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Forever Yours

It was bad. She knew it had to be bad. Why else wouldn't they have heard anything? Why else would they keep her... them! Keep them in the dark? They wouldn't. Unless there was a reason not to tell them... like something really bad had happened and they were trying to mitigate the fallout.

This was far from Adrien’s first mission for the Justice League. They both frequently worked with various members. It wasn’t even his first mission without Marinette. In fact, they went on missions without one another a lot. But there was just something about going on a two-person mission behind the Order’s worst enemy’s lines with someone neither Adrien nor Marinette knew well… or fully trusted if she was being honest, that kicked up the nerves.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. “Two hours max”, they said. “In and out,” they said. “No real danger,” they lied. But that was twelve hours and quite a few anxiety spirals ago. The muscles in her hands were starting to cramp from her fidgeting, her fingers curling and flexing over and over like a compulsion. She had paced around Mia’s apartment so many times, the carpet was beginning to show an indent from her perpetual path.

“It’ll be fine,” Dick assured her. “Lack of information doesn't mean anything. It's just standard operating procedure, really, especially for Constantine.”

Marinette shot him a flat, almost disgusted look. “It’s standard procedure when something goes wrong,” she explained slowly, annoyance starting to seep through. “No contact for twelve hours on a ‘two hour max’ mission, is NOT standard operating procedure.”

Dick held up his hands. “I’m just saying I don’t think there’s a reason to panic yet.”

Zatanna sighed almost grudgingly. She glared at Dick as she spoke up. “I will admit, missions with Constantine often end like this. Things get off track and I don’t think he ever communicates with anyone. It’s kind of a blackout whenever you go out with him.”

Dick rapidly in agreement. “Exactly! It isn’t worth the worry. I just think you should take a breath, let it out slowly, and relax.” To his credit, Marinette did stop pacing, but it was to stare dumbfounded at him.

Meanwhile, Roy let out a loud breath, almost a scoff, and dropped his head, but Mia was far more vocal. “Did you just tell her to calm down?” she demanded. “While she’s in the middle of an anxiety attack?”

Dick looked around, eyes wide. “What? No!” He whipped around to face her. “I would never… I just thought… It’s not productive to just pace here. I thought maybe you might want to go home and relax.”

“Maybe you should go home,” Marinette snapped.

He looked around helplessly for anybody to back him up but nobody would meet his eyes, everyone looking determinedly away. Finally, he nodded and took a seat meekly. Marinette glared a few more seconds before returning to her circuit and abusing her lips and hands once again.

Roy watched her make a few more rounds before reaching his limit. If she chewed any harder on her lip, she was going to draw blood. Marinette was declining and he was not about to just sit back and let it continue. Her purse had been tossed onto the coffee table in front of her so he took the opportunity to search through it until he found what he was looking for. Like any artist, there was a sundry assemblage of drawing utensils at the bottom of her bag, always ready for when inspiration strikes and always too caught up in the euphoria of capturing their vision to put it away properly.

There were colored pencils, pens, markers, acrylic based markers, paint sticks, he even found a few crayons that he knew were likely for Alya’s infant. He rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out his target. He waited until she passed by again to grab her arm and pull her onto the couch next to him. She barely had a chance to scowl at him and snap, before he held the Sharpie from her bag out to her with one hand. The other hand he settled across her lap, his bare, clean forearm facing up.

Marinette looked between the sharpie and his forearm, her brow furrowing further with each flick. She finally lifted her eyes to his, the furrow deeply embedded and a light frown pulling down her lips. “What are you doing?”

“You’re freaking out,” he said, like that was in any way an adequate or even logical answer to her question. She blinked at him, utterly dumbfounded. The completely nonsensical nature of his response knocked her out of her anxiety spiral, at least temporarily, allowing her to focus on his words. But being able to focus didn’t help at all because no matter how much she focused on his words, she couldn’t make sense of it. When she still hadn’t responded after a while, he continued, “You relax when you draw. I don’t have paper, but you can use my skin.”

Her eyes flickered back and forth between his face and his forearm. “What?”

He waved the sharpie again and motioned toward his forearm, flexing it as he did to accentuate it. “Use my arm as your canvas. Get your anxiety out with it.”

“Really?” she asked uncertainly. “Are you sure?”

He smirked and leaned closer as he waggled his eyebrows. “I mean, I’m willing to give you other ways to work out your anxiety…” he chuckled at the scowl she shot him, but his expression quickly softened into something more sincere. “You can use me however you want, Fire Flower. If what you want to use me for is as a drawing pad, I’m here for you.”

