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love, lola / chapter seven / banana and the band (5.6k)

Summer is in full swing. As pregnancy occupies your time, Eddie finds his own groove. But will it lead him to a future without you?

a/n: happy ending eventually, slow burn, will they won't they, a lil angsty but never mean eddie! tw: if pregnancy details and adoption

ok guys if you hadn't been wondering where this story was going, i think this chapter might give you a clue! we are really getting going now.

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The summer of '86 was so far, looking pretty sweet for Eddie Munson; a striking contrast to the events of the spring. On top of being a high school graduate, Eddie was now gainfully employed at The Hideout. Once graduating, for the first time in his life, he'd found himself swimming in free time. No school to waste his time, his drug dealing hat hung up and unfortunately, Corroded Coffin disbanded. The other guys occupied with summer jobs or preparations for leaving Hawkins behind for college. Adventures which were not on the horizon for the likes of himself.

Then, there were only so many times he could interrupt Steve and Robin at Family Video. Eddie had already been scolded for messing with Steve's precious returns piles and Keith was threatening a Munson-ban. As for the kids, they already had so much of their childhood stolen, Eddie wanted them to have the summer to reclaim some. The lanky presence of a twenty year old former drug dealer didn't aid that - which had became painfully obvious when he'd been mistaken for Dustin's dad by the shop assistant at 7/11. And of course there was you.

Now, you did have the same endless free time as Eddie, yet he was terrified of imposing. Whereas previously, spending countless hours together wasting away the summer months had been second nature, it was no longer. The feelings Eddie first noticed when he was fourteen were bubbling back up to the surface with vengeance. During adolescence it had been easy to coexist with the love he held because being in your warm presence was all he'd known. The blissful ignorance of youth meant he hadn't quite grappled with the overwhelming nature of love. Then during those peak years of realisation from eighteen onwards, you hadn't been there.

The distance college provided was Eddie's saving grace. Allowing him to compartmentalise his feelings towards you and store them in a locked box in the attic of his mind. Two years later, you've now returned. Bursting through the attic hatch, wielding bolt cutters to break open the industrial chains he'd put on that dusty box to keep it sealed. Unwittingly you've now unleashed a lifetime of all consuming love. The kind that has Eddie no longer knowing how to be normal around you. Bubbles fizz in his stomach in your presence, pressure rising to the point he fears the cork will pop and every soppy thought will flow from his mouth. Like a lovesick teenager he feels his palms sweat as his uncontrollable hand itches to take yours. So if anything, Eddie needs something to occupy not only his time but his mind. Something to prevent the impulses that zap through him.

So that's where Eddie found that for once, the universe offered him a sprinkle of luck. On a summer evening as he nursed a beer, longingly watching you twirl around with Robin, he was propositioned. From behind the bar, Carl, the owner of The Hideout croaked.

'So, Munson, now you're a free man, take it you been finding yourself with a lotta time on ya hands?'

Eddie scoffs and nods, he doesn't know the half hour of it. Yesterday he took apart and reassembled Wayne's radio just for something to do - it now only plays stations in what they think is Portuguese.

'Well, can always do with extra hands round here, man...' Carl shrugs.

Eddie whips his head round, raising an eyebrow.

'Carl, let's be serious, we both know I am not twenty one, right?'

Carl cracks up.

'No shit, kid. You don't think I can tell a Sharpie job on an ID?'

They both laugh, he'd lost the flawless looking fake ID you'd made for him whilst you'd been away. Resulting in him feebly attempting forgery. He quickly realised that fake IDs and forgery were not something he could add to his portfolio of criminal services a long with dealing.

'Not gonna get your ass shut down for having someone underage kid working?' Eddie asks. Carl shakes his head.

'Hell no, you think they send agents to check in at this shit hole? Pretty sure we're on file as going out of business a decade ago. Nah, man, your only problem would be Chief Hopper and he'd let it slide for you, right?'

Eddie mulls it over. It's the best offer he's been given... the only offer he's been given. He could get a few drinks for free, maybe use the stage and equipment to practice, see a few gigs. Do anything other than obsess over you.

'Yeah, yeah, Hopper would be cool. What would you have me doing? Need some muscle on the door,' Eddie smirks, flexing his lean arms like Popeye.

'Sure, I'll call you if the stray cats outside get rowdy... I was thinking more like the bar. Means I can stay in the office, means the girls we already got on the bar have someone to look out for em, plus you know all the wiring and shit better than me. Can sort all that out for the bands?'

Carl sees the smile spread across Eddie's face and offers out a hand.

'We got a deal, Munson?'

Eddie's ringed hand grips Carl's aged tattooed one.

'Fuck yeah.'

By August you're four months pregnant and every morning is a nauseating guessing game even without the morning sickness.

Once the creeping morning light wakes you, a ritual that started at the beginning of summer, starts. Five deep breaths, eyes squeeze shut, then you raise your duvet, open your eyes and see if over night your stomach has miraculously blown up like a balloon. Then you convince yourself that sight deceives you and obsessively probe your stomach to see if it feels rounder than last night. All this plotting and secrecy was pointless if your body betrayed you, the bump appearing and giving it away like a pointing neon sign. But thankfully, the universe had granted you a sliver of luck and the bump was barely bigger than the aftermath of a large dinner. Nothing anyone would notice. Nothing Eddie would notice.

Still, there were other factors you constantly feared would give up the game. You wondered if anyone noticed your reluctance to enter the pool all summer. Both Gran's and Steve's remained untouched by yourself despite numerous days spent lounging around it with your friends.

'The baby can't drown when it's inside you,' Steve had snorted.

You knew that, having approached pregnancy as you would a school test. Meticulously revising in attempt to make pregnancy appear as something to learn about and not something happening to you. Swimming was listed as a pregnancy safe exercise. But you're sure the subjects tested weren't in a pool with a gaggle of sun drunk teenage boys and a lanky best friend who insisted on hurling you around. You don't believe it would be best pleased to find itself wobbling around on Eddie's shoulders as you wrestled Robin on top of Steve. Plus, wearing a swim suit that exposed your stomach, highlighting it to the world, felt like tempting fate. And a shallow lovesick part of you didn't want Eddie to see you in a bikini, skin exposed, unless you looked perfect.

The other glaring giveaway was you weren't drinking and what was summer without boozy evenings with friends? This all became even trickier now Eddie was behind the bar at The Hideout. No longer could you pretend there was rum hiding in your coke when you were ordering from him. Luckily, Steve was a true friend and stepped up. A true friend who had never drank so much in his life. Making sure to always drink your decoy or order on your behalf. You were glad Eddie had got the job, had something to motivate him and get up for. The downside was now he was the Hideout's resident eye candy. Every night out you were forced to witnessed the girls flocking to the bar and pawing at him. Big lashes batting at him, asking for their fourth drink in the last hour; pouting that they'd spilt their previous glass. Infuriatingly, despite being a goof, Eddie was painstakingly charming; something he failed to realise. His natural charisma oozing as he smirked at the girls needing a replacement,

'Oh it just fell out of your hand? Well we can't be having that, doll. 'Pose you want the same again?'

You watched the girls fluster, knees buckling and not just from the booze and heels, a reaction you'd had a plenty. It only grew worse once they found out he was talented eye-candy as they caught him on stage doing sound checks or providing back up when a band's guitarist had one too many. The kicker was the female clientele of the Hideout were exactly what you'd imagined his type to be. Buxom heavy metal cover girls with smouldering eyes and a music taste much more in tune with his. A lethal combination of heartbreak, jealousy and fury bubbled inside, only aided by raging pregnancy hormones and again without alcohol to numb the pain. Your only comfort was Steve's protective reaction where he would slide you a warm hand to squeeze.

That warm hand was there again when you finally caved and went to get your first scan. Admittedly, you should've already had one but you had buried yourself in denial. Not wanting to hear that tiny pulsing which would cause you to crash land into reality. But at twenty weeks, you knew you had to, it would be irresponsible not to. The adoption agency you had been in contact with needed to know a due date and ideally a scan for prospective parents. It made you feel a little queasy, the thought of the now banana sized being inside you getting advertised. A little grainy picture used to grab the attention of the highest bidder, like a used goods flier pinned to a bulletin board at the grocery store. What could you do though? That was the process, this is what you had to do.

The appointment came round on the 22nd August, a Friday which was far too sunny when you felt so blue. Not even the air conditioning of Steve's BMW could prevent the sweat that beaded on your forehead; a mixture of anxiety and the abnormally warm summer. The car was silent in anticipation, thick with the looming sense of how real the situation you'd gotten yourself in was about to become. You stare at the backs of your moral supporters' heads. Gran staring wistfully at the blur of orange, blue and green outside. Steve's gaze fixated on the road as his knuckles whitened with his grip on the wheel. The blaring WHAM! tape a stark contrast to the somber mood.

Steve's hand gripped yours in support as you reclined on the bed in anticipation for the nurse. Gran's firm on your shoulder. The two people who you knew were going to keep you grounded until this blip in your life was over. The nervous energy was interrupted by the chirping of the nurse.

'Hi, Miss Y/L/N?' you nod, 'good morning! How we feeling today? Excited? Nervous?'

You could tell she was good at her job, had mastered the art of talking to ease people.

'How about you, Mom or I guess Grandma now? And Dad to be?'

Gran winces. Steve's breath hitches. Oh crap, you think, I'm about to foil up this poor woman's routine. One top of that, the message that no one was going to become anything other than what they already were, clearly hadn't been passed on. The three of you look between each other grimacing. Your voice croaks nervously.

'Oh urm, this is actually my Gran... and he's not the father...'

Steve gives an awkwardly cheerful salute 'Just a good friend.'

The nurse clearly looks as if she's about to say something nice but you have one final blow.

'And, urm...' you squirm on the squeaking bed, 'I'm not keeping it. The baby - sorry. They're getting adopted.'

For the first time, her kind smile falters as she flusters on her word.

'Oh - oh god. I'm so sorry! There's usually a note and - oh, my apologies... well... shall we make sure they're all okay in there?'

You nod, making sure to put on a big smile to ease the nurse so she can get back into her rhythm. Carefully you roll your top up to reveal your belly... or lack there of.

'I... don't really have a bump? Is that normal? Are they okay?'

The nurse is quick to reassure, 'Don't worry! Bump size is different for everyone. Nothing to worry about but we'll double check, alright?'

Both Gran and Steve offer another soothing squeeze. Brandishing the gel, you’re given a warning.

‘Okay, hon, now this will be cold. You ready?’

You nod but the response is quickly cut off as the thick gel hits your stomach like ice sludge. An involuntary squeal escapes. Steve let’s out a snigger at your response and is met by glares from every woman in the room.

‘It’s not that bad, surely?’ He attempts to crack.

The unamused look on your face should’ve warned him not to push it. Quickly, your free hand swipes up a glob of the gel and slathers it on Steve’s exposed forearm. The squeak that escapes him is far more girlish than you ever could’ve produced. You smirk at his frown. How was this the response from a man who has been mauled by inter-dimensional creatures? Gran and the nurse cackle as he untwines his fingers from yours to rub at the frozen patch of skin.

‘Ok… point proven,’ he sulks.

After reapplying the gel, you all watch with bated breath as the scanner makes contact with your stomach. The smooth surface glides over the skin, searching. No one in the room dares to exhale. Now, your mind races with potential problems. You feel foolish for not being more concerned about the lack of bump. Despite everything, despite the colossal detour this baby has taken your life on, you want it to be there. You want it to be okay.

The sonogram screen looks nothing but like static to you. Jarring flickers of black and white. Nothing your eyes can recognise as a life form. It's all silent.

Then finally, a soft pulsing begins to echo out of the tinny speakers. The two hands digging into your skin finally relax a little.

'There we go,' the nurse beams, 'looks like we have a little burrower on our hands.'

The image stills and she pauses over the right spot. It's not exactly a breathtaking picture of what grows inside you. The edges are fuzzy, it's abstract. Like an impressionist painting of life.

'C-could you point it out... I'm not sure where they are on screen,' your voice is laced with embarrassment. As if not being able to instantly recognise the baby made you a bad mother. But I'm not a mother, I'm not going to be you have to remind yourself.

A blue gloved finger outlines a section on screen.

'Oh,' you gasp. It's so obvious now she shows you. 'A little banana.' The internal musing manages to pass your lips and three sets of eyes look at you confused.

'That's what the book said,' you stutter, 'by twenty weeks they'd be the size of a banana...'

The nurse chuckles along with Gran as Steve remains fascinated by the little wiggling form on screen.

'Yeah, that's about right,' the nurse adds, 'although I would say this is quite a little banana, but...'

She scans back over again to be sure, 'a very healthy little one!'

Gran leans presses a kiss to the side of your head.

'I knew it, it's all okay in there. You've done good,' as it did when you were small, her voice still soothes you like nothing else.

The question you've been dreading finally comes.

'So, Y/N, would you like to know the baby's gender?' The nurse smiles. Before you can stop yourself and compose a more succinct answer you blurt out,

'No!'

You're met back with surprised and alarmed blinking eyes. The nurse, Steve and Gran looking between each other to work out what just happened.

'The adoption agency don't require it. Just as long as they're healthy. That's all, that's fine,' you attempt to reason. Gran tucks a finger under your chin, her sharp eyes analysing your own.

'Are you sure you don't want to know darling?' She drawls out the 'sure' for emphasis.

'I'm sure. We're done.'

In the car home you feel embarrassed by your sharpness over the gender. Again you travel in awkward silence. One of the more exciting parts of pregnancy for most, just an uncomfortable experience for you. The open window causes the printed sonogram picture to flutter between your fingers. The motion causing the black and white haze to dance around like it had on screen. As if your banana size baby was hopping around. You wonder if they will start to bop around inside you, the nurse said they should start to move anytime now. Will they stay a little burrower or would they become a relentless little wriggler? Eddie's baby would definitely be a wriggler. You pinch your thigh for that thought. Thoughts like that now intrude daily, as if your own mind is trying to torture you. It's why you didn't want to know the gender.

The last thing you needed was another sliver of information that could paint a fantasy for you. Your imagination would only take the gender and run with it. It would allow you to truly picture the baby. What they'd look like, who they'd be or all the things they could've been had they been Eddie's. It feels cruel to say and it's why you didn't explain in the hospital room, but you don't want to humanise the baby. The more you pretend this is nothing more than a project or a transaction, the easier this will be. Already your heart hurts too much.

Over at The Hideout, Eddie squints in concentration, pushing escaping strands of hair out of his face. Sweat drips down his neck, skin exposed due to the ponytail. The stage lights are hot on him as he toys with the wiring for the amps and speaker system. All day he's spent setting the place up for a big gig. A few repeat guests supporting a once regular band that had gathered a lot of heat. Setting this night up made Eddie, for the first time, feel important and valued. A sensation that sent electric bolts through his body and not in the same way as earlier when an old wire sparked.

For a rundown bar in a dead end town, The Hideout had garnered a cult venue status for metal and rock bands dotted between Hawkins and Indianapolis. The headliners Kraven were familiar to Eddie, having played a few of the same shows as Corroded Coffin. More rock than metal but still good, very good. They had garnered a big hype, getting shows at real venues in the city and those getting rave reviews in magazines and the paper. Eddie had been pretty surprised they'd been down to come back to The Hideout for the end of summer event he'd organised. Carl had been impressed with his ability with the bar, quick to let Eddie become his right hand man. The ultimate approval was now getting granted permission to throw his very own event.

'Shit, bro. You fuckin set all this shit up already?' Taylor, the lead of Kraven appeared beside Eddie. Tanned skin littered with tattoos and messy waved bleach white hair; the perfect image of a rockstar.

'Um yeah, pretty much. It was no problem...' Eddie shrugs.

'Wicked, thanks dude. So, you still playin yourself?' Taylor asks casually as he strolls over to his guitar. Fingers artfully tuning it.

'No, not really. Band kinda broke up. They're all off to college and shit.'

Eddie feels a little embarrassed under Taylor's confident gaze. Embarrassed to admit his band had fallen apart to someone whose was thriving.

'Damn fuckin shame!' Taylor bellows into the microphone. His impressive voice echoing through the empty venue. 'You guys were pretty sick, y'know? Especially you bro. Fucking shredder!'

For a different reason now, Eddie blushes with embarrassment. But this time because someone like Taylor thinks he's talented. Thinks he hadn't just wasted his time with music.

'Oh, shit, well... thanks! Means a lo-'

'Wanna play with us tonight?' Taylor casually asks like it's nothing. He must notice the bafflement in Eddie's face so he continues.

'We're a man down. Lead guitarist ain't here. Was gonna just cover myself but... dunno, think it would pretty hardcore if you filled in?'

Eddie feels his jaw drop; now he's really flattered. The thought is nerve wracking but god, did he miss performing.

'Fuck... are you sure? I mean I don't even know your stuff?'

Taylor scoffs, 'Fuck yeah. Look you'd be doing us a favour and you're good, you'll pick it up easy over practice.'

The electricity running through Eddie increases tenfold. Who is he to refuse a guy as cool as Taylor? Plus, a desperate part in the back of his mind whispers a fantasy of you swooning seeing him on stage again for the first time in years.

As the stage lights came on, Eddie desperately resisted the temptation to rub his eyes; now lined in perfectly smudged black kohl. The Kraven look was a little different to Corroded Coffin's, more Studio 54 than biker bar. The rest of the band all exposed glittering skin, tight leather and mesh. After rehearsals, Eddie had gone back to the house to rummage for anything that fit the brief. His chosen look of skin tight shredded black jeans, home cut vest and leather jacket was met with approval.

'Let me just add the finishing touches,' the drummer's girlfriend had said.

She sat Eddie down, hovering over his lap as she artfully smudged the liner. Her eyes fixated on his own whilst smearing a layer of glitter over it. The intimacy of his pre-show rehearsal caused his imagination to picture you instead. When he closed his eyes it was you straddling his lap, soft fingertips sweeping on his eyelids and wishing him words of encouragement. Just as he had in the dressing room, Eddie stood on stage wondering what you'd think. Would you like this new look? Would you find it hot? He knows you like Bowie. Then there were other concerns, you hadn't seen him play since you'd left for New York. He's pretty sure he became a much better musician since then. Losing himself in Corroded Coffin in a desperate attempt to fill the void you left. Eddie prays you like this. Prays you enjoy watching him perform.

The spiralling thoughts are knocked out of Eddie as Taylor strums the first note on his guitar and the performance begins.

When the stage lights illuminate the figures on stage, you cough up your swig of cranberry juice. There is one guitarist up there who you definitely recognise. You'd arrived with the gang earlier, excited for the evening Eddie had worked hard organising. He'd miraculously left out the part where he would be performing himself. Steve pats your back from your choking whilst the rest of the group gawp.

'What the fuck?!' Robin shouts, 'is that Eddie?'

You nod feebly, still speechless. This band looked like a real band, Eddie looked like a star. Even from where you all huddled in your usual booth you could see him oozing effortless swagger.

'Did you know he was playing tonight?' Nancy asks in bafflement.

'No,' you reply meekly, 'not a clue...'

You hadn't seen Eddie play since you left for college. It appeared in the meantime he'd gotten even better. Argyle was up and rallying you all.

'Dudes, this is fuckin sweet! Come on we gotta go up there!'

