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Marinette's Joke: The Showdown of Damian's Pets Fighting Over Homework

For Maribat March Day 7 & 30: Joke & Showdown

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Marinette stumbled into her mathematics class five minutes after the bell rang.

The teacher, Mrs. Steeles, had her back to the class, scribbling down what Marinette assumed to be the math homework questions from last night on the whiteboard. 

Marinette tried to sneak past Mrs. Steeles, heading towards her seat in the back, where Damian was already sitting and watching her with exasperation. 

She kept her footsteps light, barely making any sound, but somehow, the mathematics teacher seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, I wonder why you are late this time.” Mrs. Steeles said dryly, capping her marker before facing the late student. 

Marinette looked like a deer caught in headlights as she whirled to face the front, the stares she was getting from her classmates making her skin prickle. “Uh, I—”

Mrs. Steeles pinned her with a look of disapproval, waving her off. “Just head to your seat.”

Marinette wasted no time rushing to her seat, setting her bag beside her desk. 

Damian leaned over and spoke in a hushed tone. “Tt. Why were you late?”

She didn’t respond until Mrs. Steeles turned her focus back to the whiteboard, the blue dry-erase marker in her hand uncapped once more. 

“Akuma in Paris. I had to voyage,” Marinette whispered just low enough for him to hear. 

He nodded in understanding. “Did you do the math homework from yesterday?”

Her eyes widened, a look of horror taking over her face. “Oh no—”

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, do you have the homework from yesterday?” Mrs. Steeles asked, shattering Marinette’s hope that the mathematics teacher would forget. 

What was the point of being the embodiment of luck when the luck didn’t manifest when she needed it? 

Marinette swallowed, glancing to Damian for help, who heartlessly shrugged as if saying, ‘You’re on your own.’

“Well?” Mrs. Steeles prompted with a raised brow, giving her foot impatient taps. 

Marinette panicked and blurted out the first excuse that came to mind. “My homework got torn up in a game of tug of war.”

Her classmates burst out laughing, and she played with the hem of the black skirt of her uniform. 

“Really, Dupain-Cheng? Tug of war? You could not have come up with something better using that scattered brain of yours?” Damian hissed out, speaking over the loud peals of laughter from their classmates, looking unimpressed. 

“I was under pressure, and I panicked!” she whispered back, a sheepish expression on her face. 

“And just, who were you playing tug of war with?” Mrs. Steeles asked, looking just as unimpressed as Damian. 

The gears in Marinette’s head turned as she struggled to think of a somewhat half-dignified response. “Damian’s pets! I was, um— we were doing homework together at his house, and I left my homework on the floor by accident. Titus— uh, Damian’s dog and Alfred— um, cat got ahold of it…”

She could feel Damian staring daggers at her, but he hadn’t exposed her to the lie, so she took it as a win. 

“Who won? The dog or the cat?” someone called out, sounding invested in the non-existent war that had taken place between Damian’s hoard of animals. 

Of course, Marinette, the queen of inventing excuses when it calls for protecting her secret identity, found it within reason to respond with something even more absurd.

“Well, uh—  technically neither? Mojo- um, the ape! The ape hijacked my homework from Ti— the dog, which tore it in half. Then Goliath— the dragon bat breathed fire, and because my homework was caught in the crossfire, it disintegrated into ashes.”

The students were fascinated by the narrative and amused with her ability to spin such a tale on the spot. They spoke over one another, voicing their thoughts. 

“Dragon bat? What new species is that?”

“I didn’t know Damian Wayne had an ape as a pet!”

“What happens next? Who ate the ashes?”

Meanwhile, Damian glared at her for exposing his supernatural pet. “You do realize Goliath is supposed to be kept a secret? How am I supposed to explain a dragon bat somehow ending up in my possession?”

Marinette winced, looking apologetic. “Sorry, Dami. In my defense, this wouldn’t have happened had you helped me think of a plausible excuse! Whatever happened to cover for one another?”

“I can’t believe you are blaming this on me,” he said in disbelief, crossing his arms and turning away from her with a hmph. 

“Class, settle down, please.” Mrs. Steeles said, looking tired. She shot Marinette the stink eye, looking unmoved by her dramatic tale of a showdown between Damian’s pets fighting over her homework. 