Marinette groaned and rolled her eyes but shot him a small smile as she grabbed the sharpie and repositioned herself so she faced him. He could see it as soon as she got into position, the way her mind instantly settled, and a calm washed over her. It was like the sharpie flipped a switch in her and gave her mind purpose. Her entire body relaxed. All the tension that had been building up for hours dissolved once she had a focus.

The moment the felt tip touched his skin, he could feel her exhale. She held the sharpie in the spot for just a moment before gliding it up into a delicate but simple design. She was drawing for a few minutes before he heard a whispered, “Thank you.”

The grateful tone in her voice, and maybe the way she was almost sitting in his lap or the way he could feel each exhale fan out over his skin, spread a warmth through his body like a wildfire. He leaned forward to drop a lingering kiss on the crown of her head. “Always,” he whispered into her hair.

Her hand faltered slightly at the contact, disrupting the line she had been drawing and breaking the perfect stroke, but she recovered almost flawlessly. She almost seemed unaffected by the move otherwise, but after a few more seconds, she leaned her body against him and rested her head on his chest. The movement almost seemed thoughtless, like a natural movement, made without taking her focus from her art.

She was too focused to notice the reaction in the room to their intimate proximity, but Roy wasn’t. He was all too aware of the looks and knowing smiles. It was a familiar sight. Because this was a familiar position for them. Not the drawing on the skin, but the familiarity and affection. He had been harassed more than once about it. But it hadn’t worked yet, and it wasn’t going to work that night either. He glared at them with a one finger salute to make sure they knew it too.

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It had been two weeks since Adrien had returned from his mission, a bit disheveled, a bit tired, and quite a bit traumatized. But he had returned. And most surprisingly, uninjured… physically anyway. He still shuddered whenever he saw a headband and Marinette was positive she did not want to know the story behind that trauma. Perhaps more disturbingly, since that mission she would occasionally find him staring blankly until she would shake him out of it.

So that night, there was a new mission: Cheer Adrien Up. All of their friends in the area were invited to the party. She’d ordered his favorite food and gotten Adrien’s favorite games and movies ready, she was even considering letting him win a few of them… maybe.

Maybe not. Because not everybody else seemed to have that perspective. A few… okay, maybe just one, brought their competitive spirit and once they started, she just couldn’t back down, especially when Roy started trash talking her.

That was NOT something she could let slide. Roy didn’t need the ego boost and she refused to give up her gaming crown.

They were midway though their sixth head-to-head battle, everyone else having decided watching them play was far more fun than playing themselves, controllers held so tightly knuckles were white, both sitting on the very edge of their seats and still leaning forward to get closer, eyes for nothing but the screen and each other, and yet somehow the tension was getting even higher.

She smirked at him when a particularly creative combination caught him off guard and knocked his player down quite a few percentage points. Unwilling to back down, he narrowed his eyes and pushed his sleeves up to remove any distractions. However, the result was the opposite. Marinette stared at his arm, the controller going lax in her hands. She didn’t even notice when the game ended announcing his first win. Roy jumped up and yelled in celebration, turning to Marinette to rub it in, but froze at the look on her face. Her eyes snapped to his and without saying a word, she grabbed him and dragged him out of the room, still oblivious to the whispers and grins of the people around them.

She pulled him into her room, her hand a vice grip on his wrist. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she rounded on him and shoved his sleeve up to his elbow before he could even react, exposing his newly healed, freshly inked forearm. She stared at it for a few seconds, her eyes following the lines before lifting them up to him accusatorily. “Is this… Did you get my drawing tattooed on your arm?”

“Yeah, a few weeks ago.” He grinned proudly at her, not oblivious to her accusatory glare, if anything, it made his grin widen. “Like it?”

Her face scrunched in an incredulous expression. The action itself was baffling, but the cocky reaction was driving her from bewilderment to indignation. “Why did you get this?”

His smile stayed firmly in place, but it eased into something softer. “I liked it,” he shrugged like it was a no-brainer, an obvious resolution. “I liked the way it looked on my skin, so I inked it.”

She let out a long-suffering breath, something of a cross between a sigh and a groan and pulled his arm closer to study it. The tattoo was an almost perfect replica of her design. The intensity of brush strokes was duplicated, heavier where she’d pushed harder with the marker, thinner where she’d almost ghosted the marker over his skin. Her fingers traced the design with an almost reverent wonder. She paused at an irregularity in an otherwise smooth, unbroken line. “You even got where I messed up,” she murmured.

