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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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BDBWM Day 20 | Secrets
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TW: Blood and violence
Someone who’s not supposed to be here is in Gotham. 
Her timer for the fox is already beeping, thanks to a spur-of-the-moment prank she decided to pull earlier that night. Inari grits her teeth and runs from the stranger. It’s okay. I still have the Black Cat on. 
Robe clothing. Graying hair. Mysterious symbol on his back. It’s from the Order of the Guardians. Inari strayed away from watching her family only to encounter the monk. Even if she’s wearing two Miraculouses, the old man from the Order is armed with lethal training, determined to take her Miraculouses. 
She gasps for air a couple of rooftops away, spotting Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin beating up criminals in a nearby street. The monk stops on his tracks, follows her gaze, and changes direction to head towards the vigilantes. 
“NO!” She yells and goes after him. She knows her brothers can take care of themselves, but she’s not taking any chances. The assailant might be armed with magic or a Miraculous for all she knows. 
She tackles the monk to the ground, unfortunately exposing herself in front of her brothers. She feels jabs to her stomach, kicks to her shoulder as she exchanges blows with her moment. Whatever is being taught back in the temple, it counters Miraculous strength well. 
Inari trips on her feet, crashing to the ground. The fox necklace beeps its last and she gets washed with a light, left with her black cat transformation. 
“Trixx, hide!” she hisses at the kwami, who’s quick to obey. She aims a punch at the monk’s face but he blocks it, pinning her onto the ground. 
Her inner voice frantically protests when he starts to slide the ring off her finger. Stop! No, no, no! I can’t lose a Miraculous! I can’t—She feels fingers curl around her throat as both the chokehold and her panic make it hard to breathe. 
There’s a stinging on her abdomen. But she ignores it and pushes up to grab the ring back. Scrambling back into an upright position, she pulls on the attacker’s legs and snatches the fallen ring he accidentally lets go of. At the same time, he pulls hard at her necklace, successfully taking it and leaving a crimson mark around her skin. 
Marinette tries to chase after him when he runs off but realizes that she can’t. Looking down, she sees her arm pressed up against her middle. Red. Wet. Painful. A blade sticks out from her. When? I hadn’t noticed . . . She fights for her consciousness, falling to the ground. 
The last thing she feels is the ring still tightly clenched around her fist. 
And the last thing she sees are her unmasked brothers shouting and rushing towards her. 
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marsrize · 2 years
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Marinette (Félix) Dupain-Cheng
Warning : Maribat, Marinette x Damian (in some way), Félix x Damian (in some way)
Felix is a crime emperor. He dies at the hands of his cousin Adrien Agreste, a police officer who has come to avenge the death of his parents whom Felix had eliminated.
Marinette dies protecting the man she loved: Damian aka Robin. It was a one-way love. She was young and only 15 years old.
Félix at his death finds himself in front of the purgatory. At the same time, he sees Marinette also in Purgatory who is supposed to have gone to heaven for saving someone's life. However, Marinette asks to stay in Purgatory, her reason? She is angry that she died protecting someone who did not deserve it. However, the judge of Purgatory is formal: she must go to Heaven.
The judge sees Felix. He smiles. Felix understands that he is not going to like what comes next. The purgatory judge decides to give Felix a second chance at life. To do this, he must accomplish what Marinette had failed to do in her previous life.
Marinette is skeptical at first, but when she hears that Felix was a crime emperor, she agrees. She wants three things:
1- To become a heroine who equals Batman.
2- Have a serious relationship with someone.      
3- Become a famous fashion designer.  
 Felix clearly wants to scream. Him? Becoming a HERO?
Marinette thanks him and goes happily to heaven. Félix says he refuses this masquerade. The judge tells him that if he does things right, he will also go to heaven and avoid hell, but if he doesn't succeed in accomplishing his 3 missions, then his soul will be tortured for eternity.
- Beginning of the mission -
The judge sends Felix back to earth.
So that he is not disadvantaged, the purgatory judge grants him two gifts: Marinette's complete memory until her death, and then, he sends him back to earth the day Marinette and her parents move to Gotham.
Looking into Marinette's memory, he learned several interesting things.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng looks strangely like Bridgette Chang, the girl who harassed him in high school. Felix finds out that this Marinette is the daughter of a baker couple. They live in Gotham, and she goes to a high school called Gotham Academy. Marinette was also a vigilante. She used the code name "Sparrow". Felix knew that this "Marinette" had suffered an accident while doing her vigilante activities. This accident was covered up. Officially she had been hit by a car.
Felix assumed that the real "Marinette" had died, probably at the same time as him. He knows that she is a girl who is bullied at school by daddy's girls. Felix also knows that she has a big crush on the “mysterious handsome guy” in her class, a certain "Damian Wayne". If he wasn't aware that he was wide awake, he could tell that this "Marinette" was a Light Novel heroine.
Felix will need some time to adjust to his new body. He may be in a girl's body, but he had been a boy all his life before. He had to learn to "become a girl".
The only excuse he had for Marinette's parents' strange behavior was that he was just not familiar with his new surroundings.
Felix isn't happy with the life he leads. At least the body he has possessed, has some qualities:
- She' s an excellent designer
- She has a perfect talent for painting.
- She has the ability to sew.
- She knew how to do handicrafts.
- Good student.
- No friends (Yes, it was a quality in Felix's eyes, at least he wasn't going to have to pretend to like people or be sociable.)
It is very far from the abilities that he possessed in his previous life, however, with the abilities that he possessed now, it would be enough to start a new life.
The most important point for Felix, was that he had these three stupid missions to accomplish. And the problem was this, according to Marinette's memory, she was not accepted by the local "heroes". Especially Robin who was mean to her. Batman had already chased her away more than once, telling her that she wasn't fit to be in the field with them.
 Felix agreed.
 However, he was also curious as to why Marinette was so keen to become a hero. He didn't have access to that part of the girl's memory.
He had no desire to become a hero. On the other hand, he had no desire to prove this guy, who looked suspiciously like Knight Owl, right.
Felix ended up making 3 decisions:
- He will become a hero who equals Batman, to better stab him in the back later. (There was no need for him to remain a hero once the goal was achieved.)
- He decided that Damian Wayne would be his prey. He had to make him fall in love with him and then reject him. (It was fun, right? To be able to give that brat a little taste of his own medicine?)
- The easy part: becoming a fashion designer.
 A smirk appeared on his face.
 "Well... It's time to start the show."
 Of course, nothing will go as planned.
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In Which Marinette Is NOT Amused; 632 Words
Or, a Marinette & Adrien time travel AU! (In which I fuck with the timeline so much that it snaps!)
Okay so! Marinette time-travels to the day JUST before Fu gives her the Miraculous, and in THIS universe there's a month-long buffer between the first akumatization and Marinette and Adrien getting tossed into battle! Also Marinette and Adrien got their Miraculous during the beginning of summer break! (Is that how French schools work? Probably not! Suffer!)
As soon as Marinette realizes she's in the past, and happens to see an all-expenses paid trip to Gotham, she's set on heading there!
future!Marinette made friends in Gotham, and so she's planning to recruit Batman to prove that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. She has no idea what any of the Bats' identities are, and the first time she met Batman as Ladybug, he nearly caught her and sent her to Arkham. The only reason he didn't send Marinette there (DESPITE her magic) is because Marinette had Kaalki. (Her Lucky Charm during that encounter was a hospital pager. Marinette cried when she saw it.)
Right now she does NOT have Kaalki, and she's not in the mood to see if Batman is still in Rage Mode, so she's planning to lurk in Gotham, assess Batman's mental and emotional state, and go from there.
So! She explains the situation to Tikki and heads off to Gotham! She also realizes on the flight that Master Fu probably only gave her the Miraculous because of one (1) encounter where she dropped her macarons to save him OR he's been stalking her.
So, she arrives in Gotham absolutely furious! Stephanie sees a furious, attractive lady and promptly asks her out for waffles, because of course she does. (Is Cass there? Who knows!)
Meanwhile, Ladybug discreetly goes around Gotham trying to figure out what Batman's up to! (She is NOT wandering around Gotham as a civilian, with her stab-able civilian clothes! No thank you!) Oracle catches on to her presence, and they start this game of cat-and-mouse where Marinette realizes the cameras are Watching Her and tries to avoid them and Oracle tries very hard to catch Marinette!
Also to torment Marinette further, Bruce is dead and Dick hasn't put on the cowl yet, so Batman seems to be on a hiatus.
Meanwhile, in Paris...
Adrien is trying SO hard not to murder his Dad. Like, yes, it's his Dad, but also, HIS DAD TRIED TO KILL LADYBUG. And also akumatize all his friends. And also tried to end the world. (Adrien has his priorities in a perfectly fine order, what are you talking about? Denial, thy name is Adrien Agreste.)
Timothy Drake is in Paris, trying to figure out where the HELL Batman is, and he runs into Adrien! The two of them see each other and go "oh shit that guy is NOT normal" and they also have crushes on each other, probably. Tim has to run around the world to save Bruce, but while in Paris he and Adrien become close, Adrien drops hints about his Dad that Tim FULLY plan to investigate post-resurrection, and Adrien is crushing hard and would also help Tim commit murder if he needed it.
At some point, I feel like I HAVE to include Marinette calling Adrien 'Kitty <3' in her phone, and Steph seeing it and going, "ARE YOU FUCKING CATWOMAN?! BATMAN IS DEAD OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THAT --" and Marinette shrieking, "NO, I FUCKED CHAT NOIR AND WE BOTH REALIZED WE'RE GAY!"
Something something time travel reveal, something something resolution?
I don't know how that'll happen, but I'd like it to happen! End goal: at some point we get Stephcassinette, Adritim, and a Gabriel Agreste who dies under mysterious circumstances! (The best kind of Gabriel Agreste!)
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deathbymeow · 2 years
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Tempting Fate with a Pixie
This is for @boldlyanxious @ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole @izanae @mochegato @ktreereads and LeoLeonte
This may have been a weird and shitty year but I'm glad to have met you all and your talent is a blessing to the Maribat fandom 😘 💜
How did Jason get himself into this situation you may ask? Jason was smart, he was a strategizer, he’d been a mob boss for crying out loud and he had no problem with saying no to people. Even to his oldest brother with his hopeless puppy dog eyes. So how the ever-living f!#k did he get talked into babysitting one of Dick’s friends while he went away?
And to make matters worse, Jason was totally not crushing on his brother’s friend. Nope. No. Not gonna happen. Totally wouldn’t go there. So what if she was extremely attractive, that wasn’t even the best part about her.
