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A Little Birdy Told Me 19

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Summary: Just another day at Gotham Academy, well, Damian wished it was. His acquaintances seem to like to make it anything but.

Damian was not having a good day despite his father’s wishes. For the record, he did try to have a good day, it’s not like he purposefully went into the school with the intent to not, but it seemed like any good luck he had had in the last couple of days (which wasn’t much mind you) ran out. The whispers were what had tipped him off to begin with, usually he could brush them off as nonsensical youth gossip and carry on but the stares coupled with the whispers put him a bit on edge. He hadn’t done anything to his knowledge to warrant the behavior he had observed when he walked in but he didn’t let it show that anything was amiss. He merely strode to his locker and dropped off his afternoon class books before shutting it and locking it swiftly. Damian had tried to be nonchalant about his locker in the beginning, but when it had been broken into in his first week he had been livid, and upgraded the security courtesy of Drake. Apparently some schoolmates just wanted a peek into the newest Wayne’s locker and see if there was anything damning they could use against his Father to sell to some tacky tabloid. Needless to say, he and his father had been less than amused and in Damian’s case, hopeful that he would not have to stay in the ridiculous establishment.

As he had said, luck was not on his side back then, so why would it be now?

“Oh our favorite and sometimes benevolent Ice Prince of Gotham Academy.” an annoyingly familiar voice sang out as the body it belonged to slumped against the locker next to Damian’s. “Have you heard the latest gossip, my liege?”

“Hardy. How many times have I told you I do not listen to drivel?” Damian replied in the most monotone voice he could pull-off. The one that made Drake throw pillows at him because he disliked how robotic it made him sound.

“Oh, of course, of course Milord. But…this “drivel” as you call it has to do with you.” Claude Hardy, active member of their drama club, well-liked, class clown and as always an avid gossiper told Damian. Damian didn’t talk to him a lot, or well, it was better to say he tried not to. With Hardy came Allegra Vogel: accomplished flutist, ballerina, the queen of gossip and his class’ president, Alan Lopez: writer, soccer player and like his friends Hardy and Vogel, a gossip and Sebastian Allaway: one of the school’s best track members and whose parents own and run The Cottage, the restaurant that replaced Bamonte’s Restaurant after Don Maroni died and The Maroni Family dissolved (assumedly). An odd group of…almost friends, more so associates maybe to him, he wasn’t sure yet if they were friends but Damian would admit they were entertaining at the least.

“Can you never just get to the point, Claude?” The newest addition to the friend group, and Damian’s associate circle asked dramatically. Damian’s gaze shifted to look over at Gotham Academy’s latest transfer Chloé Bourgeois. Nicknamed Queen Bee by the friend group, but Damian noticed she always smiled sadly when she was called that. Perhaps her friends noticed too because Queen Bee quickly shortened to just Queenie. Both nicknames were ridiculous if you asked Damian, he somewhat disliked nicknames. It was fine when Dick did it, because he did it out of affection, Jason did it to be a dick and Tim did it to be annoying. Well that was his theory in any case.

“You missed it too Queenie!” Hardy helpfully pointed out.

“Traffic was worse than usual but I’m not that late Drama King. English hasn’t even begun.” Bourgeois snarked back.

“Bourgeois has a point. The school day has barely begun, how have we missed anything vital?” Damian asked with a furrowed brow as he closed his locker and led the group in the direction of their English class.

“It’s sad how you both don’t get here early enough to socialize like proper socialites,” Hardy sighed dramatically before he perked up and looked at them with a glint in his eye. One Damian was not a fan of as it often painted trouble for him. “That class exchange thing, the one Damian’s father is funding, the class arrived the other day and oh boy was Headmaster Hammer not amused!”

Damian stiffened but kept walking, the news startled him but he was not going to let it show. He could not let anyone know he knew about the class already and especially not about Marinette. “Oh? I thought they were supposed to start next week? That’s what Father said. I would also like to point out that one cannot be late to gossip as I was not here to begin with.”

“Exactly. At least Wayne has brain cells that work.” Bourgeois teased.

“Are we teasing Claude?” And now another person was walking with them and Damian had to resist the urge to sigh loudly. It was too early to be this social.

“Don’t we always Allegra?” Bourgeois asked as though the answer was obvious which to be fair it was. The group did tease Claude an absurd amount, but he just made it so easy.

“Oh yes of course. How silly of me to forget.” The other blonde responded with a teasing laugh.

“Why are you guys so cruel? I’m just here, existing. I’m just a little guy.” Claude pouted.

“You are taller than us.” Damian pointed out a bit bitterly. He was of average height for his age but it seemed like a lot of his male classmates surpassed average in grade school.

“ANYWAY. Sir Ice Prince and Queenie, you both weren’t here on Friday-”

“I had an appointment, I told the group this on Thursday.” Bourgeois interjected.

“I didn’t want to leave Richard alone after what happened at Wayne Tower on Thursday so my father excused me from class.” Damian threw in, in some way it was the truth. Dick had been rather…wound up after the situation at the Tower and the run in with Brat Chat hadn’t helped anything. He may be playing it off but Damian knew his older brother well and he knew that Dick was holding everything in still. So it was no surprise that Dick was sticking around Marinette more than the rest of them. He was worried about the girl, that much was clear and it didn’t take a genius to guess it was because he felt responsible for her being Fear Toxined when he was there and able to do something, but the fact of the matter was there really wasn’t much he could have done. Dick was stubborn though and would continue to blame himself until Dupain-Cheng was safe or until Damian could beat sense into him. He had no problem exercising the second option. Dick was too hard on himself.

“That’s understandable. How is he doing?” Vogel asked softly.

“Better.” He replied honestly.

“I’m glad Dick is doing better, but you and Chloé really did miss one hell of an…interesting day.” Hardy continued. Damian merely hummed in response, he knew it was futile to try and argue that he was not interested because Hardy didn’t care. Or just didn’t believe him; either option was equally annoying. “Like I said, that French class the school is doing the exchange with arrived on Friday. Like the whole class. I can tell you guys now, they did not make a good impression on our dear schoolmates.”