“Do keep disputes between pets away from your homework in the future, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I think this joke of yours, rather unique as it may be, has entertained the class enough, and it is time to return to the lesson.” 

Mrs. Steeles directed one last stern look at Marinette, then turned to write more questions on the whiteboard. 

Marinette at least had the decency to mutter a “Sorry” to Damian. 

His lips twitched like he might smile, but he kept the act of staying mad with her. His arms still crossed, and his body angled a little away from her. 

To Marinette, it seemed like he was pouting, and that caused her to giggle. Because Damian would deny and insist he doesn’t pout. 

The sound softened his demeanour at once, prompting her to smile in victory. 

“Whatever. You better not expose even more of my pets— supernatural species or not— to these imbeciles next time,” he grumbled, trying and failing to glare at her. 

“Of course~ we wouldn’t want people to think the Ice Prince of Gotham is secretly a softie, would we now?” she teased, smiling the bright smile she knew he melted for. 

She could see the tips of his ears flush pink even as he turned from her to face the front. 

“Tt,” was his only response, seeming unaware she could see him sneaking glances at her through her peripheral vision. 

She found his behaviour adorable. 

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The Robbery of a Potted Plant

For Maribat March Day 16: Robbery

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Damian was looking forward to a weekend of having the entire manor to himself. 

Dick was in Bludhaven, Tim was working in his office at WE, Jason was sleeping over at Roy’s, Cass was in Shanghai along with Steph and Barbara for a ‘girls' weekend’ or whatever it is they called it, Father was in space somewhere while Alfred was on a well-deserved and overdue vacation. 

That left Damian to his own devices for what was supposed to be a peaceful weekend without his meddlesome imbecile siblings.

He had been looking forward to it and was playing video games (yes, he is capable of such activity) when the unexpected doorbell ring interrupted his solitude. 

Damian set his controller down, scowling at the empty room. He knew his nosy family’s habits and routines like the back of his head, and he was sure no one would return until Sunday night. 

Perhaps Alfred changed his mind and returned because he felt Damian was incapable of tending to himself. Typical of his pseudo-grandfather figure, always putting others before himself. 

Or it could be Todd returning to retrieve something he had forgotten to pack earlier in the day. 

Damian’s eyes narrowed when he heard the bell ring again, somehow sounding louder than the first attempt. 

That wasn’t right. If it were someone from the family, they wouldn’t be ringing the doorbell. 

He made his way out of the living room and, as he did, grabbed his katana from under the coffee table. 

Of course, he wouldn’t put it past Todd to forget his keys, or god forbid he lost it. 

Todd or not, it didn’t stop Damian from clutching the hilt of his katana and hiding it behind his back for a surprise attack. 

If it was one of his family members, they could dodge his attack. If not, how unlucky of the intruder to have stumbled onto the manor’s property. 

The bell rang once more just as he reached the door to crack it open. 

He met with the sight of an admittedly pretty girl looking about his age, with raven pigtails, bright blue eyes that put his emerald ones to shame, and an innocent face that looked like she wouldn’t harm a fly.

His brows furrowed regarding the girl in front of him with suspicion. She could be a delusional fangirl. But he knew better than to underestimate the enemy. 

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his katana, ever so ready to strike if she were to make any sudden moves. 

“Who are you? How did you get past the gates?” He demanded, his voice sharp with wariness. He knew the gates were closed at all times. 

He supposed she could’ve climbed over the gates, eying her short and tiny figure. Despite his deduction, he couldn’t shake off his skepticism. The girl was getting more suspicious by the minute. 

A blinding smile fell across her face, and he stared. 

Her smile was bright like some sunshine child, and he couldn’t have predicted the words that fell out of her mouth next. “I’m here to rob you!” 

Damian swears he could see sparkles emitting from her glimmering eyes. That didn’t stop him from wanting to scoff at the pathetic attempt to rob the manor. What kind of an amateur announces a robbery? 

He eyed her with a contemplating gaze, intrigued against his will. The girl didn’t look to be struggling with money or in debt. 

He kept his expression blank, interested in how this interaction would play out. “Are you even qualified?” 

An offended look replaced her sunny smile, and she glared at him. 

He could’ve sworn he heard faint laughter coming from her purse. 

“That doesn’t matter. Just, can I rob you?” the girl huffed out, looking impatient like she had somewhere to be and made the sporadic decision of committing the worst robbery attempt of the century. 