Everyone was quick to file out the booth, weaving into the crowd to get closer to the stage. As if Eddie's guitar was a siren's call, you found yourself following them until a tug at your sleeve pulls you back.

Steve frowns, 'what are you doing? Are you sure that's safe?'

'I don't want to miss it! It'll look weird if I'm not there as well,' you're sure your voice whines like a teenager.

'Yeah but...' Steve's eyes full of worry flicker down to your stomach.

'It'll be okay, you'll stay with me right?' A dramatic sigh signals you've won the argument.

'Yes, fine, of course I will.'

Steve firmly grips your hand, shielding you as he pushes through the crowd until he finds the others.

Only a few rows back from the stage, you now see Eddie fully.

Framing his dark chocolate eyes are smudges of eyeliner and glitter that reflects the colourful lights. The make up makes his eyes even more intense. The two orbs seem to find you in the crowd and light up. Their magnetism making you feel like you're the only one in the room. His ringed fingers move faster and in more intricate ways than you've ever seen him do before. Fuck, Eddie was always a talented musician but he'd improved tenfold in the last two years. Not just him, however, the whole band look professional. All the members in perfect harmony. The songs not just covers or tunes thrown together in a garage, they're hits. You have no idea how Eddie has ended up a part of them, whoever they are but they're electrifying.

It's not just you who thinks so. The whole crowd moves like a wave, losing themselves in the music. In the corner of your eye you see Robin, Jonathan and Argyle's hair whipping round wildly. The sheer energy in the room makes the air thick and sticky. You can't help the way your eyes fixate on the beads of sweat trickling down Eddie's thick neck, over his collar bone, past his pecks and disappearing under his vest. This was torturous. As the band stop whilst the lead singer talks, you watch as Eddie removes his leather jacket. Strong but lean arms revealed.

When the band start back up a gasp sticks in your throat as he begins a solo. Damp curls falling as he concentrates on the notes he plays. Veins flexing under the taught porcelain skin of his arms. Like the rest of the crowd you scream. A family of bats dancing. You're unable to ignore the volume of female voices joining in on the cheering. Your blood boils with envy that others should be looking at your Eddie and thinking thoughts that slip out when you're alone in bed. You can't believe he's real. Yet, he is and painfully, he isn't yours. There's a room full of women here who he could go home with. Who aren't his best friend. Who aren't pregnant.

When they finally finish and file off the stage, Eddie's heart is still going like a jackhammer. Adrenaline from performing still coursing through his veins. Holy fuck he'd missed this. The other factor causing his pulse to race is raw jealousy. The entire show his eyes burnt at the spot where Steve's arm was wrapped tight around you. Large hand possessively gripping your shoulder, tucking you in beside him. That is not right, Eddie fumes, Steve isn't your protector or comfort, that's his role.

Congratulatory claps on his back shake Eddie out of his sulk. The guys from Kraven flocking round him.

'Eddie, bro that was fucking hardcore!'

'You're a lifesaver, dude, honestly!'

'You were on fire out there, my man!'

Eddie's cheeks flush with the praise from people he can't believe like him - think that he is talented.

'Oh, urm, thank you!' He stutters, 'thanks for letting me play! Look, I'm just gonna to see my friends, caught them in the crowd. I'll see you in a minute?'

The guys nod.

'No worries, bro. Just come back to the dressing room when you're done!' Taylor shouts after him as Eddie throws a thumbs up. Quick to run back into the bar and find you.

It takes Eddie a matter of seconds to spot you in the crowd. He's certain even if this were Madison Square Garden and he was blindfolded, he'd find you.

'Sweetheart!' He bellows over the chattering crowds and pulsing speakers.

Instantly your head whips round to see him, stood there in all his sweat covered glory. You're quick to slip out of Steve's arms and run into Eddie's.

'Ah I'm sweaty I don't wanna get you-' his protests are cut off as you slam into him. Oblivious and uncaring of his damp skin, you wrap your arms around his neck. Instinctively your fingers finding the damp curls at the back of his neck. He indulges and wraps his own tightly round your waist.

'Teddy, you were so fucking amazing,' you pull back so you can swat at his exposed chest from the sagging vest. 'Why didn't you tell me you were playing!'

Eddie chuckles at your childish frown and pout. His now calloused finger reaches to smooth down the line in your furrowed brow.

'Wasn't planned, sweets. They were a man down so I guess surprise...'

You let your fingers linger on his chest. Running your tips round over the hot smooth skin, a move that feels too intimate but you can't resist. It takes all of Eddie's strength not to groan at the feeling. He wonders if you feel how hard his heart beats under your touch. Wonders if you realise you're the cause.

'You were amazing. I mean, you always were but... now. That was something else! How could you keep that from me!'

His cheeks flush at your compliments. They feel so much more meaningful leaving your lips.

'You really think so?' He mumbles, 'guess I had a lot of time on my hands without you...'

The words pierce your heart. You knew the feeling, days became endless without Eddie. You didn't realise he'd felt the same through those two years. Pulling him back into a hug, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. It smells like sweat, smoke and his aftershave but it's all Eddie. It's home.

'I'm sorry,' you whisper. Your lips move against his skin and he lets himself pretend it's almost a kiss. He closes his eyes in bliss having you close like this. One arm pulling you tight against him, fingers trailing up your spine. The other wrapped round your shoulder, his tired hands running through your soft locks. Eddie sees how far he can push his luck as he presses his lips and nose to the crown of your head. Inhaling your smell whilst lightly pressing a kiss.

Back in the dressing room, Eddie is surprised to find the band gathered as if they're holding a meeting. A bizarre contrast to see such animated people wear such serious expressions.

'Eddie, hey! Come sit,' Taylor waves him over, pointing to a chair.

He sits down and looks around at the other guys awkwardly. All their eyes on him. It feels like a very strange AA meeting.

'So... you guys good? Happy with the show?' He asks to try and break the tension.

Keith the drummer chirps up.

'Yeah bro, we're good, real good. The show was sick. That's what we wanted to talk about actually...'

Keith nods to Taylor as if to signal for him to go on.

'Look, Eddie, I'll be real with you. Kraven, we're doing well. It's not been announced yet but... we're signed. We've been working on a debut album for a few months...'

Eddie's eyes widen. It does make sense, he wonders why they hadn't said though.

'Shit, guys, that's awesome. Well done-'

Taylor cuts Eddie off.

'That's not all... we may have come with ulterior motives. Our lead guitarist, tonight wasn't just a one off. He quit...'

Eddie's mouth forms a little 'O'.

'He decided going pro, it wasn't for him. It's cool. So we've been looking for a new lead. Then you called offering the gig and it was like, fuckin' serendipity. We all remembered how hardcore you were with your band.'

The rest of the band nod whilst Eddie's brain feels like it's about to malfunction.

'W-what are you guys saying?' He stumbles out.

'Well... we knew you were talented. Then tonight just proved our theory correct. Eddie, bro... we want you to join the band.'

For the first time in his life, Eddie Munson might be speechless. The silence is filled then by Spike their bass player.

'I know this sounds fuckin batshit brother but we were so good out there, together. You're better than this place, too talented to just be managing a bar in a random ass town. You could be doing the real thing with us, man. We've been out in Cali recording...'

Eddie scans the room, at the pleading faces before him. This feels like a dream. This can't be happening, shit like this is from movies, they don't happen to Eddie the freak Munson. And California? That's like a million miles away. He's barely left the state. It's a million miles away from you. From that New York plan he'd wishfully proposed. But then, what else does he really have? He can't just tag along on your life forever. Taylor coughs, interrupting his freak out.

'So, what do you say, dude... wanna be Kraven's lead guitar?'

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Length: 8k / Rating: T / Genre: Angst/Fluff / Warnings: Blood Major Pairings: N/A Summary: If Bruce knew anything, he'd know one simply didn't finish Minecraft. Tim would have told him, but he didn't exactly expect him to actually play-- Bruce didn't play things. Dick remembers Bruce playing things. Jason does, too. There's a hard line between what Bruce was like before and what he was like after the, well, you know. The thing with Jason. Maybe it's time for that to change

Father's Day in a Graveyard by almondrose

Length: 1k / Rating: G / Genre: Hurt/Comfort / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: It's Father's Day and Stephanie Brown hasn't been seen all day.

found some peace inside yourself by incogneat_oh

Length: 1k / Rating: G / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: And the silence stretches a little longer this time, because Bruce is hesitant to break it. He knows Jason well enough not to push too hard, to give him a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He’d obviously come here on a whim, but Bruce still can’t imagine why.

Gear Shift by audreycritter

Length: 3k / Rating: G / Genre: Slice-of-Life / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: Damian is spending a summer day at the Kent Farm and gets caught in an argument. It's a little surprising. What's more surprising is that it doesn't ruin the rest of the day.

Girl, 19, just wants normal relationship with in-laws. by lysiabeth

Length: 4k / Rating: G / Genre: Humor / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: Stephanie Brown/Cass Cain

Summary: “I honestly just didn’t think about it. I’ve been helping out at the shelter for years now, I assumed everyone knew.” Steph said, and Titus yawned on a the bed, a loud whine, grunting as he pushed his head into Damian’s thigh. Damian stroked one ear, his full attention now on the dog.

Grade School series by KagSesshlove

Length: 100k / Rating: G / Genre: Humor / Warnings: Bullying Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: Imagine that Damian goes to a regular school full time. And has to do things that normal grade-schoolers have to do. This is his life now: pretending to be a normal 10 year old at school all for the sake of the public. But, honestly, the public would rather he not.

Growing Pains by incogneat_oh

Length: 2k / Rating: G / Genre: Angst / Warnings: Injury Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: "Haven't you read a book you enjoyed, Jason?"

I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee by audreycritter

Length: 9k / Rating: T / Genre: Drama / Warnings: Blood Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce. They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.

Lost Not Gone and Found Not Lost by DawnsEternalLight and audreycritter

Length: 4k / Rating: T / Genre: Angst / Warnings: Temporary character death Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Damian Wayne is convinced that Tim Drake-Wayne is still alive after the events in Rebirth Detective Comics, Tim has returned and is dealing with...an unexpected welcome.

Minimum Height Requirement by Drag0nst0rm

Length: 2k / Rating: T / Genre: Angst/Humor / Warnings: Temporary death Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: Somewhere in the multiverse, there's a universe where letting his children dress up in capes and follow him into vigilantism seems like a good idea.Bruce is determined that it isn't going to be this one . . . Despite his children's repeated attempts to convince him otherwise. (Or: "When you're eighteen, you can do what you want. Until then, no capes.")

* Never Get You Right by audreycritter

Length: 1k / Rating: T / Genre: Hurt/Comfort / Warnings: Child abuse Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: When Stephanie Brown was little, she would sit on her roof and watch the sky and wish that Batman would come save her. Then one day, he did.

Reservations by LemonadeGarden

Length: 11k / Rating: T / Genre: Angst/Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Summary: Bruce Wayne's kids make a high stakes bet to find Bruce a girlfriend. Clark is... not sure how he feels about this. What follows is a tale of romance, friendship, family, tractors, bullet wounds, Stephanie Brown's (frankly amazing) motorcycle, and too many PowerPoint presentation jokes.

Rules by audreycritter

Length: 1k / Rating: G / Genre: Hurt/Comfort / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: There is an unspoken rule at Wayne Manor concerning nightmares and it's there to make everyone feel better. No slash, much fluff, some mild memory angst.

Running Headlong into My Arms by gleesquid

Length: 54k / Rating: T / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: Violence, mental illness Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Bruce doesn’t like to credit one thing for saving his life, but if he did, it would be Haly’s Circus that Friday night in September, just as summer was beginning to die.

Safe Space by Cerusee

Length: 5k / Rating: G / Genre: Humor / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Turns out, Bruce and Jason aren’t quite on the same page about who’s parenting whom. Bruce is going to need to clear some things up.

Serving Sizes Are a Myth by audreycritter

Length: 2k / Rating: T / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Stephanie and Bruce find a small area of common ground.

Sleeping Heartaches by audreycritter

Length: 5k / Rating: T / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: A winter patrol is cut short to take care of a baby. Damian isn’t prepared for it, or the conversation it leads to. And Bruce is pretty good with babies.

Spoiling a perfectly good kidnapping by Fishykarp

Length: 2k / Rating: T / Genre: Humor / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: The Riddler discovers that Stephanie Brown is The Spoiler. He kidnaps her in an attempt to figure out the other Bats' identities, and instead spends an afternoon getting called stupid for 1500-odd words

That One Hug Meme series by incogneat_oh

Length: 23k / Rating: T / Genre: Fluff/Angst / Warnings: Injury, illness, drug use Major Pairings: N/A

Summary: A series of one shot prompt-fills posted to tumblr, from a hug meme. Pretty self-descriptive, really.

What’s Love Without Chocolate by audreycritter

Length: 1k / Rating: G / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Stephanie tries to help Damian buy Valentine’s Cards for his fifth grade class.

White Christmas by LemonadeGarden

Length: 9k / Rating: T / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: Jason's been in the manor for a few months now. Bruce is a pretty cool guy, sure, but he's not exactly sure what to expect from him. And then they go to Siberia in the winter on a case. It goes horribly wrong, and then pretty well.

Yesterday's Voices by LemonadeGarden

Length: 49k / Rating: G / Genre: Fluff / Warnings: N/A Major Pairings: N/A Summary: While trying to take down a drug cartel that deals with memory altering drugs, things go awry, and Batman wakes up with no recollection of the last five years. As a result, his family must now race against time to find the antidote, while also having to deal with a Bruce who still thinks Jason is Robin. A Bruce who doesn't recognise most of them. A Bruce far less jaded and cynical than the one they're used to. A Bruce who still cares.

#fic recs #batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #cass cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth

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Title: No Glove, No Love Summary: Wayne buys Eddie a pack of condoms as he realizes how close Eddie and Jensen are (pre-dating). Warnings: mentions of sex

Eddie was a good kid. Wayne rarely needed to scold the boy for anything serious. Of course, there were moments when he needed to remind him of what an inside voice was. Or that even if he didn’t mind him testing the strength of their trailer, the neighbors would have problems with him blasting his music with the bass vibrating the ground.

His nephew had always been self-sufficient, which he knew was a result of his shitbrain brother. Wayne can’t even recall if the boy asks to borrow money. Wayne would always leave some out for Eddie to spend at his leisure. Due to his shifts at the plant during the week, they barely interacted outside of the early morning before Eddie left for school and his days off. Since Eddie started high school, Wayne had taken the night shift to get the differential pay. Any little bit of money helped.

However, that didn’t mean that Wayne didn’t know what his nephew was up to most of the time. He knew every band Eddie jammed out to that rattled the trailer. Wayne could name Eddie’s class in Dungeons and Dragons and his favorite adventure. He knew all the models of guitars Eddie has in his room and that Corroded Coffins has steady shows at the Hideout. Besides, he was the one to get Eddie interested in music to give him a crutch out of the criminal lifestyle his brother didn’t know how to quit.

So he also knew that Eddie was a growing boy. He was no longer a young adolescent boy with baby fat surrounding his cheeks, but a teenage boy with hormones.

Wayne also knew there was one main girl in his nephew’s life. Eddie may not have completely platonic thoughts regarding Jensen Thomas. Wayne had known that his nephew always had harbored some sort of crush on the girl since that Winter Ball they attended before Eddie went to high school.

It was evident from how Eddie would pay closer attention to his appearance, the trailer would go through a deep scrub, and the blushing cheeks. It wasn’t all the time, but he knew his nephew was really trying to impress the girl with something when doing all of that.

Wayne suspected the feelings were mutual between the two. The times he was around them, he could see how they were dancing around each other. His favorite was when they would look at other each and duck away before anyone noticed.

Yet, Wayne knew that it really wasn’t his business. He didn’t want to involve himself in the teenage angst of it. Besides, no one was really being harmed. He was sure that it would all work itself out.

However, Wayne wanted to be proactive. Just because he wasn’t aware of anything serious, he wanted to be in front of it. Considering the family’s history, he knew some things could be passed down, unfortunately. The last thing he wanted for his nephew was to be a teenage dad. As much as he will love to see his nephew settle down and have rugrats of his own, Eddie was still too young for that responsibility.

He purchased the box of condoms on a whim.

The older Munson was currently sipping his coffee as he waited for his curly-haired nephew to wander out of his room. It was Saturday, which meant Eddie would come strolling out of his room and regale him with the latest adventure of Dungeons and Dragons with his Hellfire club, a new band he discovered and wanted to see, and that he would probably be hanging out with Jensen later in the day if she wasn’t coming over.

Wayne sipped his coffee out of one of the many coffee mugs surrounding the walls and cabinets. He was sure some mugs were worth more than the trailer he lived in. He sighed as the caffeine flooded his system. Wayne didn’t really splurge on much outside of Eddie, so he favored the coffee that cost a little too expensive, but goddamn was it good.

Over the aroma of the caffeine, he could hear the footsteps of his nephew. The steps were loud as the boy yawned and most likely stumbled over his feet. Eddie would go into the bathroom before coming out for a drink of chocolate milk and a bowl of cereal.

Wayne sipped slowly on his coffee. He almost snorted at the cheetah print bonnet on the boy’s head.

“That’s new,” Wayne commented. He was used to seeing Jensen in a hot pink one.

“Good morning to you,” Eddie greeted as he grabbed for his glass cup.

“Jensen stay the night?” Wayne inquired. He didn’t think she did. He was sure he would have heard the two giggling like hyenas late in the night.

“Nah,” Eddie replied. “Although we are going to head over to the next town to check out this new record store that opened up.”

“You need any money?”

“I’m good,” Eddie replied with a smile.

Wayne watched as Eddie concentrated on making his cereal. He took the moment to really look at his nephew. His nephew was slowly creeping into adulthood. The boy had inherited the Munson height and their build. Long lanky limbs with dark hair and eyes. Eddie had his father’s nose and eyes. Thankfully, everything else was Eddie’s mother's. He had her smile and laugh. Most importantly, it seemed Eddie had inherited his mother's personality, her kind heart.

As much as Wayne loved that about his nephew. It worried him. As Eddie got older, it was harder to protect him from the conservative mindset of the town. Once Eddie began discovering his sense of style and self, which went against the traditional plain views of the town, it made him a target. He knew as much as his nephew could hold his head high there does come to a point where one does get tender and bruised.

So it comforted him that Eddie had Jensen, but he wanted to be sure there would not be any mini Eddies or Jensens running around their already cramped trailer.

"So what do you plan to do after that?"

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know if we buy anything, listen to the music. Jensen said she would have the house to herself."

"And her Dad allows you to be over there alone?"

Eddie looked at him confused as he sat at the table with his cereal. "Yeah?"

Wayne cleared his throat. He wasn't sure how to proceed with this conversation, but he knew it had to be done.

"With the door opened or closed?"

Eddie squinted his eyes. It was a look he had seen on his brother's face many times when he was trying to decode something.

He then watched as a red wave bloomed across his nephew's features.

"Jensen’s not -...we are…"

Wayne put his hands up. His own ears turned red. "Hey, I don't want to know. The only thing I am worried about is you being safe with Jensen…or anyone."

"I'm…Uncle Wayne…"

Wayne stood up and grabbed the small box of condoms he bought at the convenience store before coming home. He placed them in front of Eddie.