“Oh…yeah…the class exchange. You said they’re French?” Bourgeois asked nonchalantly, though Damian could see her body stiffen as stutter as they walked before she collected herself.

“Yeah. I thought they’d be nice to speak with. Especially this small group that had been discussing music but…” Vogel scrunched her nose up, it made her distaste well-known. Though, Vogel was not one to hide how she felt to begin with so the expression wasn’t a surprise. Especially to Damian who had knowledge of the class already and he knew he wouldn’t like most, if not all of them. “Instead of telling me about their songs and band and such they only spoke about this girl in their class. I swear, you would think she was newly Sainted or the like with how they looked at her and talked about her. It was like experiencing a cult without actually being in the cult.”

“Oh yeah. It was some real Jim Jones’ shit.” Hardy readily agreed.

“Language.” Damian couldn’t help but quip. He was too used to telling Jason, Tim and Steph that so they would have to add to Alfred’s ‘Swear Jar.’

“And the teacher acted like their behavior was normal!” Hardy continued as though he hadn’t heard Damian. Brat. “She acted like they were perfect little angels.”

“It was disturbing.” Vogul shook her head.

“The teacher…” Bourgeois was inspecting her nails, feigning disinterest but Damian could see the subtle shake in her hand. “What was her name?”

“Why? Think it might be your old one Queenie?” Hardy asked with a smile but the twitch of his brows told Damian he was worried about the answer Bourgeois might give. “What are the chances of that?”

“Just- What was her name, Claude?”

“Uh, something with a ‘B.’”

“You’re beyond help Claude. How do you not remember?” Vogel asked.

“Look. In my defense, I don’t like her and I don’t pay attention to things I don’t like nor care for.”

“You’re horrible. Her name was Caline Bustier. Her class was supposed to be placed in ours but apparently now, that’s not even certain. I think I heard someone say Headmaster Hammer was not at all pleased with how they came in and demanded their schedules. I guess their class president was supposed to be present but she was not there. Word on the street and from the horse’s mouth is that she went missing after the whole Two-Face, Scarecrow situation at The Tower.” Vogel was as connected as ever. Damian was impressed she had all that info already given it had only been a few days since everything went down. Not to mention a weekend passed, which meant some of her sources were not available to talk with, or so Damian assumed. She probably had them all on speed dial for all he knew.

Another thing he observed? All of them looked at him like he had answers. He did, but he wasn’t going to say anything, it was for Marinette’s safety after all. So he sighed like he did best, “Even if I knew something, I wouldn’t tell you.”

They nodded. “Fair.” Hardy said with a shrug, he was used to those kinds of answers. He would have to be since he had been bugging Damian since he started at Gotham Academy.

Bourgeois had stopped walking and though he wanted to just head into the classroom, it was quite literally fifteen steps away from them and if he went ahead it would be incredibly rude to ignore whatever was bothering the girl. Alfred impressed upon him how a gentleman behaved and leaving Bourgeois in this situation was most definitely against Alfred’s teachings. As though the man himself was watching him, Damian stopped walking and barely held in his complaints. His grandpa was terrifying when he wanted to be, especially when it came to manners. Damian shuddered at the memories of Alfred’s etiquette training but managed to hide it as he turned to face Bourgeois who honestly looked close to passing out right there in the middle of the hallway. “Bustier?” She gasped.

“Chloe?” Vogel asked as she placed a hand on the other blonde’s shoulder.

“Oh my god, they are your old class.” It was a statement rather than a question from Hardy. The Style Queen Heiress’s reaction was all the answer they needed but she did give a stiff nod. The answer was…interesting to say the least but it also put Damian on edge. If that was her old class then she must have known about Lila Rossi, granted she had been at their school for about a year now but due to the family’s research, Damian knew the Lila situation had been going on for about four years. So Bourgeois had been in that class when it was happening, Damian knew the school sounded familiar, he just couldn’t remember why. He, of course, had done his own research into Chloé Bourgeois when she had been announced as the new transfer student but admittedly he hadn’t dug too far as Dick and Alfred told him that was not the way to make friends. He couldn’t help being cautious, it was a skill he had to learn very early in the League, so anyone new that came into his life he couldn't help but be suspicious of.

Honestly, he did the bare basics of a background research on Bourgeois that the fact he was being surprised by a fact he could have found out if it weren’t for ‘manners’ and ‘courtesy’, he would have found out about Bustier’s class before the exchange program was finalized. He could have prevented so many annoyances by arguing with his father about them. Though that would have meant never meeting Dupain-Cheng… he didn’t know how to feel about that. “We can speak about this after class. The bell is about to ring and I for one would rather not be counted late while I have the ability to be on time in mere steps.” Damian announces as he walked on, he would gather whatever information he could from Bourgeois at lunch, he had time.

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[LUNCH]

Chloé took a deep breath in to calm herself for what felt like the millionth time that day. Ever since she found out her former class was the one that won the spot for the Gotham Education Exchange she had felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest all day. She didn’t want to face them, she wasn’t ready to face them, ever since her move to Gotham Chloé had changed and she knew it was for the better. There was no Hawkmoth in Gotham, so no reason to not feel, and well, Jean-Claude made her go to therapy and though she found it ridiculous to begin with, she had to admit it did actually help if you put the work in. It was the end of collège for her when she realized just how absolutely miserable she was. Her parents’ fighting had gotten worse, her classmates were all sheep, she knew that before but she thought they had grown some kind of backbone when Marinette started standing up for herself but then that liar joined the class and things changed. It was terrifying to see just how fast everyone turned on the person they called their ‘Everyday Ladybug’. If they turned on her that fast, what would happen to Chloé?