Had she forgotten what city she was in? That was possible. She did have a French accent. 

“Miss, this is Gotham,” he drawled, letting his katana hang on the spot behind the door with minimal effort. If the girl turned out to be a threat, his katana would still be easy to access. 

She merely raised a brow in response, unimpressed. “And?”

“You don’t just ask for permission to rob someone. Do you see the Joker asking people politely if he could respectfully hold them hostage?” Damian asked dryly. 

“Well, Mr. Riddler asks riddles. Scarecrow rhetorically asks people if they want to test out his new fear toxin gas. My question could as well be rhetorical,” the girl countered, looking at him like he was the crazy one. 

He rolled his eyes. “Tt. Didn’t seem like it.” 

“Can we make this quick? I have somewhere to be,” she said, looking annoyed. 

She pushed past him, and he reacted, the katana appearing in his hand in seconds and on her neck. 

What caught him off guard was she had punched him. Hard. In the solar plexus. He grunted, his katana clattering to the ground. 

For someone so small, she packed quite a punch. 

His hand twitched toward his katana as the girl disappeared into the manor. He should be slitting her throat for that, but he found the situation mildly amusing. 

She reappeared a second later, hauling a medium-sized potted succulent. 

“Of all things in the manor, you decided to rob a plant?” Damian asked in disbelief, wondering why he even cared. 

Why did he intend to let the girl walk free after robbing the manor? Even if the robbery in question was something insignificant like a plant.

Was this how Father felt every time Catwomen stole? Why did it have to be a genetics thing? Damian could already hear his siblings’ teasings. They could never find out about this. 

“There’s nothing wrong with plants!” she protested, holding the plant close to her chest for emphasis. 

Damian should phone the GCPD. But all logic seemed to have flown out the window because instead, he said, “I will let you go just this once out of pity so you can get the taste of having successfully robbed someone. With your non-existent thieving skills, it is unlikely that you would be let off as easily the next time, let alone be successful in the operation.” 

“Oh, thank you, kind sir. I’ll be taking my leave now,” the girl grumbled, albeit sarcastic. 

He was coming up with a last-minute dignified plan to get her name and number without losing face when she shoved a piece of cardstock in his hands. 

It was a business card for the fashion designer Drake was obsessed with, MDC. Except the pseudonym was struck out, with Marinette Dupain-Cheng replacing it on top instead, and her number was underneath where her email was. 

He looked up to see the girl— Marinette, already gone. 

She was fascinating, to say. 

Hadn’t his family always pushed him to make more friends other than Jon?

Damian would have to conduct a thorough background check to see if Marinette would be worth befriending. 

As he pondered the possibility, he couldn’t help but wonder if their possible friendship could evolve into something more. 

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Lover

Maribat March - Prompt 21

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Red Hood had only been in control of the Gotham drug scene for a year when she was first spotted. At first, the goon who'd seen her had thought he was hallucinating. After all, this brightly dressed woman just strutted into the Red Hood's lair like she owned the place. Bill had rushed to inform the boss that their hideout had been breached, but he was unavailable. He reluctantly retreated back to his post, anxiously awaiting the alarm. But it never came.

Bill told the other henchman, but none of them believed him. Surely, the intruder would've been caught.

He didn't dare try to tell the boss himself.

Then it happened again, though this time, she stopped to talk. She handed out cookies and told them to tuck in their shirts! The goons couldn't believe it. As soon as she came, the strange pixie left, the people she left behind stunned. Rumors started spreading about the nice woman who licked her thumb to wipe the gunk off of one of their faces.

Everyone believed Bill after that.

Red Hood had an important meeting with other crime bosses, and all the henchmen were in a state of panic, trying to make sure everything would run smoothly. The boss always got grumpy when these meetings came around, and a grumpy Red Hood was a scary Red Hood.

A resounding crash echoed through the warehouse, silence blanketing them all. Red Hood slowly turned the blank white gaze of his helmet toward the source, a poor Bill standing next to a toppled crate of the weaponry shipment… that was supposed to go out tonight.

Red Hood's deep, robotic sigh was heard on the other end of the warehouse, making several of the newer goons require new underpants.

"Oh no, what happened here?"

