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Abandoned

“Are you kidding me?” She yelled, finding it hard to believe that someone could really be that stubborn. But Bruce Wayne always did find a way to surpass expectations didn’t he? “I know you don’t like me and all that, which is your call, but those are your sons. Are you really going to abandon them like that?”

“I’m not abandoning them,” Bruce hissed, angry spitting from his words. It was clear to anyone in the room, even if it was just the two of them at that point in time, that he couldn’t stand her. Although he’d actually had decent reasoning to hate her in the past, he had no such reasons now. If he could get on with Harley and Ivy then he could get on with her. “You’re a villain. You’re just telling me this in order to distract me so that you can go through with another one of your plans.”

“Goddammit,” Marinette yelled, disbelief showing evidently on her face. But he wasn’t looking, didn’t care. All he cared about was himself. As always. How anyone could ever remotely consider him a good parent was beyond her. She was very glad that Dick had taken on the role of parenting Damian, because hell if Bruce had ever done it. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m dating Damian, one of your sons, one of the good guys in this scenario, and I haven’t hurt anyone who wasn’t one of your rogues in over a year. You’re just too stubborn to see past your big head to see that your kids need help.”

He shook his head. She’d made false attempts to change in the past, only to later betray them and he wasn’t going to start believing her and her lies now. All that would do is put him at risk for further betrayal. “No,” he said harshly, typing on his computer, doing nothing in particular just to show that he didn’t need to pay attention to her. To show that he was the superior one out of the two of them, that he didn’t need to listen to her. “This is what you do. You lie, you gain our truth, you betray us, you steal and the cycle starts again. I can’t trust that you won’t do the same again now. And I can’t believe you’d come up with such a ridiculous lie. My sons would never put themselves in a situation where we were the only ones that would have the power to save them.”

“So you’re not going to help me save them then?”

“I will not support you in anything that you will use to betray us once again with.”

“I thought you were all about giving your villains chances for redemption.”

“I am,” he agreed. “Just not when they’ve exploited those chances as many times as you have.

“Fine then,” she hissed, venom dripping from her words, begging to kill, to attack. “I’ll save them myself.”

***

She may have been anxious to go and recover her friends, and her boyfriend, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have common sense. She had to take the time to formulate a plan rather than rushing in immediately. Her first plan of action was to head down to her nearest safe house and use the resources she had there to help her search and narrow down where they could be.

And who had them. But she could guess who that was though, there was only one person who’d semi-recently broken out of Arkham and hated their entire family more than anyone else did. Who else would it be but the Joker? No one else would dare kidnap the Bat Family, or at least not that many members of it at one time.

She grabbed anything she thought she may need to rescue them, including but not limited to some of the guns Jason had left over from one of the he’d visited to get away from Bruce (those would certainly be helpful if she wanted to shoot Bruce is he ever showed up), a spare miraculous to wear (but hopefully not to use) incase something happened to the cat one and some bataarangs that she totally hadn’t stolen from the Batcave. She also decided to pick up some of Damian’s daggers that he’d left with her in case anything ever happened to his main stash.

After that she sat down at her computer and began her work on finding her friends; she wouldn’t leave Damian, or Tim, or Jason, or Dick at the hands of the Joker - not like Bruce had. Especially not after what happened last time Jason had been locked in a warehouse with the psychopath. She didn’t have much time to spare, and she wasn’t willing to waste a second of it.

First, she looked into the many warehouses in Gotham. It was the classic villain place to hold hostages, she’d certainly held a few hostages in a warehouse before. There were a few Joker branded ones that he tended to have used a lot in the past, but after quickly checking those over Marinette soon decided that he would have found a whole new place to store the bats he’d managed to collect today, so that he’d have more time to play with them.

After what felt like far too long, she finally found where the Joker had taken them. A warehouse on the east side of Gotham. It had been abandoned for the last couple of years, but every so often some street kids would find it and use it for a bit, so she’d placed cameras inside so that she could help any that made their way to the warehouse.

She may have been considered one of Gotham City’s Rogues, but that didn’t mean she was a completely horrible person (even if Bruce couldn’t see that). After all, she’d been a hero for years, she couldn’t have done that if she didn’t care about helping people.

It was even one of the main reasons why she’d ended up being classed as one of the many rogues of Gotham. She’d moved to the city in order to make a difference and help the people that lived there, but when she’d tried Batman had only told her that he didn’t accept help from outside heroes. So she’d started using the cat miraculous instead of her normal ladybug earrings, started going by Lady Noire instead and stole what she could from the obnoxiously rich and gave to the street kids who needed the money to survive.

