#MGI Bracket War 2022

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Be you’re own hero

MGI Bracket War 2: ROUND ONE

Prompt: “Write about a hero or a villain deathly afraid of doing their job.”

This could be read as romantic or platonic

Ao3

“I guess this is karma getting back at us for trying to quit.” Ladybug’s head tilted upwards and banged against the stone wall behind her.

“There’s no such thing as karma.”

She raised an eyebrow at the hooded man. He was slouched against the wall parallel to her, his arm rested on his raised knee, that hand hung freely whilst the other spun his switchblade in between his fingers.

Marinette pushed herself off the wall, her arms rested on the floor in front of her.

“So what would you call this then?”

“A series of unfortunate events, fate, cursed, hexed, heresy, chance, destiny. Many different words that all end up meaning the same thing.” He flicked his knife up and caught it as it clicked into its sheath. “But you’re smart enough to know that.”

“Wow thanks,” Marinette sarcastically replied with an incredulous look on her face. “Was that meant to be a complement?”

“Tsk. Figure it out.”

Silence returned to their small cavern. Their only light being her yo-yo which is trapped between a boulder that’s blocking their exit.

“Soooooo. . .” Her voice trailed off before she popped her lips. “If you won’t call it karma, then what would you say this is?” She saw his head shift in her direction, it was too dark to see but his white masked eyes seemed to glow. She smirked at him, “You never answered my question.”

Robin whistled, “A coincidence.”

“How is that any different from karma? It’s just another synonym.”

“Karma is the belief that if you do good in life, you’ll get good things in return, the same goes if you’ve been bad. Life doesn’t work like that. It is merely a coincidence that we’re here.” He clicked his tongue and went back to flicking his knife.

“So in your opinion; a coincidence is karma that lacks hope that what we do in life matters.”

He froze. He didn’t expect that. Women had always confused him but this was different. What confused him even more was, that she showed exceptional skills in her heroism work

“I resign”

The room froze. All eyes turned to stare at the scarlet bug. Her wary eyes scanned the room and her shoulders were hunched, she was expecting a fight.

Superman was the first to speak up, “What?”

“I’ll train my replacement, I’ll even supervise them!” Words spewed out of her mouth at lightning speed, even the two speedsters in the room had trouble keeping up. “But I just can’t do this anymore.” She opened her yo-yo and took out her Justice League badge. She walked towards the large steel meeting table and placed it down with a click.

The room was packed to the brim with heroes, sidekicks and support. They were discussing an upcoming intergalactic mission. The blue holograms paused and the papers spread across the table fluttered in the light fan breeze.

“My lady.” She spun to her right, blue pigtails swishing behind her. Chat’s green eyes were welled with sadness, he approached her with a claw cradling his chest. “Why.”

She tensed, pursing her lips. “I just can’t do this anymore.” She walked out the sliding conference room doors. Those with supersonic hearing, heard her call for Kaalki to teleport her away from here. The miraculous team said their quiet goodbyes before following their leader, shell shocked.

“Can you believe that?” Red Robin exclaimed, “LB! Ladybug of all people is resigning from JL!” He flopped into his gaming chair that sat before the large bat computer. He reached over to sip his coffee, his hair was falling out of his man bun, making him look more of a lunatic than usual.

Red Hood whistled, agreeing that this was unexpected. The rest stayed in silence as Tim began to ramble his ‘two days of no sleep’ rant.

Dick approached Damian, already half changed out of his uniform, spandex trailing behind him. He pulled his arm out with a pop and lowered his white singlet top. “What’s your opinion little D?”

Damian clicked his tongue, brooding over dick’s choice of nickname, ‘little D’. He was now taller than Dick yet he still got called condescending names.

“Good for her.” He succinctly said.

Tim’s rambling stopped.

“Damian?” Babs asked. She turned to look at her unofficial sibling to see what they made of Damian's reaction. She found Bruce, now dressed in loungewear, at the cave’s entrance. He raised a dark eyebrow at his youngest son, prompting him to continue, but Damian didn’t.

“Damian, do we need to have a discussion about this?”

“What’s there to discuss Father? She made a choice, and that choice is to leave heroism behind her.” He jumped up off the medical stretcher he was sitting on and walked over to the eldest Wayne. He took off his cape with one arm and placed it in his father’s hands. Bruce looked down then back to Damian, his perfect poker face masked his confusion. “Heroes and villains are being seen as black and white, grey is whatever Todd is but that’s not my point. I resign as well, Father.”

The teen tried to walk past and up the stairs but his biceps was caught. “Damian. . .” Bruce paused, licking his lips. His mouth had gone dry from all the words dying in his throat. “Out of all of you I never expected—“

“Expected me to quit?” Damian cut him off, a smirk appearing amongst the scratches on his face. “You're the Greatest Detective in the World, Father.” He stressed each syllable of Batman’s title, “Have fun figuring this out.”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Blue.”

“Damn I had you pegged as a green guy.” Marinette chuckled, “Can I know why?”

“Tsk, who doesn’t like blue?”

She tilted her head, while his answer is correct it wasn’t his real answer; she was good at reading lies.

“True. But I asked why you liked blue.”

He clicked his tongue again. “It’s the colour of the sky.”

She smiled and settled back against her rock wall. Wiggling her body until she became comfortable, her suit kept some of the cold out but there still was discomfort.

“What’s yours?

After what felt like hours he finally was reciprocating questions back to her.

“Pink”

He clicked his tongue, “Knew it.”

Her smile scrunched up her face as she shook her head. “Of course you did, smart bird.”

She tapped her chin thinking of a new question but Robin beat her to it. “Why did you try to resign?”

“Why did you?” She teased back with a forced laugh.

“That’s classified—” he shifted, leaning towards her, arms crossed. She felt his body heat invade her personal space. “—and I asked you first.”

“I just couldn’t.”

“While that may be true, I’m asking for the reason why you resigned.”

His teasing tone went unnoticed as she drew her knees to her chest, curling up into a little ball. He had flipped her logic for the favourite colour question back onto her. “Well. . .” She broke away from her far away gaze pointed at the floor to make direct eye contact with him. His hood hung off his face now that he was leaning. She was right, his white mask eyes did seem to glow. “I never wanted to be a hero.”

He held his breath, once again caught off guard by her answer.

“I was thirteen and it was the first day back at school. Hawkmoth, Paris’ Supervillain, had manipulated one of my classmates into being an akuma. Uhhh, akumas are Hawkmoth’s minions that try to take away mine and Chat Noir’s miraculous. I found my miraculous and was forced into being Ladybug after the new student was almost crushed by a flying car.” Her chest heaved as she paused her diatribe, but Robin didn’t speak over her, he just sat there and listened.he had moved back to his original position. “There was a quote I read as a child; ‘Be the hero you needed as a child’, I was a child but I had to be the hero I needed. I couldn’t do this anymore because I already lost my childhood, I didn’t want to lose my life as well.”

“Same.”

“Huh?”

“I had the same reason for resigning.” Ladybug waited and he did indeed continue, “I was raised in the league of assassins, fighting was the first language I learnt. I know how to kill someone forty-seven ways with a spoon.” He reached down and felt along the floor between them, he cut his finger when he finally found what he was looking for. His katana was shattered into pieces, its hilt was still trapped somewhere against the boulder. “I’ve had this katana since I was ten, it was my grandfather’s last gift to be before he passed away from an assassination. Afterwards my mother took me to stay with my Father, she thought it would be safer for me. But then I became Robin.”

He let out a hollow chuckle. “All my brothers and siblings were vigilantes, some didn’t even have a background in combat, so I wanted to join them. I wanted to show them I was the best, that all the hard work I put in during my younger years didn’t go to waste.” He looked at the palms of his hands before he limply hung them again. “I guessed it did. All I wanted was for my father to be proud of me and he was, but I realised; it just wasn’t worth it anymore.”

She shifted to sit beside him, he looked down at her curiously. “May I?” She asked, and he nodded. She rested head on his shoulder and hugged his arm.

“You’re the first to ask.” He mumbled, that broke her heart.

“We both just wanted to live.” She whispered, not expecting a response.

“Yes. . .” His voice hissed, “There’s another saying I’ve heard ‘Either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain’.”

They settled into silence, their breaths evened out as they both fell asleep.

A blaring siren woke them up. Her yoyo’s screen was red and showing deprecating oxygen levels, ‘Warning oxygen levels below 40%’.

“We can’t wait here any more to be saved. We need to find a way out.” Damian’s rough voice still full of sleep resounded throughout the small space. He turned to her, herher eyes disoriented from the abrupt awakening. “You should detransform so you can get your yo-yo back then we can try to come up with a plan.”

“I can’t” her voice came out panicked, her breath caught in her chest “What if the cavern collapses without it?”

Damian shifted to stand on his knees, he looked up at the rock above them and the wire caught in between it and the crevasse’s wall. “A 15mm titanium cord being removed won’t do anything to that boulder ladybug.” He tilted his head and looked at her.

“I still can’t.” Her shaking hands waved in front of her.

“Would you rather we stay here and potentially die? We haven’t heard anything from the teams; they're not coming to find us anytime soon.”

