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liquid-luck-00 · 7 months

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Marks of Magic

Day 8 Familiar of Maribat Spooktober 2023

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Six years had passed and Marinette decided it was time to go back to Gotham.

She was taking a break from her designs for a bit and Luka and Jagged asked if she wanted to tour with them for a bit.

And who was she to say no. She loved them both, one was her boyfriend, while the other was his dad (and her pseudo crazy uncle). Gotham was Jagged’s hometown so it made sense for him to stop there on his North American Tour.

So here she was after six years, the cold autumn air was chilly but not too cold yet. The sky just starting to shift into dusk, casting more shadows than usual. She and Luka were walking hand in hand under the giant white oak when she noticed it. The stage, the cannons, the man standing in that horridly tacky green and purple three piece suit.

“Well that’s a familiar sight.” She sighed watching the progression make its way to the park entrance. “Come on. From what I’ve seen the Riddler has toned it down a lot ever since that new guy came in.”

“And how are we to help?” He grinned at her knowingly.

“Please riddles are child’s play.” She waved pulling him along.

“Let’s see, let’s see. You their black and red dye. Answer 3 riddles and the city goes free.”

“Why not.” She shrugged at the rogue.

“Why do zombies never win…”

“At poker?” She finished the riddle. “It’s because they have a tell-tale heart.”

She grinned remembering the grin that was erased from this timeline.

“How did you?” He looked at her quizzically. “Never mind. Walk on the living, they don't even mumble, step on the dead…”

“They mutter and grumble.” She finished again, the familiarity of the situation making her smile. “Leaves, of course. So are you going to give out some new riddles or at least cut the theatrics.”

“You’re a meta aren’t you.” He accused.

“Nope. I’ve just heard them before.” She popped the ‘p’ while tilting her head to the side.

“Here’s the next one.” He started but didn’t get to start it before she interrupted him.

“While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack.” She started to laugh as the rogue stood shocked. “Do you only have a limited autumn library, or did I just get the only repeat performance.”

“You’re that little girl.” He stood shocked at this little revelation.

“And I can knock you on your ass again if you’d like.” She smiled.

“It’s not nice to tease him, he is a villain after all.” Luka murmured hugging her.

“Please if I knock him down it would be far softer than if it was the bat.” She pouted loud enough for those who gathered could hear.

“Want to test that theory?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Batman.

She tensed slightly, resisting the urge to glare at the ‘hero’ that stood just behind the Riddler. “I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

“Besides we have somewhere to be, Melody, we wouldn’t want to show up after a fight do we.”

She crossed her arms and pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

“I don’t care, but your dad does…” She huffed.

“Are you really that girl?” Riddler still gawked at the two of them, before seeming to make up his mind.

Just like all those years ago he charged her. And just like before she punched him in the nose. Luka let her go and jumped back, knowing she was going to throw him over her shoulder.

“Yup…” The riddler breathed out. “You’re that same girl. But you’re right softer than Bats.”

He laid on his back, not even trying to move.

“Wow!” A new voice shouted from behind her. “You’re tiny! I didn’t think you could actually do it.”

She turned and saw a young boy, maybe 14 or 15. He was in a mask, in a variation of the classic boy wonder suit, a new Robin. Her breath caught and she doesn’t remember how to breathe for a moment.

How could he?!

How could Batman let another child take up the mantle.

She couldn’t believe it, she was horrified, but more so she was livid. She wanted to march up to him and slap him. She turned and there was a tug on her wrist.

“He isn’t worth your anger, love.” Luka hummed, calming her enough that she remembered to breathe.

“Your right.” She shrugged. “Besides if I ever get arrested it isn’t going to be for this.”

She laughed, which he joined into.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need a quick statement.” A gentleman, drew their attention, the coat, glasses, and the now salted chestnut hair.

“Commissioner Gordon, right?” She smiled at the officer. Sure she ran into him once but that day is in the forefront of her mind at the moment.

“Yes. How did you know?” He blinked.

“An event eerily similar to this one, a few years ago. You drove…” Her eyes started to tear, but she blinked them away quickly.“Jay and I home after.”

A light seemed to blink on and she thinks he recognized her, just as quickly his eyes turned somber.

“You’ve gotten big.” He seemed to sniffle, but she isn’t sure if it was because of the cold or if he knows what happened to Jay. But he shook his head before getting back to his duty. “Right, a statement…”

They gave a statement before turning, well Luka turned her, she assumes it’s because of Batman. She feels his stare on her and it really was starting to fucking piss her off.

•••

“You don’t have to go, Marinette. “

“I know I don’t have to, but it’s important to Jagged.” She sighed before waving a hand. “Besides I only met them once, I doubt they remember.”

“If your sure.” Luka asked her again, to which she nodded.

They grabbed their jackets and walked down to the lobby of their hotel.

“You ready to meet and old friend of mine, you two?” Jagged slung an arm around each of their necks the moment they stepped off the elevator.

“As much as we can be.” She smiled as she and Luka linked their hands, while Penny ushered them outside.

“So how are you liking Gotham, Mari?” Jagged asked her after she was staring out of the window a while.

“I’ve been here before. Everything is familiar but different, you know.” She sighed.

“I get it it’s been too long since I was back here.” Jagged tried to get her to talk but dropped it soon enough.

She never forgot her promise and she is living it. She became one of the newest and popular fashion houses in not just Paris but was starting to gain even more traction internationally. Her personal client list was populated by some of the biggest A-listers including Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Prince Ali, the Tsurugi Family, the Graham de Vanily family, and even the Queen family. She travelled the world to find inspiration, and if she helped s few people with her magical abilities she smiled at their faces. Hell she was named one of the twenty under twenty, the year before for her work with environmental textiles.

Before she knew it the gates of Wayne manor were opening before them. The same intricate iron work she remembered opened into perfectly manicured lawns on either side of the long driveway.

“Jared it’s good to see you.” A cheerful voice called from the doorway, Bruce Wayne.

“Brucie! Ah, your right mate!” Jagged slung an arm around his old friend.

“These must be your boys!”

“This is Dick and Tim.” Bruce smiled placing a hand on each of the two he mentioned. “And are they yours, Jared?”

“My son, Luka, and his sweetheart and my future daughter in law, Marinette.” He waved towards both of them.

“Jagged!” She yelped in embarrassment, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Alfred good to see ya!” Jagged bounce right past the two men and child, towards the eldest gentleman.

Marinette however could feel three sets of eyes on her, and she wanted to scream. Luka tugged on her hand and squeezed, centering her.

“Dinner is ready.” Alfred commanded everyone’s attention, so they made their way to the dining room. They sat down and she tried to avoid eye contact, not really paying attention to the conversation. That is until…

“You look so familiar, we must have met before. Now I remember, Nettie!” Her head snapped up and directly at Dick. “So what have you been up to, Nettie.”

“Please… Please don’t call me that.” She tried to keep her voice level but she knows it is shaking. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the napkin in her lap.

“Why not? It’s cute.” The younger boy, Tim, she recalled answered trying to break the tension.

“Because the only person who can call me that is dead.” She got up and started walking out of the room.

“Give her space.” She heard Luka say, probably to Jagged or maybe even the Wayne’s, she isn’t sure.

She was originally going to walk out side but at the last minute she decided to climb the stairs. She only walked this way twice, once when she dumped half of her life’s trauma on this family and the second the morning after.

She turned the handle and it was as if time had frozen. Books piled on the bedside tables. A backpack thrown haphazardly on the desk, notebooks had spilled from it onto the floor. She walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. Model cars, motorcycles, and even engine parts littered the bookshelves. She knows dinner has probably ended but she didn’t move, she wanted to cry, but that feels as if it might be insulting at the moment.

Knock.

Her head snapped from the window, a crescent moon floated low over the trees, towards the door. She doesn’t know who she expected, but it wasn’t Dick, maybe Alfred if she’s honest.

“Room for one more?” He asked quietly. She nodded and walked in, instead of sitting next to her he sat on the ground in front of her. “Im sorry. How? How did you know?”

“It wasn’t like him.” She sighed. “Did you know?”

“Yeah.” He leaned back. “I was so angry with Bruce, he didn’t even tell me I had to find out through the paper.”

She stared at him now. “His death wasn’t in the paper, I was looking for it but it never came. Oh kwamii, please no.”

She covered her mouth, Robin’s death was made public not Jason’s. So if she knows and he knows, the two of them stared at one another.

“Marinette?”

“If Jay was… are you… were you… that means Tim is… so is Bruce… no never mind don’t answer that.” She stood. “Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh!”

She looked at him and he was just staring at her.

“Marinette, how do you know?” He stood and placed a hand on each of her shoulders stopping her from pacing.

“I was there.” Her voice was resolute, staring right at the person who called himself Jay’s brother.

“You saw…” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I was angry at you for not telling me, but you didn’t know.”

“Two months, Bruce wouldn’t tell me for two months, and then I snapped.” His eyes turned dark.

“Live.”

“What?” He watched her, pleadingly, as she seemed to pull him from his dark thoughts.

“Live. That was the last thing he said. We were trapped in that warehouse, the bomb, once we noticed it was almost over.” He listened, his grip on her shoulders lessening. “I tried to get us out but the door was stuck, I held him until it exploded. The next second I was back in my apartment before I passed out. I didn’t have enough magic to save us both.”

Tears finally flowed from her, Dick was also crying at this point. They just cried for a while, that is until everyone decided to try and find them. Luka and Alfred were the ones who did.

“I didn’t know.” Dick finally spoke, his voice hoarse, from his tears.