She was a little firecracker, always spoke her mind and never backed down. It drove him crazy and frustrated the shit out of him, but f!#k did it do things to him. She could be yelling at him and all he could think about was grabbing her and shoving his tongue in her mouth. Dick would kill him, hell she’d probably kill him. It was a bad idea, but Jason lived for chaos and this woman was the walking embodiment of chaos.
It had only been three weeks into the living arrangement and Jason was starting to wonder if he was going crazy or if he was living with an actual pixie. Things kept mysteriously breaking or disappearing only to turn up in the most random places.
Like his guns for example. They should have been well hidden, but he’d come out to grab a drink and found then in the fridge, then they turned up in the fruit bowl two days later. But that was only the beginning of it.
He was in the shower after a rough night’s sleep, when he reached out to grab his shampoo bottle his hand was met with cold metal. Confused he rubbed the water from his eyes to investigate only to find his precious gun balancing on the shelf next to said shampoo bottle. Grumbling “it’s too early for this shit” he finished up in the shower in a worse mood than before. When he got out, he grabbed a fresh folded towel off the shelf only for his other gun to land on the bathroom floor with a loud bang. At that point he’d yelled a long list of profanities forgetting he wasn’t the only one in the apartment. Marinette’s worried voice had come through the door asking if he was ok. He’d answered with a “yeah just stubbed my toe”.
Each time he found his guns somewhere they shouldn’t be was a near miss of Marinette finding them. He wanted to ask her but then he’d have to admit to keeping guns in the apartment and try to explain why he had them in the first place.
Jason’s jacket, keys and wallet were also victims of the mysterious prankster and were never found where he left them. Alarms on his phone would go off at random times of the night and ring tones were changed to ridiculous song. Trying to explain to Marinette why I’m a barbie girl started playing when Bruce called him was embarrassing, but he had to admit her giggles were adorable and made it worth it. He was really starting to wonder if he was losing it or if the apartment might be haunted.
But let’s back up a bit and find out just how Jason got himself into this mess.
>:<
Jason had only been back in the country for an hour when Dick started to blow up his phone. It wasn’t unusual when he’d been off the grid for there to be a back log of messages, but his family should have known not to bother him until he contacted them.
When Jason finally met with Dick, Dick begged Jason to help him out. He’d explained a friend of his had moved to the states from Paris and he’d offered up the spare room in his Gotham apartment. Dick hardly used the apartment but planned on staying in Gotham until his friend was settled in and more familiar with the city. He was worried the friend was going into get themselves in trouble.
Unfortunately, Justice League business came up and he had to go away for an unknown amount of time. That’s where Jason came in. Dick wanted Jason to move into the apartment so his friend wouldn’t be alone, and Jason could also show them around the city while protecting them from any unwanted attention.
Jason knew he should have said no especially when he found out he was Dick’s last choice, but he owed Dick a favour after losing a bet. Jason had been living out of one of the safehouses while he was looking for a new place, so he thought why not. He could live rent free for a few weeks and look for a new apartment in the meantime.
How hard could it be? Sure, some of Dick’s friends were a little to straight edged for Jason’s liking, but he was sure he could put up with the guy for a few weeks right?
As soon as Jason met the friend, he knew he was in trouble. It was an instant attraction. Even dressed in an oversized t-shirt and tights with messy hair from unpacking she looked stunning. He internally cursed Dick for not mentioning his friend was a petite French woman with a smile that could bring greater men to their knees. And don’t get him started on those blue bell eyes.
He’d reached out to shake her hand, but she went up on her tippytoes and kissed both his cheeks. Now Jason was no stranger to attention from both genders and he’d never been one to get flustered, normally he oozed confidence, but this woman had him lost for words and blushing like a pre-pubescent schoolboy.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Dick, who gave him some type of shovel talk before he left.
“I don’t care if you’re my brother Jason. You don’t touch her. Do you understand?”
“What do you take me for, Dickhead? Don’t forget I’m doing you a favour.”
“Yeah, I know Littlewing, but I saw the way you looked at her. I’m trusting you. Just promise me, ok?”
“So, you like her huh?”
“No, no not like that. More like another sibling.”
“Whatever, she’s not my type anyway.”
“Trust me, she’s everybody’s type, that’s why she needs protection.”
“What the fucks that meant to mean?”
“You’ll work it out. I gotta go.”
It didn’t take Jason long to work out what Dick meant. Wherever they went people were drawn to her. Her smile could light up a room and that was like putting a target on your back in Gotham. Men and woman alike hit on her, and Jason felt his jealousy flair every time.
Marinette tried to lose him on more than one occasion and came close several times. It didn’t take her long to figure out Dick had asked him to look after her. She was furious and it ended up in a heated argument where Jason learned a few new words in French. She’d locked herself away in her room all day. Jason tried to apologise through the door, but it went unanswered.
At 8pm Marinette’s bedroom door opened, and she sauntered into the living room dressed to kill Jason’s promise to Dick. Going by her outfit she was trying to prove a point. What that point was Jason hadn’t worked out yet, but it was sure as hell distracting.
The design student seemed to have skimped on material for her latest outfit. The red satin slip dress barely covered what it had to. It skimmed the tops of her thighs and sat low on her perky chest. Jason tried not to let his eyes linger on the way the satin pulled across her breasts when she moved. The little minx wasn’t wearing a bra. Yep, clearly trying to kill him.
“You’re not going out in that.” Jason grumbles throwing his book onto the table.
“Oh sorry, did I ask you?” She asked cocking her hip to the side and raising a perfect eyebrow at him.
“Come on Pixie I know you’re shitty at me because Dick asked me to look out for you but isn’t this a bit much?” He motioned to her dress.
“What, you don’t like it?” She smirked and took a step closer to him.
“That ain’t the problem. This is Gotham. You don’t want the type of attention that dress will get you.” He was struggling to keep his eyes on her pretty face, and he heard her snicker when they momentarily dropped back to her chest.
She took another step towards him with a cat like grin on her pretty face. “And what type of attention will it get from you?”
He swallowed thickly while trying to say anything but what was on his mind. Before he could answer a loud bang came from the bathroom. His instinct was to reach for his gun, but Dick made him promise to keep them out of sight. Instead, he grabbed Marinette’s sewing scissors from the table. “Stay here.” He ordered missing how she rolled her eyes.
The bathroom was empty, the only thing out of place was Jason’s aftershave that he’d neglected to put away. It now lay broken on the ground. Jason was left scratching his head as to how it had mysteriously fallen.
He scooped the broken glass into the bin and grabbed a towel to clean the rest of the mess up. When he walked back into the living room Marinette was nowhere in sight. “Oh hell no. Why’s this shit always happen to me?” He growled grabbing his jacket and keys before storming out the door.
Three hours later Jason walked back into Dick’s apartment hoping Marinette had safely made her way home. He’d been unable to find her. At first he’d been pissed off but now he was starting to worry. He checked every room but no Marinette. He was just about to go back out when he heard the front door shut.
Jason rushed to the entrance hall and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Marinette standing in the hallway. His eyes travelled over her outfit. She still wore the questionable red dress but the way she styled it took the sex kitten edge off it and brought it back to adorably cute. Black combat boots with black knee-high socks and a black long-sleeved top under the dress gave it a nineties feel. The dress was still short, but she wore a long lose fitting jacket over it. How she’d changed in the short time he was in the bathroom he had no idea, he was just glad there was more to her outfit as he previously thought.
“Where the hell were you? I’ve been out for the last three hours looking for you.”
“Not that it’s any of your business but I had a meeting with a client, and I didn’t need you scaring them off.” She took the jacket off and hung it on the hook by the door. Jason didn’t miss the way the dress lifted when she stretched her hands over her head.
“A client?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, a client. You remember design student and successful business owner.” She waved her hands over herself. “Not to be mistaken for an escort. This isn’t a pretty woman re-enactment here hot stuff.” She scoffed walking over to where he was standing and looking up at him with her hands firmly placed on her hips.
“Right no, no I knew that. That’s a good movie thought, we should umm watch it sometime.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled down at her forgetting for a moment why he was angry at her. “I could have come with you Pix. I know you think you don’t need me but it’s not a safe place, especially at night.”
“I’m twenty-one Jason. I don’t need a babysitter. I can look after myself. I’ve been here three weeks, and this was the first time I’ve been out without you following me around.”
“Hey I’m great company.” Jason mumbled crossing his arms.
“If that helps you sleep at night.” She poked his chest. “Don’t you have work or something?”
“Nar, I’ve got a few weeks off so I’m all yours.” He playfully winked at her and ruffled her hair.
“What did I do in a past life to get so lucky that I get the exclusive Jason Todd to chaperon me around?”
“Must have been something pretty spectacular cause I don’t offer this service to just anyone Pix. Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet, did you have something in mind?”
“How bout we order pizza and watch a movie? I’ll let you pick. Think of it as a peace offering.”
“Can I get pineapple on the pizza?”
“You’re killin me Pix, but if it makes you happy, I’ll allow it but don’t tell anyone.”
“Fine, I’ll go get changed while you order.”
An hour later the two were full of pizza and curled up on the couch together. It wasn’t a small couch by far, but Marinette had sat right next to him, and it hadn’t taken her long to curl her feet under herself and rest her head on his shoulder. Jason looked down at her and smiled. He hardly knew her but already he felt completely at ease with her. Her warmth stirred something in him, and he realized he’d been avoiding physical contact, too afraid to open up to anyone who might see him for who he truly was. Strangely he wasn’t scared of Marinette finding out all his secrets, not that he would admit that to anyone, himself included.
Jason couldn’t ignore her petite body pressed against his side anymore and he wrapped his arm around her. He expected her to move away or voice her discomfort but instead she snuggled further into his side and mumbled something that sounded like “mmm so warm”.
They stayed like that until the movie took a turn for the worst and they started to playfully banter about the awful plot. Marinette slapped his stomach when she disagreed on something, and he retaliated by tickling her ribs where his hand was resting.
It all started out very innocently. Marinette turned the tables on him and quickly found out that even the toughest of guys could be ticklish. She was having trouble controlling her laughter as he squirmed and begged her to stop. He finally grabbed her hands and pined her to the couch. She was left staring up into his pretty aqua eyes while he held her hands above her head. His body was pressed up against hers and his eyes flickered to her lips then back to her eyes.
The movement wasn’t lost on her and she leaned up to meet his lips. Just before their lips met there was a loud bang and the lightbulb in the lamp shattered. Jason jumped off the couch and took a defensive stance infront of Marinette.