“I’d rather we find another option that doesn’t involve me losing all my memories.” She yelled, her voice echoing and causing the rock to shake. Robin dove at her, his gloved hand covering her mouth, silencing her cries. He felt her tears soak onto his hand, he stared up at her in shock.

“What. . . What do you mean?” He slowly moved his hand to her jaw, keeping it near in case she screams again and causes another tremor.

“You reveal your identity, you lose your memories. It happened to the Grand Guardian and it’ll happen to me as well. I don’t want to take that risk.” She sobbed, her breathing started to hyperventilate.

“Well what about your lucky charm?”

“We’ll have five minutes to use it then find me a place to hide and recharge my kwami. I don’t think we’ll make it Robin!” She whisper-yelled at him, her voice breaking.

He removed his hood and used his other hand to clutch her two hands in his. “How about we make a deal?” She looked up at him, cheeks red and eyes blotchy. “We be each other’s last person to save, we be our own heroes.” He took of his cape and put it around her, “And if you do detransform I promise not to look.”

“Ok.”

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[nightlychaotic]

Fallen Angel

TW: Major Character Death, Onscreen Death, Death via Fall

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The air was uncomfortably still as he ran, the only breeze coming from him pushing himself to move as fast as he could without missing anything that could potentially lead him to where she went. 

Everything was taking too long.

Every step a second too long. Each leap from rooftop to rooftop an ever stretching moment.

The voices in his ear a steady reminder of how fast time was passing.

Robin had half a mind to rip the comm unit from his ear as he searched. The incessant chattering of Oracle and the rest of his family as they searched for her, spread across Gotham, on rooftops, in the sewers, on the street. Working it in precise gridlike methods. 

They didn’t seem to feel the frantic urgency he did.

He came to a stop. Eyes scanning over the rooftops for anything. Any sign of her. Any sign of the League, the Court, anybody. Anywhere they could have taken her.

A small flash of light in his periphery drew his attention.

He turned, quickly scanning for where it came from, blood freezing as he saw someone- Marinette- get thrown off the roof.

—----------------------------

The two of them had barely managed to make it three blocks from the Le Grand Paris, before a thin rope managed to wrap around both of them. Tightening and pulling them up, so they were hanging upside down. 

“Don’t bother trying to cut through the string. You won’t get anywhere,” a bright voice chimed.

As the duo slowly spinned around, Robin caught sight of the two Parisian heroes they'd come to talk to.

“Ladybug. Chat Noir.”

“Batman and Robin. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, recalling her yo-yo, leaving the two vigilantes to catch themselves.

“Your situation has recently come to our attention. We came to offer you our assistance. Training, help, mentorship, and back up.”

“We don’t need your help. Thank you. But we’d prefer you stay out of Paris. Any of the Justice League to stay out. We have it handled-”

“Tt. You’re two children fighting a battle you can’t win.”

“You did not just call us children when you can not possibly be any older than either of us.”

“Bugaboo, calm down.”

“We have been doing this for three years now, and he is calling us incompetent.”

“It’s not my fault you two are inferior to me.”

“Robin,” Batman warned.

“It’s been a long week,” Chat Noir apologized for her. “While we appreciate your offer of assistance, it is unneeded and unwanted.”

“Consider it at least. We’ll be in Paris for the next 24 hours. Commissioner Gordan at Gotham PD can also get a hold of us if you can’t.”

Ladybug gave a smile and nodded. “Thank you. We’ll keep it in mind. Safe Travels. Batman. Robin.”

Robin scowled as he watched her leave, flinging her yo-yo out and using it to pull her across the city, her partner following behind rooftop to rooftop.

—----------------------------

He shot his grapple as he extended the line as far as it could go as he launched himself into the air, falling fast before the line when taught, pulling him towards her. 

He strained reaching, stretching, extending his arm as far as he could. Desperate. She reached out for him with a soft smile, fingertips brushing just barely as he swung.

No.

Nononono.

No.

Everything seemed to freeze around him as her smile turned bittersweet, drawing her hand back in, accepting her fate.

He hung, suspended in the air by his grapple as he watched her descent. It was almost beautiful. The way the colors painted themselves in an ever shifting pattern, dancing across her arms

She looked like an angel.

An angel without her wings.

She seemed to glow against the city lights, colors streaming by, trailing behind as she fell, before vanishing, a harsh white light left to illuminate where she lay.

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The soft zip of her yo-yo spinning, deflecting his birdarang, as she spun, coming to face him.

“Robin.”

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I live here now. And before you say anything I had a nice chat with Batman last night. Gotham needs some good luck. We both decided that it’s best if I work my magic here.”

“And he gave you free reign?”

“I don’t plan on being babysat for my time in Gotham. Right now I’m just getting the lay of the land. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. Since you don’t seem too keen on letting me go on my own.”

“Tt. I will.”

“I hope you can keep up,” she said before throwing her yo-yo, pulling herself up and over the Gotham skyline, Robin trailing close behind.

—-

Damian barely glanced up as the door opened, he noted the unfamiliar face coming in, before turning back to his painting. A soft, hurried conversation happening at the front of the classroom, before soft footsteps hurried across the room, slowing down at his table.

“Hi. I’m Marinette.”

He glanced over, not expecting the cheerful smile directed at him as she pulled out her sketchbook and pencils, flipping open to a new page. Catching glimpses of her sketches flipping by, mainly clothing designs. He would admit they were good.

“Damian.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Tt.”

—----------------------------

It was cruel how beautiful she looked, hair splayed out, a dark halo framing her as she lay against concrete, silent tears falling from her eyes as she looked up at him. 

"Why? Why didn't you transform? Why didn't you catch yourself?" he demanded as he knelt next to her, brushing a stray strand out of her face.

"I couldn't. They took Tikki."

She coughed weakly looking up at him. 

"Damian-"

"Shhh. It'll be alright. You'll be fine. It's okay, Marinette."

She shook her head giving him a pained smile. "We both know that's a lie."

"Mari-"

“Damian," her breath was shaky as she winced in pain. "I love you, Damian. I want you to know that."

He swallowed, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes as he tried to say something, anything, in reply , but she continued before he could find the words.

"I- Marinette Dupain-Cheng, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box and name- Damian al Ghul the new Guardian.” 

"No!"

The bright light that flashed as she said that was blinding, the tears finally beginning to flow as he held her.

—----------------------------

“No. Nonono. Merde,” she cursed under her breath glancing around.

“What?”

“I’m about to transform back.”

“Can you make it to the top of Wayne Tower in time?”

“I should.”

“You’ll be fine to detransform there. I’ll cover you. Go.”

“You sure you’ll be fine?”

“Tt. Of course. Now go.”

She threw her yo-yo one last time, nailing one of the thugs in the head, knocking them out before throwing it once more, pulling her up as she swung through and pulled herself up and over, disappearing over the lip of the Tower.

Robin dealt with the rest of the thugs as fast as he could, tying them up and leaving them in the alley before grappling up to Wayne Towers. He landed, nearly silent as he landed, looking around, pausing at the sight of a familiar figure, sitting against the bulkhead as she dug around in her purse.

“Marinette?”

She stood, turning around with a soft yelp. Holding her purse close as she looked at him, before relaxing, making sure her purse was shut before letting it drop to her side.

“Robin.”

“You’re Ladybug.”

“You know me,” she narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied him, before giving a small smile, recognition clear in her eyes. “Damian?”

He didn’t say anything, turning away slightly as she continued.

“I should have figured it out before.”

“How?”

“The way you subtly hide injuries, for one. Another, you speak and act almost the same exact way.”

“Tt.”

“Like that.”

He huffed, eliciting a bright laugh from her.

“Does this mean we can be friends on both sides of the mask now?” she asked.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“We should get back to patrol.”

“Let’s go then,” she replied, smiling before she moved, running towards the edge of the roof.

He lunged after her, catching her wrist as she passed him, pulling her to a stop.

“Are you insane?” he hissed. She simply laughed, yanking her hand free from his grip.

“Not at all. Trust me,” she backed away before he could stop her, sending herself off over the edge before calling her transformation, swinging away in a bright light, leaving him to catch up.

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"Marinette, why?"

The look she gave him felt like a burning knife to the heart. Pain. Confusion. Fear. Her eyes searching for anything she could recognize as he held her.

"What-" she cut off as a round of coughs wracked her body. "What happened? Who are you?"

"You fell. You fell but you'll be okay. I promise. I'll make sure of it."

“I- I can’t feel my legs. Why can’t I feel them? I- I- i-” Panic leaked into her voice as her breath stuttered. Her heartbeat raced, skipping and jumping as she started hyperventilating.

“Breathe with me,” he said, trying to take deep slow breaths, pressing her hand to his heart. The two sat there in silence like that for a minute as he tried to get her breathing to slow. Hyperventilating would only make things worse. Shock. She was going to shock. No nonono.

"Thank you," she muttered, between stilted breaths.

"Rest, It'll be better when you wake up. Just close your eyes.:

Her breath rattled as she nodded, eyes drifting shut. Her heartbeat growing weaker as he held her.

In. Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Weaker each time. Slower. Shallow.

In. 

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Nothing.

She was gone.

He felt it the moment her pulse stopped, the way her body relaxed, the rhythm of her heart coming to an end.

The sob that tore itself from his throat, the capstone on her life.