“How could you?” She wiped the last of her tears away.

“We should have said something to you. You were his only friend.”

“Master Dick.” Alfred handed him a handkerchief.

“You truly a Paon, Alfred.” She smiled.

“Tell Jagged I’ll meet you guys back at the hotel, Luka.”

“You better not be planning anything.”

“Me.” She smiled, a glimmer in her eyes. “Never.”

•••

A portal appeared under her and she disappeared.

“Melody.” He called out but he knew she didn’t hear, so he shook his head, a laugh that turned into a grumble. “I better not read about this tomorrow.”

The two others looked at him as if he could explain, but really he doesn’t think he should.

The fact that this man has a miraculous means he can be trusted, but with what he knows he is wary.

She seems to trust both if her song was any indication and they don’t mean to hurt her. But it’s not his secret to tell.

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marauderundercover · 1 year

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us against the world

“Now this might sound controversial, but I think that went well.” Jagged says cheerfully, sticking the key into the ignition. Marinette huffs out a laugh, shaking her head.

“If by well you mean the school is still standing, then sure, it went well.” She says. Jagged frowns, pulling the car away from the curb.

“What’s wrong, M?” He asks, his cheerful tone switched for a serious one. Marinette frowns, turning her attention out the window.

“I just- I don’t think I’m going to fit in at that school. It’ll be like being around a bunch of Chloes, and I just- I don’t know.” She sighs.

“Just- just give it a chance, yeah?” He asks softly. Marinette nods, silently. She would try to like Gotham Academy. Just like she would try to like Gotham itself. “You start tomorrow, but I’ve got an interview I’ve got to get to in New York. Penny’s gonna stay behind and make sure you get to and from school okay.” Jagged adds. Marinette turns to him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re going to go do something without Penny?” She asks. He nods. “You know I’m fourteen, right? I can take care of myself for a few days.” Jagged frowns.

“I’m not leaving you alone for your first day of school, Mari. I know- I know that I’m not your dad, and that I’m not the best person to try and be a parent for you. But I’m trying, kid. I really am. And part of that is making sure you have support when you need it. Starting at a new school is definitely something that you need support with.” He says.

“I think you’re doing fine.” Marinette says softly.

“Thanks, kiddo.” Jagged says, just as softly, as he turns the car down the excessively long driveway. Gotham, Marinette had decided, was odd. But she would try to enjoy it.

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Staring up at the building looming over her, Marinette tries hard to not panic. It was just school, after all. Sure, she was transferring in two months after everyone else had started. And she was in a new country. And she was alone. But that was fine. Everything was going to be fine. Sucking in a deep breath, Marinette pushes through the front doors. And immediately runs into a person.

“Mon dieu, er, I’m so sorry. I just kinda shoved the door open and I wasn’t really looking where I was going because I’m so early and I thought that no one else would be here yet and-” Marinette begins to ramble, nervously wringing her hands.

“Tt. If the doors to the building are unlocked, there is usually someone else inside.” The boy says stiffly. Marinette glances at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or sarcastic. Deciding to just count her losses, she nods.

“Right. Well, sorry again.” She says. The boy simply hums in acknowledgement before walking away. Pushing her bangs out of her face, Marinette sighs. The first classmate she’d met and it’d gone horribly. Go figure. Hopefully once she had her schedule, things would go better. And who knows, maybe mystery angry guy wasn’t in any of her classes.

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Marinette was going to have a long, long talk with the kwami when she got home. Theoretically, they probably had nothing to do with her horrible luck. But not only did she share almost every class with the angry guy, but she was also assigned to sit next to him in said classes. Including being assigned his lab partner in biology. You would think saving France from a crazed meglomaniac would give her enough good karma that she wouldn’t have to worry about sitting by grumpy boys who refused to talk to her in every class. Apparently not. Walking into the cafeteria, Marinette can feel her panic creeping in once again. Tables were full, or nearing full, and she had no friends. It wasn’t easy when everyone else already knew each other, and had routines that they’d been following since August. Scanning the room, she spots a fairly empty table, but pauses. The guy from earlier was sitting there, angrily tearing apart his sandwich while another boy talks animatedly to him. It was the last thing she actually wanted to do, but seeing as it was the most empty table, she’d have to just go with it. Better to sit away from the two boys quietly than sit at a table where people were going to ask her a million questions that she didn’t want to answer. Stopping at the edge of the table, she clears her throat and tries not to flinch when the boy from earlier sends a small glare her way.

“I promise I won’t talk to you guys, there’s just- most of the other tables are full. Could I sit here?” She asks, direcitng her question to the talkative one instead of the angry one. His eyes widen slightly, but he nods.

“Oh, uh, sure, of course. Um, you can sit closer to us if you want.” He offers, nodding to the chair at the end of the table closest to them. Marinette hesitates.

“Oh, well I wouldn’t-” She starts, but the angry boy cuts her off.

“Just sit. Lunch is only twenty minutes and you’ve already wasted nearly half of it.” He says, his voice lacking the venom she’d expected. Marinette sits and pulls out the lunch that Penny had packed her, her lips twitching up at the note.

“What’s that?” The talkative boy asks, leaning slightly in. Marinette feels herself blush involuntarily. It’s not that she was embarrassed that Penny had left the note but- well, she was in high school.

“Oh. Er, my-” Marinette pauses, trying to think of a good word for Penny. “Guardian put a note in my lunch. I think she was worried since it’s my first day.” She says, shrugging.

“Guardian?” He asks. Marinette winces.

“Yeah. Guardian.” She says. He opens his mouth, probably to ask another question, but his friend cuts him off.

“Harv, cool it with the questions.” He says. His friend- Harv?- pouts, but nods.

“Sorry about that. I’m Harvey, by the way. Harvey Dent.” He says. Marinette smiles.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She says, glancing at the ‘angry’ boy. She raises an eyebrow to him and he snorts.

“Really? You don’t know me?” He asks, and it didn’t sound pretentious. Instead, he sounded shocked. And a little tired. Marinette shrugs.

“Haven’t been in Gotham for very long.” She says.

“I’m Bruce.” He says. “Welcome to Gotham Academy.” Marinette smiles back at the boy. Maybe Gotham Academy wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be.

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ellienettie · 2 years

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"Did you know..." Dick starts, fingers moving to push stray pieces of hair away from Marinette's face. Her face was red, eyes wide open at Dick's close proximity to her. "Did you know that you can't pout with your eyes closed?"

What.

What?

"What?"

Dick smirked, charming face looking down at hers with a teasing expression. "You can't pout with your eyes closed. Do I need to repeat myself again?"

Marinette scoffed, lightly pushing him away. "Where'd you get that information? Of course you can pout with your eyes closed."

"Yeah? Do it. Prove me wrong."

Marinette huffs, clearly annoyed with Dick. "Fine! I will!" She closed her eyes tightly, puckering her lips right in front of Dick.

She was about to smile and tell him that she was right when she felt Dick's lips on her. Her eyes opened with surprise and just as fast Dick's mouth leaves her.

"Well. Proved me right there, sweetheart." His cocky grin was enough to get her annoyed again.

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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Remembrance

CW: Referenced Character Death, Grieving, Blood and Injury

The ticking of the obnoxious clock persists at the back of his mind as he awkwardly looks around the room. The overhead lamps sway gently, mingling with the heat rising from his mug. A stack of unwashed cups on the sink tell him that they aren't the first guests in the tiny apartment.

Dick slouches on top of the barstool. The space is so scarce that he touches elbows with Bruce. Bruce who looks worse for the wear. Rumpled clothes. Pronounced dark circles under his eyes. Downturned mouth.

"Thank you, Sabine." Bruce clears his throat as the woman hands him his tea. Sabine settles down in front of them.

"Two years now." The woman runs her thumb on the side of her mug. "I thought . . . I thought it gets better . . ."

Dick spots a photo on the kitchen wall. There's many scattered around. The bright beaming face reminds him that he doesn't know much about her. But he has heard stories. Lots of stories.

"I know," says Bruce.

Sabine gives a forlorn smile. "Have you visited the grave yet?"

"Not yet. We'll go later this afternoon."

She nods. "I think her friends went earlier. They stopped by for a bit."

Dick wonders why Bruce took him to see the Dupain-Chengs, but as he looks more closely, he figures out why. The one beside him isn't Bruce Wayne, wearing false remorse and a forced smile. It's Bruce Wayne, a grieving father.

"Ah, I almost forgot—" Sabine stands up and heads to the bookcase. "I hadn't had the chance to show you this."

She brings over a bulky photo album. It looks like a tribute entirely for Marinette: class pictures, photos of her childhood, of her achievements.

"I remember this." Sabine points to one of the pictures. There's a blur on the picture as it captures a girl spinning, wearing a layered pink dress. "It was one of her biggest projects. She was so proud of it."

"She showed me a picture." A smile tugs at Bruce's lips.

"And this." Sabine flips a page to reveal candid pictures of Marinette and her friends. "Adrien and Chloé gathered most of these and gave it to us. I think this one was taken at the Liberty, and this other one at school. And this one looks like it's in Chloé's room."

An empty laugh escapes her as her finger slides to another photo: a little girl wearing an oversized apron, holding a tray of pastries. "And this, oh, she was always clumsy. But she did her best in the bakery. Our regulars adored her."

"Also . . ." Her voice breaks as she turns another page. "Her favorite picture of you."

Sabine plucks it out of the album to give to Bruce. Dick's gaze flickers to it as he sips his tea quietly. It shows a younger Bruce sitting in the bakery, in the middle of a conversation with Marinette. The picture sits still, but Dick imagines the girl avidly talking about her day as her father listens.