Once they worked out what had happened, they cleaned up the mess in silence. Jason was internally freaking out. What was he doing? Dick had told him she was off limits. Maybe that’s the only reason he wanted her so bad. Was his mind really that fucked up that he only wanted what he couldn’t have? He decided then and there to distance himself from her.
Marinette tried to talk to him, but he excused himself and headed to bed. That didn’t mean he got any sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she felt under him. How her eyes bore into his and how perfect her lips were. How the fuck was he going to get through this. He reminded himself he had no choice. He could do this, he had god damn assassin training and if worse came to worse cold showers were always an option.
Over the next week Jason distanced himself from the temptress. He’d seen her on more than one occasion walking from the bathroom to her bedroom in nothing but a towel. Then there was the cute dancing in the kitchen when she was cooking oblivious to him watching her. Short sleep shorts and a cute crop top that she conveniently forgot to wear a bra under became lounge wear. He didn’t know if it was on purpose, but it was killing him and all he could think about was kissing her and running his hands over her soft skin. Even his dreams weren’t safe.
He was running out of excuses to avoid conversations with her. He hated the hurt look that crossed her face when he didn’t seem to care that she was going out. She even asked if he wanted to come, he refused and told her to have fun.
There was no way he would let her go out in Gotham unprotected he just didn’t want her to know that. So, he’d taken to shadowing her from a distance and took to the roof tops. Now that she thought she was alone he was surprised at the people she was meeting up with.
Monday it was Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn for lunch in the gardens. Tuesday an afternoon coffee date with Conner who seemed too friendly for Jason’s liking. Wednesday breakfast with Diana aka Wonder Woman. Thursday was a meeting at WE with his own brother Tim and Lucius Fox.
Jason was left wondering what the hell was going on. If that wasn’t enough Friday’s lunch date was the last straw.
He’d watched from the rooftop across the road wishing he could hear what was being said. Marinette was deep in a heated conversation with none other than Bruce Wayne. It started off with pleasantries. A handshake and polite but tight smiles but both parties seemed on edge. The conversation seemed calm until Bruce said something that set Marinette off. From there it seemed Marinette was giving Bruce a verbal beat down. Several times his adoptive father tried to interrupt with no success. Jason watched him deflate seemingly giving into the French woman who stood up and stormed out with her head held high.
Jason was left questioning, who the hell he was living with? What had Dick got him involved with? Who was this mysterious beauty who seemed already to some degree familiar with the people in his life? And, why did this make him want her even more?
Early Friday night there was a knock on the apartment door. Jason came out of his room to find Marinette checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. She was wearing a little black dress with red stilettos that were forever going to be etched into his brain. Her long dark hair was loosely pinned up and her lips were a deep red.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked crossing his arms defensively over his chest.
“Like you care.” Marinette answered barely looking at him as she walked to the door.
Jason was quick to move in front of her. “Who’s at the door Pix?”
“None of your business Jason. Now get out of my way.” She grabbed her jacket and bag off the hallway table. It didn’t go unnoticed by Jason that her jacket was red leather, and he took a deep breath to try and slow his racing heart.
“Like hell I’m going to let you go out with some guy who probably just wants to get into your panties.”
“Fuck you, Jason. Like you care. You’ve been avoiding me all week and I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. And for your information if someone gets into my panties, it’s because I want them too.” She leant into his space and whispered in his ear. “If I’m even wearing them in the first place.”
The combination of her words and her breath in his ear nearly drove him insane. The room was suddenly way too hot, and he was struggling to breath let alone find words for some witty come back. “You… you can’t say somethin like that to me sweetheart and then just leave.”
“Watch me. Not like you’ve given me any reason to stay.” She said reaching for the door handle.
Jason blocked her way again and opened the door first keeping her behind him.
“Oh fuck no. What the hell are you doing here Conner? You know what don’t bother answerin.” Jason slammed the door before Conner or Marinette could stop him.
“Jason this isn’t funny. Move.” Marinette hit him with her bag.
He responded by gently touching her lips and smearing her red lipstick across her cheek.
Marinette stared at him, clearly shocked at his childish act before her brain restarted and she growled at him. “You’re ridiculous Jason. What is wrong with you?”
“You had a little somthin on your lip.” He pointed at her face smirking at her frustrated pout then bopped her on the nose smearing more lipstick in the process.
“Argh… Jason.” She yelled stomping her foot in frustration.
He reached over and pulled the pins out of her hair and ruffled it making it stick up at all angles. “And in your hair too.”
“How old are you? You… you asshat. All week you’ve ignored me after you nearly kissed me and now you think someone else is interested and you… you argh.” She snarled stomping her foot again.
“Marinette are you ok? Todd open the door. I don’t want to have to explain to Dick why he needs a new door.” Conner’s voice came through the door.
“Take a hint Conner. Marinette has other plans tonight.” He took a step towards Marinette. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Why should I?” Marinette crossed her arms and turned her face away from him.
Conner banged on the door again. “Todd open the door.”
Jason ignored Conner and gently turned her face back to his. His hand lingered on her chin, and he lent down till he was only a few centimetres from her lips. “Tell me to stop then.”
Marinette dropped her bag and jacket and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to close the gap. Their lips crashed into each other ruining the rest of her lipstick that was now smeared all over Jason’s face as well.
After a few minutes they broke apart slightly breathless but still holding onto each other. Jason leant his forehead against hers and smirked at her. “So, Conner huh?”
“Not like that. Just friends.” She breathed against his lips. “He has his eyes on someone else and I’m right where I want to be.” She reached up and kissed his nose smearing more lipstick in the process. She made a mental note to buy a less messy red lipstick. Something gave her the impression she was going to need it.
Jason almost felt giddy, and his heart swelled with happiness hearing her say that. He caught her lips again and moaned into her mouth as her hands travelled under his t-shirt and over his hard stomach.
“You know I can hear what you’re doing right?” Conner yelled sounding amused now.
Marinette broke away from Jason to reply, “Sorry Conner. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You better. Be safe M. You hurt her Todd you answer to me.”
They heard Conner walking away and Marinette giggled as Jason started to kiss her neck. They blindly walked back into the living area, to busy kissing each other while their hands explored any exposed skin to know where they were going. It wasn’t until Jason’s back hit the kitchen counter that he registered where they had ended up. He grabbed her backside and lifted her up onto the bench the whole time his lips never left hers.
Marinette moaned into his mouth as his hands travelled up her smooth legs and under the hem of her dress. In one swift movement he lifted her dress over her head and threw it on the couch.
She raised her eyebrow at him. “What, didn’t you like my dress?”
“Oh no, I love your dress Pix. I just didn’t want to ruin it.” He answered smirking at her.
She nodded in agreement then tore his t-shirt off. “Only fair don’t you think?”
“Yeah, you have a good point there.” He breathed in her ear as she ran her hands over his exposed chest.
She captured his lips again and Jason happily let her tongue explore his mouth. A loud crash startled them apart. Before they could investigate water started to spray from the kitchen sink wetting both of them and the surrounding kitchen.
“The fuck is wrong with this place?” Jason yelled throwing a nearby kitchen towel over the broken tap.
Marinette was done with her meddling Kwami. She jumped of the bench and grabbed Jason’s hand. “Don’t worry about it. Who every broke it will fix it if they know what’s good for them. I hear eternity in a box with no cheese is rather boring.”
“Hang on what…”
“Long story. Not the time. Less talking more kissing Jay.” She pulled him towards her room smiling seductively.
Jason glanced back at the kitchen and saw that the water had stopped. Weird was an understatement but when he turned back to Marinette the kitchen was instantly forgotten. Her underwear was red and black with his bat symbol on the front and her bra matched with a little red version of his symbol dangling from the clasp that sat in between her perky breasts. Her hair was wet, and droplets of water were running down her toned body. “Yes ma’am, whatever you say.”
>:<
Three weeks passed since Jason gave up on his promise to Dick and he didn’t have any regrets. He didn’t know how Dick was going to take it and at this point he didn’t care. He’d never met anyone like Marinette and in a short time he couldn’t imagine his life without her. She made him feel alive in ways he’d never felt, even before he’d died.
Both of them had shared some of their darkest secrets after an accidental reveal. Turned out Marinette already knew about his alter ego. So it was only fair he got to meet the mischievous pixies kwami he’d been living with after he’d caught her climbing through the window in a skin-tight red and black bodysuit. The kinda suit only superheros or vigilantes wore. The Kwami mostly Plagg all apologized for messing with his stuff and interrupting his time with their Guardian.
The pair quickly decided with all the tragedies in their past that they didn’t want to waste time hiding anything from each other. Marinette joked about being star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, but Jason pointed out he’d already died and didn’t recommend it. Her response had surprised him. Turns out he wasn’t the only one who’d died.
It was mid-afternoon and Marinette was laying on top of Jason giggling at his rumbling stomach while he pouted at her. They’d been in the middle of preparing lunch when Jason noticed the lack of underwear underneath her skirt. It proved to be too much of a distraction for him and lunch was abandoned for other activities. They’d left a trail of clothes to the couch where they now lay naked in each other’s arms.
“Don’t laugh at me. It’s your fault we missed lunch.” He said kissing her nose.
“Nice try Jay. Not my fault if you’re too easily distracted.” She playfully pushed his face away.
“No panties is just asking for trouble Pix. It’s a known fact if one’s girlfriend doesn’t…”
“Girlfriend huh?” Marinette asked in a teasing tone raising her eyebrows at him.
Jason wanted to slap himself. What if she wasn’t ready? Her past relationship had been a rocky one and her past just as messy as his. He sat up, pulling her up with him so he could look her in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes that he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life if she let him.
“Well, I mean that’s if you want…”
Jason never got to finish off his sentence. Marinette grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He took that as a yes and wrapped his arms around her. It wasn’t until they heard the front door open that they broke apart. Jason grabbed his t-shirt from the back of the couch and pulled it over Marinette’s head in one swift movement.
He grabbed his gun from the coffee table, stood up and pointing it at the hallway where the intruder was approaching from.
“God Jason put some clothes on before Marinette sees you and I thought I told you to keep your guns hidden.” Dick grabbed Jason’s pants from the floor and threw them at him. He was thankful that Jason lowered the gun and quickly put his pants on before innocent Marinette got home.
It was at about that point he noticed female clothes scattered across the floor and a familiar head pop up with messy bed hair.
“Hey Dick. How was your trip?” Marinette asked smiling widely at him. She watched as different emotions passed over his face before he turned back to Jason who had sat back down.
“What the actual fuck Jason. What didn’t you understand about keeping it in your pants? That’s my little sister.”
“Sister?” He turned to Marinette and raised one of his eyebrows.
