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marauderundercover · 1 year

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us against the world

“Now this might sound controversial, but I think that went well.” Jagged says cheerfully, sticking the key into the ignition. Marinette huffs out a laugh, shaking her head.

“If by well you mean the school is still standing, then sure, it went well.” She says. Jagged frowns, pulling the car away from the curb.

“What’s wrong, M?” He asks, his cheerful tone switched for a serious one. Marinette frowns, turning her attention out the window.

“I just- I don’t think I’m going to fit in at that school. It’ll be like being around a bunch of Chloes, and I just- I don’t know.” She sighs.

“Just- just give it a chance, yeah?” He asks softly. Marinette nods, silently. She would try to like Gotham Academy. Just like she would try to like Gotham itself. “You start tomorrow, but I’ve got an interview I’ve got to get to in New York. Penny’s gonna stay behind and make sure you get to and from school okay.” Jagged adds. Marinette turns to him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re going to go do something without Penny?” She asks. He nods. “You know I’m fourteen, right? I can take care of myself for a few days.” Jagged frowns.

“I’m not leaving you alone for your first day of school, Mari. I know- I know that I’m not your dad, and that I’m not the best person to try and be a parent for you. But I’m trying, kid. I really am. And part of that is making sure you have support when you need it. Starting at a new school is definitely something that you need support with.” He says.

“I think you’re doing fine.” Marinette says softly.

“Thanks, kiddo.” Jagged says, just as softly, as he turns the car down the excessively long driveway. Gotham, Marinette had decided, was odd. But she would try to enjoy it.

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Staring up at the building looming over her, Marinette tries hard to not panic. It was just school, after all. Sure, she was transferring in two months after everyone else had started. And she was in a new country. And she was alone. But that was fine. Everything was going to be fine. Sucking in a deep breath, Marinette pushes through the front doors. And immediately runs into a person.

“Mon dieu, er, I’m so sorry. I just kinda shoved the door open and I wasn’t really looking where I was going because I’m so early and I thought that no one else would be here yet and-” Marinette begins to ramble, nervously wringing her hands.

“Tt. If the doors to the building are unlocked, there is usually someone else inside.” The boy says stiffly. Marinette glances at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or sarcastic. Deciding to just count her losses, she nods.

“Right. Well, sorry again.” She says. The boy simply hums in acknowledgement before walking away. Pushing her bangs out of her face, Marinette sighs. The first classmate she’d met and it’d gone horribly. Go figure. Hopefully once she had her schedule, things would go better. And who knows, maybe mystery angry guy wasn’t in any of her classes.

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Marinette was going to have a long, long talk with the kwami when she got home. Theoretically, they probably had nothing to do with her horrible luck. But not only did she share almost every class with the angry guy, but she was also assigned to sit next to him in said classes. Including being assigned his lab partner in biology. You would think saving France from a crazed meglomaniac would give her enough good karma that she wouldn’t have to worry about sitting by grumpy boys who refused to talk to her in every class. Apparently not. Walking into the cafeteria, Marinette can feel her panic creeping in once again. Tables were full, or nearing full, and she had no friends. It wasn’t easy when everyone else already knew each other, and had routines that they’d been following since August. Scanning the room, she spots a fairly empty table, but pauses. The guy from earlier was sitting there, angrily tearing apart his sandwich while another boy talks animatedly to him. It was the last thing she actually wanted to do, but seeing as it was the most empty table, she’d have to just go with it. Better to sit away from the two boys quietly than sit at a table where people were going to ask her a million questions that she didn’t want to answer. Stopping at the edge of the table, she clears her throat and tries not to flinch when the boy from earlier sends a small glare her way.

“I promise I won’t talk to you guys, there’s just- most of the other tables are full. Could I sit here?” She asks, direcitng her question to the talkative one instead of the angry one. His eyes widen slightly, but he nods.

“Oh, uh, sure, of course. Um, you can sit closer to us if you want.” He offers, nodding to the chair at the end of the table closest to them. Marinette hesitates.

“Oh, well I wouldn’t-” She starts, but the angry boy cuts her off.

“Just sit. Lunch is only twenty minutes and you’ve already wasted nearly half of it.” He says, his voice lacking the venom she’d expected. Marinette sits and pulls out the lunch that Penny had packed her, her lips twitching up at the note.

“What’s that?” The talkative boy asks, leaning slightly in. Marinette feels herself blush involuntarily. It’s not that she was embarrassed that Penny had left the note but- well, she was in high school.

“Oh. Er, my-” Marinette pauses, trying to think of a good word for Penny. “Guardian put a note in my lunch. I think she was worried since it’s my first day.” She says, shrugging.

“Guardian?” He asks. Marinette winces.

“Yeah. Guardian.” She says. He opens his mouth, probably to ask another question, but his friend cuts him off.

“Harv, cool it with the questions.” He says. His friend- Harv?- pouts, but nods.

“Sorry about that. I’m Harvey, by the way. Harvey Dent.” He says. Marinette smiles.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She says, glancing at the ‘angry’ boy. She raises an eyebrow to him and he snorts.

“Really? You don’t know me?” He asks, and it didn’t sound pretentious. Instead, he sounded shocked. And a little tired. Marinette shrugs.

“Haven’t been in Gotham for very long.” She says.

“I’m Bruce.” He says. “Welcome to Gotham Academy.” Marinette smiles back at the boy. Maybe Gotham Academy wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be.

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So this idea came to me and wouldn’t leave my head. Let me know what you guys think! I have a general idea for where I want to go with this, and once I have a little more, it’ll move to AO3 (as is typical for my stories).

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jayphoenic · 1 year

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Tumblr Maribat AU Prompt Recommendations 4

Letters revealing a scary truth by @mysnis

"Please reach JL, villain in Paris."

"What? A villain in Paris?" Bruce asked. He frowned. "Why is she hiding it?"

"I'm hoping that the previous letters will reveal that." Tim answered. Damian stared between the two before heading to his room. He came back quickly looking at them.

Lost and Found by @soulmate-game

This doesn't actually have a title

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

De-Aged by @timinette-is-best

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

Innocence, avoidance by @consumeconstantly

To be more precise, he’s hoping that she’s simply avoiding his detection, and hasn’t gotten swept up in something bad.

It takes Jason three hours-- three hours-- to find the girl who can’t be much older than ten. Probably not even ten, judging by her size.

“You’re lucky it’s me finding you, and not someone else, Pixie.” He finally catches a glance of her glaringly sparkly backpack, complete with fairies and unicorns covered in some sort of holographic overlay.

The New Adoptee by @purple-goo-writes , @mochegato & @thepacifistavenger

This doesn't actually have a title

Alfred will tell him. Alfred knows everything.

“Master Bruce, I’m shocked at you. Surely you know your most recent adoptee’s name?”

Adoptee?! When–? How??

There’s a light tap just below his right shoulder blade–she really is a tiny slip of a thing–and he turns to meet her wide-eyed, innocent, sapphire gaze. Oh, no. Did she learn this look from Jason? Or is it her own and that’s how it is that she fits in so well with the rest?