"I wish I noticed." Sabine sniffs, combing a hand through her hair. "She was always late, always staying up, randomly disappearing."

Bruce looks at the back of the photo. A small ladybug is doodled at one corner.

"She was just a little girl." Sabine blinks through her tears. "And—and she was protecting the entire city . . . she—she could've told us."

A glaze appears over Bruce's eyes. Dick assumes it's only a trick of the light.

"It's not your fault," Bruce consoles. "No one knew. She did it to protect you and Tom."

Sabine takes a deep breath. "But how could she . . ."

"She made all kinds of sacrifices," Bruce uttered softly. "Even if it hurt her."

Like father and daughter, huh, Dick supplies in his mind. He turns his attention back to his mug. He doesn't know what to say. He has only known about her for two years, since Bruce told them that the Parisian hero was actually their sister.

"I could've done more. As her mother."

"It's alright. She's with Jea now. She's earned her peace."

Dick takes another sip. He feels like an intruder; he doesn't know Marinette well enough to mourn properly. And when he sweeps that little regret aside, all that's left is the stomach-twisting guilt.

Guilt for failing Paris. For not knowing about the situation until the problem came to a close. For letting two teenagers suffer at the hands of a madman for so long.

For letting one of them die.

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The statue stands as two figures back-to-back. One is a girl with pigtails, poised gracefully and the other is her alter ego, a heroine wielding a yoyo. Flowers, gifts, and cards are huddled at the pedestal, in front of the golden plaque.

Tim puts his fingers over the base of the statue. It bears other fingerprints and markings—signs of other people who paid their respects. He glances at Damian beside him, who has a faraway look in his eyes, and then looks at the distorted reflection of Jason on the metal.

Tim sighs. "Everyone's forgetting something."

Damian looks at him skeptically.

"She's a Wayne." He puts his hands in his pockets. "Waynes don't just die."

"It's been two years, Drake," says Damian. "And you're proposing that she's alive?"

Tim gazes up at the figure of Ladybug. It portrays her as someone fearless. Capable. Despite not knowing her, he deems it a poor depiction.

It doesn't tell the whole story.

"Look, B disappeared and we got him back." He cocks his head towards the man on the bench. "That one literally died and came back to life. Who says it'll be different for her?"

"Leave it alone, Replacement." Jason doesn't look up from his book. "She's dead. There was a body and a funeral. We went to that funeral."

"I know but—"

"Sometimes it's better to stay dead."

Tim whips around, wide eyes directed towards Jason. "Are you saying—"

"I'm saying she deserves to rest." Jason snaps his book shut. "After all that fighting, she did it, she caught the bad guy and she doesn't need to be brought into another mess."

Tim knows what he means. If Bruce told them about her at some point after the defeat of Hawkmoth, she would've been inevitably dragged into the jaws of danger in Gotham. Of course, Bruce would fight to keep her out of it but worlds still collide even if you don't intend them to.

He turns back to the statue. Damian is eerily silent.

"I'm just saying," Tim grumbles. "There's always a small chance."

He feels a tug on his sleeve. Damian pulls him aside, steering him to the bench to make room for two Parisians approaching the statue.

One of them, a boy, is carrying a bouquet of white roses, lilies, and chrysanthemums. A branch of plum blossom sits at the center of the arrangement. The other, a girl, holds a framed photo.

Tim pretends to look around the park but eavesdrops on the conversation.

"Adrien—"

"I'm okay," the boy replies tersely.

The girl reaches up to rub his back.

"I'm just so tired. They keep talking about how she was a hero, how she saved Paris and it makes me sick." Exasperation blends with the boy's tone. "She's not just . . . she was—is—more than that."

Tim has seen it on the news: the glorification of her sacrifice, ignoring the ghastly truth. She wasn't just Ladybug, the admirable guardian of Paris. She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a girl the city failed to protect.

"I know." The girl's shoulders sag. "I can tell my dad to take everything down."

From his periphery, Tim recognizes the boy. Adrien Agreste, son of the man who terrorized Paris for years, who later revealed himself as the former partner of the fallen heroine.

"Don't go blaming yourself again," the girl tells Adrien firmly.

"I won't."

"I'm serious." She huffs. "I'll call Kags and Luka later. We're staying at the hotel tonight."

". . . Thanks, Chloé."

Tim checks his watch. They'll be meeting Bruce and Dick in the cemetery in a while.

---

Jason bites back a curse when the first drops of rain land on his head. The day passed quickly, draining more energy from him than expected, and so he decided to take a quick stroll in Paris. The path is barely lit, but it doesn't bother him. Unlike Gotham, Paris doesn't harbor fetid air and preying criminals.

Should've brought an umbrella. He left the hotel the moment he felt suffocated. The others are keeping to themselves that night. Bruce is burying himself in work, Tim is attached to his laptop, Dick is making a call to Alfred, and Damian is idly browsing the television channels.

He thinks back to Tim's words. Yes, death is devastating. Sorrowful. Numbing. But it's forgiving. The girl doesn't have to endure the cruelty of life anymore. Jason knows that.

One day, the pain will completely dissipate, and regrets will be replaced by fond memories. The wound is still fresh though it doesn't mean people can't move on.

He wishes Bruce can move on.

A flicker of movement catches his eye.

His hand flies to the weapon at his belt, stance turning into a defensive one. He focuses on the sounds, on his honed senses, as he examines the area.

It's empty. There's nothing.

Yet the wind whistles and goosebumps emerge on his skin. Jason steps to the side after checking behind him. For a second, he considers it to be his imagination, a product of the dreary events that day.

His gut says otherwise. Another presence passes by him but it's closer. His hold tightens on his gun as his hand curls into a fist. Drizzles gradually transform into pelting drops.

It hits him out of nowhere. Claws digging into his shoulders, knocking him down onto the ground. He's engulfed in both the shadows and a nightmarish creature. Its eyes are hollows of darkness, but its jaws—wide and bared—hold endless rows of needle-like teeth. The monster pins him down with four limbs, with its tail swishing above them.

Ignoring the trickling blood on his chest, he moves to the left as the tail pierces the concrete next to his head. It retracts and aims again, and he dodges as far as he can. His fingers twitch towards his belt, desperately reaching for his knife, but the claws instantly lock his wrists in an ironclad grip.

Jason clenches his teeth. How? The akumas stopped two years ago. There hasn't been a threat in Paris since then.

White-hot pain sears his chest as the tail slashes at his collarbone. Jason's arm trembles as he tries to push the monster off him. The rain, devoid of mercy, makes it harder to lift himself and the dim lights make it nearly impossible to see. His assailant hisses at his face.

A sudden force slams the creature to the side. Jason wastes no time bringing his gun out. Before he can take a proper look of his surroundings, more monsters launch themselves towards him. One has wings. One possesses two heads. Another is bulkier than the others.

What the fuck? Where did they come from? He bends to dodge a swipe, steps to the side to avoid a tackle, and shoots half-blindly. The bullets have no effect on them. Not surprising.

He decides that his best option is to escape, but he can't let them target innocent civilians. He begins running up the street, grunting as the rain stabs at his wounds. The monsters follow after him. Great. He pushes his knife into one of the heads. It sticks to the creature, drawing out an ear-splitting screech, tapered tongue shaking wildly.

Labored breaths push out of his lungs. He falls to the ground again, completely cornered. Completely out of options. While his head grows dizzy, his eyes threaten to close.

Out comes his unknown savior. The monsters snarl and claw at a different presence. Jason lets his head fall back on the ground—he only hears punches thrown and the intelligible gurgles from the creatures. One of his hands reaches into his pocket to send a distress signal to his location.

Moments later, he manages to prop himself up on his hands and knees. The hideous monsters are stuck in a battle with a figure that he can't see clearly, even as he squints. Rays of black flit in and out of his vision. A sphere made of hexagons. Outlines of twin swords. He sees the monsters shrink, as if they are made of liquid, and retreat back into the shadows.

A flash of lightning illuminates the city for a split second. Jason stares back at a face he's seen countless times that morning, and a pair of glowing eyes bathed in the hue of the Pits.

#maribat #maribat fic #maribat fanfic #maribat marinette dupain-cheng #maribat bruce wayne #maribat jason todd #maribat dick grayson #maribat tim drake #maribat damian wayne #character death #but not really #bio dad bruce wayne #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous

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kashlyn · 2 years

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"Cute🐈‍⬛"

Winter. What better season to cuddle with your green eyed, cat-like boyfriend that is still getting used to the magic affecting his very being?

As everyone surrounded their favorite dark blue haired parisian who's beauty can rival those of a fairy, the green eyed youngest member of the family nuzzled his head into her neck.

After the incident that happened last week, the family that stayed in the large mansion called The Wayne Manor, consisting of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, and Damian Wayne, grew a dislike for the cold. For it made their resident magic user go into a deep sleep that they feared was death.

And so, the butler of the family, Alfred Pennyworth, suggested the idea for everyone to move to the head of the house's study, which had a fireplace that could warm them up.

Dick took a particular liking to the idea, as he dashed to his room, grabbed a bunch of soft pillows, blankets, and snacks and ordered his younger siblings to start making a pillow fort that is not too close to the fire to burn, yet not too far so Damian's beloved can still feel warm and cozy.

Currently, everyone is lounging around the fire inside the fort, making sure the girl with pink pajamas named Marinette is kept warm at all costs So she would not fall into hibernation.