And just like that, they were saved. There she was, in all her five-foot-two glory, their guardian pixie frowning at the mess. Red Hood sharply inhaled, turning to face the woman. "Marinette?"

For the first time, Red Hood took off his helmet, revealing a baby-ish face, a domino mask, and black hair with a shock of white. Wait, he knew this woman?

Marinette smiled, striding towards him from the doorway she was standing in. "Hey, mon chere."

Mon chere?!

Red Hood cleared his throat nervously, blush rising to his cheeks. "W-What are you doing here?"

Marinette reached into her oversized purse and pulled out a handgun. "You forgot this." She said sweetly, passing it to him. Bill wasn't thinking all that clearly and spoke up over the silence. "You know her, boss?"

"Wha-? Of course I do- wait, do you?!" Red Hood turned toward Marinette, receiving a sheepish smile in return. "Well," She started, hands clasped behind her back. "You're not always available when I come to see you, and I happened to have some leftover cookies from movie night, so I passed them out!" She smiled up at Red Hood innocently, her glasses glinting in the harsh warehouse light. He turned back to her, crossing his arms, and no one would believe Bill when he told the story later, but Red Hood honest-to-God pouted at this small woman. "C'mon, Mari! I've got a rep to maintain here! Doing your whole routine is gonna mess it up!"

Marinette laughed, brushing her short hair behind her ear and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Oh, don't be like that. You're plenty scary, even with my leftovers. Besides, they won't say anything, right?" She turned her gaze to the rest of the warehouse, and all of a sudden her light, bubbly demeanor took on a hard edge. All the henchmen quickly voiced their agreements, eager to leave the strange alternate universe they'd entered, where Red Hood was the least scary thing in the room.

Just like that, her sunny smile was back, relieving the goons. "See? No problem! I'll see you at home!" Marinette breezed out of the warehouse, and Red Hood put his helmet back on, and they were back in reality. "Well?" His modified voice barked out, "we've got shit to do. Get moving!"

Bill was never going to look at Red Hood the same again. Not knowing he had that wonderfully terrifying woman as a lover.

Also, was it just him or did Red Hood seem awfully young?

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The Robbery of a Potted Plant

For Maribat March Day 16: Robbery

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Damian was looking forward to a weekend of having the entire manor to himself. 

Dick was in Bludhaven, Tim was working in his office at WE, Jason was sleeping over at Roy’s, Cass was in Shanghai along with Steph and Barbara for a ‘girls' weekend’ or whatever it is they called it, Father was in space somewhere while Alfred was on a well-deserved and overdue vacation. 

That left Damian to his own devices for what was supposed to be a peaceful weekend without his meddlesome imbecile siblings.

He had been looking forward to it and was playing video games (yes, he is capable of such activity) when the unexpected doorbell ring interrupted his solitude. 

Damian set his controller down, scowling at the empty room. He knew his nosy family’s habits and routines like the back of his head, and he was sure no one would return until Sunday night. 

Perhaps Alfred changed his mind and returned because he felt Damian was incapable of tending to himself. Typical of his pseudo-grandfather figure, always putting others before himself. 

Or it could be Todd returning to retrieve something he had forgotten to pack earlier in the day. 

Damian’s eyes narrowed when he heard the bell ring again, somehow sounding louder than the first attempt. 

That wasn’t right. If it were someone from the family, they wouldn’t be ringing the doorbell. 

He made his way out of the living room and, as he did, grabbed his katana from under the coffee table. 

Of course, he wouldn’t put it past Todd to forget his keys, or god forbid he lost it. 

Todd or not, it didn’t stop Damian from clutching the hilt of his katana and hiding it behind his back for a surprise attack. 

If it was one of his family members, they could dodge his attack. If not, how unlucky of the intruder to have stumbled onto the manor’s property. 

The bell rang once more just as he reached the door to crack it open. 

He met with the sight of an admittedly pretty girl looking about his age, with raven pigtails, bright blue eyes that put his emerald ones to shame, and an innocent face that looked like she wouldn’t harm a fly.

His brows furrowed regarding the girl in front of him with suspicion. She could be a delusional fangirl. But he knew better than to underestimate the enemy. 

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his katana, ever so ready to strike if she were to make any sudden moves. 

“Who are you? How did you get past the gates?” He demanded, his voice sharp with wariness. He knew the gates were closed at all times. 