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official-timari-server · 3 months

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Based on a misunderstanding sparking a conversation in the server

#maribat #mlb x dc #timari #dc x mlb #timari server #timari discord #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake #marinette x tim #timinette discord #timinette server #shutterbug #maribat server #maribat poll #server poll #poll

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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The Perfect Blend

"It's coffee ice cream."

Adrien looked down at the cone in her hand. Three brown scoops. Chocolate chips embedded. "Huh, so it is."

"This is from Andre," Marinette emphasized. "It's coffee flavored. Why the fuck is my soulmate ice cream coffee flavored?!"

"Dunno. Maybe your soulmate's a caffeine junkie like you are."

They strolled on the Pont des Arts, leaving behind the long line of teenagers waiting to get their ice cream. Marinette ate her ice cream carefully. "I don't buy it. There's no one else who'd inject coffee into their veins like I do."

"Maybe you'll be surprised," said Adrien, taking a spoonful of his blueberry.

Marinette's foot caught a bump on the bridge. She flailed around, forgetting about her ice cream, and crashed into someone who was also in the process of stumbling forward. She felt a hot sticky liquid splatter on her front, while her ice cream collided with someone’s chest.

"I'm so sorry!" Both cried out, but in different languages.

Marinette looked up to see a boy whose tired eyes mirrored hers. His fitted shirt was soaked in both coffee and ice cream just like her blouse.

Adrien hummed in amusement. "So there he is."

Marinette glared at him before turning back to the stranger. She switched to English. "I'm terribly sorry, monsieur, I'm so careless."

"Me too," the stranger blurted out. "Your---your shirt---"

He hastily fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Ah, no, no, I stained your shirt as well. Please use it," Marinette declined, getting some tissues from her bag.

"No, I insist." The boy smiled sheepishly.

She bit the edge of her lip. "Take these napkins at least. Oh! And let me buy you a new coffee."

They tried their best to clean themselves up, but the stains were persistent. Marinette frowned when she saw that the ice cream drips had also come down to his pants.

"My house is nearby. I have extra clothes in there just about your size," she suggested. "We own a bakery on the first floor. Would you like to wait there? Only if you're not busy! I'd hate to disrupt your day."

The stranger beamed. "A---A change of clothes would be nice. Don't worry, I was just planning to walk around the city today."

She nodded and began leading him down the path. Adrien sidled up to her. "You got a boy to come home with you so quickly!"

She shoved him playfully, scowling.

Marinette coughed, looking up at the boy she had bumped into. "I'm Marinette, by the way. This is Adrien. I'm guessing you're vacationing in Paris?"

"Call me Tim. And yeah, I'm here mostly for business though."

"Ask him if he's single!" Adrien whispered into her ear.

She shoved him again.

"I am, actually." Tim's eyebrows raised.

Red took over Marinette's cheeks. "Wait a minute---"

"On another completely unrelated topic." Adrien smirked. "Are you, by any chance, addicted to coffee?"

"What qualifies as 'addicted'? I usually finish five cups a day but I think that's pretty normal."

Adrien gasped, eyes glittering at Marinette. Meanwhile, Marinette was shooting silent threats at him. "You're in luck!" Adrien wrapped an arm around her shoulders and patted her head. "This tiny girl can down six to seven cups a day!"

"I'm not tiny!"

"You are miniature."

"You're cute."

Tim's eyes widened at his accidental compliment. He averted his eyes nervously as Marinette's face turned hotter.

"I---I mean," Tim coughed. "I mean---uh--"

"Yo---you don't look too bad yourself," Marinette said in a small voice, playing with the hem of her blouse.

Adrien whispered in her ear again, less subtly this time. "Now ask him out."

Tim perked up. "I'm free tonight!"

"What---what a coincidence!" She squeaked out. "Me---me too!"

"Can I pick you up at seven?"

She smiled widely. "I'd love that."

a gift for @tinybrie <3 Cross posted on AO3

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heqvenlymoons · 1 month

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I'll Follow You Until You Love Me

Inspired by a tiktok edit, the song Paparazzi by Lady Gaga and @olivia-anderson-fanfic 's Stalker x Stalker fic <3

Timinette One Shot | Stalker x Stalker | AO3

Within the privacy of her room, Marinette studied the murder board she had made of Tim Drake, which hung on the wall beside her bed. Her eyes admired the various pristine photos of him, fingers tracing his jawline in a gentle caress with an expression that could only be described as dopey.

Connecting the strategically adhered photos to the board along with the yellow sticky notes— containing details such as his hobbies, favourite spots, and other tidbits of his life— were a bright red string, linking elements together whenever necessary.

There was a Red Robin emblem pinned on the center of the board beside the name ‘Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne’, a reference to his vigilante identity.

Understanding the importance of secret identities, Marinette had refrained from scattering the Red Robin emblems across the board like she wanted to, which would heavily hint at his identity.

That wouldn’t be good if someone were to break into her apartment or if the board fell into the wrong hands.

The Red Robin emblem pinned on the board was discreet enough, merely an adorable drawing of a robin coloured in red.

The need for discretion with Tim’s vigilante identity hadn’t stopped her from scribbling red hearts all over the board, in various sizes and shades of red.

It seemed like her obsession with knowing every detail of her crush’s life only got worse after she moved on from Adrien.

A trauma response to how despite being focused on knowing everything about Adrien from his personality to his schedule, she hadn’t accounted for how the Adrien Agreste she sees every day was all but a mask to hide his true self.

His true colours had shown during the many lectures he had forced onto her about not exposing Lila and taking the ‘high road’. Looking back, Marinette had been too naive and optimistic to have missed the subtle devious gleam in his eyes when he outright gaslighted and manipulated her into thinking she had to ‘be the bigger person’ and not let Lila get to her.

That had spoken volumes about the true personality of the supposed ‘Sunshine of Paris’.

Marinette hated herself for how obsessed she was with Adrien. She felt like a fool for having fallen for him, thinking she knew everything there was to know about him when in reality she knew nothing about him at all.

The icing on the cake was that Marinette hadn’t even known he was Chat Noir until she took his ring away, having had enough of his pushy behaviour and lazily watching off the side during the rare times he was present during akuma battles.

It was like the situation with Kim all over again but worse.

The several attempts to confess her feelings to Adrien have always gone awry and she would forever thank the kwamis for having dodged that bullet. It was a privilege she didn’t have with Kim.

Marinette vowed then to do better, to take it even further. If she were to have another crush after Adrien, she would obsessively study their life, determined to know everything there was to know like a crazy stalker.

It was what she did with Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

Finding out he was a well-known public figure had only heightened her actions. Being a celebrity was going to entail putting up a mask, and locking away your true self from the media.

It was what Adrien did after all, and she wouldn’t make the same mistake again by overlooking the famous aspect of Tim.

With her hard-earned hacking skills, she hacked into government records, education, medical, banking institutions, and everything for Tim’s files. Everything. She had to know everything to know what kind of a person he would be.

But it wouldn’t stop there. She bugged his room, and his office at Wayne Enterprise and placed a tracking device on him.