What happened was nothing she hadn’t expected. Much like Dupain-Cheng she had been sent to the back, at first she had been there with Sabrina but by 4’eme* the redhead had left her. She had the mercy of not being targeted by some of the classmates “pranks” like Dupain-Cheng had been but no one spoke to her, no one acknowledged her unless they absolutely had to. Chloé had tried to get her dad to do something about it but that was when he and her mother’s fights started getting bad and they paid less attention to her. The only one who seemed to care what was happening to her was Jean-Claude, he tried to help as best he could but there was only so much he could do. She thought Mme Bustier would do something as she had always been on her side but when Chloé tried to complain she was hit with that good old infamous ‘good example’ bullshit. It was like a slap to the face. Usually hearing that would have brought a smug smile to her face because it wasn’t her getting that talk, she was the one who got her way and the others were supposed to be the ‘good examples’.

It threw her for a fucking loop is what it did and it sent her in a deep depression. She was so used to getting her way by throwing tantrums, throwing money or just in general throwing something someone’s way, then all of a sudden she couldn’t get her way by doing what she used to do and she was lost, utterly lost. Her mother and dad kept fighting, sometimes she expected it to get physical with how close both got to one another while shouting and maybe that was the one saving grace that never happened but she never wanted to see her mother throw her heels at her dad ever again. That was as physical as it had gotten and it scared her because one of those times one of the heels almost hit her when she tried to enter the room and beg them to stop fighting. That was the last time she tried. By her last year, 3’eme, they had at least taken to fighting with each other through their assistants and poor Jean-Claude in a ridiculous imitation of Mlle Sancoeur (she never did like when Chloé called her by her first name despite the fact she has known her since Chloé was in diapers.) But when they got lawyers involved they didn’t fight over one thing, one important thing, her.

No. She was thrown around like the shared house furniture trying to be divided, except where they argued about who kept what piece of furniture, they argued why the other should keep her. They did it with her in the room. It was then that she realized that neither of her parents’ really loved her, oh she always knew with her mother there was never any love, but when her dad didn’t fight for her? It hurt more than she cared to admit and that was the day of her final akumatization, Folk-Tail. From pictures she had seen her hair had grown down to her feet in its ponytail but it took on the likeness of a scorpion’s tail, her skin had turned gray but it looked like she had cried after just putting on mascara that was definitely not waterproof since she had black streaks starting from her eyes going down her face, she wore what she always imagined Princess Potentilla wore when she was made to live in the small house by her jealous mother and on top of her ponytail sat a crown of forget-me-nots. The tale of Princess Potentilla and Prince Narcissus had always been her favorite fairytale. It was no surprise that her akuma had been fairytale based since at that moment in time all she had wanted was for her life to be like the fairytales Jean-Claude had often read to her. She just wanted a happy ending.

Apparently her power was to assign roles to people, roles of famous fairy tale characters or creatures that she felt they reflected. Since she herself had been a sad reflection of Potentilla, her father was of course King Cloverleaf and her mother Queen Frivola. Those she did not personally know were given basic roles like a villager or the like. She had gotten to most of her class given they were hanging out at the park that day in celebration of their last year of collège. It was no surprise that she found out Lila had been turned into the Big Bad Wolf, what did surprise her was that she had hit Dupain-Cheng and the girl had become Melinette, the helpful, powerful fairy from her favorite story. It shouldn’t have been so surprising and yet it was. It was after she had been defeated that she reflected on it all, her akuma had been surprisingly truthful with what she herself felt but was too scared to acknowledge. Her father was only interested in what had his attention like the glory of being Mayor and his true love running his hotel much like King Cloverleaf loved being King but only because it gave him the means to hunt to his full pleasure. Her mother was a vain woman who cared too much about her reputation much like Queen Frivola who thought herself the most beautiful woman and threw the most lavish balls but when she saw the beauty of her daughter, she hid her from the kingdom out of jealousy. She had no Prince Narcissus. Yet she had Marinette, determined, helpful, kind Marinette who was very much like Melinette, the fairy who raised the Prince.

If she had hit Hawkmoth with her ‘tail’ he for sure would have been Grumedan the Evil Enchanter. It was that akumatization and everything else going on around her that made her snap. She didn’t want to be like her mother or her father. Hell, she had spent so many years trying to be like her mother in an attempt to get the woman to just get her name right! Chloé didn’t even know who she really was but she wanted to find out and she knew that wouldn’t happen in Paris. She broke down to Jean-Claude about it all, she cried for the first time in a long time, she didn’t care if she got akumatized again, she wanted to cry, she needed to cry. That was when Jean-Claude took charge, he yelled at her parents, demanded a meeting with them and the lawyers outside of Paris because he knew emotions would be high and he demanded parental rights over Chloé. In some ways it shocked her and at the same time it didn’t because he was always the one taking care of her. He wanted her. He cared for her. Chloé had zoned out after his demand because she was just so overwhelmed, someone actually wanted her; she missed the fight and following negotiations. Since her parents didn’t want to take care of her Jean-Claude would be her parent, they wouldn’t change her name since Jean-Claude fully expected her parents to still provide for her.

Oh she knew they fought that with everything they had but Jean-Claude told her after the fact that he essentially blackmailed them. If they provided for her by sending money to her and Jean-Claude after their move and if they kept her as their heir for their respective businesses until she was old enough to decide if she wanted to take over either business, then he wouldn’t go to the media with some illegal stuff he knew had gone on and absolute neglect the put their child through. They folded quickly since there was nothing more important to Audrey and André Bourgeois than their reputations. Before she knew it, after all the necessary paperwork was completed, she and Jean-Claude moved in with his sister Margot in Gotham, New Jersey. It was quite the move and it was hard to adjust but Jean-Claude was patient with her but firm, they arrived in the summer which was the perfect time for her to start therapy apparently. She thought it would be hard adjusting to Gotham and its unique brand of crime but it really wasn’t. Costumed weirdos running around causing havoc? Old news. No Miraculous Cure? Now that, that was scary and took time getting used to.