He supposed she could’ve climbed over the gates, eying her short and tiny figure. Despite his deduction, he couldn’t shake off his skepticism. The girl was getting more suspicious by the minute. 

A blinding smile fell across her face, and he stared. 

Her smile was bright like some sunshine child, and he couldn’t have predicted the words that fell out of her mouth next. “I’m here to rob you!” 

Damian swears he could see sparkles emitting from her glimmering eyes. That didn’t stop him from wanting to scoff at the pathetic attempt to rob the manor. What kind of an amateur announces a robbery? 

He eyed her with a contemplating gaze, intrigued against his will. The girl didn’t look to be struggling with money or in debt. 

He kept his expression blank, interested in how this interaction would play out. “Are you even qualified?” 

An offended look replaced her sunny smile, and she glared at him. 

He could’ve sworn he heard faint laughter coming from her purse. 

“That doesn’t matter. Just, can I rob you?” the girl huffed out, looking impatient like she had somewhere to be and made the sporadic decision of committing the worst robbery attempt of the century. 

Had she forgotten what city she was in? That was possible. She did have a French accent. 

“Miss, this is Gotham,” he drawled, letting his katana hang on the spot behind the door with minimal effort. If the girl turned out to be a threat, his katana would still be easy to access. 

She merely raised a brow in response, unimpressed. “And?”

“You don’t just ask for permission to rob someone. Do you see the Joker asking people politely if he could respectfully hold them hostage?” Damian asked dryly. 

“Well, Mr. Riddler asks riddles. Scarecrow rhetorically asks people if they want to test out his new fear toxin gas. My question could as well be rhetorical,” the girl countered, looking at him like he was the crazy one. 

He rolled his eyes. “Tt. Didn’t seem like it.” 

“Can we make this quick? I have somewhere to be,” she said, looking annoyed. 

She pushed past him, and he reacted, the katana appearing in his hand in seconds and on her neck. 

What caught him off guard was she had punched him. Hard. In the solar plexus. He grunted, his katana clattering to the ground. 

For someone so small, she packed quite a punch. 

His hand twitched toward his katana as the girl disappeared into the manor. He should be slitting her throat for that, but he found the situation mildly amusing. 

She reappeared a second later, hauling a medium-sized potted succulent. 

“Of all things in the manor, you decided to rob a plant?” Damian asked in disbelief, wondering why he even cared. 

Why did he intend to let the girl walk free after robbing the manor? Even if the robbery in question was something insignificant like a plant.

Was this how Father felt every time Catwomen stole? Why did it have to be a genetics thing? Damian could already hear his siblings’ teasings. They could never find out about this. 

“There’s nothing wrong with plants!” she protested, holding the plant close to her chest for emphasis. 

Damian should phone the GCPD. But all logic seemed to have flown out the window because instead, he said, “I will let you go just this once out of pity so you can get the taste of having successfully robbed someone. With your non-existent thieving skills, it is unlikely that you would be let off as easily the next time, let alone be successful in the operation.” 

“Oh, thank you, kind sir. I’ll be taking my leave now,” the girl grumbled, albeit sarcastic. 

He was coming up with a last-minute dignified plan to get her name and number without losing face when she shoved a piece of cardstock in his hands. 

It was a business card for the fashion designer Drake was obsessed with, MDC. Except the pseudonym was struck out, with Marinette Dupain-Cheng replacing it on top instead, and her number was underneath where her email was. 

He looked up to see the girl— Marinette, already gone. 

She was fascinating, to say. 

Hadn’t his family always pushed him to make more friends other than Jon?

Damian would have to conduct a thorough background check to see if Marinette would be worth befriending. 

As he pondered the possibility, he couldn’t help but wonder if their possible friendship could evolve into something more. 

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A young Jason Todd dusted off the headstone with his calloused hands. He could hear giggles echoing left and right as a little girl ran around, picking up stray petals off the ground. "Marinette," he called out to his little sister. "Don't run off too far." 

Marinette merely laughed out loud, moving over to another headstone to sprinkle petals over it. 

"Do you like the cemetery, Pixie?" Jason gave a sad smile. 

"I like it 'cause Jay Jay's here," Marinette replied. 

"It's not exactly a happy place." 

"It is if I say so," she huffed. 