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"Are you sure it's okay for us to be on here outside of class?"

"Of course. I often spend my free time outside of class here. Mrs. Dellebar has never had anything to say against the matter," he reassured her. 

"If that's the case, I'll grab my watercolors."

He nodded, heading up to their table while Marinette grabbed a clean cup to fill with water before joining him. 

The two worked in a comfortable silence,  content with the others company, for an long while before Marinette placed her brush down, giving the paint time to dry before laying on shadows and highlights.

She slid her stool closer, watching him work for a few minutes before finally speaking up.

"Is that me?"

He stopped at her sudden question, putting his paintbrush down as he took a quick breath to collect himself before looking at her. 

The tips of their noses nearly brushed against each other as they turned towards the other. 

Time seemed to freeze as neither one of them moved. A faint blush colored her cheeks as his heart raced.

“Dami-”

“I will see you tomorrow, Marinette,” he said, quickly standing up, turning away to hide how red his face felt.

He didn’t look back as he left the room, closing the door behind him before finally feeling as if he could breathe again. He leaned back, sliding down the door slightly as he ran a hand through his hair.

That was…. new. He was unaware when he had gained such feelings for Marinette. Surprised at how flustered he felt by that small interaction, kicking himself for running. 

“Tt,” he scoffed at himself as he picked himself up. He may have blown it today but tomorrow was a different matter. He would remedy his mistakes then.

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Tomorrow never came.

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"-obin? Robin what's happening?"

"She's gone," he said, voice threatening to crack. “She's gone, and I didn't tell her that I loved her."

He recognized the sudden clamor of voices, plans and tasks being made and assigned but he wasn't listening. It was all static. A loud ringing in his ears drowning out everything around him. Time felt like it was moving through water. Slow and heavy. Pushing against him. Barely keeping from overflowing and coming crashing around him. It felt like the breath of anticipation right before the surface tension broke.

And broke it did.

The world that had shrunk down to just encompass him and her suddenly expanded, filling with the ever present sirens and city noises from blocks over. Not near them. No. They were in a construction zone. They wouldn’t be here, he noted in the back of his mind.

He barely registered whose arms were wrapped around him, gently pulling him away from her. Their grip tightening as he fought against them, pulling and twisting as tears fell, blurring the world around him into bright color and hazy images.

"Robin. D. Damian, shhh. It hurts. I know it does. It's okay, let it out."

He could barely make out the words Richard was telling him, soft reassurances and comforts as he held him.

He wanted to scream. It wasn't okay. How could it be? Richard didn't know. He didn't know his pain. How could he? He could only guess from his own experience. He didn’t know. 

“Come on, just a short walk. A step away. Just to the end of the block and back. Just for a moment. Please,” Richard’s pleading voice broke through his thoughts. Damian shook his head, wrenching himself from the embrace.

“I’m not leaving her. Not unless it is to find who did this.”

“B and Hood are already going after them. Spoiler and Black Bat should be joining them soon. And Red's coming with the Batmobile so we can take her home. He should be here any minute. Just to the corner there. We won’t go far. She’ll be right there when we get back."

He relented, letting Richard guide him away reluctantly as a wave of heaviness seemed to finally sink in. Weariness hitting him. Grief and guilt etching themselves in his bones, as he spoke.

“I was so close,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I was so close. We touched. I was just too slow.”

“Damian-”

“If I hadn’t stood there trying to locate where she was exactly- If I had moved sooner- Left sooner- She was right there- I almost caught her- I-” his words caught in his throat as his mind raced, going over every little detail of the day. If he’d moved in the direction of the light instead of looking for it. If he’d left to look for her just a minute sooner. If he’d never left her alone in the art room.

It was his fault.

If he’d just done one tiny thing different she’d still be there.

It was all his fault

She was gone and it was all his fault.

“Don’t say that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it isn’t true. You did the best you could. That’s all you could have done.”

No. He could have done something different. Made a different choice. Not hesitated.

“It wasn’t good enough.”

“Yes. It was,” he said softly. “Damian. Don’t beat yourself up over her death. It’s not your fault.”

“Tt.”

“Damian-”

“You won’t sway me, Richard.”

His brother gave a soft sigh, tucking Damian under his arm in a small embrace. Like he was trying to protect him from the world. Far too late.

“I know I won’t. But it kills me seeing you like this.”

Damian didn’t say anything, simply turning back, Richard turning with him and began the short trek back. The Batmobile was waiting for them when they got there. Red Robin, leaning against its side as he waited for the pair.

“Hey,” Red Robin greeted the two of them, the one word was soft, heavy, bearing some of the weight of the event. “So, where is she?”

Damian’s blood ran cold at the question.

“What do you mean, ‘where is she’?” Richard asked as he pulled away from the side hug, darting to the other side of the Batmobile, the quick words flying back and forth between his brothers quickly disappearing, a deafening silence wrapping itself around him.

The sidewalk was empty.

The only sign of where she’d lain were the almost dry spots where his tears had landed.

Richard had promised she would be right there.

Another mistake of his.

He never should have left her. Not at the art studio, not at Richard’s pleading.

It was his fault.

She was gone.

He’d lost her again.

He hadn’t even finished saying goodbye.

The tears that fell were fast and hot and overwhelming as everything felt like too much. Pushing, shoving, forcing him down with the unbearable weight. Everything he’d done had been wrong. Every choice, every moment, every move. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

He crumpled, gently laying a hand where she had been, squeezing his eyes shut.

‘I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have been there. I should have been here. I love you. And I’m sorry I never told you. I will find who did this to you. I will get Tikki back for you. I will find you and give you the final rest you deserve.

I will make up for my failures.

I am sorry I was too late.

I will right my wrongs.

If only you were still here to see it.

I will make those who did this pay.

I’m sorry, Love.

I will fix this.

All of it.’

She was gone.

It was all his fault.

She was gone.

And he would fix everything.

#Maribat #Daminette #MGI Bracket War 2022 #Round 3 #No Beta this is War #I somehow managed to win #everyone did such a good job #major character death

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

You wish

MGI Bracket War: ROUND TWO

Prompt: “I wanted it to be you”

Do you guys like my line breaker? I made it! ☺️

Ao3

Once upon a time, there was MAGIC

It once flowed through the land like the wind, grew like the grass underfoot and traversed multiple mountain ranges.

Before it became barren, this land was lush and full of life. And here lived a multitude of magical creatures that lived in harmony with humans.

This ancient land was called Mirac.

Then the Empire attacked

Fire and bombs destroyed the earth, trees were cut down to build Noble castles, and the magical creatures were enslaved.

Thus birthed the Empire’s most powerful weapon; the Genie.

Born of a Dinji and Fairy, Genies were able to be commanded and their powers harnessed against their will.

Wishes.

They granted wishes, three of them.

And so Genies became the most powerful beings in existence, dressed in golden shackles, they were mocked by their kin for being traitors and by humans for being pets.

Soon enough, magic disappeared; taking the magical creatures with it. All that was left were the Genies, trapped in their lamps and necklace chains.

But after a civil war that separated the country into states, the Genies were lost as well.

Whether the magic reclaimed them or they were buried alive in their gilded prisons, we’ll probably never know. . .

Black hooves thundered against the golden earth, sand flying in clouds behind them. They say that the desert sand is poor man’s gold. They say that the ancient magic seeped into the infertile soil and could be seen in the violent thrashing waves of desert storms. Who were they? Probably some lunatic on wild cave mushrooms who looks to the sky for answers. He’d never know the answer and stopped looking for it years ago.

But somehow he’d ended up looking for another question that most likely won’t have an answer.

They stopped in front of an oasis; its water was bluer than the blazing sky. He jumped down from the leather saddle and patted the brown horse’s behind. Taking off his red headscarf he crouched down by the water’s edge, scooping water onto the back of his neck and face. He sighed, his head tilted up to the sky, droplets of sweat and water littered his forehead; a palm leaf’s shadow covered his eyes from the blistering sun. Staying in his crouched position he grabbed a pot out of his saddle bag and filled the pot with the lake water whilst Ace, his horse drank.

Jason knew better than to drink water from a stationary source, it had been drilled into him from a young age. The water bubbled away as he sat scowering his map and compass. The treasure he sought should be nearby, if it was real in the first place.

After their short rest, they continued their journey; the midday sun raged over their heads. It was nearing sunset when they reached their destination.

The massive expanse of sand retreated, leaving only patches in the stone and hardened clay ground. Splintering leafless trees were a monotone grey, a welcome break from the burnt oranges and sandy beiges. Their branches broken, along with their spines from a previous quake or storm. Ace’s hooves clacked on the stone, loose rocks skidded, some even falling down the drought cracks.

The tree’s corpses were uprooted by the land’s divide. The canyon was small in length but still split the entire valley in two. One could theorise that the lack of sand on this platoon could be due to the canyon being a drain of sorts. Maybe if one were to jump, they’d land softly below. Jason could see one man who thought this, his rotting body was speared by three stone stalagmites; but bugs and birds would have feasted on him long before he died.

Tying Ace to the sturdiest stump in the tree graveyard, he tied his excess rope around his middle with a bowline and began his descent; he wanted to be out before darkness descended upon them. Ace neighed his disapproval but his owner continued into the crack’s depths.