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged, extremely careful not to dislodge his arm from her grasp. “It’s part of the memory. It’s one of my favorite parts of the design, actually,” he added quietly.

She continued to stare at the imperfection, almost transfixed for a few moments before finally lifting her eyes to his, stealing the breath from his lungs from the awestricken look in her eyes. He raised his other arm to wrap around her waist but dropped it when she finally spoke before he could make contact. “What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded, her voice low and hissing.

He quirked his head to the side at the unexpected tone, taking a second to ascertain if she was serious. “It’s beautiful and I want a piece of you on me forever…” he dropped his eyes to his tattoo, not only as a way to avoid her eyes but to seek a source of reinforcement before continuing with a bit more vulnerability than he usually showed, “and maybe I wanted you to mark me.”

It took a few seconds before he looked up to meet her eyes, hoping to see an affectionate gaze, but instead Marinette was staring daggers at him. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said!” she exclaimed, shoving his arm back at him. She paced away and ran her hands through her hair before turning back to him, her eyes no longer blazing, now closer to pleading. “You’re a hero! You have incredibly dangerous enemies! You can’t just…” she motioned helplessly toward his arm then threw her arms up in the air in frustration. “If someone saw that, they’d know who you were. They could trace your identity because of me!”

He stared at her dumbfounded for a few seconds before chuckling. Cautiously, he approached her like he was afraid she might run away… or hit him. “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever done and you’re yelling at me?” he asked incredulously, eyes dancing with mirth.

“Dying is not romantic!” she yelled, pushing him away. “You could get hurt because of me. It would be my fault you were hurt!” His chuckles died down at the tortured look in her eyes and the desperate tone to her voice.

He moved to her instantly, wrapping his arms around her before he’d even thought about it, unwilling to let her suffer at all, especially if he could comfort her. He held her tighter when she didn’t pull away. After a few moments he leaned back and ducked his head to catch her gaze. “Marinette, Baby, have you seen my other tattoos?” he asked softly. “Fire Flower, if I was going to get recognized for a tattoo, it’s probably the massive, conspicuous ones on my completely exposed biceps, not the one covered by my gloves that are part of my costume and that I never skip when I go out.”

She stared at him looking for the lie in his words. Finding none, she shook her head and looked down gathering her thoughts, which clearly didn’t go in his favor based on her dipping out of his embrace and groaning. “Roy, we’re not even together!”

His mouth lifted into a smile. That response meant she had accepted that she hadn’t put him in danger. Now, he just needed to convince her that he knew what his action implied and he meant it. “We don’t need to be together for me to love you,” he answered simply.

Marinette opened her mouth then closed it again with a groan and ran her hands through her hair. “You can’t just say things like that,” she whined.

He edged towards her again as his smile morphed into something closer to a smirk. “The truth?”

“Yes! No! Wait.” She let out an exasperated huff then pouted at his widening grin. She shoved him again, but with much less conviction this time. “Stop smiling at me!”

He stepped closer to her, a move that forced her to crane her neck in order to continue to meet his eyes. “No. I like when you get flustered.” He ghosted a finger over her cheek, keeping his touch just shy of making contact but close enough she could feel the movement in the air. His eyes met hers in an intense gaze. “I like everything about you.”

The air left her lungs when he finally made fiery contact, running his knuckles along her jaw this time. His eyes roamed over her face like he was memorizing every curve and contour, they caught on her cheeks when they flared the most delectable shade of pink, the shade quickly became his favorite color, until he met her eyes again and remembered that shade of blue was his favorite.

“Even if we never get together, I know I’ll always care about you. You will always be important to me. You are already carved into my soul. The tattoo might be more visible, but that?” He laid a hand over his heart and shook his head adoringly. “There’s no amount of time or separation or drifting apart or conflict that will take that away. I won’t regret this. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next year, not next lifetime.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, his heart racing when she went to him easily. “Do you know why that irregularity in the line is my favorite part of the design?” It seemed like it took her a few seconds for her to snap out of her trance and register his words. She shook her head slowly, refusing to break eye contact. “Because it happened as a reaction to me. I did that. I had that effect on you. My kiss did. It was the moment I knew.”

“Knew what?” she asked, her voice soft, almost like she was afraid anything rougher would burst their intimate bubble.