The girl moved over to where Jason was sitting, offering him a small flower crown of her creation. Jason bowed so she could put it on top of his head. Marinette grinned toothily at the sight of her brother, the delicate flowers contrasting his rugged appearance. 

"Are you okay?" Marinette asked when she suddenly saw tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. 

"Yes," he breathed out. "It's just . . . You're really a ray of sunshine, aren't you? Or do you just not know?" 

"Know what?" 

He shook his head, as if dismissing the thought. "Nevermind. Want me to read you a story?" 

"Right now?" Marinette wrinkled her nose. 

"Of course. Here, I brought your favorite storybook." 

Marinette listened in earnest as Jason started reading to her. He got the character voices just right, making her snort out laughs at each dialogue spoken out loud. 

"Thanks for reading to me, Jay." 

"Next time I'll bring another storybook?" 

"Mmkay." 

The second Jason shut the book, he vanished all of a sudden. Marinette looked around, blinking in confusion. "Jay? Jay Jay?" 

Her tiny hands balled into fists when she realized that her brother was nowhere to be found. The girl sniffed, panicking at the disappearance of her companion. She repeatedly yelled out his name, eyes darting around the cemetery to look for Jason. 

And as she stood up from her spot to search for him, the headstone was left behind once more, still bearing the words she couldn't read by herself: Here lies Jason Peter Todd, a great soldier. 

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childhood friends jasonette raising themselves on the streets but they grow up to become enemies

they get separated when they were 13. she was kidnapped by the order of the guardians

master fu bashing, the order isn't good in this, they kidnap children and train them into assassins

marinette was trained to become an assassin in the order, she's an assassin under the name ladybug

people in the order that trained alongside mari: adrien, kagami, luka (maybe chloe too)

ladybug and chat noir are the highest ranking assassins, they usually get sent together on missions. they've always succeeded

gabriel agreste became hawkmoth when his son was missing, he created an organization (called the akumas maybe idk) that specializes in finding the missing childrens

mari and the other people under the order had always been told the akumas were the bad guys

everything's the same with jason (not canon compliant obviously, it's from what i've gathered from other maribat crossover fics i've read); he stole the tires of the batmobile, got caught and ended up being adopted by bruce wayne. dies and comes back. becomes the crime lord, red hood for a while before reforming and so now he works with the bats

the order gets a request from joker to assassinate red hood, ladybug (and maybe chat noir) was ordered to take on the mission

meanwhile the bats were investigating the order, they had a lead and now they think the order links to the missing children 10-11 years ago? (i'm making mari and jason the same age, so let's say they're 18-19 now)

so the assassination attempt on red hood kinda failed because mari realized just who he is after red hood recognizes her. but he still got stabbed?? it just didn't hit any vital organs???

mari gets punished back at the order's base because she failed

this is getting long so: stuff happens, mari and the others eventually gets rescued

#maribat fanfic #maribat #maribat prompt #mlb x dc #jasonette #childhood friends #heqvenlymoons prompts

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My @mlsecretsanta gift for @professorducc 🤍

Happy Holidays! I had a lot of fun with this piece and hope you like it! 🎄🎉

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oh you beautiful emo babies

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Jason Todd as Blue Jay

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The Impersonation of Lila Rossi [1]

hihi, giving this concept a try. take this as a pilot chapter. i might continue this because of the potential crack from Marinette impersonating Lila. this is a mlb x dc crossover and i did decide on the ship of daminette (damian doesn't show up in this part though, fyi). let me know what you think of this idea!

Part 1

When Marinette woke up, she would have felt relieved that her nightmare of Hawkmoth getting ahold of the ladybug and black cat miraculous for his wish was just a nightmare. If not for the fact she wasn’t in her room. 

The unfamiliar room sent a wave of uneasiness through her gut. 

Shadows covered the room, reminiscent of the beginning signs of a nightmare. Various masks adorned the fuchsia wall, looking more like a creepy trophy wall a serial killer might keep than decorations for the room.

Marinette had always been aware that bedrooms say a lot about someone’s personality and habits. Nothing in the room screamed it was hers. 

She sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and trying to make sense of where she was. 

Her fingers went to her ears on instinct, checking for the feel of the familiar black studs of her earrings, only to touch the smooth skin of her earlobe.

The flash of panic was immediate. Her breathing quickened, heartbeats increasing in speed. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t afford to get akumatized. Not when she was unsure of her surroundings and the location of her earrings. 