She would know his address so she could watch from afar as Ladybug how he acted when alone and away from the public’s eye. She would follow him around, ever so ready to catch even the slightest slip-ups while taking care to be discreet in doing so.

He might be able to hide his true self from the public but what would a person do when they thought they were alone? They won’t bother to hide their true selves then.

If that weren’t enough, she found ways to plant herself near where he was. With a little luck, she landed a job as his secretary at Wayne Enterprise, which gave her legitimate reasons to be around him.

Within a day of diligently watching Tim, she had discovered he moonlighted as the famed vigilante Red Robin. With that discovery, she had enough information to piece together the identities of the rest of the Bat family.

She was willing to believe Tim might be a good person based on the fact he was a hero, but heroes can be two-faced as well. Chat Noir had been proof of that.

Regardless of knowing all this information, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She had to have a conversation with him when he was at his worst.

What better to do than to stage a kidnapping and talk to him in an empty warehouse hidden away in the city somewhere?

Marinette wouldn’t hurt him of course, she would never hurt him no matter what.

The idea led to her current predicament, where she was drawing up numerous plans along with backup plans and the plans for the backup plans.

She had one chance to do this correctly, and with Tim being Red Robin himself with the rest of the Bat family to back him up, she doubted the odds would be in her favour even when she was the very embodiment of luck.

So focused on her plans, she missed Tikki exchanging worried looks with the other kwamis.

Tikki flew over to her, a hesitant look on her face as she contemplated how to address her chosen’s obsessive behaviour.

Marinette looked up from the several boards filled with kidnapping plans and met the gaze of her concerned kwami.

Marinette knew she looked like a mess. There were huge bags under her eyes from spending nights finalizing her plans. Her pigtails had long fallen out of their neat style, leaving tangled heaps of raven hair from the many times she tugged on it.

Misunderstanding the kwamis’ concerns, she attempted a smile. “I know I haven’t been sleeping but I promise I will soon. I’m almost done finalizing the plans and if they’re done by tonight, I can put it into action tomorrow.”

Tikki’s eyes widened and the other kwamis were speaking over one another in a poor attempt to stall the plan in hopes of the boy miraculously catching wind of this and having time to get away.

“Um Master, perhaps you should reconsider. Do you think it’s wise to—”

“Oh my, I don't think this is a good idea. He’s a Wayne, glorious and famous! You should just demand for his hand in marriage instead—”

“Not that your plan isn’t sly, it is, but maybe take some more time to come up with an even slyer plan—?”

One voice in particular stopped all arguments. “Ugh, if Pigtails wants to stalk her crush, let her. I fail to see what you’re all so worried about, you don’t have this problem with cheese.”

Tikki turned to Plagg, aghast. “Plagg, you stinky sock! Stop encouraging her! Stalking is not healthy, and not to mention, morally wrong. I’ve never seen Marinette this obsessed, even with Adrien and we all saw how that turned out!”

Marinette winced at the blonde’s name but it went ignored as Plagg rolled his eyes.

“Don’t bring Blondie into this, he was still a good cat until his soul got corrupted because he wasn’t a true holder.” Plagg hissed, crossing his arms and looking upset. “I’m not saying Pigtails is going about her crush the right way but cut her some slack, Sugar Cube, she’s been through a lot and doesn’t need you yelling at her now that Hawkbutt’s been defeated.”

Tikki, to her credit, looked chastened by the end of her counterpart’s rant.

Marinette felt touched that Plagg cared enough to defend her and she reached a hand out to pet the kwami of destruction's head.

Plagg seemed to know what she was thinking and zipped away. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sappy on me now, Pigtails. You can show your appreciation by feeding me cheese.”

Marinette huffed out a laugh at his response, while Tikki wore a scandalized expression on her face accompanied by a shout of “Plagg!”

Tikki turned to Marinette, eyes softening. “Do you think it’s a good idea to go through with the plan? You’re already breaching Tim’s privacy and boundaries enough without adding kidnapping to the mix. Why not just approach him at the coffee shop he goes to every day? You can still have a conversation with him there without breaking laws and boundaries.”

Marinette’s hands tightened on the board she was holding, a twinge of guilt surging through her because Tikki was right. It was wrong to cross Tim’s boundaries by stalking him, but she couldn’t stop.

It was like a drug, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. She needed to know everything about him so history doesn’t repeat itself for the third time.

She remembered meeting Tim for the first time like it was yesterday.

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Marinette had been in a rush, the popular fabric store she liked to frequent was having a flash sale today and she needed to hurry or everything would sell out.

But first, she needed her daily dose of coffee for energy.

In her haste to shuffle towards the coffee shop, she hadn’t noticed someone bumping into her, knocking her to the ground.

“Are you alright, M-Miss? I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t mean to knock you over! Uh, not that I was planning to knock someone else over either! Please don’t take this the wrong way,” a panicked voice made her look up from the ground and to the owner of the voice.

Marinette’s heart raced at the sight of a black-haired boy with cerulean blue eyes. She was aware her mouth was agape, but she couldn’t seem to move as her eyes stared into his, fascinated.

Although he had eye bags that could rival hers when she pulled all-nighters working on commissions, the boy still looked very handsome.

Marinette thought he must be photogenic.

“I can assure you, I’m not, but I appreciate the vote of confidence,” the boy said, his lips quirking into a heartstopping smile.

Her face felt hot as she realized she said the words out loud and she stuttered out apologies but he waved her off.

His smile widened, a happy gleam in his eyes like he had accomplished something only he knew. He held out the coffee cup to her, nodding for her to take it.

Her hand reached out, albeit hesitant but she took it. Her fingers brushed his, sending electric sparks through her.

She peaked at him through her lashes to see if he had felt the spark to see him with the same happy smile, only it seemed to have brightened.

His eyes flickered to the fabric shop in the distance and back to her, the movement was fast and Marinette would have missed it if she hadn’t been so focused on watching him.

“You seem to be in a rush, I won’t take up more of your time than need be. I really am sorry about bumping into you,” he reiterated his apology, except he hadn’t looked that sorry at all.

He looked rather happy for having knocked someone over.

His smile seemed to dim the longer she stared at him without saying anything. He shuffled his feet, looking unsure and a crestfallen look had fallen upon his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sounding genuinely regretful now as he moved to walk past her without meeting her gaze.

Marinette forced herself to move before he got lost in the crowds without her getting his name. She needed to see him again but she needed his full name so she could ‘check’ he was genuine. “Wait! My name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng. What’s yours?”

She had introduced herself with her full name in hopes of getting his full name in return. It could’ve been a dumb move as it was Gotham. The boy could be in a gang for all she knows.

Judging by the look on the boy’s face, he seemed to think so as well. Though he didn't disappoint. The look cleared as fast as it came and the happy grin was back on his face. “Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. Only fair I give you my full name in return as well.”

He offered one last polite smile before walking past her again, this time with a happy bounce in his steps, unaware their first meeting would be the catalyst of her new obsession.

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“The conversation has to happen somewhere out of the public’s eye so I can make sure it’s the real Tim and not just what he was showing because he’s in public,” Marinette sighed in response to Tikki’s question.

