she had done exactly as her mother had warned— she had gotten attached to Tim almost immediately. And while he wanted to believe Marinette when she said that the same wouldn’t happen with Joker, that she was not going to repeat her mother’s mistakes…
He couldn’t help but worry. Joker was a slippery bastard, and good at getting past people’s defenses.
Tim eventually led them all to the dining room, where several people were already sat waiting for them.
“We decided it would be best if we didn’t all swarm you at the door,” Tim explained, grinning at her kindly. “Take a seat wherever you want, Alfred is probably going to be done with dinner soon.”
Marinette and Adrien both nodded, going to sit by each other’s side. Adrien put his hand on her knee when they sat down, and traded a meaningful look with her.
“Calm down,” he whispered. “We’re not in Paris. And if you slip, I’ll catch you. Promise.”
Marinette’s shoulders relaxed a little. Yeah, she could trust Adrien to make sure she didn’t slip up too much. Get too careless. He’d watch her back like she did for him. She’d be okay. They’d both be okay.
“Thanks, Adrien. I needed that.”
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| silence in gotham | day 19
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@daminette-december2019-2020
prompt | anti-hero
pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
words | 1.4k
author’s note | Ahaha did I do an entire research on what anti-heroes are for this? yes
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Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing.
For a city plagued with villains that popped out one after another like household pests, it was never quiet. There was always some sort of event going on, whether it be a gala or a warehouse bombing. Cackles of the villains in the distance were never an unfamiliar noise as they were always up to something, anything. Heck, if they were quiet for too long, it meant something bad was brewing, and everyone would be on their haunches, ready and aware for the inevitable attack.
Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing.
Which was exactly why Robin was so on edge, eyes straining to catch every movement he could spot from his view down onto one of Gotham’s biggest streets from the top of a bank.
“You look like you’re waiting for something, bird boy.”
He spun around instantly, mentally berating himself for not having heard her when he got distracted in absorbing all of the street down below. His sword was unsheathed with a sharp shing!, shining under Gotham’s moon like Excalibur, freshly pulled from the stone.
Except he wasn’t Arthur.
And she certainly wasn’t Merlin.
“Or perhaps... Someone.” She mused with a sparkle in her eyes, watching the shift in his composure. His teeth were gritted, much like a cornered animal’s, with an instant fight or flight instinct burning in his eyes. A desire to wipe that cocky smirk off her lips alighted inside him as he held his sword steady, his eyes trained on the woman he labelled his sworn rival.
“Certainly wasn’t waiting for you.” He spat out, moving his feet. They were circling now, facing each other and dancing an intricate pre-battle ritual. Her bluebell eyes, encased behind her mask, were fixed on his, and his emerald ones never faltered.
The first one to look away would lose.
The Bat-symbol flashed into the sky in the distance, and out of habit, Robin glanced away, realising his mistake all too late.
She pranced on him, her own weapon- A baton similar to Grayson’s- Extending into her hands like it was made to be held in her palms. Metal clanged against metal in a detailed melody of a sound similar to a glockenspiels- But more powerful.
He should’ve never looked away.
Luck was on her side; It always seemed to be. They exchanged blow after blow, the bluebell-eyed woman getting in more hits than she normally would’ve.
“Distracted, pretty bird?” She smiled, clearly amused, blocking another one of his attacks casually. “You should know better than that.”
“Shut up.” He hissed in retaliation, swinging his sword forward with greater force.
No matter how skilled she was, he was the bigger man, and they both knew it. She had stealth and agility, he had strength and power. “Well played.” Replied the woman with a cat-like smile when she flipped over to avoid shouldering the brunt of his attack, landing on her feet just like all cats do. “Nice move, bird boy. You’re lucky I’m not looking for a fight tonight.”
If she had been looking to catch his curiosity, she succeeded. His ears perked up, his eyes watching her carefully, alike to a predator’s while it was hiding in the bush, tracking his prey’s movements.
“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow tentatively but never unsheathed his sword. “Do elaborate.”