“That I had to act,” he answered in the same tone. “I got the tattoo because I wanted you forever on my body, like you’re forever in my heart, and what I want now is you forever in my life. I’m tired of waiting for the exact right moment for it to happen. I’m tired of waiting for fate or destiny or whatever is out there to provide. I’m taking my fate. I’m creating my own destiny and that’s you. A lifetime of happiness and teasing and laughter and loving together.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear to give her a few moments to let his words sink in, let her internalize them, and consider them fully. “The question is, what do you want?”

She stared at him dumbfounded. The idea of acting was scary. They had always danced along the edge of doing more, flirting with each other and with crossing the line. They’d always shied away just before tipping over. There was so much that was at risk if they did. They were always together, either as part of their larger friend group or by themselves. If anything happened, Marinette didn’t know how she would be able to experience each day. But the prospect of not acting was even more terrifying.

She pushed up to brush her lips against his tentatively. Even after his most ardent declaration, she was still apprehensive of how he would react, terrified he would suddenly realize this wasn’t what he wanted. She wasn’t what he wanted. But before her mind could sabotage her, he wound his hand behind her head, running his fingers into her hair and pulling her harder against him to intensify the kiss. His lips moved greedily against hers like he was afraid he would never get the chance again, almost devouring her. She responded instantly, pulling his body against hers by his shirt then sliding her hands up his chest in part to settle the electricity that was humming through her veins.

After a long, highly pleasurable, while he pulled away just enough to press his forehead to hers, his breathing, like hers, ragged. “I think I want that,” she panted. She opened her eyes to find his already staring at her. The hope in his eyes stole her breath and steeled her resolve. “I want that version of forever.”

His responding grin lit up the dim room. “Let’s start tonight. Will you go on a date with me?”

She opened her mouth to respond but instead of her voice, Adrien’s floated through the apartment. “Dinner’s here!” She snickered and dropped her head to his chest for a few seconds before looking back up, resigned but happy. “I’d love to, tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Roy agreed. He pecked her lips quickly and led her out to the party, fingers intertwined and smile beaming.

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sarcasticbambi · 8 months

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Enchanted Chapter I

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“Why did I agree to come again?”

Was the thought running through the heads of two people, neither knowing how the night would end for them.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in one of these events, miss…”

“MDC, Monsieur. You can refer to me as MDC”

“Right… MDC you say…”

“...”

“So, what brings you to the Wayne Gala this year? Oh,I hope you understand the curiosity, it is the first time you’re participating in the event after all.”

Just because you make it sound polite, it doesn’t mean you’re actually being polite you-

To say Marinette was done with the fake and pretentious high-class pigs was the understatement of the century.

Just because you have enough money to be invited here doesn’t mean you’re all that. It just means that M. Wayne will have more money to donate to the associations that will actually use it for something productive.

But then again, she too was invited so it’s not like she can say much. However, she never covered her words with honey to insult someone.

“I’m here as M. Stone’s plus one” “Wasn’t M. Stone’s plus one his manager Ms. Rolling?”

“No! Haven’t you heard? This year he invited his designer!”

Here comes the gossip…

“You mean the very exclusive designer known for working with Clara Nightingale and being the only one capable of keeping up with his extravagant personality?”

“I hear they keep themselves anonymous and so never go to galas and such even though many high-profile personalities invite them everytime.”

“THAT designer?”

The way they all turned to look at her could only be described as a predator ready to launch on their prey.

The compliments were very appreciated, even if her confidence sometimes made her think otherwise. Honestly, if it were in any other situation she’d probably be a blushing and sputtering mess, but considering that it came from these old people with nothing to do but flaunt their money all day, well, lets just say that she felt no remorse in putting the mask of professionalism that often came with dealing with annoying press *cough*Alya*cough* as Ladybug. She just wasn’t sure if the red and gold mask was enough to cover the glare she was sure was on her face. It sure wasn’t enough to cover the deadly annoyed aura she emitted.

“Yes, I-”

“M! There you are! Dad and Penny are looking for you!”

“Oh, Luka! I’ll be right with you! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems I’m needed somewhere else. Wouldn’t want to leave M. Stone waiting now would we?”

If Marinette saw the pale faces of the people remembering a certain disaster pertaining to the impatience of one Jagged Stone, neither her nor Luka mentioned anything. And so, the pair of best friends left the group of pretentious old people to their gossip and judging words covered with honey so thick it might as well give you cavities. “Is Uncle Jagged really calling for me?”