Jagged roots that had split stone in search for water scratched at him, pulling at his clothes like beggars pleading for sustenance. His palms were wrapped in rags but his fingers remained free and articulate enough to have a sturdy grasp on the sheer cliff-face. He managed to lower himself enough to reach a small shelf in the sediment layers.

He shuffled along, the shadow of the unexposed canyon fell upon him. Surely this was a fools quest. Jason knew that, but some crazy old bat had beat it into him to “Always complete the mission, unless you’re dead or dying.”

There was a crevasse where the two sides joined, could it even be considered a cave? Jason scoffed, ‘someone needs to check their prescription.’

He pressed his back against the other rock wall and hooked his right leg in the hole. Swinging his head through the crevasse; if he thought it was dark before, it was even darker now.

He felt around his pant pocket for his sun stones. They wrangled in sizes from a fingernail to the palm of a hand. The stone glowed warmly, it showed that this crevasse was a cave, bigger than what the naked eye could see from outside.

He saw no markings, no cave drawings, no pedestals, no treasure; nothing that made it seem that an ancient secret was stored here. He sighed and jumped down from his ledge, ‘just complete the mission’ he repeated in his head. He walked to the end of the cavern, clearing every nook and cranny.

Nothing, nada, zilch.

He spun around on the heel of his boot, whistling. He was so gonna rub this in Damian’s face.

But a red glint caught his eye. Curses reverberated around the room. Damn Damian was going to be so smug.

The glint came from a fallen boulder that was directly under the ledge he sat upon before. He looked between the gap, yup, it looked lamp shape. He pulled the small boulder towards him and it rolled a fraction before he resorted to wiggling it until he could fit his arm through and grasp the metal.

When he pulled it out he was shocked. It was completely unscathed; well except for a few scratches. His gaze turned to the rock, he felt along the side that should’ve crushed the lamp. The lamp had left an imprint in the stone.

His fingers trailed down the smooth body of the lamp. It was made of a red metal, maybe some sort of copper alloy? It had some black smudges or were there scratches? His thumb rubbed along that to see if he could rid this artifact of this imperfection.

Light erupted from the lamp and floated out of his hand. The cavern was filled with a rose gold glow. He covered his eyes with one arm and went for his sword with the other. A tendril of pink light knocked the blade from his hand and pushed him back. The breath was knocked out of him and he had no energy to move. He could only sit, slouched against the wall, watching the light grow bigger.

A black silhouette appeared in the middle of the light. Arms stretched up high, he heard joints popping. When the light dissipated it revealed a lady, or maybe she was an adolescent? Her face was youthful and eyes were a vibrant blue. She wore a red halter top with white translucent off the shoulder butterfly sleeves.

His vision swam and he felt something touch his shoulder. “Hey, are you ok?” Her voice is muffled in his ears. He could barely make out her face through his blurry vision before he blacked out.

He couldn’t tell what time it was. His sun stone was on the floor next to him, dimmer than before but still lit up the room. His head felt light and his body warm, not things he usually felt when camping out in the desert. He looked down to find himself wrapped in a cotton blanket and there was a silk pillow behind his head. Both were embroidered with flowers and bugs.

“Are you awake?”

He went for his sword, not there. He went for his knife, not there. He glared at the person in front of him, who had dropped a linen bag full of his weapons on the floor.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She crouched down in front of him, showing him her bare palms. “But holy kwami, how many knives does one deed?”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at her. “Who are you,” he gruffly questioned.

“I am your genie, Master.” She smiled at him but he saw it was forced.

“Why are you calling me Master?” That word felt rotten and vile, it made him want to vomit.

She tilted her head in confusion, her smile melting off her face. Her lips parted as she tried to form a coherent explanation. “You rubbed the lamp right?” Jason nodded, “I am the genie of that lamp, and you are my Master.” Her last word was strained, her voice cracking.

“Cut the Master crap.” She looked taken aback, her blue eyes stared widely at him. He flicked his chin up at her, “What’s your name.”

“Marinette.”

They sat in silence, both observing each other.

“You’re different from what I expected.”

“It’s a mix o’ disbelief and annoyance.” He ran a hand down his face. Damian was gonna be so goddamn smug.

“May I ask your name and why you’re here?”

“Jason. I’m the Commander of Nanda Parbat's Army. My mission was to follow up on the rumours of an ancient genie and investigate if it was real.”

“Well!” Marinette hollowly chuckled, “You found me. Did the rumours tell you of the rules?” He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. “The first thing you need to know is my magic is able to create and I can’t directly destroy things. One, I will not revive the dead, it's a horrible thing to witness. Two, love spells are a no, I cannot control humans. And three, never wish to become a genie.”

He whistled in response to which she gave him a quizzical look, her hair falling on her face. He stood up and reached a hand out to her to help her up, she flinched before accepting. He peaked out of the cave entrance and it was daybreak, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Oh wait!” She hurriedly picked up her lamp and hooked it on the waistband of her loose black and red pants. She grasped his hand and he pulled her up to the ledge.

Curiosity got the better of him. “What’s that made o’ anyways?” Nodding at the lamp. Each side had three black smudged dots.

She looked down at the lamp and tilted it up. In the sun he could see not only it wasn’t anywhere near the orangey bronze colour of copper, it was a glittering garnet red that looked to swirl in the light.

“It’s made of Miraculium,” she coughed, clearing her throat. “It has magical properties.”

He pulled her close to him, his dark eyes looking down at her. “Yea’ I noticed that afta the lamp dented the boulder.” He says with a hint of disbelief.

He loosened the rope around his waist and guided her to hold onto his back, he fastened a harness around both of them. “Jump up on my back.” Marinette hooked her arms around his neck, which was a feat in itself since he was over a head taller than her. She swung her legs around his middle, anchoring her legs so he could move without holding her.

She leaned over his shoulder and looked at him, “You know. . .” Her words trailed off, “I could teleport us out of here.”

He began shuffling them along the canyon’s shelf, “Can you do that without me usin’ a wish?”

“Um no?”

“Then forget it.”

Soon enough they were back riding across the desert with the blazing sun hovering above them. He further explained his role within the Viceroy’s Palace and the importance that her true identity is kept hidden.

“It seems like you humans haven’t changed much.”

Although he said no words, Jason wholeheartedly agreed.

Whispers erupted as they rode through the street.

“Who is that with Commander Todd?”

“Ooo maybe he arrested someone.”

“I’d like him to arrest me!”

“Nima! Shush! He’ll hear you! He hears everything! That’s how he became such a great Commander.”

Mari leaned closer to the man in front of her, “Are you hearing this?” She whispered, rolling her eyes. She was glad that he had acquired a hooded coat for her, she could only imagine the bachelor Commander returning with a mysterious woman on his horse.

Well as fate would have it when they reached the palace, Jason jumped off the horse first and held her waist to help her down. Annnnnnd that’s when her hood fell down.

Onlookers watched as the Commander’s passenger was revealed. Dark blue hair spilled out of the coat, she smiled nervously at the man below her before he helped her feet to settle on the ground. Her pale face smiled up at him and everyone in the surrounding area held their breath.

Jason Todd, known as the youngest ever Commander of Nanda Parbat. He was also known as a ticking time-bomb. With his explosive temper no one knew what would set him off next. Last time it was a street woman smiling up at him whilst grabbing at his arm.

Seeing everyones’ eyes on them, Marinette hooked her arms through Jason’s and pressed her body against him. He looked at her quizzically. Standing on her tiptoes he whispered in his ear, “You wanted me to hide my identity right? So play along~”

They walked down the paved pathway, palm trees and people lined up in rows to watch them. They winded through the many hallways, no tapestries and paintings decorated the walls. They reached a room that looked fancier than the others. Jason pushed open the door and escorted her in.

“My room.” He rumbled, his voice sounding tired after a long day of travelling and adventuring.

His room was minimalistic but not as bare as the halls. Shelves with trinkets, walls hung with red and grey tapestries decorated the room. It had a pair of giant windows with a balcony that overlooked the garden and a dark wood desk, piled with paper in the corner. His large bed had a mahogany bookshelf embedded into the wall next to it.

She released his arm and walked towards the books and ran her hand along some of the spines. She smiled, “You like to read?” She asked rhetorically, not bothering to turn around. His collection was from multiple countries, empires and languages; Greek, Roman, English and more.

“They’re good for burnin’.” Marinette scoffed at his reply, turning to face him with her arms crossed and pouting. She had never acted like this around one of her masters. Maybe it had been so long she had forgotten her discipline? Screw it she’d enjoy this until she got punished, he hasn’t reprimanded her once, she was living the dream.

“I’ve gotta go report back to Their Majesties about my mission, I’ll be back soon.” He looked back at her before the door closed, “Stay put. I’ll send a maid to run you a bath and give you something else to wear.”

An auburn haired maid came minutes after and introduced herself as Lian. She guided Marinette into Jason’s private bathroom where a steaming tub sat in wait. Lian then excused herself while Mari undressed before reappearing to wash the Genie’s hair.

“I’ve never had someone wash my hair before.” Marinette mumbled to the quiet room, the only noise was water droplets falling from her soaked hair.