No one knows when it happened, but the pets also joined in with the family as they enjoyed each other's company in silence.

No yelling.

No screaming.

No fighting.

No knives.

Just comfortable silence around the fire as it snowed outside.

As the boys heard the purring of a cat, they just assumed that it was the cat named Alfred that did so, especially because the said cat was seated in his master's lap.

… But Marinette knew better.

After all, she was right beside him as he did so.

"Dami, did you just… Did you just purr?"

And like that, the comfortable silence became awkward, neither knowing how to react.

"I do believe he did, Miss. Marinette. Quite adorably too, may I add." Alfred the human confirmed as a fond smile graced his aging face.

The girl practically jumped from her seat into her lover's arms. "Omg Dami, that really was cute!! Ah! I'm sorry I moved! Are you still comfortable? You were just so cute I couldn't help myself" Marinette, unaffected by the bafflement of everyone else from the family, said while fussing over her boyfriend.

Damian on the other hand, was red faced with embarrassment, affection at his angel's fussing, and anger as he saw the look on his brother, Jason's, face.

Knowing he can't disagree with both Alfred and Marinette without disrespecting the former and hurting the feelings of the latter, he simply glared at his brothers, daring them to say anything.

"Very Cute"

Unfortunately for him, he was not expecting his elder sister, Cass, whom he respected more than most, to chime in.

This caused the rest of the family to break their silence and began teasing their youngest. Or in Dick and his father's case, gushing and documenting the adorable display by accessing the room's CCTV so thy can both have a copy of the moment. (unknown to them, Tim was doing the same but with completely different motivations)

Weeks passed, the incident almost forgotten by the family and only being reminded when Mari starts calling her boyfriend "My Dark Kitten".

Until Red Hood, in all his glory, just had to make his brother's life worse.

At first he started telling people how much he admired Dick, next he praised Tim's brain in front of the whole Justice League (really, that should have raised the flags for Damian), and finally he discussed how he was glad to have been taken in by the Batman, himself. (With this, even more so!)

It started off as a normal meeting at first, with the elder members talking about updates and how they can help the situation in paris to help the people heal from the emotional terrorist that they suffered from.

But then the current robin started urging people to get a certain class out of the city and have a vacation that he was convinced they needed.

Of course, none of the members of the JL (other than Wonder Woman and the Bat clan) knew that that class consists of most members of the Miracle Team but most of them already knew the identity of Robin and the Batfam and so Jason began his master plan.

"Aww that's cute, Demon spawn. Just admit you just want to see your angel"

The whole league froze (including Jon, who was also there), wondering if Red Hood had another death wish because he called Robin cute of all things.

"Tsk. What are you implying, incompetent bafoon?" Unsheathing his Katana, Robin glared at Red Hood. "I am nothing of the sort, you imbe-"

"So are you saying A was WRONG?" The ex street kid, mocked. "That your angel was LYING…"

And finally, with a smirk, unseen by the people without x-ray vision because of his red helmet, he finished with the nickname that would create chaos for years to come.

"Dark Kitten~"

By now Robin was seething with anger. But he couldn't enact on his feelings because doing so would mean agreeing on the questions his adoptive brother pushed forward.

Around them, the entirety of the League was preparing themselves for a fight. Expecting the bat's youngest to attack the ex crime lord.

When nothing came, Jon was practically shaking in fear while the meme "no one plans a murder outloud" was playing in his brain.

"Don't worry, Demon Spawn! Your anger is just making you more adorable! Aww~" Hood kept taunting.

By now, Batman continued with the meeting, ignoring his two green eyed children… and the rest of his children that started joining in.

Sigh why did he get the feeling that this was a petty revenge from three people that were constantly cleaning up their messes?

More time passed as the rest of the Bat family kept calling Robin Cute or Dark Kitten.

There was even one incident that Spoiler accidentally called him Dark Kitten while she joined Robin for patrol, which got confused looks from the rogues at first but then they started calling him that too (even if he wasn't currently dressed up as a cat).

Rogues calling him that got so frequent that he just snapped and yelled, "DO NOT CALL ME DARK KITTEN! I AM HER DARK KITTEN! ONLY MY BELOVED ANGEL CAN CALL ME THAT!!" Which became viral after a random civilian was able to take a video of it and posted it on multiple platforms.

And thus, when Damian finally dropped the mantle of Robin, and started wearing an assassin themed leather suit with a cat-eared hood, everyone already knew what his new name was.

Dark Kitten, along with Ladybug, became a power duo that was known to roam the land in search of different accessories while beating thugs and creating peace along the way.

Even so, people never really stopped calling him cute throughout the years.

And maybe… Just maybe… He has really gotten attached used to the compliment.

But don't tell his brothers that or you may end up in your grave a little early.

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blackroserelina · 1 year

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Is there any story where Marinette is related to Dick? Like she's his child or sister. I would really like to read some stories like that right now.

#maribat #platonic dickinette #maribat dick grayson

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person25 · 3 months

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for some reason, every time i get back into dc and/or miraculous i always end up here:

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raeuberprinzessin · 1 year

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As I promised a while ago:

Dragons platonic ABO AU

So, I've read some platonic Omegaverse stories and damn, that shit can be so fluffy and I'm always down for some fluff 🤩

Characters being happy and cute and everyone joining the cuddling session and I just fell in love 😂

And I also read some Dragon!AUs and I thought, why not both? Both were a different fandom and yeah, I think Maribat needs an AU with dragons and platonic ABO dynamics.

There's a lot of worldbuilding, the story idea, if you want to skip there, starts after **********

So, the different dynamics have nothing to do with reproduction, they are more like a biological manifestation (hormones etc.) of the social role they lean towards. A group of dragons in which these dynamics come into play is called a Pride (yeah, I like "a Pride of dragons", I think it has a ring to it 😁). Humans don't have a dynamic, only dragons or part-dragons do. Part-dragons are called serpent (if the mother was a human and they were born in their human form) or drake (if the mother was a dragon and they hatched).

Alphas are competitive and often trying to show off. They thrive on conflict (doesn't have to be a serious one) and competition.

Betas draw their strengths from solitude and themselves. They avoid conflicts or act as mediators, partly because their chances are the worst if they actually get caught up in a conflict, but they are also the most peace-loving dragons.

Omegas thrive on having an active social circle, the bigger the better. They draw their strength from their love for others. Usually they are calm and don't get themselves involved in arguments, but if their Pride is endangered, they can be lethal. A pissed off omega is nothing anyone would ever want to face.

Dragons are usually born as an egg and hatch after a few months. Baby dragons are called hatchlings (even serpents who are born in their human form), in their early teens they present as their dynamic and are then called dragonlings. Since dragons live a lot longer than humans they are only considered adult dragons (by other dragons) in their mid-twenties to early-thirties. Trying to seriously court before then will not be received well by a dragonling's Pride.

If two eggs are laid in a clutch, fraternal twins end up being omega and alpha, identical twins are usually both betas.

There are no "rules" for who is in charge of a Pride, but omegas often have an easier time, since their social skills are higher.

Every dynamic goes through a hormonal cycle every few months but how they experience it differs from person to person. Some want to cuddle, some need warmth, some only eat raw meat during their cycle. But the most comfortable way to spend the cycle is usually in one's own nest with a few Pride mates close by to offer cuddles, comfort, someone to talk to or to fetch something they need.

The laws differ between countries, but since humans haven't had the wish to fight a dragon since the middle ages and especially the older, famous Prides did their best to present dragons as harmless if not provoked (and they also had the money and influence to steer public opinion in that direction), the laws aren't too restrictive in most places. In places like Gotham, which has a very long history influenced by dragons and was co-founded by dragons, hence all the gargoyles, they are actually pretty lax. And in France for example there are several dragon protection laws in place.

So, I think this is enough about worldbuilding. Here comes the story idea (but if you feel inspired by the world building, go ahead, have fun and tag me, so I can have fun as well 😅):

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The Dupain-Chengs were a young couple of bakers who barely had anything to do with dragons until one day when they were just about to close their bakery there was a woman rushing in.

She asked them to take care of the egg she held in her arms, saying that she had to fear that the egg's grandfather would cast the egg out or mistreat the little hatchling.

Since the young couple were good people and wouldn't want a baby, dragon or human, to be treated badly, they agreed and the woman gave them a big shawl made of shedded dragon skin. The old skin of the egg's mother, the woman explained. They would need the shawl to prove they didn't steal the egg.

The next day they went to the authorities and explained what happened. Usually an abandoned egg would be given to another Pride who was willing to raise another hatchling, especially the older prides were always eager to add fresh blood. But since they had the shawl, they could prove that the egg's mother had chosen them and therefore they were allowed to keep the egg, if they would comply with the statutory requirements. These included classes about parenting a hatchling, social structures between dragons, dragon biology and more like this, as well as at least one adult dragon (or serpent/drake) who was willing to support them (that's how they met Nadja, a beta who felt a bit lonely, since her Pride wasn't from Paris, and was happy to help). The requirements also said that at least after her presentation she would have to be enrolled in a school with at least 30% dragonlings.

Since the Francois-Dupont schools were highly recommended integrated schools (schools with a special focus on dragonlings and human-dragon-relationships), they sent their hatchling, they called her Marinette, there.

Marinette presented as an omega during the summer break. Her parents tried hard and did a good job, but there were still some things they couldn't teach her, so she turned to Nadja and to doing her own research. She started to babysit Manon, because it gave her another dragon in her social circle and when she went through her cycle the first time, she realized there were things her parents just couldn't understand: As an omega her need for a big social circle wasn't satisfied with her parents allowing her to sleep in their bedroom during her cycle. And they wouldn't allow her friends Nino and Kim, two dragons from her class she befriended, to stay in her nest with her. As humans they only saw it as two teenage boys sleeping in the same bed as their teenage daughter.