"Just be safe, okay." Wayne pressed. "Do you know how to use them?"

Eddie's ears were torches at this point. "Jensen and I…"

"You like her, right?" Wayne probed.

Eddie chewed on his lip. The blush was spreading down his neck before he gave a jerky nod of the head.

"So what's the problem?"

Eddie exhaled deeply. “It’s Jensen.” He stated as if that was the answer to everything.

“Yeah?”

“It’s better that she is my friend than nothing. I don’t want to ruin things.” Eddie revealed.

“You think she doesn’t like you?” Wayne was trying hard to hold his laughter in. Teenagers can be so oblivious about things sometimes. Wayne wasn’t going to push or prod anymore. He would let those two knuckleheads figure it out on their own. He shook his head. “Just keep the condoms on ya. We don’t have room for mini yous to be running around.”

“Haha. Funny,” Eddie said drooly.

Wayne acted like he didn’t see Eddie look at the condoms curiously before swiping them to take back to his room.

He hoped Eddie knew how to put them on properly.

[3. Love Doctors] - [5. Blade of Grass] - [Stranger Things Masterlist]

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #wayne munson #eddie munson x wayne munson #melt!verse #stepsister!jensen #untilmynextstory #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson x ofc #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction

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chyirly · 11 months

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Human Amongst Beast (DC Idea)

So basically this takes place in a world where everyone, except for the Batfam are animals. Everyone who is a superhero that is. They are ‘pets’ that live in the Wayne manor with the Wayne family as their caretakers.

Of course, they aren't normal ‘pets’, they can shapeshift into humans, which is what they do when fighting villains. Although I do think that it should remain on a time limit except for those that actually are able to shape shift in the franchise.

The actual humans remain humans but are aware of the shape-shifting and weird stuff going on. I don't know what to do with them.

Of course, the Waynes are aware of this, having their superhero persona that they use when necessary. Although they aren't that well know outside of the hero community.

I think this would be a slice of life with some serious moments, but it mainly showing the adventure of the ‘pets’ as they try to keep things on the down low.

The Batfam mainly try to stay at the Wayne manor, but they do have their own personal residence that they live in where some ‘pets’ will mainly reside.

With most of them being semi-permanent residents of the manor. Garfield, in particular, would come back as a different animal every time, so the Waynes just name every different version as Garfield the I, II, III, etc.

Dinosaur Garfield does exist and does have a name.

Garfield and the other aliens that don't exactly fit into the mold of a regular pet are seen as exotic by the family, no questions asked.

The Kent family are not apart of the Wayne group. I can see as animals that the Waynes meet at the parks while taking their pets on walks. Always present but not.

The Flash family are in the same situation as the Kents. Bart, due to being a time traveler is aware of the Batfam’s identity, but due to forget to explain the first time, never does. Bart just showed up one day.

For magic user such as Zatanna, I see them as being able to remain human for far longer than the others, there is still a time limit, but they are able to interact with the Waynes in their personal life.

Cyborg is a regular animal with robotic parts.

I don't think there will be any romance, maybe some hints but probably not.

Now for the teams, I think of it as the Wayne family having their own set of pets that they are more responsible for, such as Bruce with the JLA. Sometimes these groups will overlap.

Now when the ‘pets’ are out fighting crime, it will be noticeable, so the others will try to distract their handlers until the other comes back. When that doesn't work, the Waynes will be over dramatic and begin putting out wanted posters, sometimes even looking for other heroes to find their missing ‘pet’.

Garfield gets a pass because at some point they figured out that another Garfield would count as the original.

Garfield, due to having shapeshifting as his literal superpower, is the one that has to be the most careful when fighting. Although the Batfam just think that it is a coincidence.

Of course, as stated before, the Batfam know all about the shapeshifting, they just play along with everything as well as enjoy the other's pain as they try to keep their identity a secret.

When the Batfam are out patrolling, mainly during the night, except for Duke, they try to do so before the ‘pets’ realize they are not in bed being regular humans. When they are with others fighting larger disasters, they try to make things not so obvious, even having some members be civilian casualties.

When meeting other versions of themselves, the pets will tell them to keep things hidden, although the dimensional visitors do know the Batfam’s civilian identities, they won’t say anything due to their own Batfam redirecting the conversation. In the end, they never explain.

The reveal has to be an accident on the Batfam side, no question.

#dc universe #dc au #batfam #shapeshifter #shapeshifting #pets #garfeld #garfield logan #beast boy #he not the main character but he is focused on a lot more

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shadows-of-a-memory · 17 days

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neal caffrey

back to white collar masterlist

romantic

one-shots

the high might be theirs (but all the bottles were mine)

(technically a two-shot) you’re in love. in love with danny brooks, your childhood best friend. when it turns out the affection is mutual, you two begin dating. then, danny finds out about his past: his real name is neal, and he was moved to witness protection when he was two due to his father being a dirty cop. you’re left alone, abandoned, unloved. a few years later, though, danny-neal shows back up, and you’re forced to figure put how to handle his reappearance. based off of “nothing else i could do” by ella jane

series

of small mines and subtle misdirections

(top gun!crossover) (bradshaw!reader) your life is pretty much perfect. oh, you have your bad days, your struggles, your fights, but you’re married to the love of your life, have the best kids you could hope for, and work with your best friends at a job you love kicking criminal ass. but when a case takes you out to san diego, familiar ghosts come back to haunt you and you find that sometimes running from your past only makes its shadow longer.

dawn ‘til dusk (and through the night)

(dc!crossover) (series of oneshots) you’ve been in love with pining a normal amount after neal caffrey for… far longer than you should. it’s part of why you’re the only person that figures out his real identities as both dick grayson and nightwing. this, as one might guess, causes a lot of conflict… both with suspicious superheroes and your paranoid coworkers. at least it can’t get any worse than this.

of refractions in reflections

(mcu!crossover) (stark!reader) when the universe was destroyed following the four infinity snaps, somehow instead of dying you find yourself having traveled back in time—just in time to fix things on the front end and sace the world, right? wrong. you’re exhausted. you’ve tried to save the world too many times to care now. so, instead, you create a new identity, separate from your family legacy. create a life, a niche, in an equally new and old world. unfortunately, things don’t always work out that well, especially not for a stark—no matter how hard you may try to run from the name.

pulling out the fray ‘til it comes undone

(national treasure!crossover) (no y/n used) Your mother was a crappy parent, the picture in the dictionary beside “negligent”. Your neighbors ended up raising you, taking you in but not adopting you after her death when your father decided against doing so. Not that you expected differently—he was absent. You had had time to resign yourself to your situation and his lack of involvement—but decades later, a chance encounter that may not be chance per se, means you might find out that all you lived was a lie.

platonic

one-shots

none yet

series

you're saying your goodbyes (before you've arrived)

So, why would you run, dear? When all that you'll find You had what you need, but you just couldn't see What was already there the whole time The problem with running your past is that somehow, someday, it always catches up. And following suicide mission after suicide mission, it certainly could have picked a better time to come knocking. Because when does anything go the way you want?

the life and times of y/n caffrey

multiple series’ following the adventures of neal's younger sister, in order: *nothing they say is enough (so they don't say anything) *walk away *to be added

everything money could buy

(mcu!crossover) (dc!crossover & dick grayson!neal caffrey) bruce wayne is… maybe not the greatest dad. so far, the number of you hiding from him in new york city has reached three, which is only 37.8%, but thats basically 40%, which is basically 50%, which is basically 100%. so yeah. you’re totally justified in living your life with definitely no thoughts at all to your father. you’ve moved on. except… when tragedy hits, you find that maybe you haven’t, after all.

when the sun clouds over (will you be by my side?)

Loyalty is probably the most important thing for you. With how many times you’ve been betrayed, knowing that the people by your side will stay there no matter what, is one of the most sacred things to you. It’s a belief held that only increases when you join SHIELD and enter the game. When your brother, the person who you trusted above everyone else to stick by you, betrays that trust, will you be able to learn how to trust the others around you once again? And when he comes back, needing a favor, will you be able to put aside the knife in your back and assist him, or is that too much to ask on his part?

#navigation

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alisonwritesimagines · 2 years

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Choice ~Bruce Wayne Imagine~

Summary: You find out that Bruce made a choice when it came to saving you or Seline from the Joker.

Author's Note: The only Bruce Wayne I prefer now is the one from the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon comics.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Heavy angst

Tag list: @what-0-life @venomsvl @apa-baba

Do not post this anywhere!!!!

The guilt was eating all of them inside. Every family meal, they wanted to blurt it out. Every time they were alone with you, they wanted to tell you. But they promised they wouldn’t say anything until you recovered. Everyone at the table knew but you. Hell, even Alfred knew. They all knew it was gonna kill you to know the truth.

It had been a week since they rescued you from Joker. What you didn’t know was that Seline Kyle was also captured. It was to make Batman choose who to save. Because Joker knew that Bruce would save Seline and not you.

“This is killing me inside. Can’t we tell her now? She’s doing better,” Tim asked.

“I think we should wait a little longer,” Stephanie tells him.

“She has to know. Every time she’s with him, it’s like he’s taunting us!” Jason yelled.

It was no doubt that the batkids loved you. After all, you were their mother. Even if it wasn’t biological, they called you their mother and you called them your kids.

“Mother cannot know. At least not yet. She’s pregnant,” Damien tells the group.

“Pregnant? What are you talking about?” Dick asked.

“She’s been having cravings and she’s been feeling ill,” Damien explained.

“I also did see her come home with a CVS bag,” Cassandra said.

“What are we going to do?” Duke asked.

“We need to come up with a safe plan. Let mom know that she can live with one of us, have divorce papers ready, and figure out the rest when she’s away from Bruce,” Jason said.

“And what about Bruce?” Stephanie asked.

“Who cares. He chose her over mom,” Damien told her.

You sat out in the garden with Alfred as you both were enjoying some tea. Alfred had prepared a special tea for women who were expecting.

“This is nice, Alfred. We should do this more often,” you smiled at him.

“I agree, Miss Y/n.”

You saw all your kids walk out to where you and Alfred were. You smiled brightly as all of them were together.

“Kids, come join us,” you smiled at them.

“Alfred, we need to talk to mom alone,” Dick tells Alfred.

“Alfred is taking a break right now and I asked him to be here. Whatever you need to say, you can say it to him. What’s going on?” You asked.

“Mom… do you remember the night when we saved you from Joker?” Tim asked.

“Of course. Traumatizing but I’m glad you kids saved me,” you smiled.

“Mom, there’s something you should know from about that night,” Jason tells you.

“What is it?”

“That night, Joker took you and Seline. Bruce had to choose who to save. He sent us to save you while he went to save Seline,” Dick broke the news to you.

“What?” You asked in disbelief.

“We’re so sorry mom. Bruce may still have feelings for Seline,” Tim said.

“We came up with a plan for you. You can leave the manor and live with one of us. We have the divorce papers ready and we can figure out what to do when you leave,” Cassandra tells you.

“Children, I think it is best if your mother talks to Master Bruce alone first,” Alfred said. You stared down at your lap, trying to hold back your tears.

“Mom, we’re so sorry,” Damien said as he hugged you from the side. You hugged him back before patting his arm. Without another word, you stood up from your chair before walking back into the house.

“Do you think we did the right thing?” Duke asked.

“Yes, you kids did,” Alfred assured them as they all watched you walk inside.

Bruce walked inside the mansion, expecting you to greet him with a kiss. However, the manor was quiet. A little too quiet.

“Y/n?” Bruce called out. He went over to your shared bedroom where he saw you sitting by the fireplace with your wedding album on your lap.

“My love. What are you doing?” Bruce asked.

“We were so happy,” you say as you looked down at the photos.

“We are still happy.”

“Are we?” You asked, still not looking at your husband.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked.

“Please do not call me that anymore,” you tell him.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Bruce asked.

“That night. Did you have to choose between me and Seline?” You asked.

“Y/n-“

“Please don’t lie to me or try to sugar coat it. I need to know the truth,” you tell him, finally looking over at him. Bruce let out a sigh before sitting in front of you.

“I want you to know first that I love you.”

“I love you too. Now tell me. Did you choose to save Seline that night instead of me?” You asked.

“Yes. I did save Seline instead of you that night. I sent the kids to save you,” Bruce answered. You nodded before standing up. You placed the book on the chair before walking out of your shared room. Bruce quickly rushed after you as you walked into another room. You locked the door before walking over to the spare bed and cried softly.

“Y/n. Open the door. Please. Hear me out,” Bruce said as he knocked softly on the door.

“Bruce,” Bruce looked over at the kids who stood nearby.

“Kids.”

“We had to tell mom. She doesn’t deserve this. Especially with her carrying your child,” Jason tells him.

“Kids, why would you tell her?”

“Because she had every right to know.”

“Bruce, we had this filed before we told mom,” Tim said as he handed Bruce the divorce papers.

“Kids, leave us alone, please,” Bruce asked. The kids quietly left as they left their adoptive parents to resolve their issues.

The next couple of days were quiet. You didn’t show up to dinner for the past two days, asking Alfred to bring them to the room you were sleeping in whenever it was ready. Bruce stayed home in hopes to see you. And the kids? Those who didn’t live there came over to check up on you while the ones who did live there, spent as much time with you.

Then came the day you were ready to face Bruce again.

“I’m staying,” you tell Bruce.

“You are?”

“For the sake of the baby.”

“My love-”

“You have no right to call me that. I will stay here but I will no longer sleep in the same bed as you. I will be filing for separation from you,” you tell Bruce.

“Y/n-”

“No. You made your choice, Bruce. So go be with her. Call her and invite her over. Because as of right now, I am nothing more but just the mother of your child,” you tell him as you turned to walk away.

“Y/n!” You turned around to look at Bruce.

“I love you. I don’t love her.”

“No, you don’t. Because if you really did love me, you would’ve saved me instead of her,” you tell Bruce.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman imagine #batman x reader #batmom #batmom imagine #dc #dc imagine #wayne family adventures #alisonwritesimagines

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The Story Of How Marinette Became Mamie Mars

Marinette had been in the Bahamas enjoying her vacation when she received the phone call. It was Bruce. Upon hearing her son’s, in everything but blood, voice, she had sat up on her lounge chair and swing her legs to the side.

Bruce couldn’t speak coherently. That’s how much he had worried her. It’s not often that she would get a call from a panicking Bruce, especially on her vacation.

“Brucie, honey, calm down and speak clearly.” Her voice was sweet enough to calm her son down. “Is Alfred nearby you?” She asks, knowing that her son’s surrogate father would be close. Then again, Alfred was scheduled for his vacation soon.

“No, he’s tending the reason why I’m calling you. I may or may not have taken in a ward.” Bruce tells her, sounding off.

The words slowly register in her mind.

“I have a grandchild.” She squeals, so glad that she was sitting down instead of standing up. It’s already embarrassing that her squeal reached the others at the beach. Had she been standing, she would be dancing along with the squeal had she been standing up. “Oh Bruce, tell me about them? How are they adjusting?”

“That’s the problem, mom! I have no clue what to do. Can you come home? I rather explain all this to you in person rather than on the phone.” She can sense the longing and desperation in his voice. It warms her heart that he still needs her.

“Of course, I’ll be on the next flight out of here. Is there anything else that you want to talk about?”

Bruce murmurs a yes. And they go into a discussion more about business rather than the newest Wayne addition.

As Marinette books a plane ticket for the last flight of the night, she couldn’t help but think about her son’s ward. Never have Bruce expressed any thought about having children due to him being Batman. Though, she herself has thought about taking in another child. However, Marinette’s ability to have her body age slowly has been a blessing and a curse and keeps her from going through with it. It’s a blessing because she has a chance to look younger and experience more but it’s a curse as it means that she’ll live longer and see the people she cares about dying before her.

Nearly six hours after booking her flight, she is on a three-hour flight to New Jersey. Her vacation ended the second her butt touched the seat of the plane. It was a lovely time off from everything in Gotham, her ever-growing business dubbed Miracles Designs & Crafts, and her duties as the guardian of the Miraculous, but family always comes first.

“Alfred! It’s so good to see you again.” Marinette wraps her arms around the man. He returns the hug.

“I as well, Miss Marinette.” He responds once the embrace ends, taking her bags and loading them into the car. Marinette pouts; she could have done it herself, but she doesn’t say a word.

The drive was sweet as the two begins to catch up. Alfred enjoyed hearing about her adventures outside of the United States. Though, he fears what Bruce will say about her travel to Tibet.

“So, tell me Alfred, what are your thoughts on our son’s ward?” She inquires, looking out the window. The sky never changes in Gotham, but it certainly is a vast difference from the sunshine and clear skies that she was experiencing in the Bahamas.

“He’s determined.” Alfred states with a glance at her in the rear window. Marinette nods and continues to look out the window.

Meeting her grandchild could have gone many ways, but him winging on the chandelier was not something she was expecting. He seemed to be mourning, like him swinging on the chandelier was holding him together.

Bruce sends the boy a quick word then escorts her to the living room. The second the door closes, Bruce breaks down what happened. The boy’s name is Richard Grayson, but he likes to go by Dick. Of course, Marinette gasps upon hearing that, as she has never been around a person who calls themselves Dick. And that he was a part of the circus with his family until their demise. Dick has no family outside of the circus. There was also a chance that he’ll be the target for a mob boss.

After hearing the basics of Dick’s situation, all she wanted to do was hug the boy and give him lots of love. The same as she has done for Bruce.

“When can I officially meet my grandson?” She questions with a smile on his face. Bruce rubs the back of his neck and sends her a sheepish smile. Wrapping his arms around his surrogate mother, he guides her towards the double doors.

“Hi, I’m Marinette, but you can call me Mamie, if you want.”

Dick looks up at her, swaying in place, “Mamie?”

Marinette chuckles. “It’s one of the French versions of saying grandma.”

“Cool, but you don’t look like you’re old enough to be a grandma.” Behind them, Bruce fails at holding in a chuckle. Marinette purses her lip and keeps her eyes on Dick, even though she wanted to send her son a glare.

“Yeah, I do, but don’t be fooled. I practically raised Bruce since he was eight. Now, what do you like to do for fun?” She nudges him to talk about himself, hoping that it will help from sending him down a mourning spiral.

Bruce disappears after that, hunting down the person that sabotaged the tightrope and giving Dick his closure.

Once Dick is asleep, Marinette finds herself in the cave, watching her son’s nonstop researching process.

“You know spending time with Dick would really make him feel welcome.” Marinette pulls up a seat and sits beside him.

“I can’t. Zucco is out there, and if I can’t find him before he leaves Gotham…” Bruce trails off, turning his attention back to the screen.

Marinette shakes her head, “At least try and get to know Dick before you do something stupid. There’s only so much that I can do, but I wasn’t the one that took him in, Bruce.” Marinette turns to Alfred and gestures her head towards Bruce.

“I saw that, mom.” Marinette scoffs then gets out of her seat. “I promise that I’ll hang out with Dick before all this is over.”

“And somehow, that doesn’t make me feel that much better. He’s your problem now, Alfie.” Marinette takes her to leave, grabbing a cup of tea from Alfred before leaving the Batcave.

“Joy.” Alfred sighs, but there was an underlying hint of love there.