All in all she thought she was getting better and growing. She had friends, actual friends! She liked hanging out with them, listening to them, just in general being with them, she didn’t have to fake anything around them. Sure she had a hard time with Damian but that was just because he was so standoffish and kind of reminded her of Felix which wasn’t great but she was starting to separate the two in her mind. Though both boys were fond of their families, Damian wasn’t as conniving as Felix nor as fake, he was simply blunt and in some way it was refreshing. She liked their little odd group of friends and one acquaintance who was becoming a friend and she didn’t want anything ruining it. Especially not her old class but she was still fragile and they had the power to set her back and she didn’t want that at all. But Chloé Bourgeois was not someone who bowed to anyone and she wouldn’t start now but…she would talk to Jean-Claude about it all and maybe see if her therapist would be available for more sessions or even on speed dial.

“Chloé?” Allegra’s voice tore through the murky fog that her thoughts had become and she finally realized she had somehow made it to their table.

“Hey. You okay Chlo?” Sebastian asked.

“This is about your former class, is it not?” Damian asked but the way he said it made it sound like it wasn’t a question. It made her wince.

“Damian. A little more tact next time please.” Allegra said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“But he’s not wrong is he?” Claude asked next.

Chloé looked at her friends and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, her hands clenched and unclenched around her lunch tray that she hadn’t noticed she didn’t set down and she took in another deep breath. “I am…I’m scared. I was not the best person to them as I’ve told you all before, I was a bully. But towards the end of my years with that class things changed. They changed. They didn’t speak to me. At all. Me and Mari-another classmate, we were isolated, basically banished to the back to be all but forgotten. Well…I was. Dupai-the other classmate, she wasn’t as…fortunate?”

“Fortunate?” Allan echoed.

Chloé nodded. “I would take my fate over hers any day. I was forgotten in a way, but they did bad talk me and insult me when they knew I could hear but they never acknowledged my existence. It was like I wasn’t there in the room while they were talking. But Ma-my classmate, they bullied her, worse than I ever did and I admit I bullied her for years. While I did it out of jealousy and to just get her mad or in trouble, they did it to break her. I did nothing to help. I was going through things, yes, but that’s no excuse and I don’t know how I’m going to face any of them.”

It was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Chloé was close to just pushing away from the table and just storming out because everything she was feeling was too much but a small yet loud ‘Hm’ stopped her and called her attention. It came from Damian who was staring at her with his calculating eyes that gave her the creeps from time to time. It was like he was trying to pull your secrets out of you with his eyes. She stared back at him as he stared at her and leaned his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers and resting his face on his hands. “So you know Lila Rossi. Tell me about her and everything she’s done to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Well that was not what Chloé expected him to say.

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Chloe Bourgeois

@Bee-utifulMe

School is barely halfway over and I’m already ready to call my therapist.

#imdonewithtoday #gothamacademy #itsbarelynoon

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RE: Chloe Bourgeois

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[School is barely halfway over and I’m already ready…]

Mood.

#Iwasnotpreparedforthatenglishtest #TTuTT

Notes:

*4'eme (3'eme) are the last two level of schooling in college (French schooling). College typically goes from ages 11-15, 4'eme is for those 13-14, 3'eme is 14-15.

Prince Narcissus and The Princess Potentilla is a fairy tale that you can read here if you would like context -> HERE

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lovysmtalks · 9 months

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Adrien is the Ken of Daminette and every other existing ship with Marinette

I can't explain why or how, just "I'm just ken, where I see love she sees a friend" fits most of the usual daminette scenarios, OR any other ship.

#AdrienisKenough

#maribat #ml x dc #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #mlb au #maridami #marinette x damian #class salt #adrien salt #felinette #jasonette #damimari #daminette #mlb crossover #timinette #dickinette #lukanette #marikami #marinette x kagami

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allusivex5 · 5 months

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Drawings I’ve done for my newest Fanfic. Which is a Miraculous Ladybug/Danny Phantom/DC crossover. It is called Rebirth of the Waynes. I will be posting it tomorrow. The characters I have above are as follows Danny, Marinette, Adrien, Ellie (Danielle), Jordan (Dan), Jazz, and Chloe. More art to follow. The names are their new vigilante names except Danny he still goes by Phantom.

Rebirth of the Waynes coming soon…

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batsandbugs · 1 year

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Daminette School AU Quotes

Lila: You know Marinette, it’s such a shame no one likes you, you’re actually quite useful when you know your place.

Marinette: (sighing) Lila, the bar for civility is so low it’s practically a tripping hazard in hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil.

Lila: (smiling falsely) If you say something like that again, I’ll “trip” you out of that window you- What are you doing?

Marinette: (looking at the window) Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.

Damian: (sitting behind them on his phone, not looking up) Most humans can survive a two story fall, Dupain-Cheng. You’ll be fine.

Marinette: Aww, Lila wouldn’t make it then?

Lila: (fuming) Excuse me!?

Marinette: He said humans, and since you’ve clearly escaped from hell you’ll probably just shatter into a thousand pieces and reform there.

Damian: (under his breath) The devil doesn’t want her back.

#maribat #damian x marinette #daminette #mlb crossover #maridami #marinette dupain cheng x damian wayne #ml x dc #incorrect maribat #daminette incorrect quotes

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 1 month

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DC x DP Prompt

In the Danny Phantom Universe, the DCU is an MMORPG referred to as the DCGU and Miraculous Ladybug is a drama series for kids.

In the DCU, Miraculous Ladybug and Danny Phantom are beloved animated TV series.

In the MLBU, The DCU are comics, Danny Phantom is a console game, etc...

Basically what I'm trying to say is that all of these universes exist in the same universal bubble but can/do not directly interact with each other. But they are aware of each other on some level thus the games and TV shows.

But imagine if someone (or everyone) did something a bit ( really fucking) stupid and all of these universes combine into one.

I'm imaging that things would get chaotic very quickly.

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meduarts · 2 years

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Secretary!Marinette Part 9 (Idea Dump)

I don't know how many of these I'll do but I'm having so much fun coming up with ideas! Anyways this dump is going to explore Marinette's and Bruce's relationship! Let's start!! Bruce is kinda OOC but... I want a soft Dad-daughter relationship ok. SUE ME.