That's why Marinette started to do her own research, so she could better understand her instincts. This was why her teacher, Madame Bustier, a human, didn't really recognize the formerly meek and quiet girl after the break. Marinette grew and didn't accept getting pushed around anymore. Not by her teacher, with whom she had a very serious talk outside, and not by Chloe, an alpha drake.

Since Marinette feels more comfortable in her skin (or shall I say scales?), she gets more confident and her natural leader qualities easily put her in the spot of the Pride's Head or Prima of the school's Pride. For most students the Pride of Francois Dupont is not their primary Pride (that would be their family), but since the school is meant as an integrated school there are also many students like Marinette or Chloe, who don't have a suitable primary Pride available.

One of these students is Adrien, a beta drake, who has to attend the school now, since his mother disappeared.

Adrien at first only knows Chloe and she also scares everyone else away. Chloe is his friend, but he really would like to formally be accepted into the Pride, but that can't happen, if Chloe scares everyone away and he can't even talk to his classmates.

That's the way it goes for a week until the Prima, an omega dragon he feels pretty intimidated by, snaps and drags Chloe off to an unknown location. Another beta dragon introduces himself as Nino, assures him that he doesn't have to worry about Chloe, because Marinette, the Prima, would never harm any of them and invites him to hang out.

Adrien slowly befriends his classmates after that. Chloe gives him more space and seems to keep closer to Marinette. He still feels intimidated, until she gifts him a scarf for his birthday. That's the first time he sees her self-conscious as she explains that she sewed a few of her scales from one of her shedded skins on the edges, because she read that they are needed to create an official acceptance present for a new Pride member. It's actually a tradition old established Prides follow, but since Marinette found out about it in her research, she thinks it's normal and she likes the idea, that her Pride members have something that smells like her.

Since Adrien's mother was the only dragon he had in France and the rest of his Pride lives in the UK (Amelie, Felix, maternal grandparents, his uncle before he died), Marinette as his new Prima has some legal leverage over Gabriel, who as a human is considered a less important bond. Adrien still lives with Gabriel, since he assured Marinette that he doesn't want to leave his father all alone, but Marinette put her foot down about his schedule, so he has less modeling gigs and only the extra curriculars he likes, like fencing. Adrien is still a bit intimidated, but he also adores her, because not many people are willing to butt heads with his dad and come out on top.

They are still Ladybug and Chat Noir, by the way, but since they hide being dragons when they transform it only changes the dynamic a bit, so they feel a lot more like siblings and best friends with no romantic interest.

Marinette also still attracts the attention of Jagged Stone, who is an alpha dragon and excited to hear, that his kids Juleka (alpha serpent) and Luka (omega serpent) are already friends with his new favourite designer.

Kagami and her mother are both alphas and when Kagami joins the fencing team Adrien recognizes another lonely kid when he sees one, so he asks Marinette to watch the fencing class the next time and introduces Kagami to her.

Kagami has only her mother from her Pride in Paris and since they are both alphas, she enjoys spending time with Adrien and Marinette. They have a calming effect on her and she is happier. At first her mother tries to forbid Kagami from spending time with them, she only accepts them, when Adrien and Marinette convince her to send Kagami to their school (it may have also helped that Marinette "casually" mentioned how close she is with Nadja).

Amelie and Felix end up coming to Paris, because they want to take Adrien back to London, but there they meet Marinette and Amelie, a beta dragon, is so endeared by her, she decides to stay in Paris and send Felix to the same school to get to know Marinette. Felix can't understand what his aunt, a beta dragon, like his mother, from an old Pride, saw in his uncle, a human designer with dubious talents (as Felix says).

Felix is an alpha dragonling, so it's not a surprise that he likes to show off his skills as an actor and a magician. And how smart he is, obviously. When his cycle arrives after he joined the class he butts heads with the other alphas of the school's Pride, especially Chloe, Kim, Alix and Kagami, since he's around them more.

The last addition to the class is Lila, who spends her first day lying about being an omega. It turns out there were only 3 dragons at her last boarding school and die other two were beta twins several classes above her and her classmates seemed to like her more as an omega than an alpha. Her mother is human and her father a drake, which makes her a serpent and she still can't transform into her dragon form. That's why her dragon grandparents finally relented and allowed her mother to have her with her.

Since this version of Marinette is much mote confident she doesn't let this lying grow and points to the information about Lila on file and after getting to the root of the problem, they assure her that she is just as welcome as an alpha.

Just like Chloe, Lila turns out to be a bit clingy and asks Marinette to stay with her during her cycle.

The school actually has a so called nesting room where the dragon and part-dragon students can hang out and build their nests. Human students need to be invited, which doesn't happen often, because humans don't have the instincts to nest and for most of them it's boring or childish, since it's basically hanging out in a pillow fort, sleeping and cuddling for most of the time.

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean Damian Wayne (alpha dragon) has found his place in his father's Pride. He learns from his father Bruce Wayne (omega dragon, Primus of the Wayne Pride) and his siblings Richard Grayson (alpha dragon), Cassandra Cain (beta dragon), Jason Todd (omega serpent), Timothy Drake (omega dragon, but with more beta mannerisms than other omegas, because his parents needed him to be a beta like they were) and Duke Thomas (human meta) and everyone else in his extended family.

During patrol one night his mother lures him away to ask him if he is happy. When he says yes, she tells him she will do something, so his grandfather will leave him alone for good, although she couldn't say that about Ra's obsession with Tim, since that obsession might become worse.

He reports the incident and they realize that there could be only one explanation: Damian has a twin sister and his mother is going to get her, to present her to his grandfather. Since Damian knows that his grandfather is displeased by his presenting as an alpha, since an omega would have better skills as the leader of the league, and that's one of the reasons Ra's preferred Tim, he knows that his grandfather had no idea about his granddaughter. Otherwise he would already train her. This also means his mother must have made sure, she was well hidden, she might not even know herself where she was.

Of course they will move heaven and earth to find their lost little sister and protect her from the league. They just wish that stupid magical terrorist in Paris could have waited until they found her and made sure she is safe.

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the-coffee-fandom · 9 months

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Kon: Hey… You know I love you right?

Marinette: You better.

Kon: So I only mean the best when I say this.

Marinette: *raises eyebrow*

Kon: But isn’t that…a lot of chocolate?

Marinette: *looks at every kitchen countertop full of some sort of chocolate treat* I don’t see your point. This is a regular amount.

Kon: I really don’t think it is…

Marinette: Hey this is *your* fault

Kon: *puts hands up in surrender*

Dick: *enters room* Oh…well… I know I asked for treats… but this is not what I meant…

Marinette: Don’t be so self-centered. This is all for me.

Dick: Seriously?

Marinette: *gives him an amused smirk*

Dick: You had me for a second there

Jason: *enters room* Oh wow…is that for me? *points to a tray of pain au chocolat*

Marinette: It is

Jason: Thanks Pixie

Duke: *walks in room. Turns around and walks out*

Tim: *enters* what’s up with him? *sees treats* Oh. Can I have some?

Marinette: *shoots a look at Kon*

Kon: Yeah I see why you made so much now. Sorry *kisses cheek*

Marinette: I would forgive you but I know you’re stealing a croissant behind my back after I told you not to touch

Kon: *drops croissant and backs up with hands up sheepishly*

Marinette: *rolls eyes and pulls him down into a kiss*

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jayphoenic · 1 year

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Tumblr Maribat AU Prompt Recommendations 4

Letters revealing a scary truth by @mysnis

"Please reach JL, villain in Paris."

"What? A villain in Paris?" Bruce asked. He frowned. "Why is she hiding it?"

"I'm hoping that the previous letters will reveal that." Tim answered. Damian stared between the two before heading to his room. He came back quickly looking at them.

Lost and Found by @soulmate-game

This doesn't actually have a title

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

De-Aged by @timinette-is-best

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

Innocence, avoidance by @consumeconstantly

To be more precise, he’s hoping that she’s simply avoiding his detection, and hasn’t gotten swept up in something bad.

It takes Jason three hours-- three hours-- to find the girl who can’t be much older than ten. Probably not even ten, judging by her size.

“You’re lucky it’s me finding you, and not someone else, Pixie.” He finally catches a glance of her glaringly sparkly backpack, complete with fairies and unicorns covered in some sort of holographic overlay.

The New Adoptee by @purple-goo-writes , @mochegato & @thepacifistavenger

This doesn't actually have a title

Alfred will tell him. Alfred knows everything.

“Master Bruce, I’m shocked at you. Surely you know your most recent adoptee’s name?”

Adoptee?! When–? How??

There’s a light tap just below his right shoulder blade–she really is a tiny slip of a thing–and he turns to meet her wide-eyed, innocent, sapphire gaze. Oh, no. Did she learn this look from Jason? Or is it her own and that’s how it is that she fits in so well with the rest?

Taglist:

@waremyth @onfire-garbagecan @dyinggirldied @mystarlightlight @leftguard66 @255940g @virgil-is-a-cutie @the-dumber-scaramouche @mewwitch @dopefirevoidscissors @bambicambi @batmanzplan @just-a-bottle-of-chaos @luvielle @elijahcrevan @gotham-redridinghood @chelama @intercoursefluids @weirdo-with-no-beardo @chocolate1721 @slytherinpride35 @summerfox1988 @skyerie

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liquid-luck-00 · 7 months

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Marks of Magic

Day 6 Cat of Maribat Spooktober 2023

First *** Previous *** Next

Language and cursing is used

1600 Words

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Well shit.