Life with Dick in the household was an interesting transition, especially for Marinette. Usually, when she's here, it’s silent, as Bruce is either working as Batman or being for Wayne Enterprise. The only sounds were her and Alfred talking during their afternoon tea sessions. With Dick, the manor is full of laughter and ambitious feet, running around; practically, Mimicking the sounds of the past.

With Marinette in the house, Dick didn’t feel so alone. Even though he didn’t have it in him to call Bruce dad yet, he'd definitely called Marinette Mamie on more than one occasion. When it first happened, she cried. Poor Dick, he thought she was upset or something. That day, she took them out for ice cream and to the gymnasium.

Marinette did not hide her disdain when Dick became Robin. There were a lot of baked goods in the kitchen from her stress baking. It got so bad that Alfred had to ban her from the kitchen.

Of course, once she did become comfortable with the idea of Dick out crime-fighting, she places strict rules in place so that Dick wasn’t out late at night on a school day or dealing with highly classed villains. Marinette had her fair share of fighting crime as a child, and she did not want to place that down on Dick.

On top of that, she refused to have Dick going out at night in underwear in the name of pants. That was a big no-no in this household.

Bonus:

“Mamie Mars, has there ever been a time you benched Bruce?” Dick asks one day while Marinette was helping him with his homework.

Marinette thinks for a moment. “Yes, it was within his first year of being Batman, actually. He challenged me and you know how I am when challenge, Dickie. Gotham was without their hero, excuse me, vigilante for about a month. Ladybird sure had a fun time in his stead.” She chuckles at the memory, causing Dick’s eyes to widen. He quickly finishes the rest of his homework.

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Masterlist

This ended up much longer than I anticipated so it’s all under the cut!

(last updated 5 September 2023)

(Everything that’s only on ao3 is marked with the asterisk.)

Multi chapter fics

Magic and Madness*

(Platonic timari, felinette, platonic daminette) Timothy Jackson Drake and Marie Janet Drake are inseparable twins. Then Ra's al Ghul gets in the way

Incomplete, discontinued

Magical New Beginnings*

(Cassette, slow burn) Adrien and Marinette transfer to Ilvermorny for their 6th year after a very disastrous 5th year, where they meet the Waynes and their friends. Alternatively the Cassette Ilvermorny AU literally no one asked for.

Incomplete

You’re My Friend, I’d Do Anything For You*

(Marijon, fake dating AU) “I need you to be my fake boyfriend for the next gala and fashion week after that,” she spits out in one breath and then more slowly says, “please?”

Incomplete

Shopping for Romance (Books)*

(Jasonette, flower shop au, bookstore au) Marinette's traitorous brain freezes when her eyes meet his. Beautiful, she thinks. She’s suddenly grateful that she’s put behind her days of stuttering in front of beautiful people. Alternatively, Marinette owns a flower shop (along with Rose) and Jason works at a book store. And Marinette spends more time than she'd ever thought possible at a bookstore.

Complete

One-shots

Of Rooftops and Ice-cream

(Timari, Black cat! Marinette) Something is off with Lady Noire and Tim is anything if not curious.

Events

(All the individual links lead to the tumblr posts, unless marked otherwise, and the ao3 series is linked with the event name. All of them are complete one shots, with the exception of one ("Not Goodbye") which has been continued as a series and is linked further down as a series. If the series name itself has an asterisk none of the fics linked below have been posted to tumblr and are only on ao3.)

Maribat March

The One She Chose - Day 1: Found Family

(mild Tom and Sabine salt) Marinette returns to her family in Gotham after Hawkmoth’s defeat

Snow and Hot Chocolate- Day 2: First Time and Day 3: Warmth

(daminette twins au) Marinette al Ghul-Wayne sees snow for the first time

Fangirling over your Best friend to your Best friend - Day 4: Internet Friends

Cissie and Marinette become friends after someone starts questioning teen heroes retiring

The Last Time - Day 5: Last Time

(Dickinette song fic, based of The Last Time by Taylor Swift)

A Ladybug’s Hibernation - Day 6: Miraculous Side Effects

(bio dad Bruce Wayne) Marinette hibernates due to the cold. The Batboys freak out. Alfred and Steph drink tea.

What on earth am I seeing?* - Day 7: Betrayal

(timari, chat fic) Marinette watches her boyfriend on live television in the atrocity that is the Mr. Sarcastic costume.

The Chaos Chats* - Day 8: Texting

(bio dad Bruce Wayne, chat fic) Random texts from the phone of one Marinette Wayne

Are Kwamis, by definition, Cryptids? - Day 9: Creatures and Cryptids, and Day 10: Teen Titans

Adrien thinks Kwamis are Cryptids. Trixx and Plagg get Marinette on their side. The gates to hell are opened.

Adventures in Parenting - Day 11: Mominette and Day 17: Court of Owls

Marinette Dupain-Cheng adopts the little Talon that is Dick Grayson when he is sent on a mission to take her miraculous. Companion piece to To Live Again.

To Live Again - Day 12: Second Chance

How Talon ended up being adopted by Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Companion piece to Adventures in Parenting.

How to Bring your Estranged Brother Back- A Guide by Jason Todd and Marinette Grayson - Day 13: Reverse Robins

(bio siblings dickinette) Jason has a plan to drag Tim back to the manor for the holidays, one that centers around the puppy eyes of Marinette Grayson.

Holding on to Hope - Day 14: Death

(bio dad Bruce Wayne, canon temporary character death or not death just being lost in time) Marinette has a conversation with her father.

I’ve Got your Back - Day 18: Protect

(bio dad Bruce Wayne) Damian sneaks out as Robin when injured, Marinette goes to rescue him. Continuation of Day 14: Holding on to Hope

Of Cakes and Kisses - Day 21: Domestic Bliss

(Cassette)

What If We Run Away? - Day 22: What If...

(Konmari, royalty au) Prince Kon is being forced to marry someone else and asks Marinette to run away with him.

It Started With a Schedule - Day 25: School Dance

(Marijon) College Francois Dupont organises a school dance for the exchange students from Metropolis.

The Best of Us - Day 27: Contest and Day 28: Young Justice

Adrien gets bored and creates an obstacle course. Unsurprisingly, it escalates from there.

Not Goodbye - Day 30: Goodbye

(bio dad Bruce Wayne, siblings daminette, bad mom Talia) Marinette al Ghul leaves the League of Assassins. Damian doesn't believe his sister when she says that it's not goodbye. She's proved right a couple of years later.

Marijon Week

Four Blue Eyes - Day 1: Blue Eyes

Blue eyes.

Very pretty bluebell eyes.

That’s the only thing Jon distinctly remembers about the girl he had met only a few seconds ago.

Darling I’m A Mess - Day 2: Coffee shop

His favourite shift however was the afternoon shift.

Every afternoon, about fifteen minutes after Jon takes over manning the counter is when Marinette usually comes by.

Soulmarks and what they are not - Day 3: Soulmates

5% of the population of the world are born with soulmate marks.

Marinette and Jon are part of the remaining 95%.

Always - Day 4: Stay

(death tw)

This cannot be the end.

She won't let it be the end.

What do you mean we’re trending?! - Day 5: Social Media

(bio dad Bruce Wayne)

#superboy x ladybug is trending at number one in the U.S.

Three Cups of Coffee - Day 6: Internship

Marinette becomes friends with Jon Kent when she goes to meet Alya during her internship at the Daily Planet.

Maribat Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month

To Have Several First Meetings - Day 1: Meeting For The First Time

Marinette meets Batman for the first time when she’s 14. Wonder Woman had been in contact with them from the beginning of the hawkmoth situation, but after Heroes Day Batman insists on speaking to them. Marinette doesn’t know why Batman has a sudden vested interest in Paris’s safety but she’s going to go along with it.

Museum Shenanigans - Day 2: Family/ Friends

“Isn’t that Tim Wayne?” Alix whispered from besides her. Nino nods, gaping.

The two of them turn to look at her group, she sees the exact moment her brother recognises her and wishes she could sink into the floor.

“M. Wayne. My daughter, Alix, and her friends.”

Familiarity - Day 3: Identities

Marinette couldn’t quite put a finger on it but there was something about the Waynes that felt familiar.

Continuation of Day 1

Bonding with the Bat(girl)s - Day 4: Bonding

Marinette had just entered the bakery when there were suddenly two girls standing in front of her. The blonde girl waves excitedly, “hi! I’m Stephanie Brown,” she points to her friend, “that’s Cass.”

Marinette recognizes their names, Spoiler and Batgirl. Tim’s mentioned them several times when he calls.

Remembrance - Day 5: Stories/ Memories

The Batfam's memories of Marinette over the years

As You were One - Day 14: De-aging

It's only when she stops in front of a boy who appears to be about seven who looks exactly like the photos Alfred has of her father at that age does she figure out what the akuma's powers are.

De aging.

Marinette asks him anyway, there is always the possibility that a random Parisian child looks exactly like a seven-year-old version of her father, it is a large city.

The Chronicles of Marinette Wayne - Day 22: Library/ Books

Marinette comes to him that night with the book in hand asking about, “Mr. Tumus”

“Mr. Tumnus,” he corrects her gently.

She nods in agreement and repeats, “Mr. Tumus."

Timari January

Fireworks - Day 1 (2022): Fireworks

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"I've seen more beautiful."

Nights are so starry - Day 1 (2023): Frostbite

“I’m going to get frostbite,” Tim declares.

Without missing a beat, Marinette replies, “No, you’re just a dramatic bitch.”

MGI Civil War 2022

Glitter Wars - Prompt: Glitter & Rainbows and Balloons

(Cassette)

“…why do you have so many balloons?” she asks her girlfriend, who’s grinning at her and Marinette can’t help but smile back.

“Pranks.”

Marinette grins mischievously, “who’re we pranking?” And Cass has an identical grin on her face as she says, “Tim. Steph brought glitter.”

The Risks We Choose - Prompt: Last Chance

(Cassette, death tw)

Marinette and the others come up with a new plan.

Like every plan before, it fails.

Again and again and again.

Silent Escapades

(Cassette)

Marinette and Cass meet on a rooftop, not as Cassandra Cain-Wayne and MDC or Black Bat and Ladybug but as two girls needing a break.

I Don't Mind It As Much When I'm With You

(Cassette)

Cass hates being sick. She hates lying in bed and doing nothing, being too tired do anything other than nothing.

How to Make Your Friends Get Together - By a Frustrated Stephanie Brown

(Cassette)

Marinette and Cass pine. Steph suffers.

Soft Smiles and Cat Videos

(Cassette)

Marinette watches as Cass toys with something on her phone and she has such a soft smile, it makes Marinette melt on the inside with how warm it is.

A few seconds later, her phone chimes with a notification from Cass.

3am News

(Cassette)

Cass wakes up in an empty bed and the faint sounds of the TV. Slipping out of bed, she pads into their living room to find Marinette in front of the TV. She’s watching the news. It’s in French. Marinette turns to look at her and her eyes are red and her cheeks, tear stained.

Nightmares.

Past Promises* - Prompt: Rings

Collab with @ramos123

(Cassette, please check the tags on ao3)

An Emoji Is Worth A Thousand Words*

Collab with @khneltea and @ramos123

(Cassette, platonic daminette, chatfic)

Unknown Number: I have learned of the hawkmoth situation.

Unknown Number: Do you require backup?

Marinette: ....

Marinette: dAMIAN???

Incomplete

Supermari May*

Fortunate Accidents - Day 2: Strength

“You seem extremely attached to someone you’ve met only a few times.”

“Twice,” he corrects. His mother is right though, he is pretty attached to someone who he’s met only two times. “I guess, she leaves an impression.”

When Names are Irrelevant - Day 3: Original

Jon and Damian are playing video games in one of the several rooms of Wayne Manor, when a high-pitched squeal disrupts them. Jon immediately jumps up, while Damian remains seated and proceeds to beat him. Jon stares at Stephanie, the source of the noise, in confusion.

“You have an MDC original!!!!?”

He tilts his head in confusion, “a what?”

Keeping Count - Day 4: Number

She's hopeless.

He's hopeless.

Yup! That was it!

It was totally on him that Marinette had a hopeless crush on him.

Listening - Day 5: Powers/ Baking

(bio dad bruce wayne)

Jon meets Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne for the first time when she happens to be baking enough pastries to feed a small village.

Special Seconds - Day 14: Special

“You’ve been dating for almost two years now, you’ve gone on several dates before,” Tikki says in an attempt to soothe her. A hopeless attempt, really.

“But this is different. It has to be special.” Tikki sighs but Marinette ignores her, continuing to stress over her plan. She wants it to be special. It’s their first proper date, not hanging around in some corner of the world as superheroes but actually going out somewhere as Marinette and Jon and as if things weren’t hard enough, he was meeting her parents. She regretted most of the decisions which brought her to this point.

Turn it to Rain - Day 25: Rain

He had been sunshine. It’s only fitting that it rains in his absence.

MGI Maribat Mixer*

Unannounced Visits

(bio dad Bruce Wayne)

5 times Marinette's siblings show up in Paris unannounced + 1 time that they actually plan their trip

Forever Winter If You Go

(Daminette Twins)

The League of Assassins is no place for a child, or so she will be told years in the future. At the age of three Marinette al Ghul doesn’t mind it.

Forgotten Announcements

(cassette, platonic timari)

Marinette and Cass get married. However they forget to tell the others that they did.

Best Thing That I Got

(cassette)

I’m so in love with her, Marinette thinks and freezes.

Because of course Marinette loves Cass, they’ve been friends for several years now but being in love with her is new. Though a small traitorous part of her mind whispers, is it really new or are you just realizing it now? And as Marinette stares up the smoke-filled sky looking for an answer, she starts to think maybe the small voice in her head is right. Maybe this isn’t new at all.

Dark Grey, All Alone

(cassette)

Cass sits curled up on her bed, going through an old box of photos she'd found while searching for her coat. She'd recognised the box immediately, covered in pink paper with Marinette's usual pink flowers adorning it.

Uneventful

(cassette)

Marinette grins at her fiancée, “thank you for setting me free. This has been extremely boring. Minus hundred out of ten, do not recommend.”

She knows Cass is grinning under her cowl when she replies, “would you rather go out with me?”

Enchanted

(cassette, royalty au, multi-chap)

The princess smiles warmly and Marinette tries to figure out the appropriate thing to say and fails miserably when she says, “Would you join me for a dance?”

Marinette can feel herself turning bright red.

“Yes,” the other woman replies softly, cheeks tinged pink.

Incomplete

Bio Dad Month 2022

Nameless - Day 1: Last Name: Wayne

(sibling daminette)

Marinette al- Ghul is seven when she decides he hates her last name.

Nice To Meet You - Day 2: Meeting for the first time (replacement prompt)

(sibling daminette)

He screeches and points at the girl. “You’re real?????” There’s a yell of, “Are you okay?” from Dick which Tim ignores in his desperate attempt to figure out what on earth is even happening.

Consequences - Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting

He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”

It's Not Impossible, It's Just Hard - Day 4: Father- Daughter Bonding and Day 29: Baking

Marinette was on a mission.

She was going to teach her dad how to bake.

Painting Over Scars and Bruises - Day 5: Siblings and Day 25: Older/ Little! Mari

5 times Marinette takes care of one of her siblings + 1 time one of them take care of her

Shatter - Day 7: Take Your Kid to Work

“Father, we have broken another vase,” Damian informs him solemnly.

“We’ll pay for it!” Marinette adds.

Two Young Hearts - Day 8: Significant Other

Stephanie jumps up, “You’re dating somebody??? You’re like five, you’re too young to be dating anybody.”

She stifles her laughter, “Steph, you were literally there at my 16th birthday last week.”

“Small,” Steph huffs, “Practically a baby.”

The Meaning of Family - Day 10: First Steps

And Marinette? Marinette isn't even sure if she's wanted here yet.

The Bet - Day 11: Robin/ Vigilantes and Day 16: Surprise Visitor

Jason grins, “The demon brat let slip that there was a bet-” Marinette watches as every head on the balcony turns to glare at Damian who only crosses his arms and glares back, “and Babs can be bribed for not serious information with blackmail on Dick.”

Time Is A Lie™ - Day 12: Time Travel

Fashion wise, the batsuit never has and never will be a thing, even if she has to personally ensure it.

MGI Civil War 2023

Favourites

(bio dad bruce wayne)

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

(cassette)

Marijon Week 2023: I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest*

incomplete

Bio Dad Month 2023

I'd fall to pieces on the floor, if you weren't around - Prompt: Reverse Robins

(angst) Tim dies. Marinette's father doesn't tell her.

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show - Prompt: Dating

(marijon) Marinette's siblings desperately need to learn how to give better advice.

Magic Induced Face Blindness - Prompt: Take your kid to work

Ladybug and Chat Noir are invited to an event by the Justice League. Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne freaks out.

Asks

100 followers/ birthday thing

Why fall in love? Just so you can watch it go away

(platonic daminette, tw drinking, tw mentioned character death)

"Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn't it?"

Sparks Fly

(konette)

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

Never Thought We'd Have A Last Kiss

(cassette, tw mentioned character death)

It wasn't fair.

But nothing ever was.

Rain Kisses, Snow Kisses

(jasonette)

When the couple on screen makes up with the obligatory passionate kiss in the rain, Marinette throws a cushion at the TV.

There's Nothing Left Here

(stephinette)

Marinette sees it coming a mile away. It’s been three months of missed calls, unanswered texts and rescheduled dates. But that doesn’t make it any easier.

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

(marijon, pre relationship)

One day Marinette will figure out what it is about Jon that makes her feel like everything will be alright.

Series

See You Again*

(bio dad Bruce Wayne, siblings daminette)

Fics set in the same verse as Not Goodbye.

Incomplete

#tumblr formatting made this a nightmare #i literally had to switch between my phone and laptop so I could get it to look the way I wanted #this took literal months #mostly because i kept losing interest in finishing it #did i copy paste the summaries off ao3 #yes i did #i also discovered in the process that i have fics without summaries posted on ao3 #maribat #i would like to reiterate the tumblr formatting being a nightmare #partially because that was a tag added months ago #and partially because i have spent several hours on this today and it really does require to be repeated

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Damijon Christmas Present!

FOR THE DAMIJON SECRET SANTA I HAD... @nymph-patt

dear nymph:

hi love! i haven’t written in a fat minute and i’m a little rusty so bear with me hehehe. i hope you have a wonderful holiday season! all my love -elle!

I’ve got a fluff christmas fic and a lil headcanon for ya!

Merry Stress-mas

“You can’t plan Christmas like a battle strategy Dami,” Jon groaned as Damian wheeled a whiteboard into their living room. “Actually, I’ve found it to be quite similar. Pay attention Kent, I know sticking to the plan has never been your strong suit.” Damian’s foot was tapping like crazy, Jon noted his clear anxiousness- needless to say Damian wasn’t the holiday type. Makes it a million times harder when it’s your first Christmas together as a couple.

*super-couple.

Jon gasped as Damian flipped the whiteboard like a school teacher, revealing meticulously drawn out plans mapped in expo-marker. “We start with my family, we stay until Jason is ten shots in, after that Christmas always becomes a nightmare so we head out. With your super speed it’ll be only an 14 minutes 37 second trip to your family where we stay for the majority of the night. At the end you rush us back to Gotham to console Dick after Bat-Christmas fails as always. Our emergency word is tyrannosaurus should anything go wrong at the drop we flee. Any questions?” Damian was flying through the plans, pointing at bulleted lists and analyzing possible flaws.