Her eyes reopened, and she noted the numerous objects scattering the wooden floor and the magenta rug on the floor in front of the zebra-striped bed she rested on. 

A large printed picture caught her eye from where it hung on the sky-blue wall on top of the bed. She could’ve sworn she'd seen the dark paradise poster somewhere before, and if not for her disoriented state, she could’ve probably recalled it. 

An Italian flag hung near the poster, showcasing the room owner’s heritage. 

Other mundane items on the bed felt almost out of place in the shadowed room. The zebra-striped comforter spread on the mattress, along with two pink pillows. A lamp and a stuffed teddy bear sat on each side of the bed in their corners while a plaided pink blanket dangled from the front board.

A soft voice sounded outside the door, accompanied by gentle knocks on the lilac door, which had colourful frames outlined in dark brown and pink. “Lila!” 

Lila? As in… Lila Rossi?

Before Marinette could linger on the thought, the door creaked open with a faint click. 

A woman of average adult height walked in, holding a glass of water. Her brown hair pulled back into a bun. Her light brown eyes tinged with relief at seeing Marinette awake and sitting on the bed. 

“It’s good to see you awake, Sweetie.” The woman sighed, a look of guilt washing over her delicate features. “I’ve been so focused on my job at the embassy lately that I haven’t checked up on you as much as I wanted to. I found you in the kitchen last night. It seems like you’ve crashed from exhaustion.” 

The unease in Marinette’s gut twisted deeper, her lips quivering. “I’m sorry, Mme… who are you?”

The woman’s look of concern washed away, leaving an expression of unimpressed and disapproval. “Lila, ma chérie, I thought you were well past the lying phase. I know you occasionally slip back, but faking amnesia is not something to joke about.”

This woman was Lila’s mother? But that would mean—

Marinette felt herself go cold. Her hands were getting clammy, and sweat was forming on her forehead. 

The woman— Lila’s mother, frowned at her unresponsive state, reaching a hand out when Marinette shrunk away. 

“D-don’t come closer,” Marinette stuttered out, freezing at the familiar voice that wasn’t hers. 

That voice. Marinette knew that voice. 

Lila’s mother sighed again, drifting her hand away. Her face softened from the way Marinette’s eyes darted around the room like a wounded animal. A worried look overtook her expression at Marinette’s behaviour. “I wasn’t going to hit you. You know I’ll never lay a hand on you. Are you and Adrien okay? He’s not being abusive, is he?” 

Marinette swallowed the panic, her mind racing as she ignored the latter half of the sentence and found the words to respond. “C-can… Can I be alone for a few minutes? I just…”

The desperate look in Marinette’s eyes made Lila’s mother take pity on who she thought was her daughter. “Alright. I’ll check up on you again before I leave for work.”

Lila’s mother set the glass of water on the vanity and left, shutting the door with a click. The footsteps faded away, leaving Marinette alone to her loud, garbled thoughts. 

Marinette wasted no time getting up to the vanity, gasping when the face of Lila Rossi stared back at her. 

The usual menacing grayish chartreuse green eyes that pierced her like a predator’s gaze stalking its prey were wide with fear and alarm. 

Fingers reached up to touch the smooth, light tan skin of her— Lila’s face. 

Marinette’s eyes, now green, went to the hair. It was auburn, with blunt bangs and two short pieces framing the face that tied in a loose hold with orange bands. 

She was undoubtedly Lila Rossi.

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Émilie Agreste purposefully giving Adrien an allergy to feathers to make sure her son would never be able to use the peacock miraculous in the future

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She’s gonna steal your heart

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The Impersonation of Lila Rossi [1]

hihi, giving this concept a try. take this as a pilot chapter. i might continue this because of the potential crack from Marinette impersonating Lila. this is a mlb x dc crossover and i did decide on the ship of daminette (damian doesn't show up in this part though, fyi). let me know what you think of this idea!

Part 1

When Marinette woke up, she would have felt relieved that her nightmare of Hawkmoth getting ahold of the ladybug and black cat miraculous for his wish was just a nightmare. If not for the fact she wasn’t in her room. 

The unfamiliar room sent a wave of uneasiness through her gut. 

Shadows covered the room, reminiscent of the beginning signs of a nightmare. Various masks adorned the fuchsia wall, looking more like a creepy trophy wall a serial killer might keep than decorations for the room.