"Miss Marinette how do you know of the kwamii, especially those two?" Alfred questioned and she curled a bit under his gaze.

"I… Paon." She looked up at him, but averted her eyes towards Jay, but he was staring at both herself and Alfred. "August 24th 1944."

She looked up, the words she was speaking didn’t seem like her own. But she knew them all the same. Alfred seemed to pale.

"How do you know that?" He staggered slightly, catching himself on the back of a couch.

"It’s when they were lost." She shrugged, the story that Fu passed to her easily came to her mind, because it wasn’t her memory but Fu’s. (Guardians pass memories along to the next so they wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.)

"I am so lost, Alfie?" Dick rose and tried to get the older man to talk.

"You are much to young."

"Ha." She snorted. "And you think I didn’t tell Fu that."

She crossed her arms.

"Where are they? You said they were lost, how? I can’t seem to remember." Dick had gotten him to sit down but his every question sent pangs through her heart.

"They have been found, and are safe." She was still fiddling with her ring.

"The miraculous of the black cat." Alfred spoke so certainly that it forced her to look up, away from the the kwamii she had drawn. "Where is he? He can come out, we…"

He looked around at the boys but stopped when his eyes landed on her. Silent tears rushed her face, all the words she has been wanting to share choked her.

Tikki, she wishes she was still here but that will never happen. Plagg, she didn’t meet often but he really did care about her, the other kwamii, and especially Chat Noir. Chat Noir has it worse she has told herself constantly. More than likely Plagg was his friend too and then overnight without warning he was gone, no way to contact her, and not knowing why.

"Nettie…" Jay stepped towards her, quickly glancing between her and Alfred, stopping in his tracks. "What’s going on?"

"They’re gone." She finally choked out. "I got the grimore, Nooroo, and even Dusuu back, but… I miss them."

"What did you do?" Alfred dropped down onto the floor and lifted her chin.

"I won the war in Paris."

"What war?" Dick she thinks spoke but her eyes were on Alfred, his aura calming her.

She pulled out her phone and quickly searched it, turning the device towards the others.

"What is this!" A voice she wasn’t expecting practically growled, Bruce was standing in the room, reading over Dick’s shoulder.

"You made a wish?"

The question wasn’t accusatory, but she flinched. "No, but it might have hurt less if I did." She finally looked away from the group.

"Marinette, who are you?" Alfred asked her, she looked up and something clicked a flash of dark blue light emulated from him. Pinned on his lapel was none other than the miraculous of the peacock. The man tenderly touched the broach as if it was going to disappear forever, she knew she could trust him, so with that she took a breath.

"I am, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Holder of the miraculous of the ladybug, the heroine of Paris, Ladybug, and the guardian of the Chinese zodiac Box of Miracles." She addressed resolutely, her conviction and pride fueled every word, while understanding seemed to flood Alfred’s features.

"If I had known… " Alfred whispered, looking at her like the pieces fell into place.

"Are you saying this happened, that children fought this maniac. Why not ask for help, there are other heroes in Paris, even the Justice League could have sent reinforcements." Bruce seemed to seethe.

"It’s not like I was given a choice, the other heroes left or quit, besides the Justice League knew about it and did nothing." She became defensive, even if she felt she could trust them, Bruce’s tone rubbed her the wrong way. She started this fight at the tender age of 11. Fought a magical war while trying to not feel anything for 3 years. Endured bullying and heartbreak for just as long, but couldn’t let herself feel it. So yes she is angry when someone she barely knows is offering ‘solutions’ when she had exhausted them long ago.

She didn’t even notice how quiet the room had gotten, but was staring at the man who offended her character. She was a child when all this started, of course she tried, but why, why would he be so mad. That is what she didn’t understand.

"Master Bruce calm yourself!" Alfred scolded the other adult in the room. (Who was making a straight beeline towards the grandfather clock to his right.)

"It doesn’t matter anymore, it’s over." She sighed finally deflating, knowing that anything done now won’t change anything.

"Miss Marinette, that is not nothing." Alfred stood and faced her.

"That is not something you should have had to do alone."

"I wasn’t, I had a partner." She mumbled as if it would change the minds of the adults.

"You said you were the holder of the ladybug miraculous, but you are wearing the miraculous of the black cat. Did you wield both?" She was asked by Alfred who seemed to know the most.

"I did a few times, but I wasn’t Plagg’s cat, I was Tikki’s. My partner was Chat Noir, he was the holder of the black cat."

"What happened to him?"

"I don’t know?" She shrugged. She took off the ring and started tracing the face of the ring. "Probably worried, Hawkmoth, Plagg, Ladybug, and Chat Noir disappeared without warning from his life. Black cats really are bad luck."

"Nettie, you’re a hero". Jay was now right in front of her, tentatively he reached out and took her hands.

"Was… the kwamii don’t exist in this universe, not anymore."

"My dear." Alfred placed a hand on the top of her head. "This proves they still can. That they are more of the metaphysical than before."

He tapped the broach before pointing to the ring in her hands before noticing her earrings.

"Why don’t you both go to bed, it’s getting late, and it’s a school night." Bruce finally spoke again. He was still angry, yet she could tell his anger wasn’t towards her. Actually she couldn’t tell who he was angry at, but she knows he is.

"Okay." Mari palmed the last tears from her eyes as Jay stood up and pulled her from the room.

•••

"Alfred tell us all you can." Master Bruce marched down the steps into the cave.

Master Dick and himself followed. "I don’t know what exactly happened to her, but the miraculous, I may be able to shed some light on."

"If my math is correct she was eleven when all of that started. B she was a child." Master Dick was horrified.

Although he went through similar event he was older, the boy was only 13 at the time of his parents accident after all. Master Bruce was also young during his parents death, and although he became the Bat it wasn’t until he was and adult.

"Why did no one take it seriously?" He was scanning all calls to the Justice league, until a call log from Paris showed on the screen marked from two and a half years ago.

‘You’ve reached the Justice League, how can we help?’ A bored voice, the log said Booster Gold, answered the phone with a yawn.

‘Hello! Please Paris needs adult heroes, all the older heroes left and we can’t keep this up!’ A young female voice started to rush their words.

‘I’ve told you before, kid, nothing has happened in Paris. Stop prank calling. This line is only for actual emergencies that require actual heroes.’ Booster Gold seemed to wave the girl off. ‘Don’t call again.’

They continued through the log, some earlier calls were looked into but since nothing seemed to be proven they dropped the inquiry. If what they saw from the site the Ladyblog it was no wonder. All damage all lives taken were brought back in pristine condition. Ladybug, Marinette, and who she called Chat Noir were the primary heroes for the past three years. Few other heroes would aid them, which he recognized the miraculous that they used.

"We can’t do anything about this can we." Master Jason had come down into the cave. "She’s asleep."

"The past is past, unfortunately." Master Bruce dragged his hands down his face. "Besides these children are practically meta, or even magic users, right?"

"Yes. But don’t forget these children grew into child soldiers and more than likely they could not trust anyone with this pressure. If Miss Marinette’s emotional collapse is any indication." Alfred supplied.

"Jay go to bed Dick and I will go on patrol."

"But."

"Jason." Bruce snapped at the boy.

"Fine…" The child surrendered, all his fight leaving him at Bruce’s words. The boy trudged up the steps.

"Bruce he’s worried for his friend! Can’t you see that." Master Dick slammed his hands on the desk in front of him.

"She’s a meta Dick."

"She is a child."

"That doesn’t change facts." Bruce spun around to face his elder ward.

"You work with aliens, metas, even magic users, and so do I. Our teams are made up by them, so what’s the difference." Master Bruce didn’t say anything, making the young man even angrier. "Figure it out Bruce." Dick started to walk away, before turning back. "Don’t call until you do."

He left without another word.

"Master Bruce."