Jon took a deep breath, a smile creeping over his face. “I didn’t think you’d care so much about our first Christmas together with our families, it’s kind of sweet.” Lazily he reached for Damian, clinging to his back while Dami shook his head, mumbling as he edited the board. “Not really our first Christmas Kent and I definitely do not care about family tt,” Jon didn’t reply, he just smiled into the crook of Damian’s neck.

“Our suits bring down our aerodynamic potential so I’ve taken the liberty of adjusting our arrival time to 15 minutes 43 seconds. Does that sound accurate?” Jon hummed in response as he straightened Damian’s tie, it was already perfect but he’d take any excuse to get closer to Dami. “Ready my love?” Jon glanced at Damian who was checking his watch. “Yes.” Damian responded, absent mindedly clasping Jon’s hand as they made their way to the mansion.

“DAMI’S HERE!” Steph’s screech announced. She was hanging off the banister as she stole popcorn pieces from the massive tree. “Wonderful- Miss Brown I must ask you don’t eat the decorations tonight, have some festivity,” Alfred shook his head as he made his way to Jon. “Magnificent of you to join us Master Kent, I assume you will also be heading to your family’s festivities as well?” Jon opened his mouth but Damian answered first. “Yes Pennyworth, we plan on just saying for hors devours,” his curt reply brought a knowing smile to Alfred’s lips. “Always planned with you Master Damian,” his accent was playful making Jon chuckle.

Dick descended the stairs, Damian groaned at his bright green and red striped suit, Jon couldn’t help but laugh either. “Hellllooo super boyfriends! Are-You-Readyyyy-For-Tonight!” Dick practically skipped towards the two, pulling them into a tight hug before Damian could slip away. “We won’t be long Grayson we must attend the Kent family Christmas too,” Damian nodded curtly, shifting closer to Jon who got the message and moved forward into the living room.

“Actually, where are all the bat-siblings? And where did Steph run off to?” Jon noticed no one was around but Alfred who was preparing something delicious in the kitchen. Dick began chuckling, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Oh, everyone is down in the batcave. C’mon.” Damian looked taken-aback but Jon was never to shocked by batfamily-antics.

The two followed Dick to the secret door. “Now, we heard from a little super birdy [Dick winked at Jon who was now openly grinning] that you were a little nervous about having to deal with two Christmas’ this year, so we felt it’d be easier for everyone if we just-” Dick popped open the door to a winter wonderland of a batcave. A large table was put out, filled with their family members. “Merry Christmas!” A chorus of laughter broke out as Damian’s jaw dropped.

At the table were the batfam, Kents, and even a couple speedsters littered around. All were laughing and smiling at one another. It was the biggest family gathering Jon has seen ever. “No need for crazy plans my love, just enjoy tonight with everyone,” Jon whispered to Damian as he scanned the room. “I- How did you- Thank you,” Damian settled on the last words of praise for the wonderful man who made every single day better. “No need for thanks, I’d get you the world if you wanted it, but for now let’s have a very Merry Christmas!” Jon took off towards his family and Damian would help but feel the corners of his lips betray him with a smile. Heart full he made his way down to his family.

“JASON DO NOT FLIRT WITH KARA SHE’S OFF LIMITS!”

“WALLY DID YOU EAT ALL THE COOKIES ALREADY?”

“BRUCE, CLARK, STOP FIGHTING OVER WHO GOT THE OTHER THE BETTER GIFT. YOU’RE BOTH RICH!”

very merry indeed.

Okay so I haven’t absorbed much batfam content at all for weeks so hopefully my spin on the HC is still cute : )

I don’t think Jon gets enough credit for how observant he is.

Too often Jon is forgotten, the second super boy, the sidekick, the boyfriend, the man who left everyone for space.

It’s true, technically. But Jon is so keen at reading those around him, especially the un-readable Damian Wayne that I would argue it’s a super skill in of itself.

He gets it from his mother you know, Superman was always a little dense, but, though no one believes it, he always had Lois to help him out. Too often the quieter, smarter, more analytical side gets forgotten and that’s no different with Jon. His friends don’t see the way he checks up on them, taking in their facial expressions and reading them to know the right thing to say at the right time to help them out. They don’t realize he spent whole days memorizing their heart beats and their breaths to know if they’re ever in peril. And they don’t see the way he looks at them so fondly, beyond grateful they’re in his life.

Lois sees it.

She saw it when Jon met Damian.

A young boy mesmerized by the wittiness and strength in the human boy. The greatest irony, the Superboy more human than the murder weapon now called “Robin”. But the two hit it off almost instantly- though Damian may not agree to that last bit.

Lois knew Jon adored Damian, every deep red was “Robin Red” every Wayne Ent. building they walked past brought up stories of his adventures with the youngest Wayne, every Justice League trip meant begging for his dad to send him to Gotham for the weekend while he was out. He was young, but Lois knew a pair of soulmates when she saw them.

There were these nights when they were teens. Jon would burst out of bed and rush to his mother. He never needed to say anything. There was this look in his eyes, Damian needs me. “Go” she’d always whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead thinking back to when Clark would do the same for her.

She remembers the frantic December weeks Jon spent toiling on Damian’s Christmas gift. “What do I give a trillionaire who has the world?” Jon would whine and mope around the house for any semblance of inspiration.

Your heart Jon, all he wants is your love. Lois always thought to herself, she was quite aware of the two boy’s growing infatuation with each other, her husband was always slower in the “feelings” department and if he was slow she imagined Bruce was a damn sloth. So, she let the boys feel safe in her presence. Damian slowly spent more time at her home when Clark was out, she grew to have a sort of friendship with Damian. He’d comment on whatever news article she recently wrote, endure a three second reply and be on his way. She was always astounded at how up to date he was on all her pieces.

Lois was always proud of the love Jon showed Damian. She’d be the first to tell Bruce he needed to hug his damn kids, but there was a special kind of caring Jon held only for Damian. A love woven only for the two of them. Like an invisible string linking them no matter where in the universe the other was at, there was a friendship, a kindness, a passion, a love.

Overtime, Jon’s analysis of Damian led him to his own feelings. And over an even longer period of time Damian discovered his own. Jon never stopped caring, he never stopped worrying, and he never stopped loving.

Those, are the parts of Superman that Damian, and the world, need most.

Merry Christmas! <3

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Fluff alphabet with Tim? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

ah you know I love Tim Drake more than anything

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

I'm a firm believer that Tim likes to admire your hands. He loves to hold them and play with your fingers. Most importantly, he loves when you run them through his hair. Late nights of working you'll massage his neck and shoulders and Tim just melts into you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes. Tim doesn't want to have kids until he's completely out of there hero gig. He doesn't want t to pull a Bruce and have his kid be raised like a Robin rather than just a normal kid.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Tim's a I'm-gonna-hold-you-as-close-as-I-can-for-as-long-as-I-can kinda guy. It doesn't matter how as long as you're there. His favourite is when he's the big spoon. D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Bruce taught him well when it came to expensive dates. He would always spoil you with a ridiculously fancy meal but the second that you got home was when your favourite part of the date would occur. The both of you would get into comfy clothes and get Alfred to set up a movie for you. E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

You are the light at the end of this tunnel F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It took Dick to point it out to Tim. Love wasn't on his mind until his brother off-handedly said it one day and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He knew it was true when he saw you next and he couldn't imagine what his life would be like without you. G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Extremely so. Tim sees a lot of terrible things in his life and he doesn't want to show that side of him with you. He's always delicate around you even though he knows you could take some gruesomeness sometimes. The worst is when he's sleeping next to you and he has a nightmare. He's terrified that he's going to accidentally hurt you. H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Tim's a classic intertwined fingers kinda guy. He loves to draw little shapes in your skin with his thumb. Second favourite is when he's sitting in the computer hair down in the cave and your rest your hand on his shoulder - he'll always grab it and rest it there. I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

If someone can deal with Damian's attitude for ten minutes straight like you did, he was sure that there was nothing that could get you angry. Tim knew you were the one when he saw you stay calm with his family. J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Mildly. Tim doesn't feel the need to get jealous but when someone takes it too far with you he can't stop himself. He'll always put himself between you and the person you're talking to and if he's really feeling jealous he'll kiss you as well. K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Tim was the one who initiated it. You were working on something together and he just swooped in for a kiss. Even though it was just a peck you pulled him back for longer. Tim is handsy when he kisses you. Whether his hands are rested on the side of your face or your hips, he needs to hold you.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

It's some weird crazy accident that the two of you say it at the exact same time. You're laying together in his bed, half asleep but refusing to let it happen. You both mumble it at the same time. M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

You asked if Tim could take you out in the city while he was Red Robin. Obviously he wasn't going to fight crime while you were there, but he took you swinging around the city on his grappling gun. He still can hear your laughter and screams of excitement. N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes. Tim's rich, he buys you whatever you want no matter the cost. Not to mention whenever Bruce throws a Gala he buys you the most expensive dress on the market for you to wear to it. He spoils you as much as he can. O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Green. It's the opposite of red. Tim hates thinking about his life as Red Robin when he's with you and he always associates the color red with that life. Since green is the exact opposite of it, and you're the exact opposite of all the gruesome horrible things he bares, he thinks of you when he sees it. P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

my love, cutie, baby, when he's teasing you he calls you princess Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

The only time Tim is excited to step away from his computers is to spend it outside with you. Walks in the park or even around his massive yard with you brighten his day tenfold. R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Bruce instilled it in him to train. Most days he does and you're just sitting off to the side admiring him. It's not his favourite go to, but it sure as hell is one of yours. Tim likes to go shopping in the mall on rainy days and you can't change my mind. S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Before you, Tim had a bad habit of letting himself self-destruct when he was upset. You ensured him that whenever he was feeling down that he should go to you first. It took him a while to accept your help, but now he comes to you with his body slouching and in need of your touch. Tim doesn't always need advice from you, sometimes he just needs to know that you're supporting his choices. T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Tim loves to talk about his friends. He always goes on these amazing adventures and missions with them and he loves to talk about how cool they are to you. Conner, Cassie and Bart are basically your best friends as well after you hear so much about them. To be fair, when he's with them, he talks about you even more. U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

There's nothing better than you offering a massage to him after a long day. Tim will lay on your bed, shirt off and just melting into your kneading hands. It nearly puts him to sleep every time. V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

As Bruce Wayne's son, he loves to show off you. The paps always get pictures of the two of you together and he loves to know that the whole city sees just how perfect you are together. However, as Red Robin, he loves to show off all the people he saves to you. He's so incredibly proud of the work he does and you are too. W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes twice. Tim does it the first time in private. It's just the two of you in the comfort of his bed and being absolutely in love. He's just casually brings it up and you couldn't be more excited. However, being a Wayne kid he does it a second time in public. Very dramatic, very public, and very acted reactions. X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Vivid by Brockhampton Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes. Tim loves you more than anyone in this world. Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A cat. They take care of themselves and he doesn't have to worry about it dying when he disappears for three days straight.

#tim drake #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #red robin #red robin imagine #red robin x reader #dc #dc fluff #dc imagine #fluff #batfam

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lunap95 · 3 years

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021

Hey, hey, hey! Last day of the @jondami-week Thank you so much for reading and leaving kudos and comments, it makes me super happy! As I mentioned I'm planning on doing a longer (but not too long) fic about Damian and Jon so please if you like anything of these prompts tell me so I can have a clearer idea on how to write them. Thanks!

Day 7: joint family vacation | proposal | free day

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“Stephanie, I swear to God if you play that stupid song one more time.”

“Shut up, Jason, you didn’t have a good music taste even before your first death.”

“Come on, guys, I’m sure we can find something nice for every-” Duke dodged a hamburger and decided it was better not to get in between.

“Has anyone seen my sunglasses?” asked Conner, his sunglasses obviously over his head.

“No,” answered Tim not even making an attempt at pointing his mistake.

“I’m just saying, it would totally rock if you made a ‘Is Bruce Wayne Batman?’ headline,” Cassandra nodded at Dick’s words.

“You know it would actually be really funny,” Lois smirked, her smile too similar to one of the evildoers they usually fought.

“Not it wouldn’t!” interrupted Barbara visibly angry. “Because then we, instead of him, will have to deal with it later.”

“I stopped dealing with Bruce’s shit a long time ago, you should do the same,” proclaimed Kate taking a sip of his wine.

“This is the fourth time I have to repair a train, Kent,” argued Bruce on the other side of the field. “Is it really too much to ask to show a little restrain?”

“Oh, excuse, mister billionaire, next time a train is about to run over some innocent citizens I will kindly ask the train to stop,” refuted Clark.

“The only thing I’m saying,” not too far Alfred was in the middle of another discussion with Martha and Jon Kent. “that the recipe is obviously done with raisins.”

“Raisins? Maybe in that rainy spot of yours,” Martha seemed to be terribly offended. “But not here.”

Damian sighed for the hundredth time that day watching how the whole family continued creating absolute chaos. If his calculations were right there were just a few minutes left before someone screamed “food fight”. Next to him, Jon munched on a hamburger as if the picture did not bother him at all.

“Let’s have some picnic together, you said,” said Damian. “It would be fun, you said.”

“I think is nice.”

“Your cousin tried to throw Todd over the roof just an hour ago.”

“And I think Steph is about to ask her to do it again,” laughed Jon pointing at were Jason and Steph continued to argue about the music, Duke and Cass now enjoying their exchanged while eating popcorns.

“At least Grayson has stopped with the puns,” he was starting to question why the hell he had accepted Jon’s idea, this was bound to end in disaster.

“Well, actually I think he is telling my mum that story about the Napkin man.”

Jon could not help but smile at his groan. Maybe their families were a bit… chaotic when they met, but he actually enjoyed spending time together like this. As long as he kept a safe distance between him and Jason’s guns there should not be a problem (he still remembered when the Red Hood first discovered he was dating his younger brother, that had been a fun chase). And deep down he knew Damian enjoyed them too, but his boyfriend was too stubborn to admit it.

“I just don’t understand why you insisted so much on this.”

The box in his pocket seemed to get heavier with his words. They have been dating for almost eight years, living together for six of them. While he worked as a journalist in the Daily Planet, Damian had his hands full with inheriting the Batman legacy and leading the new Gotham Justice team along with Duke, although he still made some art exhibitions from time to time. He still went out as Superboy, mostly with Damian, but the defence of Metropolis had gone mainly to Supergirl and Conner, who now called himself Supernova. Their fathers had told them they would soon pass their mantle to them and Jon had decided he wanted to ask the big question before that happened.

“D, mind walking with me for a minute?”

Damian raised an eyebrow confused as to why his boyfriend wanted to walk on the same fields that had seen him grow, but he decided it would be way better than staying there. They walked while holding hands, chatting about their little things until they reached a familiar forest.

“Does it ring a bell?” Jon smiled.

“This is where we first met,” realised Damian. “Well, when I kidnap you after discovering you were a threat to society.”

“Well, you suspicious turned out to be correct, only not to society,” he winked at him. “Only a threat to you.”

“Hmm,” Damian wrapped his hands around his neck. “Maybe I should have let you tied on the examination table of the Batcave.”

“Then, you wouldn’t have this.”

Jon then proceeded to kneel in front of him, taking the box out of his pocket. Damian didn’t say anything but his eyes widened.

“Damian Wayne,” he proclaimed. “I never thought I could hate anyone more than the first time I met you. But with time, you showed me the great person you are. Because many might think of you as brash and arrogant, but I know your actions speak more than your words. I have seen you bleed for your teammates, cry for your brothers and sister and take care of your pets as if they were the most valuable thing on this planet,” he opened the box to show a ring with a green gemstone. “You became my best friend and later the love of my life and I can’t think of a better person to share the rest of my life with so… would you do me the super honour of becoming my husband?”

“Did you have to add the super thing?” but Damian was smiling and he could swear his eyes were shinning. “Of course I do, you sap.”

Jon did not waste any time jumping to capture his lips while putting the ring on his finger. The gem was the same shade in his eyes and the moment Jon saw it he knew he wanted his boyfriend to wear it.

“I’m going to make you the happiest man on Earth,” he whispered between kisses.

“I already am.”

There were still a lot of hardship to face, millions of adventures waiting for them on the corner, but in that instant, in the same forest where they met, both could feel the strength of their bond. A union that could not be broken by time or dangers, a connection that will be with them until the time they expired their last breath. So for the moment, they enjoyed this moment and the pure bliss of knowing they would never be alone as long as the other was next to them.

#jondami week #jondami week 2021 #jondami #damijon #damian wayne #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #super sons #batman media #superman media #fanfic

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itawonka-creates · 4 years

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This Jewelry Will End Up Killing Me - Prologue

So guess who decided to make the first chapter to a Daminette Konosuba AU. I’m using the world and rules of it more so than the characters, but this would definitely be more comedic than my other two fan fictions. If I get good feedback, I might continue it. This is just the world set up.

Damian stirred a bit and struggled to open his eyes. The light coming from below him made him flinch as he struggled to adjust to the brightness. “Oh good, you’re coming to.”

“Huh?” His vision began to focus a bit more and he noticed he was in a dark space with no one around but a lone woman. She sat in a throne and folded her hands over her lap. She smiled kindly at him, but her eyes were filled with pity. “What?”

“Do you know who you are?”

He thought for a moment and nodded, “My name is Damian Wayne.”

“Anything else?” He thought a bit more before she asked, “Do you remember how you died?”

“I died?” Suddenly memories came flooding back to him. He was with his family. They were on a mission. Something went wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. He noted how he was still wearing his uniform but was surprised it was undamaged. He placed a hand over his abdomen and shuttered, “I don’t think my body was intact.”

“No, but you died quickly. It was merciful and for that I am thankful.” She placed her hand over her heart and sighed, “You left your world too soon. You have transformed so much. You’ve grown to be such a fine young man.” She frowned, “I’m so sorry for you and your family’s loss. They are still fighting, but they mourn.”

Damian tensed, “Wait! My family! They need me! I need to go back!”

“I cannot do that.” She held out her hand, “Damian, I am the goddess of creation. My name is Tikki. I am here to assist you in your passing.”

“My passing?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not ready to go yet!”

“I may reincarnate you, but you would not remember your past life. You will start anew.”

“I can’t do that either! I have to get back to them right now!”

She bit her lip, “There is one way, but I do not recommend it.”

“Tell me.”

She waved her hand and a book appeared before it floated down in front of her. The book opened and pages started flying out of the bindings. The pages flew around the two before lining up in front of him. “In another world, one very different from yours, we have had a problem with who we call Hawkmoth. The people of the world call him a demon who controls people through their emotions, but we gods and goddesses know the truth.” He noted how her fists clenched as she spoke of him, “The Demon King was like you, but bitter. The Demon King stole the powers of one of our own and now we can no longer stop him. We haven’t even been able to watch over him. Our information on the Demon King has been significantly restricted.”

“How restricted?”

“Our line of information and communication to Nooroo was severed 18 years ago.”

Damian grimaced, “What can I do?”