“Apparently what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas till the Justice League did a DNA test on me. Turns out my mum and Dick’s dad had a one-night thing when their paths crossed in Las Vegas.” She shrugged and turned back to Dick. “I’m thankful that I get the chance to get to know you, but Jason makes me happy. I know he’s your brother, so this is kinda weird but he’s not my brother.”
Jason smiled at Marinette. “My girlfriends got a point there Dickie. So this sounds like a you problem.” He grabbed Marinette’s hand and started towards her room calling over his shoulder. “And asking tiny gods to cock block me is a new low, even for you.”
Dick was left staring at the closed bedroom door where his new sister and adoptive brother had disappeared. He turned to Plagg and Tikki. “What the hell went wrong. I thought you had my back.”
Plagg shrugged. “Couldn’t argue with piggy tails sorry Grayson. She threatened the box and no cheese.”
“Ok fair point but Tikki?”
“The Guardian deserves to be happy and if that’s with Jason then so be it. Who are we to stand in the way of love?” Tikki smiled at him as she munched on a cookie.
Dick dropped his bag and flopped down onto the couch. “I knew this was a bad idea. Damn roommates to lovers is one of the strongest troupes. What was I thinking?” He mumbled running his hands down his face.
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Meeting for The First Time - Day 1
My maribat bio dad! Bruce Wayne day 1
(sorry if it's late!)
Ao3
@maribat-bdbwm
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Marinette ran through the streets of Paris trying to get away from the Akuma. This time, she was doing it as a civilian. She couldn't get away to hide and transform into her alter-ego, Ladybug, in time.
This particular akuma was turned into one because to victim just found out that they were adopted. They wanted to find their biological parents and meet them, but their adopted parents banned them forcibly from doing so.
Their power, apparently, sent people to the place their biological parents were. Mostly, they'd sent people to the biological paternal figure. Luka and Juleka were sent to where Jagged Stone was. Kagami, poor thing, was sent in front of her father's tombstone. Mirielle, someone from the science class homeroom, found out her bio father was in the hospital fighting cancer.
Marinette tripped over a stray pebble and got zapped by the day of light from the villain. She was transported to a pristine office, landing on something. Or someone.
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Bruce's day was normal, or as normal it can be it Gotham. He was finishing up some paperwork. He put them to the side and reached for his bottle of water. Something, or someone fell out of a portal and crashed into him, toppling the chair, him, and the mysterious person over into the floor.
The person stood up quickly. He stood up as well and looked to see the imposter. And saw the same color of eyes he saw in the mirror everyday.
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Marinette didn't really know what to expect when she looked at her supposed biological father. She didn't expect the slightly buff and very tall figure. She thought he'd be taller though. And she sure as hell didn't expect them to have to exact same color eyes as herself.
Her 'father' scanned her then asked, "Who are you?" .
Marinette, nervous of his reaction said, "Um, Hi. I'm Marinette and apparently I'm your daughter".
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Bruce couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had another biological child!
"Who is your mother? " he asked the girl. Marinette, his mind supplied.
The girl, 'Marinette' answered, "My mother's name is Sabine Cheng".
Well, that explained a lot.
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Explanation
Bruce met Sabine about 15 years ago. They had a short fling, but soon she had to go back to China. They had contact for a few weeks, but she had moved to Paris, and contact was cut.
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Her 'father' then introduced himself as the BRUCE WAYNE. He looked like he was going to say something else to Marinette but,  a portal opened up next to her. A blonde boy in black, a girl in blue and white with pink hair, and a boy wearing brown with white hair stepped out.
Bruce wrote down something on a piece of paper and handed it to her, which she pocketed before she was pulled through the portal.
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Marinette, as Ladybug later defeated the akuma at last and three the 'Miraculous Ladybug' cure. There wasn't much damage, so the team headed back home individually.
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At home, Marinette opened the paper from Bruce.
Hm. Ok.
He wrote down his contact information.
She might use this.
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Saturday Challenge: And They Were Roommates
Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event
Prompt: And They Were Roommates
Rated: T
Tim was surprised to learn that MDC Designs had set up shop in Gotham City of all places.  He was in dire need of a new suit for the Wayne Gala after the last one was sliced to ribbons. The mysterious designer had worked with Jagged Stone when she was just a teenager. Now he was on his way to her home studio across town.  
Tim got out of the car and knocked on the front door of the apartment.  "Just a minute!" A young woman's voice called from the other side of the door.  She rushed over and opened the door to greet him, on the other side of the door was a petite young woman with dark hair and blue eyes.  "Hi, you must be Tim, right?" She asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, are you MDC?" Tim asked, maybe she was their assistant or something.  
To his surprise she nodded, "yes, I am. Those are my initials." she explained.
"I was hoping to commission you for a suit," Tim held up the order confirmation.
"Yes, by all means, come in" she said as she opened the door a little wider to let him in.  Tim looked around the studio as he let himself in, and he found it hard to believe he was still in Gotham.  
There were pink fairy lights hanging on the walls, the furniture was either pastel pink, lilac, and maybe a soft jade green on occasion.  There was a small kitchen in the corner of the studio and a few separate rooms off to the side.  She gestured to the small podium in the middle of the studio.  She had asked Tim to wear simple, basic clothes so that she could take his measurements accurately. Tim took off his shoes and made his way over.
"So, why Gotham?" Tim asked, trying to make some conversation with the young designer taking his measurements.  "Not that I'm complaining just that..." he assured her.
"It's fine," she said, "I came here because I thought," Marinette tried to choose her next words carefully.  "I thought maybe I could bring some light into Gotham City, it's just so different from what I'm used to growing up." She explained, "Sometimes it's so different that it inspires me... creatively, I mean."
"Braver men have tried to do just that." Tim thought.  "So uh, Miss..." Tim stumbled on the young woman's name.
"Just Marinette is fine," she said, smiling up at him.  He honestly wasn't expecting her to be so... friendly, especially someone who had been living in Gotham for any length of time.
"Can you finish the suit by the end of the month?" Tim asked.
"Won’t be a problem, I'd say it’ll be done maybe two weeks from now," Marinette told him.
He heard the door open behind him but couldn't turn around and see who it was. Not unless he wanted to annoy the person taking a tape measure to him. They were probably a roommate or someone, this was clearly a studio that someone lived in. Maybe they had a roommate or there was another artist who was living here. That was until Tim heard the other person speak.
"Hey Pixie, need anything while I'm out?" a voice asked, one that was too familiar to Tim.  He whipped his head around to find...
"Jason?!"
"Replacement?!"
"What's he doing here?!" The two of them asked in unison.
Marinette gave Jason a confused look, "Wait, he's 'Replacement'?"
"Dude, that's what MDC knows me as?" Tim seemed more annoyed at Jason than at Marinette.  "Also what are you doing here?" He asked, while Jason looked through the fridge for something that wasn't either sweet or an expensive wheel of cheese.
"I live here." Jason deadpanned, grabbing a soda can from the fridge.
As Jason was looking through the fridge, Tim whispered to Marinette. “I’d move out if I were you, Jason’s dangerous.”
Just as Tim finishes whispering to Marinette, Jason yells “I can hear you asshole!”
Marinette frowned at Tim’s advice, “I know he’s the Red Hood. We’ve been living together for a while.”
Tim’s eyes widen, he looks back at Jason to see him walking back towards the living room. “You told her?” he cries incredulously.
Jason takes a large gulp of soda before answering, “I kinda came back injured.”
Marinette interrupted. “You still owe me a bolt of silk.”
Jason continued, ignoring Marinette’s interruption. “I kinda bled all over her stuff.” Then taking another swig of his soda.
Tim tentatively asks “So, uh, how did you two become roommates?”
“Rent in Gotham is stupid expensive, it takes two people’s income to pay for rent and utilities.” Marinette huffed.
“Yeah Timmy, not everyone can afford to live the high life at Wayne Manor” Jason said.
“Jason, if I lose customers because of you, this tape measure is going to have a very tight fit around your neck” Marinette hissed, before giving Tim an apologetic smile.
Tim groans and rubs his own forehead, “Okay fine, but what about you Jason? I doubt money was the issue.” he asked.
Jason shrugs, “Do you honestly think anyone would go looking for the Red Hood in a bright pink fashion studio?”
“Point taken” agreed Tim. Marinette resumes measuring him, moving on to measure his waist.
“Whoa Replacement, have you gained weight? No wonder you need a new suit.” joked Jason.
Marinette shot a glare at Jason, “All right that’s enough, don’t you need to be somewhere?”
Jason tosses his empty soda can into the bin all while chuckling at himself, “All right fine, need anything while I’m out?”
Marinette ponders for a second, “Chicken and wine, I’ll make Coq au vin tonight.”
Jason smirks, “Sure I’ll head to the grocery store to and ask for cock and wine” laughing like a maniac before leaving.
Tim releases a breath that he has been holding, “finally some peace and quiet.”
“Sorry, he’s usually out or reading quietly in the corner when other customers are here.” Marinette assured him.
“We’re brothers, trust me this is us being friendly.” He told her.
“Brothers?” Marinette asked, she would have thought that meant they had the same surnames.
“Adopted brothers. ” Tim clarified, Marinette nodded her head as she gathered up her sewing supplies.  
“I see” Marinette replied, she looked over at Tim as he stepped down from the podium.  “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.  I’ll have your suit ready in time for the Wayne Gala.” she said as she stowed her supplies away.  
BONUS
Bonus 1:
The next time Red Hood and Red Robin run into each other.
Jason: You need to lay off Alfred's baking, or you might need a new Robin suit soon.
Tim: Why? Are you gonna bleed all over this one too?
Bonus 2:
Ladybug climbs in through the window late one night, Jason dramatically flicks on a lamp.
Red Hood: Well well well, it seems you have some explaining to do young lady.
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Of Mice and Men
AYO back with day 5 of biodad!bruce wayne month! lets get it! I’ll leave this up to interpretation on whether this takes place before or after day 1...
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Summary:
“Has it ever occurred to you that the world does not revolve around you?” Was that supposed to be a joke? She sounded closer, probably ten feet away now. “Did you ever think that I might have business here, completely separate from your work?”
“So it’s a coincidence then.”
“Exactly.”
“Not likely.”
The night when Bruce met Sabine
BD!Bruce Wayne Day 5- Stories/Memories
without further ado:
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The words were out before he could even think them over. He was on a mission in Japan, tracking down a Penguin shipment that managed to leave Gotham under his watch. The subject of his question was an anomaly that had been following him since his arrival at the docks. She clung to the shadows, trailing him the entire distance, not breathing a word to him. If she were here to assassinate him, she would have done so. No, she had other motivations in being his tail and the secrecy was grating on his nerves.