The kwamis were silent. They all knew her past crush on Adrien had reopened old wounds and that she was determined to not repeat mistakes.

Tikki was about to respond but Plagg shook his head.

“Just let it play out, Sugar Cube. You know as well as I do that when Pigtails makes up her mind, there’s virtually nothing we can do to change it,” he said softly, his green cat eyes watching as Marinette’s gaze drifted back to the murder board of Tim by her bed, a look of yearning in her eyes.

The kwamis watched her work in silence, with looks of concern, sadness and resignation.

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The next morning, Marinette buzzed with excitement and nerves from the prospect of talking to Tim again. They did talk daily, what with her being his secretary but today felt different. She would finally see whether or not his kindness and everything he did was an act.

She made her way to the coffee shop near WE with a light bounce in her steps, picking up his favourite coffee drink she had ordered via mobile.

At the counter, when no one was looking, she slipped in a concoction she had made for when she couldn’t sleep into Tim’s drink, giving the cup a subtle shake for good measure.

Leaving the serene ambience of the coffee shop, Marinette made her way to the front steps of Wayne Enterprise, just in time to see Tim exiting the car and bidding Alfred goodbye.

Tim lit up when he saw her, and not for the first time, Marinette felt a twinge of guilt from what she was about to do. Maybe kidnapping hadn’t been the right way to go about it but she won’t back out now.

Feeling cheered by the sight of him watching her with a happy smile, she moved forward, handing him the coffee cup. “Your favourite order, as per usual.”

With her eager gaze fixed on the cup he had grabbed and anticipating his first sip, she missed the imperceptible knowing glint in his eyes.

He turned away from her slightly, seeming to be distracted by a commotion happening from a distance away. Fortunately, from her angle, she could see he had taken a big sip from the cup.

He turned back to her with a dopey expression on his face, looking at her like she had hung the stars. “Thank you, Mari, you’re the best! I know I can always count on you when my family cuts me off from my beloved coffee.”

Her heart stuttered at the way he was looking at her. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she ducked her head with sudden shyness.

Marinette watched him from her peripheral, waiting for the concoction to take effect.

He moved forward like he was heading toward the entrance of Wayne Enterprise when he stumbled and she moved to hold on to his arm.

Tim shook his head, trying to stay awake but Marinette knew it was no use. His eyes had started to droop as he struggled to stay awake, his hands clinging onto her and pulling her close, seeming unaware she was the one who drugged him.

She was all too happy in allowing him to lean against her, ushering him away from WE’s entrance before anyone could catch on to what was happening and led him to an alley nearby. “Come on, you deserve a break anyway.”

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, Marinette’s mind going into overdrive at the action and his proximity, biting her lip to keep from squealing like she wanted to.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” he mumbled, his words causing the guilt to eat at her now.

It wasn’t too late, she could lead Tim to his office in the Wayne Enterprise building and pass it off as him being sleep-deprived as usual if anyone asked— no, she had to do this. The hard part was already done, she couldn’t give up now. It was to go big or go home, right?

In the alley, she grabbed the glasses from her purse with one hand and put them on. Ignoring the disapproving gaze of Kaalki when the kwami of migration materialized from the miraculous, she muttered the transformation phase.

She paid no attention to the heavy feeling in her chest as she opened a portal to a warehouse forty minutes outside of the city.

Everything will be alright, it’ll work out, Marinette repeated in her mind like a martyr as she ushered the sleeping Tim into the portal.

It had to be.

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Everything was not going to be alright.

That was Marinette’s first thought ten minutes later after she had tied Tim up to a chair with a rope she had left in the warehouse the night before and bound his hands together with a zip tie.

Now, she was on the verge of having a panic attack from her thoughts.

What had she been thinking? Tim was going to hate her and when his family rescued him, they were going to kick her out of the city, or worse, put her behind bars for life! She can’t go to jail, who would protect the miracle box?

She should’ve listened to Tikki and the kwamis. She was a selfish person for not having thought of what would happen to the miracle box if she were locked away in prison. How could she not have considered the consequences?

She was starting to hyperventilate when gentle hands grabbed her, accompanied by a familiar soft voice, snapping her out from the beginning of a panic attack.

“Hey, Mari, you’re okay. I need you to breathe with me, can you do that?”

She took a deep breath, grabbing onto the hands of the owner of the voice to ground herself. She looked up to see… Tim?

He was crouched in front of her, filled with concern and worry for her. Distantly, she realized during her dissociation, she had dropped to the ground and curled in on herself, hugging her knees to her chest.

Her expression twisted into one of horror when she realized he had somehow broken out of the bindings restraining him to the chair.

“I’m sorry for kidnapping you,” she wailed, blurting the first thing from her mind and moving away from him like a frightened rabbit.

She wanted to scream in frustration. I’m sorry for kidnapping you. Really? That was the best she could say? You don’t just apologize for kidnapping someone!

Tim looked dumbfounded, though he didn’t seem to be afraid.

Of course, he wasn’t afraid, he was Red Robin for crying out loud! As a public figure, he’d probably been kidnapped for ransom more times than she could count. Her sorry excuse of an attempt to kidnap him was pathetic compared to the more dangerous situations he’d been in.

When he stayed silent, she blurted out, “Please don’t send me to prison.”

He frowned. “Why would I send you to prison?”

Marinette’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Looking at him like he was the crazy one, she sputtered out, “B-because I kidnapped you! And stalk you. I've been following and watching you for so long, your privacy might as well be non-existent!”

He opened his mouth to respond but she rushed on, not giving him the chance. “If you don’t send me to prison, I’m sure Batman will, especially when I’ve kidnapped his son!”

“I tried to kidnap Batman’s son,” Marinette whispered in realization and whimpered, tugging at her raven pigtails in distress.

Tim didn’t look surprised or upset by the fact she knew his vigilante identity. On the contrary, he looked way too happy for someone who had gotten drugged, kidnapped and found out that he had an obsessive stalker. He wore a look of pure happiness on his face as he spoke. “Mari, no one is going to send you to prison. I won’t let it.”

She shook her head, unconvinced. What was he doing? Didn’t he realize he was away from the public? He didn’t have to keep up the act anymore.

“Marinette, I’m being serious. Nothing is going to happen to you,” he reassured her, moving to wrap his arms around her in a hug. The happiness was still present on his face but his eyes had softened into a look of adoration as he looked down to the girl in his arms.

“But why?” she whispered in confusion, blinking up at him with teary eyes.

Not that she wanted him or anyone from his family to send her to prison but shouldn’t he be more concerned by the fact that she had been stalking him for kwami knows how long?

She had heard enough lectures from Tikki to be aware that her obsessive behaviour was unhealthy and warranted concern, and yet, Tim wasn’t acting how she expected.

A smile tugged at his lips and she stared, captivated.

He seemed to preen at her awestruck look, smiling wider. His hand moved to play with the ends of one of her pigtails, saying in a quiet but fond voice. “I know you’re MDC.”

Marinette froze, her lips moving to deny from instinct but he continued in that soft voice of his.