Marinette had always been aware that bedrooms say a lot about someone’s personality and habits. Nothing in the room screamed it was hers. 

She sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and trying to make sense of where she was. 

Her fingers went to her ears on instinct, checking for the feel of the familiar black studs of her earrings, only to touch the smooth skin of her earlobe.

The flash of panic was immediate. Her breathing quickened, heartbeats increasing in speed. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t afford to get akumatized. Not when she was unsure of her surroundings and the location of her earrings. 

Her eyes reopened, and she noted the numerous objects scattering the wooden floor and the magenta rug on the floor in front of the zebra-striped bed she rested on. 

A large printed picture caught her eye from where it hung on the sky-blue wall on top of the bed. She could’ve sworn she'd seen the dark paradise poster somewhere before, and if not for her disoriented state, she could’ve probably recalled it. 

An Italian flag hung near the poster, showcasing the room owner’s heritage. 

Other mundane items on the bed felt almost out of place in the shadowed room. The zebra-striped comforter spread on the mattress, along with two pink pillows. A lamp and a stuffed teddy bear sat on each side of the bed in their corners while a plaided pink blanket dangled from the front board.

A soft voice sounded outside the door, accompanied by gentle knocks on the lilac door, which had colourful frames outlined in dark brown and pink. “Lila!” 

Lila? As in… Lila Rossi?

Before Marinette could linger on the thought, the door creaked open with a faint click. 

A woman of average adult height walked in, holding a glass of water. Her brown hair pulled back into a bun. Her light brown eyes tinged with relief at seeing Marinette awake and sitting on the bed. 

“It’s good to see you awake, Sweetie.” The woman sighed, a look of guilt washing over her delicate features. “I’ve been so focused on my job at the embassy lately that I haven’t checked up on you as much as I wanted to. I found you in the kitchen last night. It seems like you’ve crashed from exhaustion.” 

The unease in Marinette’s gut twisted deeper, her lips quivering. “I’m sorry, Mme… who are you?”

The woman’s look of concern washed away, leaving an expression of unimpressed and disapproval. “Lila, ma chérie, I thought you were well past the lying phase. I know you occasionally slip back, but faking amnesia is not something to joke about.”

This woman was Lila’s mother? But that would mean—

Marinette felt herself go cold. Her hands were getting clammy, and sweat was forming on her forehead. 

The woman— Lila’s mother, frowned at her unresponsive state, reaching a hand out when Marinette shrunk away. 

“D-don’t come closer,” Marinette stuttered out, freezing at the familiar voice that wasn’t hers. 

That voice. Marinette knew that voice. 

Lila’s mother sighed again, drifting her hand away. Her face softened from the way Marinette’s eyes darted around the room like a wounded animal. A worried look overtook her expression at Marinette’s behaviour. “I wasn’t going to hit you. You know I’ll never lay a hand on you. Are you and Adrien okay? He’s not being abusive, is he?” 

Marinette swallowed the panic, her mind racing as she ignored the latter half of the sentence and found the words to respond. “C-can… Can I be alone for a few minutes? I just…”

The desperate look in Marinette’s eyes made Lila’s mother take pity on who she thought was her daughter. “Alright. I’ll check up on you again before I leave for work.”

Lila’s mother set the glass of water on the vanity and left, shutting the door with a click. The footsteps faded away, leaving Marinette alone to her loud, garbled thoughts. 

Marinette wasted no time getting up to the vanity, gasping when the face of Lila Rossi stared back at her. 

The usual menacing grayish chartreuse green eyes that pierced her like a predator’s gaze stalking its prey were wide with fear and alarm. 

Fingers reached up to touch the smooth, light tan skin of her— Lila’s face. 

Marinette’s eyes, now green, went to the hair. It was auburn, with blunt bangs and two short pieces framing the face that tied in a loose hold with orange bands. 

She was undoubtedly Lila Rossi.

#maribat #maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #bodyswap au #maribat marinette dupain cheng #Impersonation of Lila Rossi

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Me: reads through my bookmarked fics on ao3 to see what people say in their comments

Me: sees one of my favourite authors bookmarked one of my fics

Me: 🫠

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For those who are still confused about the Bat Children… 🦇

Hope this helps :)