Bruce is confused most of the time when Mari showed him how much of an overly competent secretary she is.

She somehow knows when he was faking over meetings because he doesn't want to deal with investors and when he doesn't want to go to meetings because of a serious problem.

He's also kinda confused about how a small woman like her hides the strength of a million strong men. He often watches her pick up the largest boxes that probably weigh thrice her weight. She could manhandle him if the situation went awry from rogue, attacks, and lastly, he saw her punch through thick wooden doors before because one of his younger sons was kidnapped for ransom. That was scary, and he had never felt so safe before in his life.

He is also quite confused as to how she could give so much kindness to strangers and expect nothing from it. She often bakes him pastries and made sure that he has enough snacks during his working hour. She often made sure that his outfit is warm enough and he even got a knitted scarf as a gift from her that she knits herself.

He wanted to adopt her after learning about her past. So, he sometimes slips a paper adoption in the files that she was supposed to work on that day and it has become a game for them of some sort.

Bruce is awkward with his feelings and Marinette finds it hilarious. Marinette teaches him a secret handshake and at first, he did it awkwardly, and then it became a habit. Marinette likes to give him huge bear hugs and at first, Bruce did not know what to do. Like the secret handshake, it became a habit.

They both love to troll the Wayne Staff, at first, Bruce tries to stop her from creating chaos, but then he joins in and they made sure to team up to troll pesky business partners, reporters, and even investors alike.

Bruce doesn't know this but it was he who got adopted first by Marinette before he got the chance to adopt her.

The girl treats her like her father that needs help to manage his life. She worries about him when he gets no sleep. She constantly deals with difficult investors or potential business partners to make sure that her dad boss doesn't have to deal with headaches often. She even made sure that those pesky tabloid reporters left him and his family alone.

Like a cub trying to protect her parents, people often pegged her as a ferocious little kitten (because of her small posture) trying to claw away anyone that feels like a threat to her cat dad. Bruce found this amusing.

She knows that Bruce can handle himself but that doesn't mean he has to. If she can do it for him, then she would!

Once, she mistakenly called her dad out of office hours and Bruce had a permanent grin for the rest of the week.

Bruce invited her often for family dinners, which elates Dick because he would make sure to rope her to hang out with him as often as he could, sometimes Marinette would join him in his sitting area quietly gossiping or hearing each other's stories.

She became fast friends with Alfred and would often team up to bully Bruce to take care of himself more. They would inform one another when Bruce is skipping dinners and take turns scolding Bruce.

She ropes Bruce into taking yoga classes and even asked him to garden with her. It became a weekend father-daughter bonding time. Bruce is especially proud of his zucchini and tomato garden. She even helps Bruce with gift shopping for his kids and helps arrange a private family time for him as well. As usual, he would extend the invitation to Mari and sometimes she joins.

When Mari gets very sleepy during winter, he became full-on dad mode. Worrying his daughter secretary every time he noticed how sluggish she became during the cold weather. When Mari unexpectedly hibernates, he panics. ohnomydaughtersuddenlystopsrespondingandbecamereallycoldwhatshouldido???

When Bruce finally realizes that he had been unofficially adopted by Marinette Jason teases him nonstop. When Dick and Marinette start dating, he is elated. When they got engaged he is stoked. When Marinette asked for him to walk her down the aisle, he tears up. When they give him his first grandchild, he cries again.

#platonic brucinette #maribat #platonic maribat #dc x mlb #ml marinette #mlb x dc #mlb x batfam #mlb crossover #Managing Life AU #marinette dupain cheng #marinette as secretary #marinette x batfam #troll duo

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raisedonjesusandliterature · 10 months

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Okay, so I have fallen headfirst into the fandom of the BatFamily (no regrets, I love all my children so very much!!!), and I just realized something because I am also a part of the Miraculous fandom… there was that period where there were DC x ML crossover fanfics, right? And I just need to know… Damian? Of all the batboys, we chose a serious, assassin-raised child for sweet, clumsy, adoring Marinette. Don’t get me wrong, I love my angsty boy very much, I am just slightly confused.

#i am in desperate need of explainations because i see it but also ???#daminette #ml x dc #this feels like a disney channel crossover episode #miraculous ladybug #ml #marinette dupain cheng #dc #damian wayne #batfam #damian x marinette

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 11 months

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Metal Glueing

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Notes:

"...." - English

"[....]" - French

"/…./" - Italian

"{....}" - Cantonese

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The soft vanilla scent reached Roy's nose before he heard her. The top floral scents and earthier undertones filled the workshop contrasting sharply with the smells of oil, sweat and metal drawing his attention away from the bike engine before him he had been working on.

Quiet, barely heard flips of soft shoes colliding with the concrete workshop floor soon followed by sharp clicks of dress shoes made their way around the work space. Harsh whispers could be made out over the sounds blasting from the radio that stood by the tool cabinet.

Roy glanced over to Jason who sent him a raised eyebrow back, he too clearly was not expecting any visitors either. Rising from where he was working, Roy edged towards where the strangers were coming from with a spanner in hand. Just in case. He may be a hero, but this was still Gotham. Jason shifted so had a clear view of the couple, gun rest within a seconds reach if required.

Spinning the spanner like he often did with arrows, Roy almost dropped it as a tiny flurry of pink finally appeared followed sedately by a tall disinterested blonde. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lights but held glints of a hidden fire. Peach lips pursed before pulling into a tight forced smile.

"[Hello] Hi, ummm I've heard you do metal…" the woman gestured with her hands colliding with each other… "glueing."

Roy frowned in confusion, "Metal… glueing?"

She twisted before speaking in rapid French to her companion, her arms waving around gesturing while the impeccable blonde watched on indifferently.

"[Fe, I need English word. You know, for the fffvvvvghk sound thing. Welding!! It's] /Welding/ [in Italian and] {Welding} [in Cantonese. You grew up in England. What's welding!!]"

Pivoting, seemingly unable to stay still for long, displacing her perfume through the air, the woman's attention focused sharply on Roy.