“I’ve been a fan since you designed Jagged Stone’s Rock Giant album. Your commissions were never open but even when they were, you only accepted orders by referral. I decided to search for your identity then, but that led to an unhealthy obsession of digging up everything about you when I uncovered your full name.”

It was silent as he let the implication of his words sink in. He had the decency to look ashamed for invading her privacy.

“Your school records showed how you were once expelled, and the expulsion was retracted with no reason listed. Then I was digging into François Dupont, trying to find out the cause for your expulsion and why it was retracted. Everywhere I looked, it said you were bullying someone by the name of Lila Rossi.”

His jaws clenched, a look of anger crossing his face but Marinette knew he wasn’t angry at her. He was angry for her. “But in reality, it had been the other way around! All her ridiculous claims were documented on that tabloid blog— the Ladyblog— and it was so easy to destroy her. I sent lawsuits after her and contacted every celebrity she lied about.”

Marinette remembered that day, it had been glorious. The downfall of the liar who had gone through on her promise to make Marinette’s life a living hell.

It was the last day of school before the winter break and Marinette had looked forward to the break, desperate to get away from the glares and verbal assault her classmates were sending on behalf of the Italian girl.

After lunch, in the middle of class, Marinette had watched with wide eyes as Lila was delivered piles of lawsuits from every celebrity she had ever lied about.

Marinette had always wondered who was the one behind the execution of the lawsuits. She hadn’t believed for a second that suddenly, without prompting, every celebrity Lila had lied about got together overnight to serve the Italian girl lawsuits.

Until now, that is. Marinette watched Tim in awe, feeling tears pricked the corner of her eyes because despite them being strangers at the time, he hadn’t hesitated in destroying someone who was dead set on ruining her life.

He was better than Adrien in every aspect. Better than her former friends.

Tim had stood up for her when no one else would.

And for that alone, Marinette knew she wouldn’t be falling out of love with him anytime soon.

“Don’t even get me started on the Hawkmoth situation. Yes, I know you’re Ladybug,” he said, causing her to freeze yet again at his words for having uncovered another part of her identity.

She relaxed a second later. She trusted Tim. Besides, It was only fair after she knew his identity he was Red Robin.

He sighed, running a hand through his black locks, looking into her eyes with his blue ones. “What I’m trying to say is, it would be hypocritical of me to send you to prison for stalking me when I’ve been doing the very same thing to you.”

Shocked by the fact that her stalking was reciprocated, she only managed a soft “Oh.” in response to his speech.

He grabbed her hand, his grip firm, yet gentle. “I know stalking is… frowned upon and morally wrong, but I don’t mind you stalking me forever.”

He grinned, not hiding the happiness in his eyes. Although his smile wavered, as if anxious. “In fact, I’m ecstatic by the fact that I’m not the only one, uh, resorting to illegal measures to get to know his crush?”

Marinette squeaked at his admission, covering her red face with her hands. “C-crush?”

Hearing Tim confess his feelings made her feel elated that it hadn’t been one-sided. She was over the moon!

He smiled, albeit shy and his cheeks were turning pink. “Yeah. With all the digging I’ve done on you, I feel like I’ve known you forever. I know you’re my secretary and because of that a lot of the conversations we have were strictly business, but I would like to change that. I want to get to know you through proper conversations.”

As messed up as it might be, Marinette was glad she wasn’t the only one with stalking tendencies when it came to crushes.

With everything she had compiled on Tim, there were some things you won’t know until you’ve personally been told because not every tidbit of information was going to be on the internet, celebrity or not.

She much preferred learning things about Tim by talking to him rather than hiding out of sight and admiring him afar like she was his shadow.

With a blush blooming across her cheeks, she managed to get it out, without stuttering, “I feel the same way.”

He lit up like it was Christmas and still holding her close to him, his gaze dropped to her lips. “C-can I—”

Knowing what he was asking, she responded before he could get the full sentence out. “Yes.”

He wasted no time in pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with passion and longing between them.

Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible.

If stalking Tim was a drug, then the kiss was an addiction she never wanted to cure.

“Oh my gosh, I’m kissing MDC,” he mumbled against her lips in disbelief, internally fangirling. “I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me.”

Marinette flushed at his declaration. She could never get used to the idea that she might have people who are fans of her work, much less Tim being her biggest fan.

“I’ll hold you to that,” was what she mumbled back before her thoughts and senses were consumed with nothing but him.

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its-maemain · 13 days

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I'm putting all my time and effort into one ship. Thank you for your time.

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ellienettie · 2 years

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15. Anti-hero!Mari (Red Robin!Mari) w/ Robin!Tim

Here's Mari being a spiteful little shit <3

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"I remember when we first met." Red Hood- no. Jason nodded at Tim.

"You and Red Robin?"

"I was concussed, so I wasn't thinking that fine. She spoke to me in french and it's not exactly in my first 10 languages, is it replacement? So I was standing there, watching this tiny french thing talk to me as if I understood shit. She seemed taller then too."

"Oui, cause I was, you dumbass." Marinette drops down beside them, french accent already present and thick on her tongue.

"Oh great, you're alive."

"My exact reaction to you, my favorite boss" back to an all-American accent.

"So I take it that french is one of your top 10 languages?" Tim asked her.

"I AM french."

Tim snorts at her, arms crossed. "And why would you give me a hint to your identity? I don't believe you"

Red Robin smacked his arm. "You Americans, so dumb. If I wasn't so kind, I would pretend that I've never spoke English or learned English in my entire life."

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He's staring into the fire, watching it dance, swiping at the air like a whip and going down like a flower shying into itself as the moon rises. It's patterns kept repeating, like it was a dance. A hypnotizing one.

It whipped again, and it reminded hood of a hissing snake, a warning before going for the kill.

"Hood! Tell Robin that what he's saying is a lie!"

"But it's the truth! You *can* sue anyone, there just isn't a big chance that you'll win! The best chance you have is suing someone for an injury!"

Hood ignored the sounds of their voices, focusing on the drip of the candle wax, dropping quicky into the hard bundle of melted wax at the foot of it, about to create another layer as he watched more wax drip from the newly created stem of the candle.

"Hood!"

Inner peace, it's what he needed to control his pit rage. It helps to put all his rage and energy into the details of every small thing he can focus on that doesn't anger him

"Red Hood! Notice me!"

"WHAT." Hood snapped at Marinette.

"Tell Robin he's wrong."

"No. He's probably right anyway."

"Oh, just as right as you when you decided to have me steal one of his robin costumes?"

"That was you?!?" Tim spluttered beside her.

"You have no evidence, I'm not guilty no matter what you say" she hissed at him.

"You literally just said you stole it!"

"Where's your proof!"

'Where's my gun so I can shoot both of these dumb fucks' Hood bitterly thought as he sighed into his hand.

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"Red Robin! No!" Tim grabbed the match that Marinette held as she looked at him in surprise and confusion.

"Why not! It's just a car! Take it as protest, I'm just making a point for the authority!"

Tim threw the match far away from him and her. "Jesus Christ, what are you, French?"

Red Robin managed to look offended. "Oui! And you, American? Set the car on fire!"