“What ever do you mean?” Her voice was small, barely whispered into the night air, but he heard it nonetheless.
“You’re following me. Why?”
“Has it ever occurred to you that the world does not revolve around you?” Was that supposed to be a joke? She sounded closer, probably ten feet away now. “Did you ever think that I might have business here, completely separate from your work?”
“So it’s a coincidence then.”
“Exactly.”
“Not likely.” Coincidences don’t just happen in this line of work. He needed to know more. He needed to keep her talking.
“Don’t believe me?” The humor was evident in her tone.
“No I don’t.”
“Too bad.” And that was the end of the conversation. Bruce kept moving, no longer letting himself get distracted. He would deal with her later. But first, the mission.
“It’s simple, really. I got you to look after me,” the woman beside him said after minutes of silence. He took the opportunity to assess her. The lower half of her face was covered in a dark grey cloth. It blended into her outfit, what looked like a grey kevlar body suit with white and dark pink accents. Bruce didn’t know where she came from, or what she was doing here but he didn’t have time for more questions. She continued to speak, her eyes never meeting his, “and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.”
“You want to use me as cover, in case whatever it is that you’re doing goes south.”
“Exactly.”
“I’d be a lot more helpful if I knew what you were doing.”
“There’s a man… that has something that doesn’t belong to him. It’s my job to retrieve it.” She looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, daring him to ask more. No matter, as long as it doesn’t interfere with his take down of Penguin’s shipment he would agree to work in tandem just for tonight. He let his silence answer her and decided to move to finally initiate his job.
It was easy work and the mystery woman moved in a way that actually impressed him. She used a whip, an unusual pink, but it mattered not when it would thwip and snap like an extension of her arm. She was an expert. Her short stature worked to her advantage, weaving in and out of harm’s way. It was like watching a mouse evade a series of cats and traps. If he were any less of a man he would have been thoroughly distracted watching her.
In no time the cargo was secured and on his hidden jet, ready for deployment. All that was left was to deal with the mystery woman.
Turning to where he left her, he couldn’t understand what he was seeing. There were now two of them. Acting and operating as separate, distinct individuals. Twins? Where has the other one been? Those thoughts didn’t last long however because in a flash of light the two women merged to become one.
Magic.
Of course.
As if she just remembered he was there, she turned to him with mirth in her eyes. He was ready to retract his offer of assistance but he never got the chance.
“Well, I guess this is where we part ways.” She spoke, no room for arguments. In her hand that wasn’t holding her whip sat a rather large talisman. He couldn’t discern what it was but he felt a sense of foreboding wash over him. “I will be seeing you again, I’m sure.”
He moved to intercept her but a cloud of smoke erupted in his face. As it cleared he was left with nothing in his line of sight. Not even a shadow of the woman was left. He was at an impasse with himself. Track her down or return the cargo back to Gotham? Magic users weren’t his forte and he would rather not tangle himself in a situation he did not fully comprehend. But the idea of an unknown, who so easily slipped under his defenses, running loose had him grinding his teeth. Making a mental note to find an excuse to return and stay in the country longer, he set out to Gotham. This wouldn’t be the last time he saw her, he would make sure of it.
Oh how right he was.
Bruce woke with a jolt, remnants of his sleep still lingering on the edges of his mind. The pattering of rain on his window was calming, a natural melody to rouse his sleep-addled brain. He thought back to his dream, his resurfaced memories. He thought back to Sabine and her steel gray eyes that could freeze him in place. Her dry wit and quick-thinking that saved her in a fight more than her skills did. He wasn’t certain back then, even though he was determined to uncover her when they first met that night in Japan, but they would meet again. And again. And Again. So much so that it was only natural that they would come together the way they did. He was still grieving from Talia’s rejection and the news of their seemingly lost son, and she was accepting of their no-strings-attached agreement.
Except there were strings. Their arrangement ended when she found companionship in another man and he was far too willing to give her up at the first opportunity. Love was never on the table between the two of them. But now, about a decade later, Bruce couldn’t help the what if’s and the why not’s. He needed to clear his head.
Untangling himself from his bed sheets, he threw a robe over his shoulders and stepped onto his bedroom balcony. The rain was frigid against his bare skin and the dark clouds casted a shadow over the mid-morning sun. The air was crisp and tasted of the early November chill that would begin to settle over the next few days. He basked in all the sensations, filling his lungs with the taste of the life he’s lived thus far. Memories of another morning, one just like this, began to run free in his mind.
“This will be the last time we meet like this,” warm fingers ran down his chest, an even warmer body pressed into his side. He was almost lulled to sleep by the song of the spring showers that played against the window panes. Her ever soft voice, however, called his attention away from the calls of sleep. “I found someone. Someone I can’t afford to lose.”
“Me too,” he heard himself say. He didn’t know if it was his subconscious calling out to his lost love or reaching for the one so close yet so unreachable.
“It was fun while it lasted.” It was.
“But the real world does not stop for fun.” It doesn’t.
“Maybe in a different life,” he said.
“Maybe in a different time,” she answered. His ear heard more than what was said to him, and her slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought. He grabbed for the hand that brushed over his heart and brought them to his lips, kissing the words he would never say into her fingertips.
He never told anyone of his rendezvous with the woman he knew as Sabine. Those meetings were just for him. He wasn’t Batman and he wasn’t Bruce Wayne in those nights. His investigation into her magic went unresolved and he never ran into her outside those encounters. It was a fleeting fling. One that left him with longing and yearning buried so deep even he could pretend it didn’t exist, that it never existed.
How foolish of him.
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fridayfirefly · 3 years
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The Power of Luck [Chapter Two]
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Written for Maribat March Day 18 - Protect
Damian didn't know why he couldn't stop staring at the new girl. Objectively, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was cute, he supposed. But there were plenty of attractive people at his school, so that couldn't be the reason for his fixation. Perhaps it was the way she dressed, without any trace of self-consciousness. Or it could be her ambivalence to the drama of high school, the way she ignored every rumor. Or perhaps it was the way she treated everyone the same, from scholarship students to the children of billionaires. In Marinette's eyes, everyone was equal. The combination of all of these phenomena led to one conclusion: Marinette was an enigma, and one that Damian wanted to understand. So he watched her, puzzling over the mystery that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Damian's first mistake was that he should have been more subtle. He made sure that Marinette never caught him staring at her. However, he had not been sneaky enough to prevent his classmates from noticing. The rumors started flying, and suddenly everyone in school knew that Damian was interested in Marinette. It became a lot more difficult to investigate Marinette. Hesitant to approach her directly, Damian resigned himself to never getting to know the girl.
Damian's second mistake was that it took him so long to apologize to Marinette. At first, he rationalized his mistake. The rumors were the fault of his classmates, not him. But as Marinette experienced harassment from the students of Gotham Academy, Damian could no longer ignore his guilt. He knew that he should have found a way to stop the rumors before they spread so far out of control. It was his fault that Marinette could no longer go to school in peace.
So Damian finally made his first good decision concerning Marinette Dupain-Cheng and apologized. He didn't have very high hopes for her forgiving him. Not after Damian watched Julie Cooper harass and insult Marinette just moments before his arrival. Yet, ever the enigma, Marinette found it in herself to forgive him. Her only condition was that they spend time in each other's company, an opportunity that left Damian unable to believe his luck. It was everything he wanted: forgiveness from Marinette along with the opportunity to get to know the real her.
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Later the same day, Damian's good luck continued. He was assigned to patrol with Dick that night, the most tolerable of his many siblings. His second stroke of luck was that Dick let him go off on his own. "Be on the lookout. A convenience store six blocks away was just robbed. The suspects shot the cashier and fled on foot. I'm going to talk to the police. You try and track down the suspect, then meet up with me."
Damian nodded as he took off down a side alley, listening for any sign of trouble. Damian heard the sound of footsteps coming down the alleyway. The person was hurrying, the sound of rubber soles against pavement giving away their position. "Freeze!"
If there was anyone Damian didn't expect to see standing in the dark alleyway, it was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She stopped dead in her tracks, a deer in the headlights look on her face. "Technically, I'm not breaking any laws right now," she squeaked out.
Damian couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. "Gotham has a ten o'clock curfew for individuals under the age of eighteen. That is a law, which you are currently in violation of. Do your parents know where you are?"
Marinette held out what was in her hands. It was a Tupperware box filled with crumbs and bits of pastries. "To answer your questions, the curfew provides multiple exceptions, one of which is for individuals who are working. My parents own a bakery. Everything that's left over at the end of the day gets taken to the homeless shelter on Third Street. I'm supposed to take it over in the morning before school, but by then everything's stale, so I've been walking it over in the evenings after the bakery closes. Technically my parents know that I deliver the leftover, they just don't know when I deliver the leftovers. But also technically this is for a job, so I'm not in violation of the curfew either way."
Damian blinked "You mean to tell me that you've spent every night for the past few months on the streets of Gotham? Do you know how dangerous that is? How are you not dead in a back alley somewhere?"
Marinette shrugged. "Just lucky, I suppose."
Damian couldn't believe what he was hearing. "There's no such thing as luck on the streets of Gotham." Damian couldn't help but shout the words. A combination of fear for Marinette's life and anger at her dismissal of the dangers of Gotham fueled his desperate need to convince her that she was making a bad decision.
Marinette didn't seem concerned. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
That wasn't what Damian wanted to hear. "Your parents were right to tell you to deliver the leftovers in the morning. Gotham is a dangerous place at night. You need to stay off the streets after dark."
Marinette rolled her eyes. "I'm already outside and I already delivered the leftovers so I don't know what to tell you."
"Tell me that this will be the last time you go out onto the streets of Gotham at night."
"Sure." Sarcasm dripped from Marinette's tone, assuring Damian that there was no way she was going to follow his directions.
Damian sighed, giving up on bickering with her. There were much more important crimes to fight than arguing over a potential curfew violation. He needed to find a different way to keep her safe. "Let me walk you home, at the very least."
"Fine," said Marinette. "But you have to carry the Tupperware. My hands are getting cold."
Damian walked Marinette back to her house, an apartment over a bakery. She waved goodbye as Damian departed, returning to Dick to hunt down their suspects.
Damian couldn't stop thinking about Marinette. That night, he had seen a side of Marinette that he had never seen before. In school, Marinette was quiet and blended into the background. Out of school, she was confident enough to walk the streets of Gotham at night and talk back to a superhero. This new information led Damian to two conclusions. The first: Damian was now certain that the mystery of Marinette was bigger than he once thought. The second: Marinette Dupain-Cheng did not possess the self preservation instincts needed to survive the streets of Gotham. She might believe otherwise, but Damian knew that her luck would only go so far. She needed someone to look out for her. She needed someone to protect her. Luckily for Marinette, Damian had the necessary skills for the job.