"[Yes!] Metal glue. Sticking metal together with sparks. To make a box."

The exasperated sigh that escaped the blonde, Fe if heard correctly, startled Roy as the man pinched his nose in a very Bruce and Oliver. Given the high end designer gear he wore, Roy would not be surprised if the aloof nature of the man was because he was of 'high society' and being dragged to the dingey workshop that Jason and he used by the petite energy ball was something he'd happily turn his nose at.

"What my Duchess means is welding. She's heard that you guys weld and have good reviews as a workshop with reasonable rates and wants you to weld her a box."

Blinking in slight surprise, Roy watched at the enthusiastic nodding while the woman beamed up at Roy like he would solve all her problems.

"Ummm, why?"

Suddenly the cute, sweet, almost puppy-like expression whipped off her face and was replaced by a dragon as she snarled. The petite woman dressed in soft grey and pinks growled deeply whilst 'Fe' rolled his eyes just humouring the now fuming dark head 'Duchess'.

Roy was confused as to why, now known two aristocrats, were here, unless the blonde was security, and having such strong emotions. Placing the spanner down Roy leant against the workbench to study the pair. Unexpectedly the Duchess hissed at his question before responding through gritted teeth almost glaring laser beams into Roy.

"My douche baguette, unrisen loaf of a fiancé, decided to cheat on me. In OUR home!!! But, gracefully, I didn't not turn him into a kebab with… with knitting needles!! And ended things… nicely."

The blonde snorted and the Duchess narrowed her eyes at him. Impassively he shrugged at her with a small smirk, before tilting his head back to Roy.

"We've separated. Ended. Kaput. Done! I pawned the hideous eye sore of a ring… but…. He kind of… maybe sort of… wants it back. Could you pleeeeease weld(?) me a small box so I can put a euro in it and send it back to him. Especially as he unreasonable refuses to collect the knock off jewellery."

"A euro? Won't he just cut the box open and see what you've done?"

"Ha!!! He can't use a drill… a screw driver. Or even a kettle. I'm safe. Incompetent crumb minded fool. He'd be too lazy to think of that until it's forever too late."

Pirouetting yet again Cantonese flew out her mouth with vigour as she wandered about the work space. Roy glanced over at Jason who had taken interest but was currently frowning. The frown was not in his 'I'm going to kill you' or 'Kill me now' way but in his 'I'm concerned and going to protect you and most likely stuff food down your throat aggressively' way. 'Fe' grabbed Duchess's shoulders as she stormed past and stared deeply into her burning fire eyes.

"Nope. Marinette none of that."

"But Felix," he flicked her forehead at her protest, "hey!! Owww!!!"

She rubbed her head scowling at the man who may have been her security, but the flick suggested more familiarity.

"YOU are not at fault. His jealousy was unbecoming. I can't say that you are perfect. Decidedly not so with your time keeping in fact, BUT that's beside the point. It is his fault for being unfaithful, not yours. Duchess, I love you despite the wrong anatomy, get it into your thick skull, you.did.nothing.wrong."

A tired sigh escaped his mouth now as he looked at two towering men in the room.

"Excuse my friend. She seems to believe mechanics can weld her a tiny metal box and has not considered going to a welding company."

"There are welding companies?!"

"Yes Marinette!"

"Oh… oh well, thank you for your time. I'll find the right place now. [Goodbye!]"

"Wait! Hang on!!"

Roy stumbled slightly as he made his way closer to the eccentric duo, but not a couple if he was reading between the lines correctly. He waited until the pair's attention was back on him.

"We can weld. I, err, I'm happy to weld a revenge box for you. When did you need it?"

The excited squeal and cheek kiss caught Roy by surprise. He slowly touched his face where the soft lips touched as Marinette proceeded to do what could only be described as a 'happy dance' around the workshop smiling like the sun. Watching her friend who was back into the charade of apathy and disdain, Roy shook his head in soft amusement as he caught Jason eyeing the fair haired man with curiosity.

Despite their somewhat poor experience with the upper class and aristocracy, the pair before him seemed not to meet his expectations. The aura they gave off was more akin to Tim. That they know what was expected of them, and remembered most of the time but the mask slipped when comfortable and not paying attention to the audience. Or at least that was what Felix was portraying.

Marinette.

Well … she wasn't acting like she was better than probably everyone in the room. To be frank, Roy hadn't pegged her as a Duchess when she came in, so maybe she spent a lot of time avoiding the upper crust.

She also wasn't Tim's type of strange. A child left to bring up themselves and decided to choose heros, specifically Bats to role model against.

She emoted. Well maybe that was it. She emoted like Jason, wearing her heart on her sleeve, reacting to the bruises it receives with anger but still refusing to hide it from the world. Unlike Jason, Roy could see that despite the hurt thrown her way she wasn't clinging onto it and letting it fester. There wasn't an obvious mask to her emotions to turn them onto a performance accompanied by a war with words.

Ok her revenge was petty and potentially cruel, but there was no direct violence that he could tell. Hell, Roy bought into it completely. Being unfaithful deserved more than a box and a coin in his eyes, but the Duchess wanted to tackle it with pranks and not violence, Roy couldn't really argue. He supposed it stopped her being seen in a negative light if the press found out.

Leaving Jason to watch the couple, Roy moved to his work bench and grabbed a scrap of paper and turned his cap backwards so he could focus on designing a small box with dimensions that would allow the illusion of a rattling ring. Focusing on the diagram and trying to recall what pieces of waste metal was stored about the place, Roy drowned out the soft lilt of Duchess Marinette's voice, Jason's low drawl and the almost nasally sharp cuts of Felix.

Ignoring the rest of the world, Roy got quickly to work cutting and welding a small box until it just needed the coin to be shut in. Looking up from his work Roy was yet again taken off guard. Where Jason had been working, Marinette had taken off her dove grey jacket and was tinkering with Jason's bike. Jason has let someone touch his baby! Off to the side, Jason was deep in discussion with Felix. Roy was bemused, this… this was unexpected and he did not know what to make of it.