She bit her lip before proceeding, “Us deities have decided we would grant any wish to the hero who brings this man down. This is your only chance at resurrecting at the exact place and time when you died.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Damian-”

“I’ll take it. I’ve faced aliens, magic, and literal demons from hell. With my history, I can do it. I can’t leave my family.”

Tikki nodded and pointed at the pages between them, “You may take one thing with you to this new world. Along with this, you will continue to have your memories and will gain knowledge of the language to help you integrate better.”

He looked at the pages and noted how odd each of the items were, “What kind of world is this?”

“In your world, the best comparison is what your people call ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ or ‘RPGs’. This world is older, magic and monsters run amok, nobles and monarchy are the norm leadership, and leveling is the only way to power up in your classes.” She chuckled, “It may be an exciting world for you to learn new skills and magic you never would’ve in your world.”

“Magic? Monsters? Sounds like a bad videogame, but something I can work with.” He turned his attention back to the pages in front of him. He examined each one; a sword, a staff, a suit of special armor, and much more. Still, despite all the perks and charms, nothing seemed quite right. “I can’t use any of these.”

“Hm?”

“I can’t use any of these.” He pushed the pages away to look her in the eye, “If I’m going to take on someone using a deity’s power, I’m going to need a deity’s power too.” Damian sighed, “I need your power.”

Tikki smiled and hummed, “You were always a smart one. Always one to look at all the right angles.” She sighed and looked at her lap, “I cannot give you too much for obvious reasons but what I can give you is a tool made by my power.” She held out her hand and a glowing orb appeared in her palm. She placed her other hand over it and squeezed hard before opening her hands. She blew onto the orb and Damian watched as the orb faded away until what was left was a pair of earrings. “If you use this, you will be able to transform and use some of my power. However, if you find one of my direct decedents, they will be able to tap into my true powers and you will never fail.”

She hummed a sweet tune and the ground below him started glowing, “Damian Wayne, you will awaken in the town of crossroads where you will be guided by a fairy of my own essence. Keep her safe and she will guide you both to glory and to reliable party members. I will speak to the others. More tools of our own creation will fall before you as you continue your quest.”

He nodded and noticed how the floor below him began glowing. A wall of light circled him and he began levitating, “Tikki?”

“With the blessing directly from the goddess of creation, I send you off. Please, Damian, do not die.”

He nodded, “I’ll do my best. Watch over my family.”

“Of course.” The light became blinding and he felt his body fade away as he reincarnated. The last thing he heard was a simple “good luck” before he woke up on a bench. He looked around and Tikki was right, this really was a Dungeons and Dragons type of world. Horse-drawn carriages passed him by along with men and women all in medieval-looking armor and clothing. No real technology, but the world’s civilization seemed advanced enough for him to grasp the probable concepts and rules. He noticed how some people began crowding around him and whispering. He looked down and realized his clothing was probably making him stand out, “Right. Now, where do I go?”

He felt a tap on his side and opened up his cape slightly. A large red and black fairy hid behind the clothing but smiled. He was comforted by the company and began walking. “Okay. Where do I go fairy?”

He felt the creature travel up to his hoodie and it whispered in his ear, “You can call me Tikki. I am part of her after all.” He nodded and she peeked at the town around her, “Okay, you will want to go to the adventure’s guild. Receive your class and skillset and register yourself as an adventurer.”

“Should I hide my identity?”

She shook her head, “You do not need to hide your identity here. This is a new world and your real name will be on the registration card. Besides, with your standing and background, you may pass as some kind of noble. You could use that to your advantage as you work your way through this world and gain skill points.”

“Skill points? Are you serious?”

“Yes, it is the only way for us to gain enough strength and resources later.” He rolled his eyes and followed her directions while taking in the sights. The place came out of a storybook and it seemed the currency resembled gold. He’d need to ask Tikki how to get money. He felt someone staring at him and looked around before noticing a girl staring at him outside of a bakery. Once they locked eyes she visibly tensed. “I sense someone of great importance.”

“Huh? Where?”

“I don’t know.”

He scanned the area some more, but his sights kept locking back onto the girl staring at him. He could tell his fuse was getting short and it was obvious she wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He grumbled and finally stomped over. She flinched and stepped back while turning her attention anywhere else. “Hey! What do you want from me?”

“Eh? I wasn’t- I mean, I didn’t- I mean, what are you talking about?” She laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck, but he clearly wasn’t buying it. When she realized that wasn’t going to work she started apologizing profusely, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t usually stare at strangers! I’m sorry!”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “What do you want?”

“It’s just-”

“Spit it out!”

“I’ve never seen anyone with your clothes before and I’m a designer and-”

He snapped at her, “Then take a picture!”

She blinked, “A what?”

He flinched. A camera may not even be a concept in this world yet, “Ah, um, right. Never mind.”

She nodded and smiled, “May I draw it at least?”

Tikki tugged at his hoodie and he shook his head, “I need to register as an adventurer right away.”

She perked up, “Wait!” She stepped forward and leaned in, “You’re going to the adventure’s guild?” He stepped back but she continued to be persistent, “Can I come?”

“Now why would a little girl like you want to go?”

She puffed up her cheeks, “Hey! I bet we’re not even that far apart in age from each other! Just because I wear pigtails doesn’t mean I’m little!”

“I didn’t say anything about your pigtails.”

She blushed and pulled at them slightly, “Sorry. Everyone mentions them so it’s a habit.” She shook her head, “But, please! I want to look at the armor of the new adventurers! My lady-”

“MARINETTE!” The girl in front of him flinched. The two turned to see a blond girl strutting towards them. She was pulling another blonde behind her with a trail of servants. The girl next to him, presumably Marinette, hid behind him.

Her voice wavered, “Oh, hello Lady Bourgeois. Mister Agreste.”

The boy being pulled around laughed, “Sorry Marinette. I tried to hold her back.”

Lady Bourgeois stopped in front of him and seemed to size him up, “And who are you? Where are you from?”

If this was a noblewoman, to get anywhere with her he needed her to see him as an equal. Tikki continued to vibrate meaning the person of interest was extremely close. Right now, he needed to level with this girl. “I am the only blood son of the Wayne enterprises in a land called Gotham. I set out on my own to help my family. My name is Damian Wayne.” He bowed and silently thanked his father and mother for teaching him to speak as a nobleman. Business meetings and galas were incredible practice for this. The man seemed to buy it, but the lady seemed skeptical.

“I have never heard of Gotham.”

“Chloe, please. He seems genuine.”

“Adrikins-”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“I’m looking for the adventure’s guild. If you could, I would be grateful for any help.” He hated the helpless act but if these people were noble then they had money. He needed money.

“Gross, why go to a building filled with a bunch of sweaty filthy warriors?” She sighed, “But alright. Fine. Marinette!”

Marinette stood as stiff as a board, “Y-Yes?”

“You’ll be his guide.” Chloe snapped her fingers and a servant ran up to her with a small pouch in his hands. She pointed at him and the man presented the pouch with a bow, “As an offering between one noble to another. I hope to see you soon and out of those awful clothes. Honestly, my goddess would smite you down if you showed up at her temple like that.”

“I don’t know. I like them.” Adrien grinned and sent him a thumbs up, “Don’t you think, Marinette?”

As soon as he addressed her she jumped, “Y-Yeah! His awesome are clothes! I mean, his are awesome clothes! I mean-”

Damian closed his eyes and sighed, “Let’s go, Marinette.” She nodded and looked at him with complete gratitude. She mouthed a silent “thank you” and he nodded. This was easier for both of them. “Once I’ve registered I’ll find you. I’d be honored to learn more about this land from you all.”

Chloe seemed pleased by his manners and he turned away with a simple wave. Adrien sent him as salute and wink before turning back. Once they were fully departed, he relaxed a bit and sighed. “Marinette was it?”

She nodded, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“If you come with me to register and answer my questions I’ll let you measure, write, and draw every little detail of my uniform. Got it?”

She looked stunned at first, before grinning and nodding furiously. “Yes!”

“Then let’s go. I need to do this quickly.”

“Right!” Something told him this journey was going to be a long one.

#damianette #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #au #fanfiction #maribat #konosuba au #just testing this out #please write your thoughts #dc x mlb #miraculous x dc

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Why Me!? Chapter 11

True Bee: I have been abandoned Betrayed UNLOVED

Maribug: I haven't even been gone for FIVE minutes, Didn’t Juleka confiscate your phone privileges?

True Bee: Right now she's occupied keeping the class from killing each other

Maribug: You should be helping her!!!

True Bee: I am, I'm giving the others the glare

True Bee: Wait Aurore and Kagami just stormed in

True Bee: ooooo now Kagami is yelling at Adrien

Maribug: Does she have her Saber? Please TELL ME SHE DOESNT!!

True Bee: Aww Aurore pulled her away before I could check :(

True Bee: Wait No, Now Aurore is yelling at Adrien

Maribug: Why the heck isn't Bustier doing anything!?

True Bee: Man I should’ve brought popcorn

True Bee: Oh Snap Mendeliev just walked in to pull Aurore and Chloe away

True Bee: Oop she’s glaring at Bustier and Alya now

True Bee: Lila is being Lila

True Bee: Not even 10 minutes and the class is already in Chaos without you

True Bee: Speaking of DUPAIN CHENG I EXPECT A MORE THOROUGH EXPLANATION!!

Maribug: Woman keep people from killing each other and I’ll Tell you soon

Maribug: Actually no keep the people we like safe, I Don't care about the rest

True Bee: Yes Ma'am

True Bee: KAGAMI HAD A SWORD I REPEAT KAGAMI HAD A SWORD

Maribug: Good Luck

True Bee: TRAITOR

Marinette felt bad she really did. But then again now the class wasn't her problem anymore and she felt joy. She prayed Chloe could keep the class together for a while. With a sigh, she walked up to her room to finish her packing. Her Maman was now busy calling Mr.Wayne to ask about the arrangements. Dick said that if Bruce wasn’t ready she could stay with him at Bludhaven in the meantime. Damian was texting her about the “rules”.

No mistreating his pets, Don’t try to become Graysons Favourite sibling “because that spot is already filled”. Don’t try to seperate Tim Drake from his Coffee, Cassandra Cain is dangerous but awesome and Jason’s Existence was to not be mentioned outside of the manor.

What was even that family? Seriously she knew that they all had interesting backgrounds but Wasn't Jason Todd murdered by an Arkham Crazy a few years ago? Seriously that family sounded like a perfect base for a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode. Huh maybe her secretly being a superhero won't be the strangest thing in the family.

Marinette quickly packed her sketchbook and made sure to put the horse miraculous box into her purse. Master Fu was updated to an extent that she was going to be out of the country, out of continent really, for a few weeks. Luckily she had Kalki to help with teleportation. She didn't have to panic about customs or anything. Mr.Wayne had a Private Plane. She’ll be flying over to Gotham with her parents and they'll be staying at a hotel for a few days. Get her “acclimated” to an American city and the customs. Paris will have to go without delicious sweets and treats for a few days.

Taking a final glance around the room Marinette was suddenly filled with a sense of homesickness. Didn't matter that she hadn't left,she didn’t even know when she'd come back. Sadly she had to leave some of her sewing and designing things. She had made sure to finish all of her commissions. However only a quick glance at her emails and her MDC website revealed that a lot of purchases and commission inquiries were being made. As soon as she gets to Gotham she will have to try a good fabric store and buy a new sewing machine and mannequin. She wasn’t a fool, she is definitely taking some of the expensive fabrics, Alexeis Fencing uniform was safely packed along with her saber.

With a final glance around she crawled down. And let the door shut with a final click.

Gotham City U.S.A 2:30 pm

“Sabine Sabine Sa- Of course, Marinette can stay with me for a bit longer. Yes yes, Dick already told me the basics about the situation. Are you sure you don’t want me to get involved? You really should get the police involved. I don’t like bullies or liars.” Bruce stated. Seriously Bruce was really tempted to fly over to Paris and press charges against those little demons. Heck, he wants to press charges against the foolish teacher and idiotic principle.

“Bruce calm down, trust me I will handle the school and the bullies, right now I want to get Marinette away from them” Sabine stated with a growing smirk. Oh, don’t mess with her. Bustier and Damocles are going down. However, she had to be a little patient and play the long game. She knew Marinette wanted to handle her classmates.

“Fine don’t worry about it, what are you two planning to do about school?” he asked, a bit concerned. Seriously another one of his kids was getting bullied and harassed.

Bruce was having flashbacks to the bullying and harassment Dick and Jason went through when they went to school. Dick dealt with months of being called things like gypsy trash, charity cases, and circus brat before he finally built up the courage and told Bruce. Jason on the other hand, Bruce found out really quickly about his bullying. Mostly because Jason would get into fights. Tim didn't deal with bullying that bad, sure he got called a nerd and orphan trash but Bruce handled that very quickly because by then he was an expert. Bruce wasn't willing to put Cassandra through school. No one dared bully Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

“We actually haven’t thought that far,” Sabine admitted sheepishly. “But we have the necessary paperwork prepared”

“Why not enroll her in Gotham Academy along with Damian?” Bruce suggested

“It's a private academy, the tuition is in the 30,000’s” Sabine suggested exasperatedly.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’m just saying I don’t think Marinette would be comfortable with going to a school like that.”

“She went to school with a Model, The Mayor's Daughter, and a comic book artist”

“Bruce!”

“I’m just saying Gotham Academy has already been the school where all of my older kids have attended, plus it has the best security due to the fact that I funded it.” Yes, Bruce was an overprotective parent. Sue him.

With a sigh Sabine couldn’t help but give in she was also an overprotective parent. “Fine but You’ll be the one to deal with her freakout over the costs”

“Deal”

Orly Airport Paris, France 5:00 pm

With a quick hop, Marinette couldn’t help but gape at the private jet with the blaring WAYNE INDUSTRIES on the side. Once they were inside they made sure to get comfortable. It was going to be at least an 8-hour flight. Marinette took out her sketchbook and quickly sketched out a few new future designs. however, she took a quick glance at her parents and saw that her mother had dozed off on her father's shoulder. She quickly flipped a page that revealed a few ideas for an altered ladybug outfit. She needed a redesigned outfit. No more skin-tight suits or pigtails. She's doing a loose outfit and braids, being a superhero with loose hair was plain impractical.

Seriously there is a reason why all superheroes either have short hair or have their hair tied back. With a few final touches, she was done with the redesign, now all that was left was to show Tikki the new design. That's another worry for Marinette. Finding time to talk with Tikki was easy enough to do with her parents. They were bakers who had to wake up early so they usually went to sleep really quickly and early plus she was also an only child, which made it easy for Marinette to slip away for her Ladybug nightly adventures and talk with Tikki. How is she gonna manage that in a house filled with a bunch of people?

Marinette flipped to another page and decided to start sketching a new dress design. She’s curious about what type of colors she wants to use. Maybe Marinette should make it all black? No, too dark. Maybe a few touches of blue? Nah. Red? Nope, she has enough red clothing. Purple? Yuck. Red and Green? Nope, she doesn't want to look like a traffic light. Gold!! Black and gold would be perfect!! Cape? Wait no, Edna Mode the animated icon made a good point on why capes should be banned.

Taking a quick glance around she finally risked taking a peak on Tikki. Tikki was comfortable situated and munching on a bunch of sweets. Marinette softly closed the purse and decided that sleep was the perfect course of action. Wrapping her sweater around herself she allowed the warmth and darkness to overtake her.

Cesaire Apartment Paris, France 7:30pm

“Okay listen up gang since Marinette abruptly dropped out, it’s up to us to raise the money for the school dance and the end of the year field trip which is a few months away,” Alya said.

Lila was quick to point out how horrible and awful it was for Marinette to leave them with all the work.

Alya couldn’t help but notice that only a few people showed up to the meeting. Noticeably absent was Chloe, Juleka, Sabrina, Max (who said Markov needed a reboot or something) and Ivan. Alya couldn’t help but be concerned by the absences. They needed their help to get all the planning ready and everything.

Rose was squealing at a thought of being able to decide on planning the theme of the dance. “Oooohhhh I can’t wait for the dance, do you think Marinette would still make me a dress?” Rose asked while glancing around. Sudden realization seems to hit them all. This year they will most likely have to pay and buy their own dresses and suits. Marinette always made them their outfits and that was part of the reason that they became the talk of the school after a dance. They always looked stunning.

“Rose Marinette wouldn’t dare not make you a dress, you’re one of the sweetest girls in the school if she refuses to make you one then she is Heartless” Lila stated fervently. Oh, Lila was making sure to get her claws completely in the class, she didn’t have an obstacle anymore.

“Lilas right, Marinette would always help you no matter how mad she is at you.” Adrien chimed in. All of a sudden their phones started pinging. Adrien quickly took out his and gaped at what he was reading in the class group chat.

Sabrina has left the Chat

Ivan has left the Chat

Juleka has left the Chat

Max has left the Chat.

Chloe B: Max, Sabrina, Ivan, Juleka and I have made the collective decision to transfer to Ms. Mendelievs Class, Our Transfers were approved quickly, thanks to yours truly :)

Chloe B: Have fun figuring out how to pay for everything Your end of the school year class trip :) :) :)

Chloe B: Oh Marinette is no Longer doing free commissions, have fun with dress and suit shopping :) :) :) :) :))))

Chloe B: Toodles~ you will all haunt my nightmares for years to come

Chloe B has left the chat

A/N:

Hi guys, I don’t know what happened but suddenly theirs more of you :D. Thanks for taking a chance on me. Hope y’all like today's chapter. I wanted to quickly post for my insomniacs. Please Like,Reblog, comment and Follow :)

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ladyanput · 4 years

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Seeing Green Ch.12

The days leading up to the gala, Marinette shut herself up in her room, making the excuses of her wanting to put the finishing touches on her dress. But that was a lie, everyone could see it by the haunted look in her eyes, but what could they do? Every time they tried, she’d merely give them a bright smile and usher them away with reassuring words, and she’d shut the door right in their face.

But Damian wasn’t about to give up just yet. He opened the door and stepped into the room, holding a tray carrying a delicate tea set. He stared at Marinette, who had knelt beside a mannequin sporting a stunning pink gown, not turning towards the sound of the door opening or the footsteps approaching her.

“I thought you’d like to have a break and have some tea with me.” Damian smiled down at her, the girl who had stolen his heart, not that he’d tell her just yet. No, not after what she’s been through, she didn’t need another man declaring his love when she clearly wasn’t ready for it. But when he saw her smile, he felt his heart flutter and he found himself grinning back. “Your favourite too.”

“Thank you, Damian, I think I could use the tea.” Marinette beamed and got to her feet, the two of them heading to the small table by the large windows, both quick to settle in their chairs with a cup of steaming tea.

“You’ve really been shut in your room, Angel, for two days straight. That can’t be healthy.” He commented as he watched her add a fair bit of sugar to her tea before taking a long, greedy gulp. He smiled at the sight and let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t have you starving in there, afterall.”

“The Justice League was nice. I’m glad that they’re going to try and send people in to help us find Hawkmoth.” Marinette averted her gaze as she added even more sugar to her tea, her hands trembled ever so slightly as she did. “I mean, I’ve been after him for years, but I’m sure with experts on the case that we’ll find him in no time.”