(And when, three weeks later, Marinette caught Robin shadowing her from the rooftops above and offered him a leftover pastry, Damian didn't refuse. And when Marinette invited Robin to walk alongside her when she made her deliveries, Damian accepted. And when Damian saw a side of Marinette that she hid away from everyone else in the world, he slowly but surely fell in love.)
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Second Chance
For Maribat March day 12 theme second chance
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Sometimes Marinette really wished Penny and Jagged hadn’t adopted her. It’s not that she didn’t want to be a Rolling-Stone, no that wasn’t it. In fact, she was grateful that they had saved her from the horrors that Paris now held for her. It’s just they dragged her to stuff like this, some rich man’s gala. 
She had slept for a full 12 hours after finishing Penny’s dress, only to wake up to the news she was coming with them. She probably should’ve seen it coming. Although she was hoping this would be one of the lucky cases where she didn’t have to go. Despite her protests they insisted she needed to interact with other humans who weren’t serving her coffee. In Jagged’s words, “Who knows, you might make a rock n roll friend!” 
Now here she was, in her black and purple dress that matched Penny’s and Jagged’s outfits. Letting a bit of her anxiety out as she fiddled with the strap of her matching purse. Watching her parents mingle with the rich folk while she stood off to the side. Every once in a while they would cast her a ‘go make a friend’ look but it never bothered her, she just needed to wait until they stopped turning to look back at her.  
After about 10 minutes they stopped, perfect. She casually asked a waiter where the bathroom was and made her way there. Once inside she slipped off the pearl anklet that was Daizzi’s miraculous, letting the kwami make her way into her purse, before pulling out a familiar nose ring. Now that Jagged and Penny were letting her do her own thing, she could go back to scaring people into not socializing with her. While she would’ve loved to keep Daizzi’s miraculous on so that it could combat Stompp’s miraculous side effects, she learned that it took too much energy to do so. And she didn’t want to explain why she was so tired after the gala if she wasn’t talking to anyone. 
She schooled her features before making her way back out sending a cold look to anyone who tried to come up to her. She pulled out her phone only to see that 2 hours had passed, she still had 4 more to go. Time was moving much too slowly for her liking. 
A clearing of the throat brought her out of her thoughts. She rolled her eyes, putting her phone back in her purse, getting ready to glare at the person who was going to try to talk to her, only to stare in shock at the green eyes that were watching her. The same ones that had bumped into her just days before. The same ones she had sworn she probably wouldn’t ever see again. 
Her mouth moved without her permission, again she blames Stompp, “You.” 
He smiled or maybe it was a smirk, responding with way too much amusement, “Me.” 
She once again schooled her features to look bored, but she’s pretty sure her eyes gave her away with the way he reacted, “What are you doing here?” 
Just like before it took him a moment to reply, his smirk growing just the tiniest bit, “I’m always invited to these things, I’ve never seen you before though.” 
“With any luck this will be the last time you see me.” She remarked. She didn’t mean to be so rude again she blames Stompp but she really hadn’t expected to see him. To his credit he didn’t seem deterred by her cold vibe, if anything he seemed more determined. 
“Why would you say that?” 
“These types of things,” She waved her hand around, motioning to the room, “Just aren’t my thing. My parents make it look so easy, but I’ve never been one for this kind of scene. Plus I leave Gotham in a few days.” 
“Desperate to get out here?” 
“You could say that.” 
“Who are your parents?” 
She raised an eyebrow, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” If this was the game he wanted to play she would play it. Trying to find out who she was by asking about her parents, real subtle. Well Mr. Hot shot, she’s letting Stompp take the wheel now.
“You know, you make trying to have a conversation pretty hard.” 
She rolled her eyes at him, not even trying to stop them from rolling, “Who says I wanted this conversation?” It was a rhetorical question. She turned to leave only for him to grab her wrist. 
Suddenly she was brought back to that night. The night that changed everything. Three pieces of jewelry in her hand, two brooches one ring, her earrings 2 beeps away from her transformation leaving her. 
A pale hand holding her wrist, keeping her from running away. Green eyes and blond hair belonged to the owner of the hand. 
It had happened too fast. One second she was getting ready to run and detransform. Then someone had stopped her, she turned around to meet hungry green eyes. She froze as she felt lips pressed onto her own. It was only the beeping of her earring that brought her back to reality. A knee to the groin, and she pushed him off of her. Letting the police deal with the trio as she fled. 
She turned to the owner of the tan hand that was holding her back and could only register green eyes. She wouldn’t stand still this time. She twisted her hand so that he was forced to let go. A knee to the stomach had him holding his gut and as she raised her arm ready to punch him was when she finally registered that this wasn’t Adrien. It was just some weird stranger who was persistent in getting past her walls. 
She could hear people talking around her and when she dared to glance around they were all staring. She forced the embarrassed blush that wanted to grace her cheeks down, she wasn’t 13 anymore, she was 16 god damnit! Locking eyes with the mysterious yet persistent guy again, she ran. Ran until she found herself on a balcony, the cold air brushing her face as she gripped the railing. 
Why did she react like that? Why did she always have to be so aggressive? Why couldn’t she just let go of the past and take this damn nose ring off so she didn’t have to go and do stupid shit like this?  Why couldn’t she just be normal and let people in? 
Oh yeah, because she had a bunch of shitty friends that all turned on her because of a liar. The same liar turned her already neglectful parents against her. So Jagged and Penny got custody of her in order to get her out. Her parents didn’t even put up a fight about it, too busy gushing about precious LILA! And now she has major trust issues despite wanting to open and trust people again. Man, she is a wreck. 
“Hey, are you out here?” The mystery guy spoke from the entrance of the balcony. 
“No, I’m not.” She didn’t see the point in not acknowledging him, he could probably see her from where he was standing. 
“I’m sorry about earlier, you were obviously uncomfortable and I pushed your limit. So I really am sorry.” He apologized. 
“Yeah, sorry about kneeing you in the stomach. I thought…” She cut herself off, she didn’t need to pour her whole life story out to a stranger. He probably didn’t even want to know either. 
“It’s okay, I deserved it.” He made his way to the railing, he was a good distance away that she still had her own space, but close enough they could still talk. She relaxed a little thanks to the distance, resting her elbows on the railing. He leaned his back against the railing. They stood there in silence and Marinette decided she wouldn’t mind seeing this mystery boy again. Wait she didn’t even know his name. 
It seemed like he had the same thought since he spoke up, “I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves.” 
“We didn’t.” Damn her being so cold, she should probably take this nose ring off. So that’s what she did, took the nose ring off and placed it in her purse. Maybe this would be good for her. 
“Well, I’m Damian Wayne.” He stated, holding his hand out to shake. 
“Wait, Wayne as in Bruce Wayne? As in the Ice Prince of Gotham?” She questioned, shocked. 
“Oh, so you’ve heard.” He seemed a bit disappointed. 
“Yeah, but I won’t judge if you don’t judge.”
He raised an eyebrow at that before she continued, “My name is Marinette Rolling-Stone.” Now he looked surprised. 
“You're the elusive Diamond Stone?” He asked, disbelief made its way into his voice. 
“That’s what they’re calling me now. At first it was Sapphire Stone. Guess that’s what happens when I stay out of the media too long.” She chuckled a small smile making its way onto her face. 
“Wait, where did your nose ring go?” He looked around as if expecting it to magically appear. 
“I took it off.” 
“Why?” 
“Well at first I wore it to scare people off. People are scared of people that have piercings. I was thinking of getting a tattoo but I’m too young and they’re too permanent.” 
“Why would you want to scare people off?” 
“I have a complicated past. Sometimes putting your trust in someone takes too much risk, I tried to avoid it altogether.” She pulled her sketchbook as she wrote something down.
“Tried?” 
“Why do you think I’m talking to you?” She tore the paper out.
“You're putting your trust in me?” 
“No.” She quickly answered, “But maybe one day.” She handed him the paper and left. 
As she walked away she released a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Maybe giving people a second chance wouldn’t be such a bad thing. But right now she just needed to find her parents so she could head home. 
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Damian hated galas. He hated having to talk to the stuck-up rich folk who thought they were better than everyone just because of their wealth. The girls who would try and flirt with him in order to gain his last name. And their parents who tried to push them together. 
Yes, he definitely hated galas. What made this worse was that his family wouldn’t stop teasing him about the girl who he knocked over that one time. Threatening bodily harm did nothing but amp up the teasing. It was times like this where he truly wished there was a not a no kill rule. If only to give Jason Todd some revenge. 
2 hours into the gala and he was already done. 4 girls had already tried to drape themselves over him and it took all his self-control not to hurt them. He was ready to storm out of this gala when he caught sight of her. 
The mystery girl he had bumped into days before. She was here, at a Wayne gala. Her outfit certainly looked the part of a rich socialite, She wore a long halter dress that flared out at the waist. It started out black at her neck before turning purple at the waist. The bottom of the dress had black music notes dancing across and she had a matching black and purple purse hanging off her shoulder. 
Her hair was down and she seemed to be wearing a little bit of makeup. The only reason he was able to tell it was her was because of the black nose ring that stood out against her fancy look. It looked so out of place compared to everything else. 
He watched as a man tried to approach her only to receive the same glare he had gotten days before, quickly moving on to someone else. Seems like he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be here. 
He made his way over to her, perhaps to give himself a second chance at a new impression. She proceeded to pull out her phone and look at something before deflating the tiniest bit. 
He cleared his throat to grab her attention, she looked at him with the same glare once again before her eyes took on a look of shock. 
“You.” She seemed surprised that she had stated this as well. 
He couldn’t help the smirk that spread on his face, she remembered him and still had the same spunky attitude, “Me.” 
Her features took on a look of boredom, but her eyes looked only curious yet cautious, “What are you doing here?” 
The fact that she didn’t recognize him as a Wayne was surprising. He thought that she was only in a hurry before that’s why she didn’t register it was him, but now he knew she truly didn’t know it was him. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. “I’m always invited to these things, I’ve never seen you before though.” 
“With any luck this will be the last time you see me.” She said it with such confidence he felt inclined to believe. It was strange. He seemed to be the last person she wanted to talk to and yet he still wanted to talk to her. He didn’t want her to leave. So the next best thing is to get answers.
“Why would you say that?” 
“These types of things,” She waved her hand around to motion to the room, “Just aren’t my thing. My parents make it look so easy, but I’ve never been one for this kind of scene. Plus I leave Gotham in a few days.” 