“Not even your mother?” Lian questioned and that brought a smile to Marinette’s face. Imagining her Dinji mother, who was the form of a red beetle the size of a baby hippo, trying to wash her hair.

“No,” She chuckled. “My mother was never able to.”

“Apologies!” The young maid bowed her head, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

“No need, Ms Lian.”

The girl’s black eyes widened as she stuttered, “No need to address me formally Madam Marinette! I am just a maid.”

The bluenette spun around, leaning her forearms on the tub’s side. She looked up at Lian with dazzling blue eyes, “Even maids deserve respect and simple pleasures.”

“Patrol of the Western border was clean. No recent riots in towns and the epidemic seems to be under control.”

“Good work Todd.” Prince Damian smirked down at him. He sat on his gilded throne, the Viceroy’s throne that was next to his, sat empty. The fifteen year old prince had been given reign over revising the courtesan's reports. “Did you find it, Todd?”

“No,” he paused. Why had he lied, there was no one else with them. He cleared his throat before turning to leave, he looked back at the prince who was now frowning. Jason grinned, Demonspawn couldn’t be smug if he didn’t know. “I found something better.”

He returned to his room to find Marinette already fast asleep. . . But she was on the floor, curled into a fetal position to keep warm against the cold desert night. He had lived here for years and still got whiplash from the weather’s moodiness, he couldn’t imagine what it’s like for someone who had been here for less than a day.

His muscles screamed for reprieve, he was on the verge of collapse. He ignored his body and reached down to pick up the small genie.

She was too light. Made of paper bones and porcelain skin; fragile but he knew she could be deadly if held wrong, or if she was held in the wrong hands.

He tucked her into bed. What was he going to do with her? He’s harbouring a Magical Creature. He could use her for her wishes then hand her over to the Demon Prince, but then Damian would know that he lied. He could easily beat up that kid but what would happen to the civilians of Nanda Parbat? They wouldn’t survive uninjured from Damian’s fury.

He grabbed another pillow from his bed along with the doona and made himself comfortable on the floor. He looked up at the bed, yes, she can stay for the night.

A few months later. . .

“Bringin’ yer woman to battle, Jay? ‘re ya that needy for a lay?” The ginger haired guard cackled with a few other guys. They rode on their horses off to the right and have been quiet up until now.

“She is needed on the frontier, Roy.” Marinette felt Jason’s voice reverberate from his chest as she held onto him from behind.

“Yeah! By you!”

They reached the army camp by dusk and set up their battalion's tents. Jason finally returned to the camp he had lived in for the previous two years before he was called back to the capital to sooth civilian riots. Now he was back in the South with reinforcements, this war will turn in Nanda Parbat’s favour.

They looked over the map that had figurines of the enemy and allied soldier’s positions. There was a significant presence of enemy forces in a small mountain range, most likely looking to have a geographical advantage.

They discussed between each other points Jason could bring up to the battalion leaders during tomorrow’s meeting. Their yawns kept interrupting them and they both silently agreed this could wait until tomorrow, or was it already today? They were too tired to care.

After more than a month of arguing who should take the bed, both stated the other should. Marinette would try to sleep on the floor but always awoke back in bed. Her argument that he should get the bed became even stronger when she discovered he was a potential heir to Nanda Parbat’s throne. Finally she convinced him that they could share the bed. They didn’t even consider having separate rooms as that would look suspicious for the couple who were ‘joined at the hip’.

When morning came they both were horrified by the state of the camp that they didn’t see due to the darkness of their arrival. Many soldiers were injured and didn’t go to treat them as the medic was already overrun by other soldiers with critical conditions.

Burns, bruises, cuts, stabs, fractures, infections, concussions, amputations. Soldiers writhing in agony in an alley of tents away from their Captains so that they didn’t have to be in the deadly silence of the medic tent. The single frazzled medic ran from bed to bed, only providing bandages and alcohol for pain and disinfectant.

Grass green eyes looked up and through their frizzy red hair. They shot up, stepping over bodies with a wide smile to greet her visitors. She stuck out her hand, “Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley.”

Jason shook her hand, looking around the room. “What’s happening here? It wasn’t like this when I left.”

“Oh,” Pamela looked around the room, her wide teeth bared smile was a constant. “The former doctor was neglecting his duties so I had to step up. I have applied multiple times for an assistant or a better care kit but so far I’ve gotten no response.” She said through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry, were you injured anywhere? As you can see I'm swamped.”

It became clear that the doctor thought this was some inspection or audit of her skills and the effort she put into her job. Marinette waved her hands in front of herself, “No, no. We’re ok, we were just checking in on all the support departments.” She grabs Jason’s arm, “We’ll make sure your requests are heard.”

She dragged Jason outside. “Marinette—” she spun around, he nodded towards his arm, she sputtered and let go. “I think I know my first wish.”

She looked up at him with big eyes, it had been months of her pestering him every few days about a wish. “Yes?” She leaned forward in wait for his words.

“I think it would be good to heal all the soldiers in the camp.”

Marinette’s eye twitched, ‘Be calm, be calm Mari. this is what genies have to put up with.’

“Maaaaybeeee instead of that,” she pressed her palms together. “You could wish for better medicinal practices in Nanda Parbat? And then you could—”

She slammed a hand over her mouth. She had gotten too comfortable, last time she made a suggestion to a Master, they didn’t take it well.

‘You’re just a beast’s daughter! What ideas could you give me?’ She shivered at the memory. She avoided his gaze and flinched at his touch. He moved her hand that was covering her mouth, he bent down and his greyish-blue eyes met hers.

“Continue.”

She breathed deeply and sighed. “If you wish for better medical practices it will help more people in the long run. Yes, if you heal all the soldiers, what are you going to do when they get hurt again? After medicinal practices have been improved we can hire new doctors to help Dr Isley. This is war, Commander, I think you know it’s better to take the longer but more safe route.”

He clicked his tongue. It reminded her of Prince Damian, they were more like brothers than they cared to admit to anyone.

“Good.” She shook herself out of her thoughts of brotherhood and raised her eyebrow.

“Wait—” She shook her head. “—Was that a test?”

For the first time since she met him, he gave her a wide smile showing his teeth. He laughed, “What do you think?”

She was dumbfounded.

“Marinette,” he whispered. “I wish for Nanda Parbat’s medicinal practices to improve.”

‘Genie! I wish for more crates filled with gold!’

She smiled, “As you wish.” Her eyes flashed a neon blue and a gust of wind exploded from her. It didn’t knock Jason over but he was startled by it, but as he looked around no one else seemed to be affected by it. His gaze turned back to the genie, the neon dimming from her eyes.

That was the first time he truly felt magic. It wasn’t like a desert storm that pounded the earth, it was a refreshing gust of wind.

Before he could poster the subject more, the girl in front of him collapsed. “Marinette!” The girl didn’t show any form of response to his cry. “Mari!”

When she awoke it was dark. The moonlight made the white tarp walls glow. It was a beautiful sight in the silence that was this night. Too warm. She pulled the tunic she wore over her head, panting. She must’ve become rusty from not using her magic for over a century.

“Marinette go!” Her father cried pulling at his chains, her mother clicked her agreement.

“No! I won’t leave you here! She pulled at their chains, her maman had less due to her being in beetle form but they still would budge. Chains made out of miraculium. Magic vs magic. They were betrayed by something created for them to harness for peace.

Her father grabbed her lamp in his hands. “Three dot’s Mari! Your mother says they mean life, you’ve got to live but not like this!” He shouted over the approaching soldiers' footsteps. He rubbed the lamp, her blue eyes that she inherited from him glowed as he became the new owner of her lamp. “I wish for you and the lamp to be hidden—“ the door to the pen was broken and she couldn’t hear the rest of his wish. “—I command you!”

She could not disobey a direct command. Her eyes glowed blue as her hands raised, she screams internally for the wish to stop. Tears rushed down her face as pink light surrounded her and the lamp. She chokingly sobbed out her goodbyes to her parents but was gone before she could hear their cries of their love for her.

She pulled the blankets up to her chest, she felt the cold on her bare back. Her parents had saved her from the cycle of masters they witnessed other genies go through. She can’t even go back for them now; she’s still bound to Jason and they’ve surely been reclaimed by the magic by now.

The tent flap moved and Jason appeared carrying a tray of food and water. He rushed to her side asking if she was ok. She shooed him away, stating that she was just a bit out of practice and would be fine next time. He helped her drink as her limbs still tingled with numbness.

He told her what she had missed in the days that she remained unconscious. The wish had taken immediate effect and they hired two more doctors to help Dr Isley; Dr. Harleen Quinzel and a nurse by the name of Dinah Lance.

She swallowed wrong at hearing this; she swiftly turned away from him and began coughing her lungs out. He patted her back and she soon settled down. He traced a finger down her spine and she shivered at his touch. He looked down at her bare skin; black, grey and silver lines shimmered on her back. He had heard of and seen many tribal tattoos but these looked similar to insect wings.

“My wings.” She broke the silence.

“Tell me about them.” She turned back around and shifted so he could join her on the mattress.

“Well. . .” She looked off to the side. “I am the result of a joke amongst our human captors. If there is a god they’ll have to beg for my forgiveness after what they’ve done. My father was the largest fairy and my mother, who was a dinji. She was a red beetle dinji, about the size of a giant tortoise.” She gestured the size with her weak arms. She turned back to look at her companion. “Please don’t ask the specifics of how I came to be from that union. Although they are my parents, I do not even want to think about it.”