Coughing to draw attention to himself, Roy looked awkwardly at the comfortable trio. Running a hand through his hair, knocking the cap off only to fumble catching it.

"The box is nearly done, I just need a coin…"

"Oh! That was quick!! Ummm, [hang on, kwami where did I put it-]" Marinette fumbled with her jacket, "Ah-haa! Here!"

Moving towards Roy, Marinette missed seeing the toolbox that sat next to the bike he had been working on. Tripping, her eyes blew wide in surprise and arms windmilled as she tried to catch herself. Moving on impulse, Roy leaped forward and caught the woman before her face planted on the floor.

A choked laugh and a snort followed with a mutter 'clutz' could be heard behind the embraced pair. Roy elected to overlook Jason's and Felix's peanut gallery comments in favour of watching a rosey blush spread across the woman in his arm's face. The rouge made her azure eyes pop out more, shimmering in the dingy workshop. His eyes darted to where her tongue licked her coral lips as she sighed.

"Thank you, Monsieur, for… err… saving me. Ummm, I found the coin."

Dragging his attention away from her lips, Roy reluctantly helped Marinette find her feet. It was sheer will power that he let her leave his embrace to take the coin and seal it in the small metal box.

"I'll just finish these off… and make sure there are no sharp edges."

"Shame. Would be nice to have him cut by the thing he desires."

"Ha, yeah, well, I don't think postal workers would approve of it."

"Hmmm, true. I err, thanks. Ummm I'll let you finish and I just…"

Roy smirked as Marinette pointed towards the bike and sheepishly headed back in that direction paying attention to her steps. Shaking his head in fond amusement, Roy returned to finishing off the box.

It didn't take too long to finish welding and file off the sharp edges. Roy, content with his work, made his way back to the trio he had been ignoring. Jason and Felix seemed to be in a deep debate about Austen and Dickens much to Roy's amusement, while Marinette had grease swept upon her face where she had clearly tried to push her fringe out the way and her tongue poking out in cute concentration as she tinkered away on Jason's bike. Deciding not to be drawn into yet another literacy debate, he rattled the now sealed box gaining the attention of everyone and dropped into a mock bow.

"Sorted. Ready and waiting for you, your grace."

Felix raised a curious eyebrow at Roy's semi theatrics. Roy personally felt it was unnecessary as he was nowhere near as dramatic as his theatre nerd of a friend. Marinette on the other hand beamed a full watt smile at him. It was blinding and heart melting. Roy did not understand why anyone would want to hurt this sunshine blessed child.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"No probs. Seems fair to help you get your revenge."

"How much do I owe you?"

Roy scratched the back of head. He hadn't thought this far, just more that he was intrigued by the woman and wanted to find out more about her. Helping her with this prank… revenge… mission, was nothing really. The metal was from scraps around the workshop mainly. Plus is felt - wrong - to charge her for seeking retribution. He had no issues with poly or open relationships, but cheating and doing it under cover was wrong! Nope, he didn't feel right taking menu for this.

"Nothing. Ummm, the guys sounds like a douche and deserves it. Consider this on the house."

The wide eye's blink in surprise. Roy watched as Marinette bites her lips in confusion trying to figure out how best to respond. He worries he's overstepped as her eyes dart towards Felix and Jason, silently begging them for help on how to reply.

"Oh, umm…"

"We can't accept that. Payment is non-negotiable. My Duchess understands skills and labour required to hand make things and refuses to accept your work for free. [it's a lesson she has learnt the long way round!]"

"Okay, well as Roy isn't gonna accept payment in cash, how 'bout they meet at the diner 'cross the street for breakfast?"

"Hmm, brunch would be preferable. Duchess isn't a morning creature."

"Say 11?"

"11 would be acceptable."

"Perfect. I'll meet you here for tea while the payment is in progress."

"Earl Grey?"

"That would be most agreeable, Jason.'

"With milk?"

"Are you a heathen?! Miniture god's! No."

"Ha! Just wanna check. Can't have my hosting skills criticised. There are heathens *cough* Bruce *cough* who do."

"Hmmm. Fine. Tomorrow at 11."

"See ya Felix."

Felix nodded as he marched towards Marinette, looping her arm through his and used a finger to close her gapping mouth.

"Duchess, no need to be uncouth and act like a fish. It's very unbecoming. Now coming along darling, we have a box to post."

Plucking the box out of Roy's hands, Felix smirked at the redhead and guided the Duchess out of the dingy car workshop, leaving the soft trail of vanilla as the sharp dress shoe clicks retreated. Roy's eyes narrowed as he squinted in confusion at Jason. His bat crazy friend grinned at him like a maniac.

"What… what just happened?"

"I just got you a date with a girl who you've been making heart eyes at."

"But… what?!... Huh?"

"You can thank me later when we compare juicy gossip notes afterwards."

"Compare?"

"Yup, keep up Roy. I got you a date with a girl who'd keep Ollie off your back, adores bikes, is an adrenaline junkies from what Felix was saying and you have the hots for. And I have gained a new person to join my book club."

Jason puffs up his chest like he was proud of his accomplishments. Roy runs his fingers against the brim of his hat using the habit to process everything while his mind catches up.

"You don't have a book club… oh my gawd! You said comparing notes! You got yourself A DATE TOO!!!"

Letting out ripples of laughter as Jason spluttered, Roy couldn't help but grin.

Tomorrow was going to be fun.

#meet cute monday #meet cute #ml x dc #dc x ml #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #ml crossover #marinette x roy #roynette #jason x felix #felix x jason #maribat rarepair #maribat au #maribat

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goggles-mcgee · 6 months

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Fighting the urge to bring a baby Danny into Wish Me as another little sibling to the Batfam. Maybe like a little after Marinette comes, a little de-aged Danny gets brought in and only stays with the rich family because Marinette reminds him of Ellie.