Of course, over the past couple of years, she’d used some of the money she’d stolen on herself, but that’s all Bruce focused on when he was making her out to be the bad guy. Honestly, it hadn’t even been that much. Only enough to support her in the months when she wasn’t getting as many commissions.

Not that the oh so great Batman had ever noticed what she’d really been up to, all he’d cared about was that she was a thief in ‘his’ city. His kids had figured out what she had been doing though, and then soon became her friends. Or, in Damian’s case, became her boyfriend - much to Bruce’s disgust.

With the information she needed to go save her friends, Marinette called her transformation, grabbed her supplies and headed over to the warehouse as fast as possible.

She couldn’t be too late. She couldn’t be. She refused to be too late. She refused to be.

If she was too late … she didn’t want to think about what could have happened in the time it had taken her to find them without the superior resources that Bruce kept locked away in the Batcave just because he was a controlling, prejudiced asshole.

She wouldn’t be too late. She wouldn’t be.

She’d arrived. But was she too late?

The door to the warehouse had obviously been locked, but she had no time to waste trying to undo it using the ‘proper’ Batman approved techniques. “Cataclysm!” She muttered as quickly as she could in order to avoid the Joker noticing, calling her power to destroy the door as quickly and efficiently as possible.

As the door crumpled into dust, she moved to a blind area in the cameras to transform and recharge Plagg. “Eat quickly,” she begged the kwami, “we don’t have much time to spare.” And soon enough Lady Noire was ready to rescue those that had been abandoned by the oh so great Batman.

She didn’t exactly sneak in as the collapse of the door had caused a bit of noise but she was as quiet as she could be, but it seemed like it was safe to say that if the Joker hadn’t really noticed her at all, he wasn’t paying too much attention to anything but his captives.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian had all been tied up and hung from the ceiling with their bodies tied with rope, so that they didn’t stand a chance of escape on their own. That didn’t matter anymore. She was going to save them, unlike Bruce.

Marinette hated to think of how the Joker could have gotten his hands on all of them. What had that mad man done to those she loved? How had he hurt them? She was going to kill him (and Bruce) if she got the chance.

She used the darkness of the miraculous to almost blend into the shadows so that she could get closer to her friends without alerting the ignorant Joker that she was there.

“Damian,” she whispered as she got closer using the baton provided by the miraculous to carry her voice upwards, quiet enough so that only he could hear her. “I’m going to get you down from there but I need you ready to land safely and be ready to fight while I get the others down. Can you do that?”

There was as big a nod as he could manage while tied up without alerting the Joker.

“Excellent.”

She brought the baton back down so that she could hold onto the end before elongating it to use it to propel herself upwards, to Damian’s height up in the air. Pulling one of her boyfriend’s daggers from her suit, she used it to cut the rope holding him up. Once free, Damian slid down her baton in order to make a safer descent to the floor and pulled one of his daggers from his utility belt and made a start on attacking the Joker.

Meanwhile, Marinette focused her attention on freeing the others. First Tim, then Jason and finally Dick. When she moved onto Dick, it was easy for her to tell that he’d been injured the most, probably because he’d been focusing on protecting the others than himself like usual, so she made sure to keep hold of him as she freed him, and brought him down towards the ground by changing the height of her baton once his ropes had been cut.

“You’re safe,” she repeated to Dick when he looked at her with a confused look on his face. “You’re safe, Tim’s safe, Jason’s safe, Damian’s safe. You’re all safe now. He can’t hurt you.”

“Thank you,” he managed to say slowly as she sat him against the wall so that he didn’t take part in the fight with an obviously very broken leg.

She nodded, “of course,” before heading off to join the fight.

Once everything was over and done with, the Joker sent back to Arkham and those she cared about as safe as they could be, she got help from Damian to carry Dick over to her safe house. It was much nearer than the stupid Batcave, and hell like she was going to let any of them head over there anytime soon.

“We should go to the Batcave to get medical assistance,” Tim had argued when she’d told them where they were going to spend the night, at least the night longer if she had anything to say about it.

“Not a chance in hell,” she’d hissed. “You will go back to that cave over my dead body.”

Damian had simply sighed and inquired, “What has father done now?”

“He abandoned you,” she admitted after a couple of seconds of glares from them all. “I told him what was happening and he refused to help.”

“He abandoned us, what a big surprise,” Jason retorted. “What else is new?”

“Come on,” Marinette sighed, leading them in the direction of her safe house. “Let’s get you all to safety.”

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