He chuckled, the light fell on his face and she stared at him. When had he changed from the gruff guy from the cave with seventeen knives (yes she counted).

“All genies have some sort of imprint from their parents. Mine is the image of their wings.” She took a breath. “It gives me hope that one day I’ll be free.”

The next morning they were riding out again. Their reinforcement battalion were swapping with a battalion that’s been stationed on the frontier. Jason and their leader shook hands and discussed details. An arrow soared through the air and landed, embedded deep into the dirt road.

“Take cover!” Jason commanded and the soldiers fled into the trees. The south was still arid and sandy but had more tropical storms and oasis that eventually became a forest. Now the southern state of the empire wanted this land to become more prosperous.

A barrage of around landed right where they stood moments ago. Some arrows were flaming and caught the surrounding plants on fire. Both allied and enemy battalions charged. It was a slaughter with no clear winner. The enemy soldiers, who wore yellow were numerous while Nanda Parbet, who wore black, were more highly skilled.

“Fire!” Men on both sides shouted whether they meant shooting weapons or the growing blaze was unclear in this chaos. Marinette stayed out of the way and under a tree. Jason had given her a poisoned dagger to defend herself. And although she couldn’t use her magic on herself she wasn’t completely defenceless.

As the battle just got more out of hand it became clear that they were losing. “Jason,” Marinette cried as she joined in on the battle defending his flank. “What do you want to do?”

“Is it too soon to make another wish?” He blocked an oncoming sword and flicked the weapon out of the yellow guard’s hand. Jason raised his left arm and fired off his crossbow, impaling the guy’s heart.

“Go for it!”

“I wish for anythin’ that will help us.”

“Are you sure you want to make a blank wish?” She spat, slashing her knife down someone’s face and grabbing three arrows out of the air. “Are you sure you can live with the consequences?”

“I trust your judgement!” He yelled, fighting in a three vs one.

“As you wish!” Her eyes glowed and she dropped her dagger, making her way over to where most of the enemy troops were gathered. “Jason!” He squinted at her, blood from a cut on his forehead running into his eye. “Call a retreat now!”

He blew his horn and the allied troops began to back away from the fight and return the horses and caravans. Pink light gathered around her and the forest exploded into an inferno. Screams and the stench of melting flesh filled the air. Bodies began to drop to the forest’s floor, both allied and enemy, mainly enemy.

They reconvened back at camp and the three medics rushed out to assess the damage. Barely over half the troop they had at that position survived the attack and were still standing, more were knocked down and being treated.

“Commander!” Two men rushed up carrying a man on a stretcher, “Roy’s hurt!”

Panic pierced his heart as he saw one of his oldest friends and comrades lying there defenceless.

Dr Quinzel examined the ginger. Burns covered his left arm, parts had even become black and burnt from the heat. The blonde looked up at them grimly, “We’ll have to amputate if we want any hope of his survival.”

He solemnly nodded and turned his eyes away. “Do what you must.”

He stayed by Roy’s bedside for days; Marinette had to force him to sleep. Meetings with the leaders continued with an empty chair to Jason’s right. Some good that came from this was many other enemy battalions were retreating as their larges squadron was decimated by the blast.

One day, what everyone was waiting for with held breaths ever since Marinette was seen by his side happened. He blew up.

“Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?” He bellowed, they were in a clearing outside of camp but some soldier bathing in a nearby creek could overhear them.

“I warned you that there would be consequences!”

Their yelling continued until Dinah, the camp’s nurse, came and broke them up. She scolded them saying it was no one’s fault and it could’ve happened to anyone.

Those words didn’t apply here, the feuding couple thought. One had made the wish and the other had granted it. Marinette gasped and her eyes glowed, Jason and Dinah paused.

And Marinette was gone in a flash of pink light.

“At first I wondered.” Talia’s voice cut through the large expanse of the room. “Why would a girl from the desert have access to an ancient weapon and not use it? But when my sources told me you were the genie I was intrigued.”

“My first wish is to revive my father!”

“I already told you I cannot revive people from the dead.” Marinette yelled back, stem rising from her ears as she tugged on her chains.

“I wish for you to revive my father, I command you!”

“Not now Damian!” Jason rushed past his brother, who had greeted him at the palace steps. He had rode Ace here in under four hour, which was probably a world record for that distance but there was no time for games.

“I’m not dumb Todd! You did find the genie.”

Jason stumbled looking down at the Prince. “. . .How do you know that?”

“How do you think?” Jason’s eyes widened and his rushed pace became a full sprint, he changed directions from his room to the grand hall. Damian still kept up but seemed to have no intention to stop him. “You found her, loved her and now lost her. . . I bet you wish you didn’t.”

He further explained how Lian the maid had found the lamp in Marinette’s belongings and took it, as it seemed important. His mother had gotten a secret telegram from the frontlines; it detailed Marinette and a fiery explosion that happened out of nowhere after a retreat was called. The guards first searched Jason’s and Marinette’s room, tearing up the walls and floor before interrogating all the staff. Finally the lamp was found hidden in a hold under Lian’s mattress.

“And that’s when mother got her hands on it.” They reached the imposing doors to the grand hall.

They broke past the guards and into the hall to find the deceased Viceroy Ra Al Ghul standing before Marinette with her lamp in his grey hands. “It's good to be back.” His voice sounded like he had gargled gravel and glass.

“So you’re the genie I was looking for for seventy years.” He snarled, leaning down on Mari who collapsed on the floor. “Don’t bother with your speech, I already know what I want.

“First I want to be immortal and second I would like the power to rival genies like you.” His tooth grin was filled with blackened and decaying teeth.

Marinette looked over at Jason and Damian, who both yelled out for Ra to stop and for Marinette not to listen to him. Her eyes flashed a vibrant blue, they had mere seconds to act. They both rushed at Ra, aiming for the lamp to stop the wish.

“I command you!” He bellowed and light erupted for Marinette.

But instead of crying she smirked, “As you wish.”

Marinette sat under the newly installed garden fountain, watching as bugs moved throughout the plants. The statue on top of the marble stone was of Ra Al Ghul, and warned people what happens when they mess with magic. He held the lamp in an outstretched arm and hid his face in the other. His metal body shined, it looked like it was made of swirling glitter. He became exactly what he wished for, an immortal statute of Miraculium.

“Why do you like bugs so much? I thought girls like you were meant to be terrified of them.” Damian interrupted her silence and sat down next to him. She shot a glare his way, as she turned back to watch the flowers sway in the wind.

"I see my papa in the dragonflies and my maman in the beetles.” She finally said.

"Oh,” Damian paused, not expecting that answer. He tilted his head at her, “Would you like me to get an enclosure so you can see them every day?"

Her laugh was hollow and bitter, she forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “And what?” She almost snarled at him, but his innocent question didn’t deserve her rage. “Trap them like my kin were for centuries? No, not even insects deserve that.”

Damian muttered his apologies from fleeing the garden, rushing by Jason on his way out.

Jason raised an eyebrow and she sighed, her anger replaced by guilt. “What was that about?”

“Damian tried doing something nice but I got emotional about my parents and the enslaved Magical Creatures, so I lashed out at him!” She dragged her hands down her face, the pinks of her bottom eyelids showing.

Jason shushed her and took both her hands in his, helping her up. They stood among the many exotic flowers that managed to thrive in this barren country.

He mumbled something to her that she couldn’t quite catch so she asked him to repeat.

“I wanted it to be you.”

She scrunched her brows and gazed up at him, face flooded with confusion. “Wanted what to be me?”

“My last wish, I wanted it to be you. Your freedom.” His hand brushed away a stray hair from her pink cheek.

She spluttered as her brain finally processed his words, all she could reply with was, “HUH?”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers cradling her jaw in his hands. “I’m sorry. Am I going too fast? Or do you not want this?”

“No no!” She reassured him, trying to regain her composure. Finally she took a deep breath of his scent, and closed her eyes. “Do you still have the lamp?”

“Yes.”

She opened her eyes and nuzzled into his palm. “Then make your wish Master~” She teased, a wide grin painted on her face.

“As you wish.”

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#maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #jasonette #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #Genie AU #Jason is stoic not dumb #I totally didn’t write this while watching Avatar & Aladdin #🤫 #MGI Bracket War 2022 #round 2

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Safe and Sound

“You used to be mine.”

The laugh she gave was broken as she shook her head. “I wish that were true. Gods, I do. But we both know that’s a lie. It was fun. An escape. We were both avoiding things we’d rather not face.”

“Mar-”

“You know I’m right.”

“We can make it work. Life’s a balancing act, just let the things in and juggle them. Together.”

She gave a small laugh as she shook her head. “I wish we could but I’ve been ignoring the signs for too long. There’s things that require my attention. It’s best if you forget about me. At least for a while.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“You don’t know that. I can help. There are resources I have access to-”

“No. You can’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, Dick. I have to go.”

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving. “I don’t want to lose you, Mar. Please. Let me help. There has to be something I can do. You don’t know what-”

“You’re not listening to me! I have to go. There are things I've ignored for too long and- it’s best for everyone if I just disappear for a while. Thank you. For everything.”