Silence.

~~~~~~~~~~

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Marinette was a simple child of parents who loved her, but not each other. Some of her friends at school had parents just like that, but they were divorced. But her parents never actually married, so they didn’t get a cool word. But really, all it meant was that she had to split her time between her Maman and her Dad. Unfortunately for her, her parents had decided to live a whole ocean apart. So she couldn’t just visit on weekends like her friend Max could. But it was finally summer again, and she was finally back in Gotham. Glancing around, Marinette grins widely the second she spots Alfred.

“Alfie!” She cheers, running around the other people in the baggage claim area. Alfred’s lips twitch up into a small smile.

“It’s nice to see you again, Miss Marinette.” He says. Marinette grins widely, pointing to the new gap in her teeth.

“Look! I lost another tooth.” She says. Alfred raises an eyebrow.

“Have you already received a visit from the tooth fairy?” He asks. She nods, holding Alfred’s hand as they walk through the parking lot.

“Where’s dad?” She asks, swinging their arms.

“Do you remember Mr. Kent?” Alfred asks. Marinette nods. He came to the manor a lot more than her dad liked, but she didn’t mind cause he usually brought his son Jon with him. “He and your father are in the middle of a meeting, and he couldn’t step away.” Alfred explains. Marinette resists the urge to ask if Jon was there too. Hopefully it was just a super quick meeting and then her dad could hang out with her. She knew that he was always super busy. He worked at a really big company, and he had a bunch of kids, and he was Batman. But he was still a good dad, and she knew he tried.

“Is Cass home?” She asks, buckling herself into her booster seat (Alfred insisted, even though she tried to convince him that ten was plenty old enough to use a normal seat; apparently she was too short).

“I’m afraid Miss Cass won’t be home for another week or so. Your brothers should all be there, though Master Duke and Master Tim won’t be staying for long. They’re going on a weekend trip with a few friends.” He explains. Marinette hums in surprise. It was really rare for Tim to leave Gotham for something not hero related. She’d have to make a bet with Damian to see what the odds were that Tim and Duke were actually going on a secret mission that they hadn’t told anybody about. It seemed much more likely. Marinette zones out on the rest of the car ride, just watching as her favorite city passes by. She liked Paris and spending time with her Maman, but Gotham had always felt more like her home. Gotham was where her dad and brothers and Alfred were. It was her home. As the manor appears out the window, Marinette grins at the sight of her dad waiting for her outside. The second the car stops, Marinette is out and running to her dad. She launches herself at him and sighs happily as he picks her up and wraps her in a big hug.

“I missed you too.” He says softly, giving her one last squeeze before setting her down. “How was the last week of school?” Marinette sighs dramatically, grinning when she sees the moment her dad spots her new missing tooth.

“I lost another tooth! And Alix didn’t even pull this one out for me.” She says happily. Her dad sighs, but she can tell he really wants to laugh.

“You two are going to cause so much trouble one day, aren’t you?” He asks. Marinette shrugs.

“Depends on if it’s fun or not. Where’re the boys?” She asks, leaning slightly to look past him.

“Tim and Duke are packing, and Jason’s in the library. Last I checked, Dick was also in the library attempting to convince Jason to go do something else.” Her dad says with a small smile, the same smile he always got when he mentioned Jason. The memories weren’t super clear, but she did have some memories of when Jason died. She probably purposefully blocked out most of it, though. (Or that’s what Max thought, when she’d talked to him about it once; he was super smart). That was a rough summer. Tim hadn’t come around yet, and her dad and Dick were both really, really sad. And angry. As much as they’d both tried to hide it from her, she heard them yelling. And she saw the reports of what Batman was doing, even if the news only had stories and never any actual pictures of what Batman had become. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t get her dad back to who he was before Jason died. She spent most of that summer baking with Alfred and drawing in the library on the couch where Jason used to read her stories. By the time she came home for Thanksgiving (a holiday she knew her dad didn’t care about, but one he celebrated so that she could have an excuse to come to Gotham more) Tim was there.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Marinette frowns when she realizes there was a brother missing.

“What about Damian?” She asks. Her dad frowns as Mr. Kent smiles, and that’s when Marinette remembers Damian talking about his new friend, Kent. Her eyes widen. “Is Jon here?” She asks, resisting the urge to just run towards the manor. Her dad opens his mouth to respond, but Mr. Kent cuts him off.

“They’re in the game room closest to the living room.” He says. Marinette squeals out a thanks before rushing off. Time to see Jon!

---

Bruce’s eyes narrow as he looks at one of his oldest friends. Clark just laughs, shaking his head.

“You know she would’ve found them eventually, Bruce.” He says. Bruce huffs.

“That doesn’t mean you had to just send her off to him.” He argues. Clark raises an eyebrow, the amusement clear on his face.

“They’re kids, Bruce. It’s not like they’re going to get married tomorrow-” Clark starts to say, but Bruce cuts him off.

“Or ever.”

“That’s not what Jon said.”

“Clark-”

“Bruce, breathe. Last time they talked, Marinette apparently told Jon that she was going to marry him one day. It was very matter-of-fact and, need I remind you, they’re children. Plenty of kids have crushes that never amount to anything. And besides that, they’re friends, Bruce. Neither of them have many friends that know about everything. You really gonna take that away from either of them?” Clark asks, crossing his arms. Bruce sighs.

“Fine. But we will revisit this conversation in a few years.” He says. Clark chuckles, but agrees. Bruce, who knows how determined his daughter can be, doesn’t laugh.

---

“Jon!” Marinette squeals, running into the room. Jon turns around and grins, opening his arms. Before Marinette can throw herself into the hug, Damian steps between them, frowning. Marinette skids to a stop, raising an eyebrow at her older brother.

“What is the meaning of this?” Damian asks, looking between them. Marinette huffs.

“I was trying to hug my friend.” She says, arms crossed. Damian raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms too.

“Kent is my friend, Marinette.” He says firmly. Marinette’s eyes narrow.

“He was my friend first!” She counters. Damian turns to Jon.

“Well, are you going to say anything?” He asks. Jon’s eyes widen.

“Well, uh, I-” He stammers over his words.

“Leave him out of this! Can’t you see you’re stressing him out!” Marinette yells at her older brother. He scoffs.

“Oh, I’m stressing him out?” He asks. “What about you? Rushing in here and trying to hug him with no prior warning?”

“Jon happens to like my hugs.” Marinette says firmly. Damian snorts humorlessly.

“Are you sure he isn’t just being nice?” He asks. Marinette feels her cheeks turn red.

“Actually-” Jon starts.

“Stay out of this, Kent.” Damian warns. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Why are you such a know it all, all the time?” She asks, trying hard not to scream.

“Why are you such a little baby?” Damian taunts.

“That’s it!” Marinette shrieks before letting out a battle cry. She rushes towards her brother, fists flying. Every time he dodges, she shrieks. She wasn’t trained like he was. It wasn’t fair! Suddenly, arms are around her, lifting her away from Damian just as Damian is restrained by Dick.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is going on in here?” He asks, looking between them. Marinette glances back, stopping kicking when she realizes Jason is the one holding her back. He was officially her favorite brother at the moment.

“Marinette is acting like a child simply because Kent is now my friend.” Damian tuts, tilting his nose up. Marinette’s eyes widen and she immediately starts thrashing around again in an attempt to go kick the heck out of her brother.

“You are the worst! That’s not what happened at all!” She argues.

“Cool it, kiddo.” Jason says quietly. Marinette shakes her head.

“No! He’s being mean, and I’m gonna beat him up for it!” She insists. Damian snorts, but immediately stops at the look Dick gives him.

“Alright. You two clearly need some time apart right now. Jason.” Dick nods towards the door and Marinette’s eyes widen.

“This isn’t fair! Why does Damian get to hang out with Jon? He’s probably hung out with him all day! He’s my friend too!” She complains, going limp in Jason’s hold. Jason sighs, taking her out of the game room and towards the library.

“Just breathe, Mari. I’m sure you’ll get to hang out with Jon a ton this summer. He’s over here all the time now.” Jason says. Marinette’s face falls into a frown. Before Damian came, Jon never wanted to hang out at the manor all the time. Even when Marinette was in town. Did he….was he really her friend? Or was Damian right. “Okay kid, if I set you down, do you promise not to go beat the shit out of the Gremlin?” Jason asks. Marinette nods.

“I uh, I think I’m really tired, Jay. I’m gonna go take a nap, okay?” She’s trying really hard not to cry. Jason frowns, but nods.

“If you’re sure. Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?” He asks. Marinette nods, and gives Jason a half hearted smile before she heads upstairs. Was Jon really her friend?

---

An hour later, Marinette’s door creaks open slightly. She glances over and waves half-heartedly at Jason. He frowns.��

“Hey kid, are you okay? I thought you were gonna take a nap.” He says. Marinette shrugs.

“Not tired anymore.” She says. Jason’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“I was gonna head home,” He starts, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump even more. “But, if you want, you could tag along. I was gonna make spaghetti for dinner.” He adds. Marinette perks up immediately. Damian may want to hog Jon (who may or may not be her friend), but Jason was always there for her.

“Can we watch Little Women? The one with Winona Ryder?” She asks, Jason grins and nods.

“Sure thing, kid. Grab a bag and let Bruce know. I’ll wait outside.” He says. Marinette nods and quickly packs up a backpack, then hesitates. It was only her first night back home. If she asked her dad, she ran the risk of him saying no. And then she’d have to eat dinner with Damian. And Jon. Nope. No, siree, she wasn’t going to risk that. Grabbing a piece of paper from her desk, she scribbles out a little note. It’d be fine, and if he was mad at her…well, he probably wouldn’t be mad. She was leaving a note! Just in case, she hurries down the back stairs and out the side door. No need to risk running into her dad. She’d talk to him tomorrow.

---

Bruce lets his shoulders relax as he walks in and sits down for dinner. Clark had left just after Marinette arrived, but he’d had League business that couldn’t wait. Which meant dinner was the first time he’d be able to actually sit and talk to his daughter since her visit at Easter. Looking around the table, he frowns.

“Has anyone seen Marinette?” he asks. Tim glances around, then shakes his head.

“Uh, no. Actually, I haven’t seen her all day. Wasn’t she coming home today?” He asks. Bruce nods, trying to push down the worry welling up.

“Little D?” Dick says, and Bruce glances at Damian, narrowing his eyes.