Well that sucked for him. “Desperate to get out here?” 
“You could say that.” 
“Who are your parents?” Maybe he could try to get his father to arrange a meeting with them.
She raised an eyebrow, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Nevermind. 
“You know, you make trying to have a conversation pretty hard.” He didn’t mean to say that, that was rude. 
She rolled her eyes at him, it looked like he was meant to see that, “Who says I wanted this conversation?” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. He didn’t want her to go just yet. He felt her freeze then tense when he touched her, her breathing became a little more forced, and she seemed to shake a little. 
Suddenly she twisted out of his grip and kneed him in the stomach. She raised her arm and looked ready to punch him. Her eyes looked far and distant and afraid. They seemed to refocus on him as she dropped her arm and glanced around the room. Of course, people were talking about them.
She locked eyes with him once more before running. He ran after her before his path was blocked off by Dick Grayson. “Damian what-” He didn’t get to finish that question as he dashed passed him, determined not to lose the one girl who wasn’t a stuck up brat. 
He thought he had lost her but then he heard someone taking deep breaths from out on one of the balconies. He was about to go up to her, but from the way she reacted to his sudden hold on her arm earlier, it was probably best to give a warning. “Hey are you out here?” 
He walked out onto the balcony. “No, I’m not.” She likely didn’t want to talk to him. 
“I’m sorry about earlier, you were obviously uncomfortable and I pushed your limit. So I really am sorry.” He apologized. Which was so unlike him because here Damian Wayne was apologizing to a stranger. The weird things she made him do. 
“Yeah, sorry about kneeing you in the stomach. I thought…” She cut herself off, it looked like she wanted to say more but wasn’t going to. 
“It’s okay, I deserved it.” He walked over to the railing, making sure he was a good distance away that she had her own space, but close enough so they could still talk. She seemed to relax a little thanks to the distance, resting her elbows on the railing. He leaned his back against the railing. He quite liked the silence, her company was nice. Oh god he didn’t even know her name.
“I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves.” 
“We didn’t.” She stated in what he was pretty sure was a cold tone. Maybe she wanted to stay mysterious, so he would just introduce himself. 
“Well, I’m Damian Wayne.” He held his hand out to shake. 
“Wait, Wayne as in Bruce Wayne? As in the Ice Prince of Gotham?” So she recognizes the name, not the face. Great.
“Oh, so you’ve heard.” 
“Yeah, but I won’t judge if you don’t judge.” Why would he judge her?
He raised an eyebrow at her before she continued, “My name is Marinette Rolling-Stone.” 
“You're the elusive Diamond Stone?” He asked, disbelief accidentally made its way into his voice. He couldn’t help it. She was claiming to be the adoptive daughter of famous Jagged and Penny Rolling-Stone. The girl that made Jagged’s stage outfits from scratch and managed to get the ferocious Fang, Jagged’s pet crocodile, to love her. The media could only ever get a hold of the back of her head, but those that had talked with her said she shined as bright as a diamond. Hence the nickname, Diamond Stone.
“That’s what they’re calling me now. At first it was Sapphire Stone. Guess that’s what happens when I stay out of the media too long.” She chuckled, a small smile had made its way onto her face. Sapphire Stone, he hadn’t heard of that nickname but he could always do some stalking research. That’s when he noticed. 
“Wait, where did your nose ring go?” He looked around trying to see if it had fallen off her face and she hadn’t noticed.
“I took it off.” 
“Why?” He was truly baffled. 
“Well at first I wore it to scare people off. People are scared of people that have piercings. I was thinking of getting a tattoo but I’m too young and they’re too permanent.” 
“Why would you want to scare people off?” That seems like something he would do.
“I have a complicated past. Sometimes putting your trust in someone takes too much risk, I tried to avoid it altogether.” She pulled out what looked like a sketchbook as she wrote something down. Wait what did she mean by ‘complicated past.’
“Tried?” 
“Why do you think I’m talking to you?” She tore the paper out of the sketchbook.
“You're putting your trust in me?” He asked, she didn’t seem like the type to trust people quickly.
“No.” She quickly answered, he thought so, “But maybe one day.” She handed him the paper and left. As he looked down at it he saw it was her number. There was a message attached below ‘My number. Maybe we can meet up somewhere before I leave.’ He certainly wanted to take that opportunity. 
He tucked the paper into his pocket and made his way back to the gala only to be met with his annoying family. By the curious look in their eyes they wanted to know what just happened. This was not going to be fun to explain. 
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Hi, I have not disappeared, just didn’t want to write for prompts 8-11. I was honestly going to do prompt 8 but then stuff came up and I didn’t have the time to write. I was also planning to write something for tomorrow’s prompt but then I found out I have something I need to do tomorrow so nothing for tomorrow either. Because I had a specific thing I wanted to write for tomorrow I’m changing it to fit day 14′s prompt. Which means it’s not going to be mega angsty like I originally thought was gonna be 14. You have escaped mega angst and now it will only be medium angst. 
On another note that was a bitch to write and edit. And the fact I had originally planned to write more for it baffles me. I feel like I left it kind of open ended so if you want a part 3 to what I have going on here go ahead and tell me. I’m still trying to decide if I should do a part 3 yet. For those who are confused today was a part 2 to day 6′s prompt, miraculous side effects. Go to my master list and you can find it. 
You can also see on my master list that there are days that are crossed off, which means I won’t be doing those days. I can’t do every single day if I want to still get decent grades. Why I skipped days 8-11. Sorry for that long explanation/rant. Also sorry for posting so late again. I do these things all the way to the last minute. Let’s see if I can break that habit throughout the month. Probably not but a girl can hope. Anyways hope you enjoyed. 
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Okay so I know @maribat-writing-and-prompts did an elaboration of sorts on their Bio!Dad Riddler AU (which is great go check it out) but before they did I had Ideas about it that don’t exactly coincide with what they came up with so.... here.
Mari who has the same penchant for puzzles and mystery and riddles as her father. Who, while not as boastful or eccentric about it, is definitely just as weird.
this Mari is not quite villainous, but neither is she virtuous. The Miraculi have twisted her, and so has spending so much time steeped in the miasma of hatred and revenge that had befallen Paris so long ago. Mari was better than most, and so she is less effected, but these days Paris is practically the second coming of Gotham.
She learns, quite young, that she is adopted. No one tells her, but she knows. Figures it out because she’s too clever not too.
When she turns sixteen, she leaves Paris. Having ripped the butterfly and peacock and cat from their holders, she vanishes and doesn’t look back.
she searches for her father, and when she finds him, she joins him. Edward Nygma who is already the Riddler when he learns of Mari. Edward, who is delighted by this turn of events because this daughter he never knew he had is all he could’ve hoped and dreamed. She’s smart and curious and has such outrageously fun ideas to taunt people with.
she takes to being a Gotham Rogue like a duck to water, prancing about and taunting the big Bat like she was born for it (and, if one was to be philosophical like that, perhaps she was).
Her favorite prey, though, is none other than the little bird trailing behind the Shadow of Gotham. Edward watches her spin circles around the poor boy, and can’t help but be reminded of a certain Cat.
He introduces the two within a month, and it is not long before Gotham knows of the little conundrum who, more often than not, can be found playing siren-in-training when she’s not with her Father.
They call her Sphinx and Marinette doesn’t bother correcting them
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To Dream of an Angel
Part 2 of Dreams of Birds and Angels a series of two one shots written for @pawsitivelymiraculous for the Maribat Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange hosted by @eat0crow!
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Damian Al Ghul knew only the bare minimum about soulmates. He had been taught by his instructors in the League that they were a phenomenon that no one quite understood. To the members, they were a hindrance and should be terminated promptly. In respect to their targets, they were used as leverage to get information.
After the young boy turned 8 years of age, he dreamt of her. A small girl with wide blue eyes who would draw dresses in bright colors. The next night, his mother would explain in hushed tones what soulmates really meant. A soulmate is someone who is meant to compliment you perfectly, and once you met them you would never want to let them go. She would whisper to him about the man who helped create him, and how desperately she wished he had been the angel meant just for her.
Angel, he thought with a humorless laugh, what a fine name for the soulmate of the Heir to the Demon.
Every night when Damian would close his eyes, he would be greeted with the sight of his blue-eyed Angel. He would watch as she played with her friends. He would laugh in amusement as she spilled flour all over herself while working in a bakery. He would frown when she was pushed around by a blonde-haired bully.
The girl puzzled the young heir greatly. She was a bizarre sort; always smiling even when being knocked around. No matter how much abuse she took from that blonde trollop, his soulmate was always kind to others and give everything she could to help them, all the while asking nothing in return. It frustrated him to see someone so wholly selfless. Didn’t she know that she would be better off trying to profit from her interactions with others?
At the age of 10, Damian’s life rapidly changed. No longer was he revered as the Heir to the League of Assassins. Now, he was in his father’s home, fighting against his father’s wards for attention, and being told to relearn everything he had ever known to be true. It was frustrating, being so out of his element, but the longer he was Damian Wayne instead of Damian Al Ghul. He realized how skewed his world had once been.
While his mother had tried to soulmates explain differently from the Leagues teachings, he had always seen her words as foolish. It seemed futile to him, her longing for something she couldn’t have. However, living in Wayne Manor also allowed the now ex-assassin to see a different side of soulmates. Grayson would often talk about his dreams of his mate Starfire with a dopey grin on his face. Similarly, Drake would mention in passing how his dreams started at an older age due to the elder Superboy having not been created yet.
It was strange, living in a house of people who weren’t constantly ready to fight him. His new siblings were perplexing. Grayson was always trying to rope him into some strange “bonding” activity. With Todd’s return came his aggressive attitude, yet occasional helpfulness. Drake was usually passed out somewhere or so full of caffeine he couldn’t even hold a proper conversation. Cain was the most tolerable, having shared similar experiences and understanding the importance of silence.
The biggest influence on his new lifestyle, however, was Alfred Pennyworth.  His dedication and care for the family was to be admired. The Englishmen had a way with words and always knew just what to say to help Damian through his many sour moods. Most importantly, the butler’s selfless love for his charges helped the young Wayne to understand his soulmate’s behaviors.
As his world changed, so did his dreams of her. He would see her take her drawing from paper and bring them to life with fabric. He would look on as she made new friends. As well as enemies. If Damian had been able to, he would have fought that sly fox himself, but the smug smile on his face when Angel put her in her place.
What was most jarring to see, was her fighting villains in a red and black spotted suit. Magic had never been something he took kindly to; it having more than once put his and his family’s lives in danger. After watching countless battles in his visions, and later finding recordings of them online after much research. He could only conclude that the nature of her powers and villains were indeed magic.