“Marinette-”

She cut him off with a quick kiss, gently gripping his hand with her own, interlocking fingers and giving two tight squeezes before pulling away.

“Goodbye, Dick,” she whispered, before sweeping out the door, glancing back once with a bittersweet smile as she let the door fall shut. The soft click of the latch catching felt deafening.

He took a deep breath, thumb brushing against the cold metal as he played back what just happened in his head, squeezing his eyes shut, ignoring the faint stinging behind his eyes.

He sat down before finally looking at what she’d pressed into his hand. A simple braided leather bracelet. Simple except for the clasp. The clasp was…. odd to say the least. Nothing he’s seen before, though that wasn’t odd for Marinette’s designs. It looked like a decorative key had been inserted into the sheath of a sword, a small ruby ladybug resting on the key while a cat sat at the bottom of the sheath, tail wrapped around it, emerald eyes seeming to stare at him. 376 inscribed on the key head in a swirling script.

He frowned as the two pieces refused to budge in his response to tugging them apart. Unbudging, as he pulled and twisted and screwed, refusing to give way at any of his attempts. 

It was unmoving. He would have thought that it was supposed to be had it not been for the faint seam around the shank of the key and along the bottom of the sheath. He laughed, shaking his head as an idea came to mind.

He pressed the key in further, and twisted, the bottom of the sheath popping open, allowing him to pull the key out. He turned the key over as he examined it, the soft jangle of the open sheath pieces hitting each other as he moved, pulled his attention away. Moving to snap the pieces shut the words West Kane Street delicately inscribed on the piece that fell open caught his gaze. He gave a soft smile, snapping the pieces shut, before wrapping it around his wrist and sliding the key back in, the click locking the clasp shut once more.

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376 West Kane Street was unobtrusive. The type of building someone could walk past a million times without ever questioning its purpose or sparing it a second glance or thought. Dick was pretty sure he would have missed it completely if he was not looking for it. In fact, it was exactly the type of building he missed frequently, he realized, recognising the small deli across the street from his patrols.

He released the key from around his wrist, sliding it into the lock and opening the door, letting it fall shut behind him as he stepped inside. The set of soft clicks of locks automatically locking behind him startled him. More locks shutting than he’d unlocked automatically latching shut. He frowned, stepping closer, the soft releases of the locks undoing themselves as he got closer.

Technology or Magic. A layer of protection for what he was willing to guess off the bat was a safe house. Marinette’s safe house. A guess that was only proven further as he explored.

It was well stocked. Extremely well stocked. Dick had spotted the large first aid kit tucked away, plenty of canned goods and other non-perishables stocked the kitchen cabinets. Magazines, books, and dvds piled in bookshelves. Two cabinets dedicated to various medications and other specialties for medical treatment one wouldn’t typically find in a first aid kit. Toiletries stocked the bathrooms. Plenty of sheets and blankets in the linen closet. Anything and everything he could have thought about wanting seemed to be there, plus a few unusual items. A pair of sabers in the corner, a couple wheels of camembert in the fridge, crates of sketchbooks.

Picking one up and flipping through it revealed designs and sketches, her signature clear in the corner of any page would have erased any doubts that it was hers if he had any. 

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. Mari can be protective of her designs.”

He spun, getting slightly defensive as he spotted his new company. Nothing seemed to have moved, he hadn’t heard the doors or windows open or shut. It was like he’d just appeared, lounging against the wall, silently having snuck up on him in a way Marinette had only ever been able to. Most of his family had a hard time sneaking up on him, each having their own little tells, but Marinette had always just seemed to materialize, and it seemed he did as well.

“You must be Dick. I didn’t think you would show up so soon. It took me two weeks to figure the key out. Bugaboo was laughing at me the whole time.”

“I can’t say I have the pleasure of knowing your name as well.”

“Relax. I’m a friend of Mari’s.” The blonde man raised his hands in an appeasing manner, pushing off the wall he was leaning on with a grin as he held out his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you. I’m Adrien.”

He took his hand, the two shaking hands for a moment before heading into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge, pulling out a wheel of camembert along with several jars and containers. 

“How did you know who I am?”

“Only a handful of those got handed out, and since the last person she mentioned giving one was someone named Dick. And you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. She doesn’t give those out lightly,” he explained, gesturing to his bracelet. “For another thing, I don’t think you realized how long she agonized whether or not to straight out tell you or hide it away in the key and leave you to figure it out on your own. That’s big. She didn’t even tell me and we’re partners. You mean a lot to her. Talks about you all the time. Sandwich?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

“You sure? I make a very gouda sandwich if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah. I’m good. So. Partners?”

“Yep. Since lycee,” he told Dick. The small stab of jealousy wasn’t something Dick had been expecting at his words as Adrien continued.  “Been watching her back and by her side for ages. Haven't always been the best at it. Rough patches here and there and all that. I’m sure you know what that’s like. Hard times in a partnership.”

Partnership. Not relationship. Partnership. Implying that he and Marinette weren’t-

Dick gave a small laugh, relaxing slightly. “Yeah. God, never a good time. But it worked out in the long run. Helped me get out of a rut of a sort.”

Adrien nodded. “Stay safe out there. I don’t want to think what’ll happen if- well- take care Dick.” Adrien was gone as fast as he appeared, only poking his head back once with a cheerful, “Your sandwich is on the counter!” before the sound of the door opening and closing, unlocking and locking behind left Dick alone, puzzling over the encounter slightly as he stared at the sandwich.

Adrien was right about the sandwich though. It was grate.

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He grit his teeth as he landed on the safe house’s fire escape, stumbling slightly as the window slid open. A small hiss of pain escaped as he pulled himself in, landing on the floor in a lump before pushing to his feet, leaning against the kitchen counter catching his breath and taking stock of his injuries.

He’d barely managed to get the top of his suit off before Marinette came sweeping in, a faint blue light glowing from underneath her shirt illuminating how frantic she looked. She seemed more disheveled than he’d ever seen her. Giving him a quick once over as she passed, frowning, pulling the first aid kit out of it’s spot and opening it up, pulling out various things from alcohol to gauze to a needle and thread, wasting no time in getting to work, disinfecting his wounds as she spoke up.

“I leave for a month and you’ve already managed to seriously injure yourself- Adrien, goddammit. You spent time with him, didn't you?” she asked, worry clear in her eyes, as she moved.

“I’m sorry-

“You spent time with Adrien, didn’t you Dick?” she clarified, staring him down.

“How long have you known?”

“Our third date. Though, in all fairness, I’m well aware of the signs of vigilantism, and after that it wasn’t hard to put together. You haven’t answered my question though.” 

“He showed up when I first visited, trying to figure out what you had just left me the key to.”

“Of course he did,” she muttered. “Meddling cat.”

He tensed watching her reaction, annoyance and exasperation clear. “What’s wrong with Adrien? He made it seem as if he belonged here and that you two were close.”

“We are. He does. There’s nothing wrong with him. I would- I have- trusted him with my life. Many times. He just tends to…. trail bad luck wherever he goes. And him being here while you were explains why you managed to get so injured so soon. He should have thought about what his presence would mean….” she trailed off, glancing at one of the clocks on the wall, biting her lip as she finished stitching him up. “How do you feel about cinnamon rolls?”

“What?”

“For you. To eat. Or throw at Adrien. Whichever you prefer. Cinnamon rolls?”

“Yours are my favorite.”

“Great,” She barely glanced at him as she pulled ingredients down and got to work, shooing him away when he tried to help. “We both know you are a disaster in the kitchen, Love. Besides I am not about to risk you pulling stitches after I stitched you up.”

“Love?” he asked with a grin, as she blushed, shaking her head.

“Forget I said that. I’m just…. a bit frazzled right now. That’s it”

“So you don’t miss me? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I never said that. I’m just- I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“A bit too late for that.”

“No thanks to that mangy alley cat.”

“Marinette, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. I have it handled. I just. The more distance between us the better. If you hadn’t been so severely injured I would have stayed away. And do not get any funny ideas about getting injured to draw me out,” she told him, flicking some dough at him as she rolled it out. “I’m just glad you found the safe house before this happened.”

“I would have been fine.”

She looked over at him, doubt in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak before giving a small headshake, quickly finishing the rolls and putting them in the oven before moving into the living room and sitting on the couch, snuggling into Dick as he sat next to her.

“I have missed you,” she said softly, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead. “Everything is just  a bit much. And I have it handled. I just can’t risk anything right now. I don’t want to risk you.”

“So you cut me off? Mar. I can help you.”

“I have help. Adrien is-”

“Your partner. I know.”

She laughed, looking up at him with a small smile. “Is someone a little jealous?”

“Me? Never.”

“No need to worry, Love. We figured out a long time ago things were better off platonic between us and both have since moved on.”

“I’m glad. I still want to help you though.”

“I know,” she told him, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his shoulder. “But this is the best path.”

“How do you know that though?” he asked. After not receiving an answer he glanced down with a small smile, finding that she;d fallen asleep on his shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to the top of her head before slowly letting the events of the night hit and drift off into unconsciousness as well.

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When he woke up she was gone. A container of cinnamon buns on the counter, his name scrawled on the sticky note on top of it. No note along with it or anything though, to his disappointment.