“I think we’ve been rivals for far too long.”
“I beg to differ, I can go on like this forever.”
“Aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse?” She purred, ignoring his statement blatantly. “You’re a detective, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know why I’m doing this?”
He gave her the best bored expression he could afford. “Would you be disappointed if my answer was no?”
“A little.” She laughed softly, jumping onto the ledge of the building, an epitome of grace and beauty as she strutted the thin line between life and falling to her death. “But that doesn’t matter.”
“If you’re just going to tell me anyway, go ahead.”
For a moment he thought she was going to drop off the edge. But of course, luck was always on her side. The bluebell-eyed woman moved with the grace of a ballerina and the deftness of an assassin, and if she wasn’t his sworn rival, he’d find her movements enticing. She belonged on the centre-stage of a Paris Opera Ballet performance, the crowd’s eyes all pinpointed to her. She was an eye-catching diamond, attracting all attention to her and her sparkling glory.
“You see,” She smiled softly, the moonlight acting as a natural spotlight for the star of the show. “I’m looking for a partner.”
The night regained its’ silence as the world awaited Robin’s reaction. His emerald eyes never left her patient ones as he contemplated the best way to overcome his shock and give an appropriate answer.
“And of everyone you could’ve asked,” He begin, “You asked your sworn rival? I thought you were smarter than that.”
A scoff left her throat as she dropped her innocent, sweet facade. “Oh, please. You know as well as I do that if we worked together, we’d be unstoppable. Don’t you want a taste of what it’s like?”
“Are you only doing this because I know who you are?” There was a tint of mockery, quietly prodding at her in his voice. No, Robin certainly wasn’t afraid to resort to blackmail. “The darling of the fashion world, the designer behind Nette DC- An anti-hero by night.”
She let out a dry laugh, and Robin was instantly reminded of all the reasons why he should not have crossed the woman. “Please.” She replied simply. “This is a two-way sword. Wouldn’t it be an interesting headline?- The heir of Wayne Enterprises turns out to be a vigilante by night.” Her eyes darkened. “If you tighten the noose around my neck, you’re tightening the one around yours, too.”
“I know that.” He replied loosely. “Why do you think I haven’t exposed you yet?”
She hummed as a response. “Don’t you want to know what’s in it for you if you take the offer? You’re already a vigilante anyways. I’m nothing different.”
“I’m listening.”
“We both know how corrupted Gotham’s politics are.” She said, jumping straight into the point. Never one to tell stories in winding roads but instead highways that drove straight to the destination. “I’m sure you know firsthand how bad it is, exactly. I’ve been delving into exposing corrupt companies, and I could use your network for information.”
He crossed his arms, sheathing his sword when he noticed her lowered baton. “And what do I get from this?”
“You think I don’t know? You’re the only one left in the family still patrolling these streets.” She smiled, watching him flinch. “Nightwing left the business after his injury. Red Hood hasn’t been seen in years. Red Robin’s probably sticking to computer work. Batman’s completely out of the question, it’s only a matter of time before you take his title, yes?”
“... You’re offering to help.”
“I’m giving you my assistance.” She corrected. “Gotham’s my city now, too. I live here, and I’m not going to let it get overrun by villains just because a couple of vigilantes got too old to help uphold justice.”
He watched her carefully, looking for any traits of dishonesty. None. “In return for helping me regulate the streets, all you’re asking for is information?”
A smirk slipped on her lips. “And an inside man.” She shrugged. “You’re invited to just about every gala.”
“So are you.” He replied dryly. “What’s my use?”
“Men tend not to open up to women about topics that I needed information on.” She waved off. “I need someone like you, who can pry what I need. I know you have a way with words. So?”
Surely, he would benefit more? Robin ran through the consequences of his choice through his head. Gotham would be ridden of a few more corrupt politicians- No doubt new ones would come filing in as soon as the old were thrown out- But never mind that. In addition, he would get some help around the streets. Sounded like a worth deal to him.
“Deal.”
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