She said in a thick heavy convincing french accent. Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Haha, very convincing. Now, we don't set cars on fire."

"Then, gather a crowd! We shall shake a building, tilt it until all the cars have fallen out! People are so stupid and weak, non? We shall show them true riot! Be the leader to a newer better generation!"

'Wow' Tim thought. 'She's really pushing it with the french thing.' "What, are you saying we should kill the rich next?"

"Oui! We start with them!" And there was a glint to her eye as she took another match out from somewhere.

"Red, no."

Is this what Dick feels taking care of Damian? Tim doesn't want to be an older brother, thanks. Take the thing away he can manage.

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raeuberprinzessin · 2 years

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Lucky against all odds

Sibling!Timinette, Arranged Marriage!Daminette

Even before Tim learned, thanks to Bruce and his family, that the way his parents had treated him had been neglect, there was one thing, he could never forgive them: When he had been 8 years old, before he even figured out the identities of the local vigilantes, he and his little sister Marinette had been kidnapped.

Only a week prior to that after Marinette had turned three, his parents had decided that he was old enough to take care of himself and his sister and they didn’t need a nanny anymore, only a housekeeper who would come three days a week.

When they were kidnapped his parents, who had been on a business trip out of the country, decided to only pay the ransom for him and abandoned Marinette, doubting whether she was alive anymore anyway and they wouldn’t pay for a dead child. To the media they made it look as if Marinette just wasn't given back to them. Whenever he showed how angry he still was with them for this, they would put the blame on him, saying he had been responsible for both of them.

Years later, when he started as Robin, he told Bruce everything and asked him to open up a case for Marinette. He just had to believe that she was still out there. He used software to let old photos of her age virtually to know how she would look years later and he tried to become the best detective he could be, solving cold cases every chance he got, to hone his skills.

Almost a decade after the kidnapping Damian takes a look at Tim's case files on the bat computer, looking for blackmail material or anything he could use to get under his brother's skin for worrying Alfred and Dick. He finds a case Tim is working on regularly but is still unsolved. When he opens it, he recognises Marinette, the girl his mother brought back from a mission one day, who turned out to be bonded irreversibly to a powerful magic his grandfather coveted for the league. Ra’s and the girl had been locked in a psychological war for days until his mother asked him to use what he learned about influencing others to convince the girl, so she would no longer fight the engagement. It took a few visits and during those he got to know her well enough to feel like it wouldn’t be the worst to have her as a comrade. Finally she agreed to the engagement, which was a form of magical bond the league practices that requires some kind of consent from both.

This is why Damian knows she is alive although he is not sure where she is. Believing Tim had found out and was planning to get involved in things that were not his business he confronts him in front of everyone.

After her kidnapping, Marinette had been given to another group of shady characters and another until she ended up at the last base where she found the miracle box and was chosen by the kwami as the rightful guardian of the box full of gods. Usually they cursed anyone who tried to abuse their powers to suffer, but Marinette had just been curious about the pretty box and never wanted the power of it. Part of this was also, because this was the best way to protect themselves as well.

Not even an hour later Marinette had subdued the people who were still keeping her and wanted to leave, to go back to her brother although the tiny girl didn't really remember much about her home, when Talia came in, to confiscate the miracle box. She didn’t want to use it, she just wanted to prevent her enemies from getting their hands on it. But instead of a group of thugs, she found a little girl giving her a rather impressive glare for one so young and holding the box close to her chest with her scrawny arms. Deciding the girl would be a perfect little playmate for her own glaring hellion, she took the girl and the box and brought both back.

Ra’s liked the idea to bind the guardian permanently to the league by having her be engaged to his heir and was half annoyed and half impressed by her resistance. After all, resisting his will for this long meant that she had a strong spirit which would be an asset. To prevent the girl from breaking eventually, Talia asked Damian to convince her to give in as long as her father was still willing to humor her attitude.

Marinette grew to genuinely like Damian the more she got to know him. She had been at another base when Damian had been sent to live with his father for his own safety. To prevent Deathstroke from finding her, her bodyguard Kagami, the youngest of an old line of high class fighters, had hidden her with the help of an old acquaintance of Talia: Gina Dupain. Since then they have hidden in Paris, until one of the two missing miraculous became active and Ladybug and Ryuko decided to get the butterfly back to the box.

It takes a while until the Justice League learns about the situation and as soon as Damian/Robin hears about the two heroes, he knows who they are and he won’t accept not being there to help them. And neither will Tim, after he had a nap and is capable of putting two and two together.

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mae-dwrites · 2 months

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All I Need To See - Ao3

The moonlight filtered through from between the cloth curtains, and the light showed the dust floating in the dark room. The light crashing of the waves made the boat rock the slightest bit over and over, back and forth. The space was filled with the sweet smell of recent baking and black coffee.

Tim kicked off his boots once he had made it down the stairs and leaned against the counter with a tired smile. There sat two cups, one empty but with the stain of whatever coffee wouldn’t leave the mug. The second one was full of plain black coffee that was barely warm, next to it was sugar and creamer next to it.

Tim put the empty mug in the sink, put the sugar in the cupboard, and put the creamer back in the fridge. On the row below were a tupperware of some sort of bars and a cake in a container he didn’t remember having. He picked the sticky note from the tupperware.

Made some cappuccino swirl bars for the morning and that chocolate mousse you liked. Also coffee if you needed! Didn’t know if you wanted plain or sugary this night.

Tim shut the fridge, lightly rubbing the little heart on the corner of the note. He made his way over the selves before their room and picked up the book under his camera, flipping it open to the closest blank page. Those would be all gone very soon, the thought wasn’t exactly a sentence but a vague idea his mind couldn’t quite put together, but he liked it.

He stuck the sticky note on the page, rubbing it down on the top to make sure it stayed. He closed the book setting it aside and took his camera out of its case. He crouched down by just a few inches to level himself with the cup, he moved the setting without much thought other than the goal of taking the perfect photo.

He straightened his back looking at the photo, squinting but nodding finding it perfect. He’d be sure to get some pictures of what she’d made in the mourning after he’d rested. Tim put his camera away and got to get ready for bed.

After showering and changing he looked at the coffee again, and he pushed it closer to the wall. He’d drink it in the morning, even if it was cold.

He opened the door to see Marinette asleep, her hair sprawled out, one of her legs crossing his side of the bed, and one hand resting on his pillow. His sleepy eyes softened at the sight of her, it reminded him of the time she’d convinced him to go swimming. She’d let her hair loose and kept dragging him in just so she could splash him with water over and over.

They’d chased each other with sand and looked for little pods to see sea life. He’d taken some of his favorite photos that day, but the best moments he didn’t capture. The best he could get was holding them in his memory for as long as his mind would allow.

He sighed contently before carefully situating himself in the bed. He moved her hand gently closer to her face and slid under the blanket, he was attentive in the way he brought his legs next to her.

His hand was light on her face as he brushed the hair that had slowly started to fall on her unconscious face. He watched as the strands passed through his fingers. His heart tightened remembering running his hands through her hair after a fight. She’d been mad about him being reckless, too selfless, how she couldn’t handle that.