Might make a spin-off

#ml x dc x dp #mldc crossover #ml x dc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

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lovysmtalks · 9 months

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To be honest, I'm amazed that when maribat became a thing a lot of the writers portrayed Damian as the flirty one, the one who initiated shit, I'm trying to get into more depths of his character and I'm just having a giggle because that boy seems like very far off from being a flirt.

Maybe that's why I usually portray Marinette starting stuff in my scenarios.

I'm having a good chuckle remembering that one scene where she's sending a voice memo to Adrien and she calls him "hot-stuff", I'm thinking something similar would happen with Damian and Mari if the universe was relatively canon.

TLDR: Marinette wears the pants in their relationship.

#maribat #ml x dc #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #mlb au #maridami #marinette x damian #daminette #mlb crossover #mlb

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allusivex5 · 5 months

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Rebirth of the Waynes

It’s was fun but difficult not used to a lot of figures in my drawings. Also this is my first time drawing Batman and it was so cool! I felt like on top of the world! Ps please be nice I’m not great at backgrounds.

#dp x ml x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc batfam #dc universe #dc fanart #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #danny phantom #danny fenton #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batman #gotham #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic

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batsandbugs · 1 year

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Damian high on anesthetic after a minor surgery, in the Cave’s Medbay: You shouldn’t be holding my hand.

Marinette, sitting next to him: And why is that?

Damian, with an adorable pout: Because my girlfriend will be very upset… I’m upset. I don’t like holding hands that aren’t hers.

Marinette, holding in laughter, and trying to subtly film on her phone: Oh, I think your girlfriend will be okay with it.

Damian: Really?

Marinette, smiling: Yep, because I’m your girlfriend.

Damian, eyes widening: No, you can’t be…

Marinette: Why not?

Damian: Because you’re too pretty. And nice. You’re holding my hand and making me feel safe. I don’t deserve a girlfriend that nice. I’m not nice enough.

Marinette, holding back tears, kisses him on the forehead: You deserve all the nicest things in the world mon cher.

#maribat #damian x marinette #daminette #mlb crossover #maridami #marinette dupain cheng x damian wayne #ml x dc #damianette

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 4 months

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I have another idea for a story, but I once again don't know what to write, so I'm building a skeleton.

It's a DC x DP x ML crossover. Damien, Marinette, and Danny are triplets born into the LoA. From birth, they were taught to not see each other as siblings but as rivals for Ra's attention. When they were five, they were dipped (more like dropped) into the pits for the first time. Danny never comes back out. The second time was when they were six. Damien and Marinette came back from a mission gravely injured. Marinette doesn't come back out. Damien becomes the sole heir.

As one can imagine, Danny and Marinette aren't dead but simply taken to where they were needed at the time. That being said, things for these two characters go mostly according to their respective shows after they integrate into society. With the exception that the two of them are more competent and don't fight like rabid raccoons. But things take a dark turn when they turn sixteen.

Marinette

. After finding out that his father is Hawkmoth, Adrien is unable to carry the weight of being the holder of the cat Miraculous, as he doesn't want to fight his father and gives it to Ladybug. He promptly moves to the States to further his modeling career. Marinette, unable to find someone else worthy to be the holder of the cat Miraculous, stores it away and becomes the sole hero of Paris (with occasional helpers). But because of this, her two lives get more intertwined, and she is forced into a corner where she has to choose between being Ladybuy or Marinette.

. But she doesn't get a chance as Hawkmoth is dethroned and replaced by an even greater threat. She is forced to take on the persona of LadyNoir. Her life crumbles as she tries her hardest to balance her life as a hero and a person. She tries to save everyone but someone always ends up getting hurt. Whether it be her as Marinette, clinging to what little of her life is left. Or her as LadyNoir, with no choice but to watch innocent civilians die because she couldn't think of a better plan that could've saved everyone.

. It gets to the point where she makes an unforgivable wish. But every wish has a cost. She only finds out the price when she is forced to stand behind an invisible wall and watch as her life replays before her eyes, the film slowly burning away till there's nothing left. She cries as she falls into an ocean of familiar Lazarus green.

Danny

. Danny's life is also crumbling around him as he struggles to separate his human life from his ghost half. But after becoming the Ghost King, things only became more complicated and even more dangerous as more ghosts started coming through the portal to challenge him for the crown. And while he would really love to give it away, the guys that kept fighting him for it are very clearly evil. So he has to keep fighting, winning, and solidifying his position as the King of the Infinite Realms. But with every win comes a newfound power. Power he doesn't want. Power that scares him.

. It gets to the point when Danny has to drop out of school. He wasn't even scoring double digits anymore so what was the sense of keeping him? But Danny couldn't stay home either, it was too dangerous as his ghost and human halves were slowly becoming one. And his parents' obsession was slowly becoming a threat to him. He thought he had the solution. He was going to shut down the portal and leave Amity Park.

. It was perfect really, as no ghost portal meant no ghost. And he couldn't be vivisected if neither the GIW nor his parents could catch him. He talked the plan over with team phantom and they reluctantly agreed. The ghost portal is destroyed, and Danny leaves Amity and files over Elmerton and a few other towns. But after flying for a while, Danny gets to a sort of border where nothing meets... NOTHING. On the other side was just an infinite void. Nothing.

. Danny slowly realizes that in this world, all he knew was Amity Park. He never actually traveled or went on field trips. Never went to visit extended family nor did any visit. No one 'new' ever came to Amity Park because they were all just nearby. He learned no relevant history besides Amity Park because there was nothing outside of Amity Park. When the realization had finally set in the world began to crumble into the void and it became a race against him and the void.

. Danny knew that he was fast but the void was faster, and before he knew it he was back in Amity. He was going to warn them and try to save as many people as he could. But saw something in their eyes. They already knew. Danny watched how teary eyes and big smiles, everyone and everything he loved crumbled into the void, fading into nothingness.

Scientists across the galaxy, the universe even, often theorize about how everything came to be. Well, it didn't start with a bang, that's for sure. 'Well then how did it start?' you might ask.

Well..., it started with some tears and a scream.

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