“Damian. Care to explain?” Bruce asks. Damian purses his lips and tilts his chin up. A move he got from his mother.

“She was acting like a child. We argued and Todd removed her from the game room.” Damian says simply. Bruce sighs, pinching his nose.

“What was it this time?” He asks, shaking his head. It never seemed to fail. Every time Marinette came to stay, she and Damian found something new to fight about. It never lasted for long, but he’d come to accept it as an undeniable truth. The sky was blue. Grass was green. Damian and Marinette argued. Simple.

“I hardly see how that-”

“They were fighting over me.” Jon blurts out. Bruce raises an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I’m friends with Damian now, too. And so he was mad when Mari was trying to hug me, and then she yelled back at him since we were friends first and I tried to stop them but they kept fighting so Jason and Dick made them split up and then I didn’t get to say anything else to Mari and so she probably hates me now.” Jon rambles, eyes wide as his lower lip trembles. Bruce resists the urge to groan. Of course they were fighting over Jon.

“Shall I go get Miss Marinette from her room?” Alfred asks.

“No, I’ll get her. Damian, tomorrow we’re going to have a talk about friends. And the fact that multiple people can be friends with the same person.” Bruce says firmly, heading towards his youngest daughter’s room. He knocks.

“Mari? Sweetie, it’s time for dinner.” Bruce says. He frowns when she doesn’t answer. “Mari?” He calls, knocking again. Bruce purses his lips. Perhaps she fell asleep? He knocks one more time before gently pushing the door open. He doesn’t panic at the empty room. He’s completely calm and collected. The paper that catches his eye on her desk, the letter letting him know that she’d be back the next day and not to worry- that’s what makes him panic. Flashbacks of five years ago. An empty bedroom. A note. A crumpled form in the middle of an explosion. Steadying his breath, he rushes downstairs. He wouldn’t go through that again. He couldn’t.

“Master Bruce-”

“Marinette’s gone.” He says, clutching the note like a lifeline.

“What?” Jon squeaks out, his eyes wide. Bruce turns to Dick.

“We have to find her. Dick, will you call Jason? The rest of us will head to the cave. Everyone needs to be on comms and suited up in twenty minutes.” Bruce instructs. And not even the familiar feeling of directing a mission can bring him calm. Not while his daughter is missing.

---

Marinette sips her chocolate milk, shaking her head at the tv.

“You know, sometimes I wonder how Jo and Amy are able to like each other again after all the times they kinda suck and are kinda awful towards each other.” She says. Jason raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He asks. She nods.

“Yeah. But then I remember all the times that we all fight, and I kinda get it.” She sighs. Jason snorts, shaking his head. The landline rings and Jason reaches over and grabs it.

“Hello.” He says simply. Marinette looks away from the movie, instead watching her brother’s face as shock quickly covers it. “What? No- I- Dick, shut the hell up and breathe. She’s fine. No, she is. She’s with me. Well- I- I thought B knew. Yeah. Mmhmm. Call the calvary back, she’s fine. She’ll be back tomorrow morning after breakfast. Because I promised I’d make pancakes. No, not for you Dickhead. Uh huh. Bye.” Marinette quickly turns her attention back to the movie, hoping he doesn’t try to talk to her about it.

“I wonder if I could wear a dress like that to the next gala.” Marinette muses, hoping it’ll be enough to change the subject. Instead, the movie pauses and Marinette sighs.

“So. Are we going to talk about this? Or am I just going to give you a little lecture?” Jason asks. Marinette pouts.

“Why do we have to do either? Why can’t we just finish watching the movie?” She asks. Jason lets out a long breath.

“Do you remember when I died?” He asks bluntly. Marinette flinches back, looking at her older brother with wide eyes. He winces. “Sorry, kid. But I promise it’s important.” Marinette frowns, eyebrows scrunching together.

“Well. Yeah, I- I kind of remember it. It’s not super clear, but…I remember.” She says, pushing down the wave of sadness that wells up inside her. It was one of the hardest times of her entire life.

“I don’t know how much you remember of that time, but I ran away first. I was determined to figure out who my birth mom was, so I left. And do you know what I did?” He asks. Marinette shakes her head. “I left a note. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, not even Alfred. I just left a note. And we both know how that ended up.” He says. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“That’s what I did to dad. I just left a note- I thought- I didn’t want him to tell me I couldn’t go. I didn’t think it would-” She stops, trying hard to stop her tears. Jason opens his arms and she throws herself at him, crying. “I’m sorry.” She says.

“It’s fine, kiddo. I know the whole Jon and Damian thing really upset you. But- and I’m gonna sound like a fu-freaking hypocrite here- but you’ve gotta communicate.” Jason says. Marinette sniffles, and leans back.

“Do you think dad’s gonna be really mad at me?” She asks timidly. Jason shakes his head.

“No, kid, I don’t think he will. I think he’ll be too relieved to be mad.” He says. Marinette starts to respond, but a tap on the window makes her jump instead. Jason immediately leaps off the couch and heads for the window. “Of freaking course.” He huffs before throwing the window open. Marinette frowns, until a familiar person steps in and her eyes widen.

“Mari!” Jon calls, running over and giving her a big hug. Marinette blinks a few times, before she relaxes and returns the hug.

“What’re you doing here?” She asks once he pulls away.

“Yeah. I’d also like to know.” Jason says, walking over and crossing his arms. Jon laughs awkwardly before reaching back and scratching the back of his neck.

“I uh, I was worried about you.” He says. Marinette feels a smile creep onto her face.

“Really?” She asks. He nods.

“Course I was. You’re one of my best friends.” He says. She raises her eyebrows. “Yeah, uh, I already told Damian that people can have more than one best friend. I think your dad’s gonna talk to him more about it tomorrow, but I didn’t wanna stop being your friend.” He says.

“Still best friends forever?” She asks, holding out a pinky. Jon grins and links his pinky with hers.

“Forever and ever.” He says simply. And he was right.

When Marinette and Jon get married fifteen years later, it surprises no one.

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Grim reaper!dick au with sort of immortal!marinette (she gets reborn every time she dies)

I keep forgetting to write their story because I can never get it right and I'm halfway into giving up so therefore I decided to just write their dates <3

Anyway I love this concept because this is death falling in love with someone who never dies. They part ways for lifetimes but their love is for eternity. They find romance and intimacy in moments of pure agony and their love is like the sweet first bite of an apple. Every meeting is fast, fleeting, unforgettable and their love grows with each day spread through timelines. Rot meets Marinette much too fast for them to savor their relationship.

Imagine the lovers dancing in the literal eye of the hurricane, time and wind is still and it seems like the world has stopped around Dick and instead of focusing on the stable ground around him, he's there with Marinette leaning foreheads with each other. He's in love in such a precious, once in a lifetime moment and rather than marvel at the art piece they're stuck in, Dick marvels instead at the woman in his arms. They don't kiss each other, no. There's no need to. They have the rest of the life of the universe to do so, and right now what they need is to feel the closeness before Marinette is literally ripped away from his hands to suffer another death and be reborn in another body.

Imagine Dick offering sweet butterfly kisses on her cheek, an attempt at comfort as she lay on the hospital bed about to die. Lashes tickle her cheek and she softly laughs, frail shaking hands clinging on to tanned skin. She's old and wrinkly, but Dick looks at her and she feels young, alive, as alive as she was when she last died young in the hands of a murderer. Dick looks at her and it's loving, as if the wrinkles just enhance her youth and beauty. "Sometimes." Dick murmurs, rubbing circles on her wrist. Her heart thumps slowly in her chest where Dick's head lay, listening to the beating. "Sometimes I think about us. If we could defy odds and grow old together. Do the one romantic thing we can never do." And Marinette can't find the strength to speak. Instead, she shuts her eyes, dying in smooth slumber.

Imagine that the pair are wrapped in each other's embrace as they lay in a bed inside the sinking titanic. Cold water flows, trapping them inside the room. "Such a lonely coffin you have, my love." Dick tells Marinette, shaking from the cold. "At least it has you in it." She says, every exhale coming out of her mouth as a cold cloud. As much as he wants to offer her warmth, a body as dead as his is far from heat. Dick comes back to her body floating trapped in the sea. And places it on her bed, covering her with the wet blanket. An apology she'll never hear about him never being enough.

Ofc sweet moments like this to overshadow the pure angst of this concept. Because not every life is a happy story. Some stories are the worst and every word you read of them makes you feel like you want to cry your heart out.

Imagine a small child, a toddler who's learning full sentences. He gets to hold her small chubby hand as she guides him to her place of torture. He listens to her excited rambles of dreams he knows she's achieved in her past lives and he hasn't the heart to tell her that she can never grow old, she can never feel the satisfaction and relief of achieving those dreams. So, moments before her death he tells her gently in a soothing tone about how she's already achieved such dreams, how she's marked as the greatest of the greats, written down in history, stories, statistics, she's forever meant to be remembered. There's stars in her eyes and that's the only thing keeping Dick mentally sane as he holds her small lifeless frame, her murderer escaping successfully to repeat the crime again.

Imagine Marinette meets him on a normal day for her and her heart drops at the realization that something will happen. Something will happen to her that day because Death will never meet you until it's near time for your depart. It's a normal date in the park with ice cream melting on their hands. It's a normal date where they just drive around until eventually fate happens and crashes the car they drive in to the side of the road. They-- She dies with him, and they experience every romantic tragedy there is.

What happens after Marinette's soul parts from the vessel she's temporarily trapped in, she will never know unless Dick tells her. And Dick will never tell her about how in love he is with her. He will never tell her about the small services he does for her bodies. He will never tell her of lips kissing rotten bones when he's missing her and it isn't her time. He will never tell her how he cradles corpses after fresh murder, blackened tears leaving his eyes to drip on her bleeding wounds. He will never tell her how he mourns small bodies, small, small bodies, how her eyes are the brightest before she's tainted with reality. He will never tell her about how he wishes that every child she's conceived and left to fend alone was his. Theirs. He will never tell her that he favors one child of hers, with her brilliant blue eyes and petite frame, hair as dark as his and skin as pale as the snow that covered the ground when he was born. He will never tell her.

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