Tim swallowed at the memory, blinked rapidly, and let his hand rest on her cheek. In this lighting they were invisible, but he could place each and every freckle that went across her face. His hand slowly went down her jaw to the scar that never should have happened. A scar he’d apologized for a million times for not preventing, and every time she would hold his face and tell him there were worse things to endure.

His fingers dragged across her jaw to her chin, and let his thumb stop on her bottom lip. Tim yawned, his eyes watering as they almost screwed shut, he felt her lip move under his thumb. When he opened his eyes bright ones looked at him fondly, and were joined by a small smile on her lips.

Tim’s breath caught as she gently took his hand from her chin and brought his fingers to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to them.

Marinette didn’t have to say anything, and neither did Tim. Every action conveyed so much more than they could possibly try to explain.

Marinette let their hands rest between them, her eyes were so tired but she’d chosen to stay up for him. He was right in front of her, and that’s exactly what she’d been waiting for. She let her eyes fall shut with the peace of knowing Tim was home.

Tim kissed her hairline and let his forehead rest on hers.

Neither of them could really bring themselves to care about anything outside of that boat, as they both fell asleep with soft snores.

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the-coffee-fandom · 4 months

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One Two Three Spill The Tea

By: The Coffee Fandom

Warnings: None

Pairing: Tim x Marinette

Rating: General

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Marinette is tired of Paris and its drama. She doesn’t really need to deal with it though, so maybe she won’t anymore.

Her boyfriend is more than happy to help with that.

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Marinette picked at the petals of the bud sat before her, a small pile of white gathering on her desk. A small huff of air could send them flying though.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Marinette didn’t blink, didn’t flinch, didn’t make a single acknowledgment of the hand slapped to her desk that sent each delicate petal up into the air in a small gust of wind, twirling their way to the floor or across her desk. She plucked another petal and dropped it, uncaringly, back into the spot the others had once sat to remake the pile.

A throat cleared above her. She chose not to hear.

“Marinette.”

She finally brought her eyes up to meet an almost…nervous gray. They softened ever so slightly when they met.

“Sorry for…” he made a motion with his hands, gesturing to the mess he made.

She nodded, choosing not to speak.

Kim cleared his throat and nodded slightly, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, “I was just wondering… why are you murdering the flower?”

She shrugged, “killing time.”

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kashlyn · 2 years

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"Cute🐈‍⬛"

Winter. What better season to cuddle with your green eyed, cat-like boyfriend that is still getting used to the magic affecting his very being?

As everyone surrounded their favorite dark blue haired parisian who's beauty can rival those of a fairy, the green eyed youngest member of the family nuzzled his head into her neck.

After the incident that happened last week, the family that stayed in the large mansion called The Wayne Manor, consisting of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, and Damian Wayne, grew a dislike for the cold. For it made their resident magic user go into a deep sleep that they feared was death.

And so, the butler of the family, Alfred Pennyworth, suggested the idea for everyone to move to the head of the house's study, which had a fireplace that could warm them up.

Dick took a particular liking to the idea, as he dashed to his room, grabbed a bunch of soft pillows, blankets, and snacks and ordered his younger siblings to start making a pillow fort that is not too close to the fire to burn, yet not too far so Damian's beloved can still feel warm and cozy.

Currently, everyone is lounging around the fire inside the fort, making sure the girl with pink pajamas named Marinette is kept warm at all costs So she would not fall into hibernation.

No one knows when it happened, but the pets also joined in with the family as they enjoyed each other's company in silence.

No yelling.

No screaming.

No fighting.

No knives.

Just comfortable silence around the fire as it snowed outside.

As the boys heard the purring of a cat, they just assumed that it was the cat named Alfred that did so, especially because the said cat was seated in his master's lap.

… But Marinette knew better.

After all, she was right beside him as he did so.

"Dami, did you just… Did you just purr?"

And like that, the comfortable silence became awkward, neither knowing how to react.

"I do believe he did, Miss. Marinette. Quite adorably too, may I add." Alfred the human confirmed as a fond smile graced his aging face.

The girl practically jumped from her seat into her lover's arms. "Omg Dami, that really was cute!! Ah! I'm sorry I moved! Are you still comfortable? You were just so cute I couldn't help myself" Marinette, unaffected by the bafflement of everyone else from the family, said while fussing over her boyfriend.

Damian on the other hand, was red faced with embarrassment, affection at his angel's fussing, and anger as he saw the look on his brother, Jason's, face.

Knowing he can't disagree with both Alfred and Marinette without disrespecting the former and hurting the feelings of the latter, he simply glared at his brothers, daring them to say anything.

"Very Cute"

Unfortunately for him, he was not expecting his elder sister, Cass, whom he respected more than most, to chime in.

This caused the rest of the family to break their silence and began teasing their youngest. Or in Dick and his father's case, gushing and documenting the adorable display by accessing the room's CCTV so thy can both have a copy of the moment. (unknown to them, Tim was doing the same but with completely different motivations)

Weeks passed, the incident almost forgotten by the family and only being reminded when Mari starts calling her boyfriend "My Dark Kitten".

Until Red Hood, in all his glory, just had to make his brother's life worse.

At first he started telling people how much he admired Dick, next he praised Tim's brain in front of the whole Justice League (really, that should have raised the flags for Damian), and finally he discussed how he was glad to have been taken in by the Batman, himself. (With this, even more so!)

It started off as a normal meeting at first, with the elder members talking about updates and how they can help the situation in paris to help the people heal from the emotional terrorist that they suffered from.

But then the current robin started urging people to get a certain class out of the city and have a vacation that he was convinced they needed.

Of course, none of the members of the JL (other than Wonder Woman and the Bat clan) knew that that class consists of most members of the Miracle Team but most of them already knew the identity of Robin and the Batfam and so Jason began his master plan.

"Aww that's cute, Demon spawn. Just admit you just want to see your angel"

The whole league froze (including Jon, who was also there), wondering if Red Hood had another death wish because he called Robin cute of all things.

"Tsk. What are you implying, incompetent bafoon?" Unsheathing his Katana, Robin glared at Red Hood. "I am nothing of the sort, you imbe-"

"So are you saying A was WRONG?" The ex street kid, mocked. "That your angel was LYING…"

And finally, with a smirk, unseen by the people without x-ray vision because of his red helmet, he finished with the nickname that would create chaos for years to come.

"Dark Kitten~"

By now Robin was seething with anger. But he couldn't enact on his feelings because doing so would mean agreeing on the questions his adoptive brother pushed forward.

Around them, the entirety of the League was preparing themselves for a fight. Expecting the bat's youngest to attack the ex crime lord.

When nothing came, Jon was practically shaking in fear while the meme "no one plans a murder outloud" was playing in his brain.

"Don't worry, Demon Spawn! Your anger is just making you more adorable! Aww~" Hood kept taunting.

By now, Batman continued with the meeting, ignoring his two green eyed children… and the rest of his children that started joining in.

Sigh why did he get the feeling that this was a petty revenge from three people that were constantly cleaning up their messes?