It didn’t take Damian long to figure out that his soulmate was the Parisian heroine Ladybug. However, this still did not allow him to meet her. At the very beginning of her tenure, Ladybug and the government of Paris had barred all Justice League access to the city, keeping him from getting there using the cover of Robin.
His next plan was to go to Paris as a civilian. However, he could find no way under his family’s constant hovering to get there. He couldn’t use the private jet without getting caught, and him buying a plane ticket would be immediately suspicious. The last thing he wanted was for his family to find out about his blue-eyed soulmate and get involved. While he had come to care for them more than he ever imagined, in some manners they were simple too overbearing for him to deal with.
So, Damian, rather begrudgingly, chose to let fate take its course. After much thought, he realized that his Angel may not even want to meet him. She had spent the early years of their bond watching him act as a bloodthirsty killer. She was most likely appalled. Who would want a soulmate like him anyway?
Now 18, the black-haired boy spent most of his days the same. He would take Titus for walks in the park, help his father and Drake at Wayne Enterprises, and fight back the crime of Gotham in the dead of night.
Damian was on one such walk when Titus suddenly pulled his leash out of the boy’s grasp. The dog went racing down the path and out of sight with a loud bark.
“Titus!” he called, jogging forward to see the Great Dane stopped in front of a woman who had bent down to pet him.
“I apologize, miss,” he said, coming forward and lowering himself to be at the same level as Titus and her. He put his hand on the dog’s head to pet him as well, bumping the woman’s hand slightly.
“He usually doesn’t go running off towards strangers…” he looked from the dog to the woman and trailed off. His eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. He tried hard to control his reaction. Now that he was up close, he recognized that face. It was the face of his Angel.
The woman, noticing his change in demeanor, looked up at him. When their eyes met, her expression quickly turned to surprise as well. Looking at her now. the blurry image of her that he had known before began to fill in.
He had always been attracted to his mate. Once he had assumed it was simply because the strange magic of soulmates dictated it so. But now, seeing her face to face, she was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She had a small button-shaped nose. Her blue-black hair that had once been pulled into cute little pigtails was now in one long braid over her shoulder. What drew his attention most was her big round bluebell eyes that were so kind, yet held mysteries that even he, who had seen much of her life from afar, didn’t have the answers to.
Damian looked down at his dog who seemed quite smug, almost like he knew who he had brought his owner to. It was then that he noticed the marks. On the back of their hands flew a ladybug being followed by a red-breasted robin.
“Miss?” he called, looking back up at her.
“Yes?” she replied. He would never admit it, but his heart melted a bit at the sound of her voice like tinkling bells.
As they made eye contact once again, he made a small gesture towards where their hands sat atop Titus’ head. He swore her eyes couldn’t get any wider as she looked from the marks back up to him. “It appears we are soulmates,” he said plainly as he stood up from the ground, doing his best to appear less shaken than he was. She stood as well. “It appears so,” She gave him a nervous smile and held her hand out to him. “I’m Marinette,”
The boy hesitated for a moment, having a hard time believing the situation he found himself in was real and not a fantasy.
After a moment he took her hand and shook it. “My name is Damian,”
“Well, Damian,” she smiled brightly at him. “would you like to go on a walk and get to know each other?”
He gave her a soft look back. “I certainly would.”
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Daughter of Deadpool: Chapter Four
hey yeah im alive ig... enjoy the content
Master: Master List
Deadpool Bio!Dad: Master List
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When the trio walked into class the next day, everyone was standing around Lila as she’s crying. “Ohh, Lila why are you crying?” Marinette feigns innocence.
“Why are you being nice to me?” Lila sniffs, wiping her eyes.
“I’m always nice,” Marinette shrugs. She catches the glare Lila throws at her as she turns to go to her seat. Chloe and Alya following close behind.
“So why are you crying?” Rose asks, rubbing Lila’s back.
“Black Death threatened me last night, she put her katana to my throat,” Lila whimpers.
“Lila, I hate to tell you this, but Black Death doesn’t talk and I’m pretty sure just yesterday you said that Black Death was a guy, were you lying?” Rose asks, innocently.
“Class, Lila has a lying disorder so sometimes she gets mixed up with what she says,” Miss Bustier said before anyone else could say anything. “Now class is starting soon, everyone quiet down and take a seat.”
Marinette couldn’t help but smile at the semi-shocked face of her classmates.
During lunch, Lila was surrounded by her angry classmates. Adrien breaks the circle and steps by Lila. “Guys getting angry at her won’t change anything.”
Marinette left, she went home to see her mama and papa, she couldn’t stand to be around her classmates Alya and Chloe follow shortly behind her. 
“God they’re just awful!” Chloe shouts, taking a seat at the table.
“Is it Lila again, dears?” Sabine says, entering the kitchen.
“Yeah she’s honestly the worst,” Alya says, laying her head down on the table.
“I can’t wait till graduation,” Marinette sighs, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.
“We haven’t talked about this a lot, do you guys have any plans after graduation?” Alya asks.
“I mean yeah I do, I want to maybe find my parents and just to do good-ish deeds,” Marinette shrugs. She heats up leftovers from the night before. “You guys alright with some homemade chinese food from last night?”
“Yeah, Mama Sabine makes the best food,” Alya says, grabbing herself a glass of water.
“Grab me one won’t you,” Chloe asks, filing her nails.
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” Alya says, rolling her eyes but pulls out a second glass for her.
They spend their lunch talking about what they want to do in their futures. When they went back to class it was awful, people were arguing some defending Lila others criticizing her. But no one apologized to Marinette for all the terrible things they said and did to her. She shouldn’t have expected anything different.
Before she knew it was time for graduation and she couldn’t be happier. She ranked top of her class and was asked to speak during the graduation.
“As we are now adults or going to be about to be adults, I’ve been asked to leave you all with some advice that should help you in the future. Life won’t always go your way and that’s fine because you have to be able to adapt to these changes. You have to overcome and prove that you’re stronger and better than the problem. While there have been problems in our pasts, it’s how we use our past to improve ourselves, go forth and live the best life you can,” Marinette says, faking a smile. 
Later that night after the graduation party, she burnt down her symbol in the field that's on the outskirts of Paris, knowing the news would cover it. She hoped that maybe if her dad or her mom was alive they would see it and now she was alright. The very next day, Chloe, Alya and Marinette pack their bags and flew to America.
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huh yep she’ll be in Gotham next chapter whenever that comes out
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Saturday Challenge: Tooth Rotting Fluff
Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Tooth Rotting Fluff Rated: G
Marinette first met Jason for the first time when she frequented a café just outside the Gotham University library.   There were whispers and rumours about him, most of which Marinette could easily tune out given that they were in her second language.  He was almost like a local cryptid and there was no shortage of theories about what would happen if you got too close to him.  He was tall, then again everyone and everything was taller than Marinette, so that wasn’t a surprise.  He seemed to have a stoic expression, but on occasion she caught him smiling slightly, with his nose in a book.  Marinette didn’t think he was quite as terrifying as her classmates made him out to be, of course they didn’t know that she had seen worse as Ladybug. 
 One fateful day, when it was raining especially heavily on Gotham City, that Marinette dashed inside the library café to find somewhere to study.  By the time she got there, most of the tables were full, seeing as she wasn’t the only one seeking shelter from the rain.  The only available seat she could find was in front of the very person who looked like he wanted to be left alone.  Still, she had an essay due and a lot of books to try and get through.  She walked over the small booth, but before she could say anything, her books and loose notes came crashing to the floor. 
 Marinette’s face burned with embarrassment as she scrambled to pick her things up off the floor.  Some people were just startled by the noise, Jason was one of them.  Others were a little worried for Marinette, seeing as she had just disturbed the mysterious patron.  He was still unsmiling and serious as he stood up, and helped her pick some loose pieces of paper and strips of fabric up off the floor.  A couple of people were surprised, but went back to their rainy-day coffee when they saw she wasn’t in any immediate danger.  “S-sorry” she spluttered, “um, is anyone sitting there?” he shook his head.
 Marinette tried studying for the rest of that afternoon, but kept stealing glances at the person in front of her.  Up close, he wasn’t quite so intimidating, she’d go so far as to say he was handsome.  His dark blue eyes looked more focused and earnest as he read the book in his hand.  She tried to focus, taking a big gulp of hot chocolate as she tried to check the words on the page against a small dictionary. 
 Jason glanced over at the bemused girl in front of him, he caught her looking at him a couple of times over her sips of hot chocolate.  His first impression of her was that she was clumsy and flustered, but not afraid of him.  He sighed and set the book down on the table, “you look very lost” he remarked.  She looked up at him, giving him a very sheepish smile as she chewed on the end of her pen.  She sighed before sliding the page that was giving her trouble towards him.  Jason set his book face down on the table, before looking at the words on the page.  “English isn’t your first language is it?” he asked, Marinette shook her head.   He patiently explained the words she was having trouble with, and the words on the page were starting to make sense to her.  Her smile became a lot brighter as everything started to become clearer.  He returned it with a slight smile of his own. Marinette was about to take another sip of hot chocolate, when she found that her mug was empty.  The boy across from her chuckled, “what’s wrong, Pixie Pop?” he asked. “I drank all the hot chocolate,” she said. “Oh no, whatever will you do?” Jason joked sarcastically, “I mean you could just admit you haven’t stopped looking at me since you sat down”.   Jason watched in amusement as the girl’s face went from a pouty frown, to turning bright red as she looked away.  Still, she wasn’t going to be focusing on that reading anytime soon, he might as well get to know this cute girl a little better.  He glanced at the front door, the rain had stopped, so most of the people had already left.  “Tell you what,” he said “there’s a place nearby that makes pretty good waffles.”
“What about it?” she asked, her face still felt like it was on fire. “Maybe we could get to know each other a little better, instead of just playing eye contact chicken for another hour” she chuckled at his offer, and smiled up at him as he stood up “Come on Pixie-Pop, I’m buying.” He looked back at her before walking towards the door, as if he was waiting for her.  Somehow there was something so very charming that slight smile.  Maybe it was the kind deep blue eyes on an otherwise sharp and angular face.  Marinette was not opposed to the nickname, it proved to be fitting when she stood up. “My name’s Marinette,” she told him, “and I grew up in a bakery so I’ll be the judge of how good these waffles are.” “Jason Todd,” he said, finally introducing himself to Marinette.  They say you are what you eat, and this girl seemed so warm and sweet that she was going to give him a toothache.  Still, he just could not resist her.
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