He gave a small huff as he opened the container pulling out a roll for a quick breakfast before he had to get a move on, taking a moment to glance over his wounds, surprised to see how far along they were in the healing process.

“How are you feeling?”

Dick jumped, launching the cinnamon roll in his hand straight at Adrien’s face. Hard. It stuck for a half a second before falling off, leaving a trail of icing on his cheek as he caught it.

“Did you just- Was I just- Assalted by a cinnamon roll? Marinette suggested it, didn’t she?”

“It’s the yeast I could do since you keep sneaking up on me.”

Adrien laughed. “A bunder on my part. I take it you’re feeling better.”

“Better than I imagined I would considering my injuries.”

He nodded. “Marinette is the best healer I know. She knows what her gifts are and she uses them. She’s the best for patch ups.”

“It was good to see her again, though Marinette didn’t seem too happy you popped by.”

“I know,” he grinned. “It’s for her benefit though.”

“Is there any particular reason you’re here with me instead of helping her?”

The grin he got in response to his question felt as if he had walked into a trap as Adrien came closer, taking a bite of the cinnamon roll before answering.

“She has everything handled at the moment. Taking a moment to herself. Glad you asked though. Brings me to what I wanted to say. If you hurt her in any way, no one will ever know what happened to you. No one will be able to revive you except at the grace of M’Lady. No one. Not Bruce Wayne, The Batman himself, nor any part of the Justice League. You’re entering a playing field with forces far beyond you. I’d love to see you take over as her partner and protector, but I won’t hesitate if you fail. Don’t think any of your caped friends can save you. Okay?” he asked, finishing as bright and cheerful as he usually was, taking another bite of the pastry.

“I don’t plan on hurting her.”

“Accidents happen.”

“Look, I just want to help-”

“But she won’t let you. She’s stubborn.”

“I know.”

“Marinette has a lot on her plate. You help her relax in a way I haven’t been able to in a long time. You’re good for her,” Adrien told him, picking up one of the books from the coffee table, as he moved towards the windows. “But the balance is delicate. If you aren’t careful you will be very bad for her,” he told him, tossing the book at Dick. Except the book never made it to him, crumbling into ash in the air, destroyed before it ever reached him. Adrien glanced back at him once more, looking like the cat that had caught the canary before giving a cheeky salute and disappearing out the window.

Dick stared at the trail of ash littering the carpet. Well that got rid of the possibility of technology. Adrien could be a meta, but with the other things he’d witnessed, the locks, the fast healing wounds, the dissolving book, magic seemed the more likely option.

Magic. 

Great.

Good to know.

Adrien was a magic user. And by that logic, Marinette as well.

—------------------------------------

Dick woke up to a light, burning against his eye lids on his night off. The ladybug on his key seemed to be glowing, illuminating a small portion of the room in a faint ruby light, flickering every now and again. He frowned, the light getting brighter as he moved, his mind flitting back to the night he’d shown up at the safe house injured. The blue glow from Marinette’s necklace coming to the forefront.

“Meddling Cat.”

“M’Lady.”

“Bugaboo.”

Adrien was the Cat. Marinette the Ladybug. 

The magic, distancing, and threats made sense now. If Marientte was Ladybug and Adrien Chat Noir, a powerful duo with some very important artifacts to protect. Well the safe house and strange threats and aspects fit.

If her necklace glowed when he was injured then she-

He didn’t hesitate leaving his apartment and quickly making his way over to the safe house,the glow growing stronger as he moved, the door swinging open for him before he’d even had a chance to get his key out, locking shut as it swung closed. The lights were off as he moved through, playing a game of hot and cold with his bracelet before bothering with the lights.

His heart stopped as he spotted the figure, leaning against the wall hand pressed against their side.

“Adrien?”

“No, it’s-”

“Dick? What are you doing here?” she asked, voice sounding strained.

“The Key started glowing. I pieced two and two together and got here as fast as I could.”

“Not many would have figured it out that fast.”

“I wish I had sooner.”

She laughed, quickly stopping with a gasp of pain.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Marinette! Let me help you. Please. I just want to help you.”

“I promise-”

“Please. Please don’t lie to me. You stitched me up before. Let me return the favor. What’s hurt?”

She was silent for a minute before speaking up. “Few cuts, probably a broken rib or two, gash in my side,” she said softly. “Maybe a concussion.”

He nodded, quickly grabbing the first aid kit and getting to work. Joking and telling stories, careful not to make her laugh but just trying to distract her and get her to smile while he took care of her wounds.

“There we go,” he said, carefully picking her up and carrying her back into one of the bed rooms and setting her down on the bed.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What happened, Marinette? What’s been happening?”

“You know I’m Ladybug. You figured that out didn’t you? And Adrien’s-”

“Chat Noir.”

She grinned. “Clever birdy. I’m- we’re, I recently split Guardianship with him- the Guardians of the Miracle box. A couple of cults and League of Assassins all got a bit too close to figuring out where I’d hidden it. I shouldn’t have left it with Adrien for so long. Got him to take a break, gave it a healthy dose of my good luck to combat his bad. Managed to rehide it, but lingered at the old spot a bit too long. They got the jump on me a bit sooner than I’d have liked.”

“So when Adrien was helping you?”

“He was giving me time to rebalance and tip the scales to be a bit luckier for the box. And the skirmishes. He should be finishing up soon with them now.”

“You aren’t worried about him?”

“Oh I’m worried. But he knows if he dies again, he’ll get hell from me. And besides, the only trouble for him will be the League of Assassins, but he’s dealt with them several times before this. I’m pretty sure the cults are starting to worship him, which is concerning, but Plagg’s loving it and that’s a problem for another day,” she finished, her last couple words, dissolving into a yawn.

“Get some sleep.”

“Not yet.”

“Don’t worry about Adrien. Or the League for that matter. I’ll help get that sorted out. Or get Damian to. Just rest right now.”

“Dick. It’s not your job to take care of this.”

“And it doesn’t have to be solely yours. I meant it when I said we can make it work. We’ll just juggle life together. I don’t want to lose you.”

She gave a small huff. “Fine. Maybe you have a point.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Just close your eyes. It’ll be alright. I’ll be right here for you, Darling,” he told her, going to stand up, before being yanked down onto the bed.

“If I’m being forced to nap, I’m bringing you with me. Remember, Love, Together?”

He gave a soft chuckle as she snuggled into him, gently running his fingers through her hair as she drifted off.

“Together.”

#dickinette #Maribat #MGI Bracket War 2022 #Round 2 #No beta this is war

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Masterlist

My inbox is open to requests and asks! Give me an idea and when I find the motivation I’ll write it!

「👻 Coming soon 🎃」

Mama’s Little Hellion

「Servers」

MARIBAT! GET IN ANNIVERSARY

HOLY MIRACULOUS, BATMAN!

「Stories」

[Daminette] She was the Art in Artificial Intelligence (can be read as one-sided romantic or platonic, Living Painting AU)

[Cassnette] The rules that govern your heart (gift fic for Harley]

[Jasonette] You Wish (MGI Bracket War 2, Genie AU)

[Daminette] Be your own hero (MGI Bracket War 2)

[Daminette] Epistle From a Friend (Tylindel gift fic, collab, PLATONIC)

[Dickinette] notre enchantement (2022 MGI civil war fic, Encanto AU)

[Talinette] Divine Impossibilities (Secret Santa gift for Wolfie)

[Brucinette) Throwing Faults (pass story)

[Jasonette] Captive Hearts (passing story; multiple authors)

[Adrijon & Jasonette] On thin ice (Secret Santa gift to Maraurder)

[Found Family] Memories of Family (passing story; multiple authors)

[Daminette] A part of you, just for me (gift for Martina) *SERIES*

[Jasonette] History’s Masks (Maribat’s Spooktober prompt)

[Daminette] Tales of scales (MGI anniversary gift fic)

[Daminette] Living with what you’ve done

[Dickinette] Should have known better

[Daminette] When it all falls down (Arranged Marriage AU & Royal AU) *SERIES* (SHORT HIATUS)

[Jasonette] It's final

[Daminette] Soulmates AU

[Daminette] The songbird and bug series (song fics) - ‘Like I did with you’ & ‘It started with a whisper’

「Headcanons, Ideas & Drabble」

[None] Time is a train (scene)

[Adrick] Drabble: Night’s Noir (2022 MGI civil war Drabble, life swap AU)

[Any + Brucinette] Daddy Issues (GONE WRONG)

[Daminette] The Generational Chaos Gene

[Daminette] Wreck it Ralph AU

[Any] Not Living

[Daminette] Comfort

「Incorrect Quotes」

The smarts, the ass and the sass

Fuck-fam

It’s all in the cards

The Hooververse

Haunted homes

For the sink & apparently the drink too

Spotify premium

Je t’aime

Bruce’s actual secret

I saw mummy beating Sandy Claws 🎶

Puppy love

Who doesn’t cry when watching the lion king?

The coin flip

Magikarp says...

Bruce ‘college dropout’ Wayne

Wtf is math?

GO TO SLEEP

I’m sad

*Suspicious fluttering*

Unacceptable

I hate everyone

Spider

Slang

No sleep

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