More time passed as the rest of the Bat family kept calling Robin Cute or Dark Kitten.

There was even one incident that Spoiler accidentally called him Dark Kitten while she joined Robin for patrol, which got confused looks from the rogues at first but then they started calling him that too (even if he wasn't currently dressed up as a cat).

Rogues calling him that got so frequent that he just snapped and yelled, "DO NOT CALL ME DARK KITTEN! I AM HER DARK KITTEN! ONLY MY BELOVED ANGEL CAN CALL ME THAT!!" Which became viral after a random civilian was able to take a video of it and posted it on multiple platforms.

And thus, when Damian finally dropped the mantle of Robin, and started wearing an assassin themed leather suit with a cat-eared hood, everyone already knew what his new name was.

Dark Kitten, along with Ladybug, became a power duo that was known to roam the land in search of different accessories while beating thugs and creating peace along the way.

Even so, people never really stopped calling him cute throughout the years.

And maybe… Just maybe… He has really gotten attached used to the compliment.

But don't tell his brothers that or you may end up in your grave a little early.

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marauderundercover · 2 years

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Hanging By a Thread (2)

Strolling into the kitchen, Jason freezes as he reaches for a muffin. Dark hair, blue eyes- the old man had gone and adopted another one. Without telling him. Which totally didn’t hurt. Not at all. He didn’t care about the number of people living at Wayne Manor. Nope. He just came over for baked goods. Jason continues his reach for the muffin, grabbing one and pulling his arm back before raising an eyebrow at the kid.

“How long’ve you been here?” He asks, plopping down at one of the stools next to her.

“What time is it?” She asks, exhaustion clear in her voice. Jason blinks, but glances at his watch.

“It’s almost six.” He says. She slumps further down in her seat.

“A little over an hour.” She says with a sigh. Jason frowns.

“You’ve only been here an hour?” He asks, and she nods. Why the hell would Bruce adopt a new kid, bring her home, and then be nowhere around only an hour after the kid came back? He starts to ask her about it, then stops. “I’m Jason, by the way.” Her mouth twitches up slightly into a tiny smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.” Marinette introduces herself and Jason nods at her.

“Ah, Master Jason, I see you’ve met Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, suddenly walking into the kitchen. Jason nods, shoving the rest of the muffin in his mouth before Alfred can chastise him for ruining his dinner.

“Sure did, Alfie. Anyone else know about the munchkin?” He asks, snorting at the affronted look on Marinette’s face.

“Of course. I did ask Master Bruce before I agreed to watch over Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, and Jason frowns. Hold on a minute-

“Are you the one who adopted Marinette?” Jason asks, eyes wide in shock. Marinette huffs out a laugh as Alfred raises an eyebrow.

“Heavens, no. Miss Marinette is the granddaughter of a friend. She needed a place to stay, and so she is here.” Alfred pauses, frowning for a moment. “Perhaps it is best that you tell your brothers before dinner.” He adds, gesturing towards the oven timer that was quickly ticking down. Jason thinks of Damian first, and how much the kid would hate to be blindsided, and almost decides to just let it happen. Then he glances at Marinette again, and sees how tired the kid looks, all the tension in her shoulders.

“Yeah. I’ll go do that.” Jason finally says, pushing off of the stool. “Welcome to Gotham, kid.” He adds, giving Marinette a grin before heading deeper into the Manor to find his brothers. Poking his head into the library first, he waves at Duke, who glances up from the papers scattered in front of him with a frazzled look on his face.

“Why did no one tell me that college was like this?” He asks, frowning.

“Because none of the rest of us went to college.” Jason says with a snort. Duke winces. “Well, Bruce did, I guess. But he dropped out.”

“Sorry, I just-” Duke stops, sighing. “I went two weeks without any sort of homework. And then all of my classes assigned stuff at the same time. It’s madness.”

“Speaking of madness-” Jason starts and Duke gives him a look. “Alfred is watching a kid for one of his friends and she’s staying here for an undetermined amount of time.” Jason rushes out. Duke blinks.

“Did… did Alfred catch Bruce’s adoption bug?” He asks. Jason shakes his head, grinning.

“No, but we better hope the kid has good parents. Otherwise, Bruce is definitely gonna try to adopt her.” He says. Duke sighs.

“Of course he will. You need help finding everyone else?” He asks, Jason considers taking him up on his offer, then glances at the pile of homework surrounding the kid.

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Jason says, giving Duke a small salute before walking out of the library. His siblings weren’t always at the Manor. In fact, the only two who lived there constantly at this point were Duke and Damian. And while Duke was (mostly) normal and enjoyed living in the Manor, Damian was definitely a Gremlin who preferred the Cave. Who knows, maybe the kid had grown up enough that he wouldn’t act like an actual hellion when Jason breaks the news.

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Jason ducks, dodging another projectile from the demon spawn.

“Damian! Stop throwing things at Jason!” Dick yells, trying to get between them.

“Do we have to all be down here? Yelling? I’m trying to work on a case!” Tim complains from his spot at the computer. Jason huffs.

“I was trying to be a good citizen. Didn’t want you all scaring the shit outta the kid upstairs. She looks stressed enough without you all behind dumbasses.” He retorts, glaring at Damian as the kid throws another batarang towards him.

“But Bruce didn’t adopt her?” Dick asks. Jason shakes his head.

“Nope. This one is all on Alfie. Apparently she’s the granddaughter of some lady he knew back in England.” He says. Damian purses his lips.

“As long as she stays out of my way, we won’t have a problem.” He says firmly. Jason rolls his eyes.

“She’s a literal kid, Damian. Give her a break.” He says. Before Damian can argue, the intercom on the wall chirps.

“Dinner is ready. Please wash up and make your way to the dining room.” Alfred’s voice rings. Jason rushes out of the cave so that he could see the looks on his brother’s faces when they see the kid for the first time. Rushing into the dining room, he freezes, his jaw dropping. Marinette and Duke were already in there, obviously, but so was Bruce. And suddenly, things that he didn’t notice earlier are all he can notice. Like the fact that Marinette and Bruce have the same exact eye color. It’s not just ‘oh she has blue eyes’, like with most of his brothers. No, the color is identical. And their noses were painfully similar.

“Jason, come take a seat.” Bruce says, glancing over from his conversation with Marinette. Jason schools his face into a neutral expression before taking Damian’s usual seat in the hopes that he could force the gremlin to sit next to Marinette. He had a theory. Making eye contact with Duke, he subtly tilts his head towards Bruce, then Marinette. Duke nods once. This was insane. Dick and Tim walk in next, and Jason watches as they both freeze, too. So it wasn’t just him. Had Alfred noticed? Did Bruce notice? Tim and Dick both sit, thankfully leaving the seat directly next to Marinette open. Damian walks into the room and huffs, sending Jason a glare before plopping down next to Marinette. And if Jason’s theory is wrong, he’ll eat a damn shoe. Because despite the fact that Damian’s skin is a little darker, and his eyes are green instead of blue, he and Marinette look related. And with Marinette right between Bruce and Damian, it was almost impossible to miss. Bruce had a lot of explaining to do.

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