“Angel-”

“I hope Lila won’t cause a scene tonight, it was really nice of your father to still let my class attend.”

“Angel, what-”

“Oh, have I shown you Evangeline’s dress? I kinda decided to add some features to make it more Red Hood inspired. It didn’t take long to do, since I had the dress done.”

“Marinette, please!”

At Damian’s shout, Marinette’s mouth snapped shut and she lowered her gaze. Damian winced, feeling like the biggest asshole on earth.

“Marinette, something is bothering you.” He reached out and took her free hand, giving it a tender squeeze. He set down his cup and knelt before her, taking her hand in both of hers. “Angel, you can tell me.”

“Damian, I’m a failure.” Marinette’s voice was soft, shaky. She bowed her head, her face quickly being hidden by her veil of pitch black hair and her shoulders shook. “I don’t deserve to be the Guardian, I’m failing the world, I’m failing the Kwami, I’m just a failure.”

“Wait, where did this come from?”

“I couldn’t save him! I let my partner down, I let him get corrupted, I let him become like that and I did nothing to stop it! No he’s in jail and his life is ruined and I did nothing to stop it!”

Damian watched as Marinette put her head in her hands and began to let out loud, heart wrenching sobs. She had just screwed up everything; the boy she had loved had become corrupt and she had failed to save him, she had lost many of her friends to a liar and it took many of them three years for them to see the truth. And she was supposed to be Ladybug, the savior of Paris, yet for three years and she was still no closer to defeating Hawkmoth, no, she had to go as far as to burden other heroes to help her. And now with Fu gone, she was the Guardian of the Miraculous, she had to take care of the Kwami, make sure they were safe, make sure that she gave the Miraculous out to the right people. But she had certainly failed at that, with Alya, with Nino, and with Chloé.

The stresses that had been piling on since she was fourteen finally felt as if they were crushing her and the dam broke. Damian held her close as she fell apart, soon being reduced to a whimpering, sobbing mess.

"Why couldn't I keep Alya with me? I couldn't protect Master Fu, I just kept screwing up and hurting my friends, I was such a stalker to Adrien, I just-" Whatever else she was going to say got lost in her sobs.

Damian wanted to say something. To go about assuring her and making sure she knew she was well loved, that she had done nothing wrong.

He let her cry, but kept silent. He wasn't the person to say those things to her; he had only known her for less than a week.

Yet less than a week goes by and he is already in love with her.

…

Damian came downstairs a few hours later, seeing his family and Marinette's teammates seated around the living room, looking rather grim.

"She's fine. She's resting now." Damian spoke up, drawing all attention to him. He had no doubt they had all been talking about Marinette just moments ago. "She… She had herself a good long cry."

“I’m not surprised, with what Dupain-Cheng has had to put up with since we were still in middle school.” Chloé muttered darkly, snuggled in between her girlfriend and boyfriend, the three of them firmly gripping hands. Their Kwami were seated on the table, talking amongst themselves as they had done since after the talk with the League. Chloé gave a look to Kagami, then booped her lightly on the nose. "I told you this was gonna happen sooner than later."

"But Marinette is so strong, she certainly wouldn't crumble so suddenly." Kagami frowned as Damian took a seat as well, holding her girlfriend closer now.

"Perhaps Chat Noir's betrayal was the straw that broke the camel's back." Luka suggested as he lazily ran his fingers through Kagami's short hair, making her smile, though it was a bit strained.

"Surely things weren't that bad. I mean, you guys had to deal with only one villain." Dick spoke up, and all the Parisian heroes stared at him.

Very poor choice of words, Dick.

"Excuse me, you've only known Marinette for what, five days or so? And miss 'I instantly got protective of Marinette as soon as I met her'" Chloé pointed toward Eva. "Has only known her for about six months, as creepy as that sounds. No offense."

"None taken." Eva held up a hand, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"But I've known her longer than anyone here. Before we were fourteen, she was a spineless little doormat. When we first met, she was this little goody two shoes who had a lot of friends. But once I started targeting her, because I was really jealous of her, I targeted her friends. Nino, Kim, all of her friends distanced themselves from her because they did not want to be bullied. So she was my personal punching bag until we got to middle school. She met Alya, she became Ladybug and she grew that much needed backbone. But she was still a doormat.

"She'd make cakes for everyone's birthday every year. She'd bring in treats just to be nice, she planned parties, she made decorations, she could make her friends dresses and other pieces of clothing for free. And Lila came and turned everyone against her again. Another bully and everyone's loyalty was as flimsy as tissue paper. She was a shiny new toy who promised tales of grand adventure and connections to powerful people. Surely you Waynes understand how a lot of people just want to be your friend just for your money and power."

The Waynes all exchanged glances. They certainly did know that feeling, and from what they saw of Miss Bustier's class, a lot of them seemed happy with the shiny, promising Lila until they suddenly learned the truth.

"Yeah, so Marinette stayed a doormat to everyone in the class. Even to this day, she organised this big, massive trip to Gotham for them and they haven't thanked her once, from what I can guess.

"When my Daddy was arrested last year and my Mother left us to get away from the scandal, Marinette didn't let the past stop her from helping me. She didn't hold a grudge. When I was kicked out of The Grand Paris, lost my money and my power, the class ganged up on me. Revenge for the years of hell I put them through, though I deserved every second of it…"

"No, you didn't. No one deserves to be doused in paint. No one deserves to have her entire wardrobe cut up, when she doesn't have money to buy any more." Luka cut in, hugging Chloé tight as he kissed her temple. Chloé wiped away a year and sniffled.

"A-anyway, Marinette and her family took me in. I hated her, I never stood up for her, I did nothing. I didn't care about her, I never did anything nice for her, yet here she was, offering me a place to stay when no one else would. I was a brat, but she and her family helped me to become better."

Chloé was quiet for a few minutes after her rant, wiping away more tears that came.

"What I'm trying to say is a lot of stuff has built up. A lot of responsibility on her shoulders. She was fourteen when she and Adrien became heroes. Still kids, we still are kids. She's not even twenty and she's the Guardian of the Miraculous." Chloé shook her head, meeting Dick's gaze. "So next time you decide to say shit like that, think twice."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Dick swallowed the lump in his throat and he looked down. "I shouldn't have said that."

"She needs a night of fun." Eva spoke up, drawing attention to herself, though she looked rather sullen. "She just needs a night where she can be the fairytale princess, alright? A lot of us have already let her down, myself included with that meltdown I had and my powers kinda going out of wack."

"Were you the reason people were reporting in a small area was being affected by Scarecrow's fear toxin?" Cass sat up sharply, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, sorry. I've gotten myself under control now, I promise. Anyway, do you think we can give her the best night of her life at the gala?"

"I don't see a problem with that." Bruce spoke up, giving his own smile as he watched everyone. "I mean, after everything that’s happened, I think one drama free night could be good for everyone.”

“There’s still an issue. We need a new Black Cat.” Tikki spoke up, flying up from the table and giving everyone there a stern look. “The Ladybug is active, she needs the Black Cat to maintain the balance. If not, there could be dire consequences.”

“But who the heck could take the ring?” Luka sat up, frowning as he sat the Kwami on the table exchanging looks. “You’ve all said yourselves that it is a lot of power to handle. The power of destruction isn’t an easy one to control.”

“I want him to take it.” Plagg pointed, drawing all eyes to where he was pointing; Damian Wayne. “I can see your soul, kid, I see you have more destruction and death in your life than most. I see you love and care for Tikki’s chosen better than Adrien ever could, so I choose you to be my Chosen.”

“What? Wait, no, shouldn’t we wait for Marinette’s say on this?” Damian frowned and crossed his arms as he glared down at the small cat Kwami. “I mean, she is the Guardian, isn’t she? And the Black Cat is supposed to be her partner, so she should certainly get a say in this. We can’t just go making decisions behind her back.”

He didn’t miss the wide grin on Plagg’s face.

“You, kid, are definitely a good choice. I like you already. Now, do you guys have any carembert around here?”

…

Marinette bit her lower lip as Chloé pinned up her hair, leaving a few stray curls to frame her pretty face.

“Thank you for doing my hair, Chloé. I’d be lost without you.” Mari whispered softly, blushing brilliantly as she stared at herself in the mirror. She felt so… Pretty. Almost like a princess. Her dark hair was pinned back and up, showing off her delicate face and neck, which would complement the pale pink dress she had made herself for this gala. It was a lovely dress, a strapless evening gown that hugged her body until the hips, then flowed out with the beautiful fabric. It was her finest work yet. “I was afraid I’d burn my hair with a curling iron or something.”

“Oh puh-lease, I would kill you if you tried to use a curling iron again, especially with what happened last time.” Chloé snorted and turned Marinette around, beginning with her friend’s make-up. She carefully coloured the lips pink, and got to work with the rest of the make-up. “You should be grateful I decided to stay in Gotham after our talk with the League, I could be at home with Luka and Kagami watching our favourite movie.”

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness.” Marinette playfully mocked, before the two burst into soft fits of giggles. She turned and hugged Chloé tightly, the two staying like that for a few minutes. "I wish you were coming tonight, it would be nice to have friends there."

"Well, I don't really want to run into Bustier and the others." Chloé made a face as she pulled back, then gently shrugged as she smiled. "Besides, you have Miss Evangeline, though she'll probably be glued to her hunk all evening. Is there something about Gotham that lets you guys find love?"

"It's not love. Just a fun fling while we're in Gotham." Evangeline stepped into the room and Marinette hummed in appreciation at the sight of her.

The black halter style evening gown hugged the older woman's rather large curves, the keyhole on the neckline having been altered to be more bat shaped by a cheeky Marinette. And when the young designer included a short dark brown jacket and red pumps, Eva had looked ready to smack Marinette upside the head when she commented on how now Eva could go to the gala as a fancy Red Hood, since she was so smitten with him.

"My work at its finest." Marinette stood and made her way over to her own dress, Chloé quickly helping her put it on. She felt a bit nervous how she had made her own neckline a bit daring, but she had quickly convinced herself that she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was almost an adult, she had no time for pigtails and childish things.

Adrien's face flashed in her mind and it took everything in Marinette not to flinch. Instead she slid on her pale pink kitty heels and brushed her hands to smooth the slim skirt with an overlay of pale pink sheer fabric, decorated with dark pink flowers.

"Do you think Damian will like it?" Marinette gave a small twirl, instantly seeking to distract herself. "I mean, it's really… Pink."

"The guy is obviously smitten, he'd be an idiot to not have his jaw on the floor when he sees you." Chloé rolled her eyes once again, crossing her arms. "Or is yours just a fling too?"

"Oh, um…" Marinette felt herself blush as she grabbed her pale pink wrap shawl, toying with it gently. "Well, it's not a fling. It's not love, but I think it's going to be. I just don't want to rush into things again."

"You haven't. Don't worry, sugar cookie." Eva went and hugged Marinette tightly, holding her close. "But let's not worry about that. For now, let's worry about having a fun night tonight, rubbing elbows with the upper crust of Gotham."

With a smile, Chloé took them both by the arm and guided them downstairs to the main hall of the mansion, where their dates were waiting.

When Damian looked up and saw Marinette, he felt the breath leave his lungs. She was stunning, not surprising to him, but she seemed to glow, almost. She really was an angel…

"You certainly clean up good." Marinette smiled as she tucked her hand into his offered arm, then blushed when her mother began taking pictures. "Do you think I can do this? I don't want to embarrass anyone."

"You'll do just fine." Damian kissed her temple softly as he guided her out to the limo, his family and their dates following close behind.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Marinette. I am sure you will be the belle of the ball." Kor'i piped up happily once the limo got moving, snuggled into Dick's side.

"I think that honour might go to Selena." Marinette put in quickly, no sure if her face could get any redder from embarrassment. "I mean, you look gorgeous."

Selena let out a laugh and the women in the vehicle began to praise each other on their outfits, all the while Marinette stared out the window, feeling a sense of uneasiness in her stomach.

…

"Wow…" Marinette whispered in awe as soon as they stepped into the main ballroom. It was certainly a scene of splendor and high society, all obviously ignoring the day to day lives they live in Gotham. A place where you can forget the murderous villains looming outside your door.

"Mari, look at you! You look awesome!" Nino parted from the crowd, looking so odd in a trim dark suit, with no ball cap in sight. Marinette had to admit, he made quite the handsome looking gentleman. "Far out, dudette."

"You look rather handsome, Nino. You almost look like a man of high society. Your slang gives you away though.” Mari smiled, though it was a bit tight at the corners. She then blinked in surprise when Nino held out a hand.

“Can we dance?” Nino motioned his head over to the dance floor, where many couples already were. “I want to talk to you.”

“Of course, Nino..”

Marinette was guided to the dancefloor, not seeing the frowning faces of Eva and Damian. They could easily see the girl’s key trait in action; she forgave far too easily and quickly.

“What did you want to talk about?” Marinette gazed up at her friend as the two of them began to dance, though it was a bit more awkward than most due to their lack of experience.

“I know I apologized already for Alya and everything… But I don’t think I properly apologized for myself. I deserted you, Mari, a girl who’s like a sister to me. I left you hanging and I never once looked back and that was wrong of me.”

“Listen, Nino, it’s okay, I forgi-” Marinette began, but was quickly cut off by Nino giving a firm shake of his head.

“No, I don’t deserve that. I haven’t done anything to redeem myself yet. I’m not following the herd anymore. From now on I’m gonna stick by your side.” Nino grinned down at her, then gave her a playful wink. “Should be easier since I broke up with Alya.”

“I beg your pardon, you did what?!”

…

Lila scowled as she glanced around the ballroom, her grip tightening on her flute of champagne. None of the cute rich guys were even looking her way and she was dressed to the nines. The tight bronze dress she wore hugged her body tightly, the neckline plunging low, almost to her navel, leaving her non existent cleavage on full display. She even had her signature hairstyle in that perfectly framed her pretty face.

It was all Marinette’s fault, Lila knew that for a fact. If that stupid bitch had stayed at the hotel the first day, then Lila would have had all attention on her and would have won the heart of Damian Wayne as soon as he had seen her. Marinette and now that creep Eva always ruined everything for Lila, but it was easy to turn the class against them. Even Mis Bustier, who could see through Lila’s lies, scolded the two on causing conflict.

She should be out amongst the rich and fabulous, being basked in glory and praise, but from her vantage point, she could see Marinette enter the room on the youngest Wayne’s arm and all attention being drawn to the young Parisian girl. Lila wanted to go over there and rip the girl’s tacky dress to shreds, because now Lila was stuck just standing with her class, who had no idea how to behave at a formal event. Everyone avoided them like the plague, and Alya having her phone out and trying to get interviews certainly wasn’t helping matters!

“Alya, put that away! You’re only embarrassing yourself!” Lila snapped, taking a long drink of her champagne as Alya once again stepped up to a famous person and sought out an interview. “”Besides, no one here will give you an interview thanks to Marinette. I heard she made the Waynes tell everyone to keep away from you because you are a tabloid journalist or something.”

“She did what?!” Alya spun around sharply, her mouth agape. “How could she do that?! I mean, first she stole Damian from you, she got Adrien locked up, and now this?!”

“I know, isn’t she horrible?” Lila teared up and wiped away her tears, her entourage instantly rushing to her side to try and soothe her. The rest of the class simply rolled their eyes and continued to enjoy themselves. This was a fancy party, afterall, and Miss Bustier was off flirting with some rich guy to even keep an eye on them.

Lila watched from the corner of her eye as Evangeline danced with one of the Waynes, Jason if she remembered correctly. They seemed enraptured with each other, bodies pressed tightly together as they slow danced and whispered into the other’s ear. It made Lila want to vomit. But then she watched as Jason excused himself and left the room. Nino excused himself from Marinette and left as well, probably to head to the bathroom. But green eyes narrowed as she watched Eva leave through the same door a few minutes later, a slowly grin spreading across Lila’s face.

Perhaps this evening wouldn’t be such a waste afterall. Even since Alya’s pathetic show of being dumped, she was even more easy to manipulate. So when Lila showed Alya a picture of Eva and Nino talking in the dining hall, Lila having made sure the angle and posture looked intimate, and she had tearfully told Alya that Eva was probably the reason Nino had dumped her.

It was never hard to get Alya worked up.

Around a few minutes later, when Jason entered the room, disheveled, Eva close behind, Lila tapped Alya's shoulder and motioned over to Eva just as Nino exited the hallway after her.

"Look at her. Are those hickies on her neck?" Lila hissed in an infuriated tone, but smiled when she felt Alya's body tense under hers. "I mean, I know she's a creep, but to fuck him here of all places? She really does deserve to rot in a cell."

…

Marinette beamed as Damian dipped her backwards, feeling almost breathless from all of the dancing she had been doing with him. It was almost two hours into this thing and her feet were beginning to work.

"Can we get something to drink?" Marinette whispered into Damian's ear once he helped her straighten, then leaned into him as they made their way over to the refreshments table, where Eva and Jason were conversing with Selena and Bruce.

"You two kittens seem to be having fun." Selena smiled as she handed both of them a glass of champagne. "Marinette, everyone's been asking about your dress, they're trying to figure out who the designer is."

"It's an MDC original." Marinette smiled as she went to take a sip, but was stopped by Damian, who sent a glare to Selena.

"She's only eighteen, she can't drink alcohol. She's underaged." He said in such a stern tone, it took everything in Marinette not to snort. He sounded so adult for someone who was nineteen.

"Damian, how could you, seducing someone who's still a child, barely out of high school?" Selena gave a dramatic gasp as she pressed a hand to her chest, as if she were about to faint. "How could you? Why, I'm sure Satan himself would be ashamed."

"Enough out of you!" Damian felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment at Selena's theatrics. Though he did give Marinette a side glance as he watched her set down her flute of champagne and got herself one full of juice. Though she seemed unbothered by the whole conversation.

"Now, let's not get rowdy. Sugar cookie here has drunk alcohol before, the legal drinking age in France is eighteen afterall." Eva put in, wrapping a supportive arm around Marinette's shoulders. "As long as no one gets drunk and sloppy, we should be fine."

"Thank you, Eva, for helping Nino." Marinette murmured into the TA's ear, causing a look of surprise to cross the young woman's face. "Miss Bustier isn't the best person to go to for advice. She would have told him to try and fix things and stick with her."

"Where is that blundering idiot anyway?" Eva muttered as she saw the French class, but no Bustier in sight. She groaned and massaged her temples as she realized the idiot had left a group of rambunctious teenagers unsupervised. This would not go well.

"I might have to duck away for a bit. If those kids get drunk, this party might get rowdy." Eva patted Jason's arm gently, then broke away from the Waynes, beginning to head towards the class. But being splashed in the face with champagne stopped her in her tracks.

"Alya!" Marinette snapped as she instantly rushed to Eva's side, the entire room having gone silent. Eva stood there, dumbstruy, her make up running thanks to the champagne, while Alya sneered at the older woman.

"That's what ya get, you bitdch... Did you honestly fink you could get away wif it?" Alya's words were slurred, her cheeks rosy as she clumsily set her hands on her hips. "I have the proofs."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Eva hissed, her face flushed red from embarrassment as Marinette grabbed some napkins a waiter brought and began dabbing up the alcohol. Alya sneered and pointed a shaky finger at Eva, stumbling on her feet as she tried to take a threatening step forward.

"Lila shaw you two. Apparently you snuck.out the other day, to fuck. The day before Marinette trickeded Adrien, you were gone all afternoon." Alya slurred, then reached out, slapping the woman across the face before Marinette could stop her. "I know you were a fucking pedophile. Lila was right, you are a creep. Why else are you so close with Marinette? I bet you fuck her too."

Bruce motioned towards the nearby security guards, but Eva merely held up a hand, her purple eyes glaring deep into Alya's.

"I became her friend because I knew she needed one. Because I knew your loyalty was so fickle that you turned your back on her years ago. She barely knew me, but the first thing she did for me was make me a scarf with my favourite flowers on it because I was homesick. I was stuck with a class that took a liar's words at face value because she offered them pretty stories and fake opportunities. Marinette didn't make things easy for you, playing along with everything, so you decided to drop her. Yes, I'm her TA, but I am also her friend. A better friend than you, Ladybug certainly agrees."

"You shut your whore face, you don't even know Ladybug! Lila says she hated your guts!" Alya made another move for her, but Jason firmly gripped Alya's wrist, stopping the girl in her tracks. "Let me go, you creep! She's cheating on you with a high schooler!"

"Funny, the time you gave that scenario to her, Miss Rossi." Jason's hard eyes flickered to the girl in question, his look so deadly that it made her shiver. "Because it is impossible. You see, she was with me the entire time, tied to her hotel bed and calling me Daddy."

Marinette let out an embarrassment squeak while Eva turned crimson and softly cursed Jason's entire existence.

Lila scowled and strode right up to Jason, tears soon flooding her eyes as she began her theatrics.

"Did Marinette get to you too? Oh no, how many times has she spread her legs to ruin my life? First she steals Damian away from me, now she turns all of you into her personal attack dogs? And here I thought Eva was the whore!"

"Caline!" Eva turned and snapped at the woman across the room, who looked flabbergasted. "For gods' sake, get your class under control and stop humping Dick's leg. He's married, you twit!"

Caline went crimson and hurried over, setting a hand on Alya's and Lila's shoulders, trying to pull the girls away, but Alya shoved her teacher away and got right in Marinette's face.

"I've had enough of you! You ruin everything, Marinette! I tried, but you lost everything for a reason! You failed with Adrien because you are pathetic and spineless, so you decide to get him arrested. Lila was in a happy relationship with Damian, but you were jealous she won us this trip so you decided to steal him and take ownership of this entire thing! You're a pathetic leech, and an enabler. I bet you watched as your whore fucked Nino, I bet!"

"That's enough Alya!" Nino stormed forward, and more shouting began.

There was such chaos; angry words being thrown around, hands reaching out to scratch and claw, security rushing in to assist.

No one even noticed the little black butterfly that flew over their heads.

Marinette watched as security began to drag the drunken Alya away, while Miss Bustier tried to convince them to let her go, that it was all some misunderstanding. Lila began wailing, trying to put as much attention as she could on herself. Even Nino was shouting, but it was all lost in the noise. Marinette rushed to Damian's side and tightly gripped his band, until a shriek pierced the air.

"Jason!"

Everyone looked over, and every French person in the room let out a scream of terror.

For framing Jason's handsome face was the outline of a purple butterfly. Marinette instantly rushed over, kneeling next to Eva, who was screaming for Jason to fight it, to break whatever had been akumatized, anything!

And they both watched helplessly as Jason was engulfed in purple.

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How A Demon Commissions An Angel ~ A Daminette FanFic ~ Chapter 10: A Discussion Of Demons

From the phone of Bruce Wayne:

Chat Name: Barbra Gordon

Barbra Gordon: Hey B, do you have a minute? There’s something you should see.

Me: Is this related to what we talked about earlier?

Barbra Gordon: Yes.

Me: I’ll be there soon.

Batcave - Gotham City, New Jersey

12:30 A.M., Nov. 11th

Bruce Wayne was well aware that taking his children out each night to fight crime in the deadliest city in America automatically disqualified him from ever winning a Father Of The Year award. However, as he looked around the meeting table at his sons, he wondered if there was ever any chance for him at all.

Dick Grayson, the first Robin and his first failure as a parent that had somehow turned out well anyway, was smiling around the table at his family like there was nowhere he’d rather be despite the fact that he’d had to make the commute from Blüdhaven on his night off while his ever increasing caseload was waiting for him back at the crappy apartment he called home.

Tim Drake was the son who others outside the family often considered to be his greatest pride, the one who he’d given so much responsibility to at such a young age. He was drinking coffee out of a thermos, larger than any seen before, working on a tablet Bruce couldn't remember the last time he’d put down, and occasionally glancing around the table as if wondering what would be so important to call a meeting on that he didn’t already know about.

Oh and his greatest failure as a father? Just walked in.

Jason Todd, the son he’d lost due to his own pride that had returned nothing like the child he was when he’d died, came up to the table swinging a gun around one finger that Bruce had since realized was never loaded like that, as if Jason’s self preservation just barely overrode his need for people to know he was not the boy they once knew. How long had it taken Bruce to figure that one out? Too long, too late.

As he’s not one for awkward silence, Jason calls out “What’d the demon do this time?” as soon he reached the others.

Which brings us to the most recent chapter of “Bruce Wayne’s adventures in being a horrible parent.” Best get started then.

“After the incident the other day,” Bruce gives Jason a look and gets a smirk in return, “I asked Barbra to look into Damian’s communications with the French girl.”

“Wait!” Jason cuts in, “You lecture me for going through his phone and then ask Carrot Top to read his messages? Gee, hypocrite much?”

“I’m sure Barbra would’ve monitored the situation regardless,” Jason scoffs at this and now it’s Dick who’s giving him a look. Bruce continues, “I only wanted her to notify me if she found anything concerning.”

He stands up to pass out the papers he’d brought with him. Normally, he’d just bring the files up on the BatComputer but Bruce Wayne is nothing if not addicted to self-punishment and he likes physical evidence of his shortcomings as a human being.

“These are excerpts from their messages over the last week or so.”

Since he’s already memorized everything in those packets and has every word imprinted in his mind, all that’s left to do is watch his sons read history repeating itself.

Tim, unsurprisingly, is the faster reader and as he goes through the papers, he has a look of confusion on his face that only intensifies as he goes on. Once he finishes, he takes a swig from his thermos like there’s alcohol in there instead of caffeine although with how he makes it, Bruce thinks it’d be equally strong either way. He then flips back to the start and begins to read it over again.

Dick’s smile is long gone by the end of the first page. As he reads on, the only way to describe his expression is heartbreak. His eyes become shiny and when Bruce sees this he can’t help but think it’s a miracle that the person who has been in this longer than everyone except him and Alfred can still manage to wear their heart on their sleeve in spite of the life they lead. His smile becomes a frown near the end.

Jason as always is the hardest for him to read. At some point early on, he stops spinning his gun around, placing it on the table as he hunches over to read closer to the papers. There’s a look of concentration on his face that Bruce hasn’t seen in a while along with something else. There’s an ache in his chest when he realizes that he doesn’t know this Jason well enough to know if it’s anger or pain. Once he’s done, he looks away from the table and stares off into space. Again, Bruce is unable to tell whether he’s just lost in thought or actively avoiding looking at them, him.

Dick is the first to break the silence, “That’s it! I’m moving back in.”

Bruce can’t decide if he’s relieved by the offer or angry at himself because he’s such a bad parent he needs his eldest son to raise his youngest.

Since this isn’t Dick’s first time making this particular statement, he expects Tim to shut him down like he normally does. When he turns to look at Tim however, Bruce finds him rereading the part he can easily identify as when Damian is explaining how he doesn’t hate Tim. He almost didn’t include it in the packets he distributed as he was sure Damian would not want them to find that out this way but something had compelled him to leave it in.

“So,” Jason starts and Bruce braces himself, “What’s the plan?”

They all turn to look at him expectantly.

“I brought you all here to get your opinions on what to do,” Bruce explains, trying to proceed with caution as he’s definitely the one responsible for this problem.

Jason lets out a bitter laugh, “No, of course you don’t have a plan already. Any one we come up with will probably involve you talking to your own kid and none of us would be here if you knew how to do that.”

“Jason!” Dick reprimands, sounding a little exhausted. It somewhat works and Jason goes back to ignoring them in favor of his thoughts. The damage is down however and Bruce will add that moment to the others he uses to remind himself of his mistakes.

“Where is Alfred? What does he have to say about all of this?” Dick asks and Jason’s attention shifts back to the table.

Bruce was not at all looking forward to dealing with the disappointment from the closest thing he has to a father figure, especially given how many times he had been encouraged by Alfred to talk to Damian, only to push it back time and time again.

He answers, “He’s making sure Damian stays asleep and away from the cave. I’ll fill him in on everything later.”

Stephanie and Cass were patrolling Gotham tonight, covering for Bruce and Tim who’s turn it had been when the meeting was called. Barbra was across the room, directing them as usual from the BatComputer. She would catch them up upon their return.

There’s silence once again only to be broken when Tim finally joins the discussion.

“Did Damian tell you why he broke that girl’s hand?” Tim asks Dick, the most likely of them to be confided in.

Once more, Dick looks heartbroken as he shakes his head.

“Please, did you even give him a chance to?” Jason asks while looking straight at Bruce as if he already knew the answer to that, and he did.

While his youngest son had been suffering from a lack of education about boundaries, Bruce has been busy doing damage control, never once asking what had provoked Damian. It seemed being the World’s Worst Father trumped the title of World’s Greatest Detective.

Dick too already knew the answer to that so he didn’t wait for a reply before continuing the conversation. “How did we never notice how his idea of boundaries was so warped?”

“It’s right here,” Tim answers, pointing at one of the papers. “Damian usually scared everyone off before they got too close so it never came up before. We were too focused on pushing him to make friends to notice the problem was more than just antisocialness.”

If Bruce wasn’t certain this was all his fault, he might take a moment to curse Talia once more for just how much his ex-lover had screwed up Damian’s ability to live a normal life.

“Somebody’s going to have to explain that to him. He can’t keep going on thinking we expect him to allow people to touch him without his permission,” Dick says, looking towards Bruce and not noticing Jason and Tim raising their eyebrows at that behind him. At least two of his sons seem to know him well enough to doubt the possibility of that conversation going successfully.

“Yeah, but like how do we explain the nuance to him? I mean, yeah that girl messed up but also most people would just brush her off. That’s what we would do. He can’t attack every person who reaches out for a handshake and think it all counts as self defense,” Tim adds. Dick and Bruce both look thoughtful at this.

Jason looks frustrated with them as he states, “You’re treating him like he’s a kid. I think even the demon spawn can tell the difference between a handshake and someone getting too handsy. You guys acting like he’s always seconds away from going into full assassin mode is part of the problem. Jeez, ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy?”

Bruce looks at his other two sons and finds Dick looking sheepish and Tim looking down at the table. He just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before deciding that of all his children, Jason might actually be the most qualified to tell him how he failed as a parent.

“What would you have me do then?”, he asks and for a moment Jason looks like he can’t decide whether or not the question is sincere.

“Well, I’d maybe start by not calling secret midnight meetings to talk about him behind his back,” he starts in a casual tone that is most definitely sarcastic, “Or no, actually let’s start by not going through his messages because you know at some point you’re going to have to sit down and talk to him about all this stuff and I doubt fessing up that you’ve invaded his privacy, compromised his safe space, and shared his deepest insecurities with almost the entire family will win you any brownie points.”

The other three people seated at the table freeze and take a moment to let that implication sink in. Bruce thinks he sees even Barbra wince across the room out of the corner of his eye.

Jason’s not finished yet. He continues, “You know exactly what you have to do, you knew before you called us and before you even read those messages. Yet for some reason you still keep approaching this as Batman when really the kid just needs his dad to talk to him sometimes like he’s more than just another problem for you to solve.”

That was the biggest difference Bruce could see in him. This Jason didn’t hesitate to go for the kill. While subtlety was more Bruce’s style, no one could deny it was brutally effective.

Avoiding the obvious barb, he tried to focus on the advice. Talk? He could do that. Although… Dick could probably do that better so maybe they should have him do it. He opens his mouth to suggest this but someone else is already speaking.

Dick’s saying, “Okay, I agree with that but it doesn’t look like B’s the only problem here. Little D seems to be feeling left out.”

Mistaking Dick’s meaning, Bruce recalls his reasons for keeping Damian away from Wayne Enterprise and wonders if perhaps he had been too quick in his decision making. There was no harm in letting Damian learn about the company.

Well as long as there was someone equipped to guide him.

“I’ll arrange an internship for him with Lucius Fox, or actually why not have him shadow you for a while, Tim? That might give you two a chance to see eye to eye on some things,” Bruce proposes.

Tim looks uncomfortable at this but lucky for him someone is already jumping to shoot down this idea.

“Oh hell no!” This is Jason of course. “When are you going to finally see this whole ‘I’ll just let other people handle my son’ thing ain’t working out? Did you even read these before making copies for everyone and their mother? Damian clearly still isn’t over you giving away his ‘birthright’ to the replacement,” Jason says, making finger quotes at birthright. “Making him shadow Tim would be like rubbing it in his face.”

“Yeah, second that. That should be something you introduce him to, like you did with Timmy,” Dick agrees, smiling encouragingly before going on to say, “Although that’s not what I was getting at. I meant that he feels left out in the family, not just with the company. I just knew he needed more brother bonding time!”

Both Tim and Jason grimace but it’s too late. No one can stop Dick Grayson when it comes to his family and so the last half of the meeting is just Dick mapping out his whole plan of ways to incorporate Damian more into the family including movie nights and a new group chat that’s not BatBusiness related.

Tim looks like he’s taking notes and pulls out his phone a couple times to cross check all their schedules because of course he has everyone’s on hand. Jason for the most part looks like he’s not paying attention at all only to then interrupt and shoot down an idea with very valid reasoning to back him up. Bruce just listens and follows their lead, only to be reminded every few minutes that he’ll also have to work on spending time with Damian on his own. He’s coming up with his own plan in his head that may or may not utilize some of their ideas as well.

They’re wrapping things up when Tim suddenly has a question. “What about the French girl? Should we be worried about her selling this to the tabloids?” he asks, holding up the messages.

Jason snorts and mutters something about bat paranoia although he is the only one to have personally talked to the girl and Bruce wonders if he would still share that sentiment if that weren’t the case. They all knew the lack of respect the media showed to their wish for privacy.

“No, she doesn’t seem to be cause for concern,” Bruce assures the other two, leaving out the fact that Ms. Dupain-Cheng didn’t even know his son’s last name. He knew that would only lead to more questions from them and since he’s already ruined so much, he refuses to also spoil the surprise Damian had in store for them for Christmas. He already made sure to have Barbra prevent the others, namely Tim, from accessing the rest of the messages as Bruce is positive he was planning to.

Sure enough, Tim gives him that look that directly translates to “Nevermind, I’ll look into it later”. Bruce doesn’t acknowledge it or encourage him.

Jason doesn’t seem satisfied with his response and launches his defense of the girl. “Yeah, no. None of you are allowed to mess with Spitfire. She seems like the only person the demon spawn’s got on his side that actually respects his boundaries. So don’t screw this up,” he finishes before getting up and leaving the cave, but not without a pointed look to Bruce. Tim follows after him, thermos and tablet in hand now alongside the packet of papers.

Bruce expects Dick to make his exit too so he doesn’t wait to do what he’s wanted to since this disaster of a meeting began which is bury his head in his hands and sigh. He’s surprised but doesn’t startle at the hand that lands on his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” Dick starts and Bruce just gives him a look.

“Yeah, okay so it’s kind of your fault,” he huffs out a small laugh before continuing, “But it’s not something he can’t come back from and it’s not an excuse for you to go into your ‘I’m a bad parent and my children are better off without me’ mode.” He’s the one getting the look now, the one that says “You know I’m right”.

And Bruce does know that yet he still feels the need to argue, “I-” is all he gets out before he’s cut off again, which may be good since he really didn’t know what he was going to say.

“Stop. Just stop, B. That kind of thinking is what got us to this point in the first place. Okay? Now the rest of us we get it now but Damian, he’s too young to figure out that you’re not rejecting him so much as trying to save him from yourself, for some stupid reason that I’m sure you think makes sense in your head. And yeah, I know you still feel guilty for how he spent his childhood, you know with the League and all but Bruce, at some point you’re just gonna have to get over yourself and realize he’s here now. He’s safe. He’s got us now and we’re going to fix this, alright?” Dick says, pleading and Bruce guesses he’s not the only one needing this pep talk at the moment.

So he says the only thing he can say to that which is, “Okay.”

Dick gives him a small smile and a pat on the shoulder before also making his leave, but not without saying goodbye to Barbra of course.

After he’s gone, Bruce feels a wave of exhaustion wash over him and decides to do what he so rarely does and leave whatever work he has left to go over for the morning. The talk with Alfred can wait till then too he figures.

He makes his way out of the cave and up to the manor. While the lights are on upstairs, there’s no sign of Alfred and no need to track him down at the moment so Bruce heads straight for his bedroom before stopping along the way in front of a door that’s not his own.

It’s been awhile since he’s done this and he’ll probably dwell on why that is later but he quietly opens the door and checks on his son, taking care not to wake him. For some reason unknown to them all, Damian almost never turns out his light when he sleeps so the picture Bruce gets is a clear one. His youngest is curled up on his side around his Great Dane, Titus while Alfred the Cat is sleeping at the foot of the bed. Bruce wonders if it’s also a coincidence that he’s angled toward the phone resting on his nightstand.

He used to do these late night check ins more often when Damian first came home. It took him a while to fully believe he’d had a child for so long that he hadn’t known existed so he’d check in every night as if afraid the boy would disappear. Even now, he’s still surprised by how young and untroubled Damian looks in his sleep. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful picture, he gently closes the door and heads to bed.

Wayne Manor - Gotham City, New Jersey

6:30 A.M., Nov. 11th

The first thing Damian always does when he wakes is take in his surroundings. This had first become the case in the early days after he had come to live with his father, back when he would wake up forgetting he had left the League. It was why he refused to turn off his lights at night if he didn’t have to, despite being raised in the shadows and continuing to work in them to this day. It was now a subtle reminder to himself that he had escaped the past and a little act of rebellion against his upbringing.

Alfred the Cat was still sleeping at the foot of the bed but Titus was nowhere to be seen which meant Pennyworth had probably let him out already. He gives himself a few minutes to get his bearings before checking his phone. The only notification is for a sappy “Good morning! Have a good day at school!” text from Grayson which makes Damian wonder if he has what he’s heard other people refer to as “empty nest syndrome”, whatever that means. He also sees the texts he exchanged with Marinette the day before and in the privacy of his room, smiles while remembering parts of their conversations.

Twenty minutes later he heads down to breakfast, dressed in his school uniform with his phone in hand on a singular mission to get a picture of Drake’s coffee for the girl he… didn’t want to disappoint.

It’s here! Yay! I feel like this took forever and a day but I’m happy with it finally! AO3 comments might’ve also restored my confidence in my writing so if you left one thank you! :) Now I’m off to relax and reread comments over and over again (while giggling stupidly) since this stubborn and stressful chapter is finally done! Till next time! <3

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