“No, but I had to intervene, you looked ready to murder those people with your glare alone!” Luka said with a chuckle. “Ugh! Stop laughing, it’s not funny! Why did I even agree to come again! This is exactly why I’ve rejected all of the invitations!!”

“Well, you know how dad can be…” another chuckle

“Don’t I?! He threatened to destroy one of the suits I made him! And not just any suit, but the one specifically made to open the stage on his upcoming tour!”

“It can’t be that bad, I mean, you made them almost 100% Jagged proof so no accidents could happen right? Even if he tried I’m pretty sure it’d be very difficult to damage them beyond repair”

“Oh no, you don't understand. He threatened to have Fang “play” with the suit! I may have made them Jagged proof, but they’re hardly CROCODILE PROOF!!”

“... You don’t really believe he’d go that far,do you?”

“Oh dear Luka, I don’t need to believe, I know so. And you want to know how I know that? Because he actually had the audacity of sending a picture of the suit dangling in front of Fang and the little menace looking at it like the most delicious snack ever!!!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The silence that fell upon them was the comfortable kind, the one that wraps you like a warm blanket on a cold evening. Even though their relationship didn’t work, they didn’t let that get in the way of a very understanding friendship. Both parties know how to appreciate and lift each other up when needed, especially with the weight of the responsibilities held in their shoulders.

“I think I'm going to stay on the side for a bit. I'm pretty sure if I have to continue another one of these fake conversations, I'm going to say or do something I'll regret and maybe get Uncle Jagged in trouble.”

“It’s ok, after a couple months of following dad to these things I know how bad they can be. And by the way, you - more than anyone else really - should know that my dad doesn’t need you being honest with these people to get him in trouble. He gets himself in trouble all the time! Honestly, I can't say with 100% certainty that trouble isn’t somehow his middle name.” The snort that followed this comment was somehow covered well enough to look elegant, how he did it? She’s still trying to figure it out.

“Yeah, I’m well aware” a soft smile appears on Marinette’s face, memories of various chaotic fittings coming to mind when thinking of her honorary uncle. Sometimes she wonders how Jagged and Anarka managed to give birth to the most quiet (and shy, in Juleka’s case) kids she knows, considering their personalities! Kagami is the only exception to the rule since her quietness and composure comes from years of training and discipline.

“I have to go find dad, you know he needs someone to keep him in check and Penny is trying to get a night to herself. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

“Yes, I'll be fine. Go find him and help Penny keep the few years that Jagged has yet to make her lose to stress” Marinette said with a giggle.

“Ok, but be safe. If you need anything just call and I’ll be right here.”

“I didn’t know I brought my mum with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes “Don’t worry, I’ll just stay on the side of the room, I’ll even text you if I decide to go and check if the gardens are as amazing as they claim.”

“Ok. I’ll see you in a bit then, you know dad wants to introduce you to his friend.”

“Oui, oui, now leave so I can people watch and judge if these macarons are good enough.”

After one last reluctant look at the petite girl he now considers a sister, Luka left to find his dad.

Marinette walks to the table holding the array of snacks and picks up a pink macaron, turning it side to side judging its appearance first and then taking a small bite. It’s not as good as the ones she bakes with her parents back home, but considering all she has eaten in the US in the past week, suffice to say that it was up to her standards. She would not mind having a second one.

Resting her back against the marble pillar at the corner of the room, she settles with people watching for the time being. Wandering bluebell eyes land on the group of kids on the other side of the room where they were playing with each other, before spotting the tall ginger gentleman in a crouch speaking with a little girl. At first she was suspicious, but judging by the little she can see of the interaction - the little girl giggling at something the man said - she relaxes a bit more, guessing it’s someone she knows or is acquainted with.

After people watching for a couple moments more, she gets bored and decides to indeed check the famous Martha Wayne Gardens, perhaps she’ll even get a strike of inspiration, who knows. Sending a message to Luka so he doesn’t worry, she moves along to the exit, unaware of the little green eyes following her form.

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Roy Harper was definitely not listening to Jason Todd ever again. No matter what.

“It’ll be fun!” he said.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time!” he said.

“Lian will have fun!” he said-

Ok, that last one is true. She is enjoying herself and playing with kids her age outside of school. But still, WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO ONE OF THESE THINGS? The suits are uncomfortable, the people are annoying, Jason is off somewhere (probably at the bar avoiding the dangling pieces of meat that can’t seem to understand the word ‘no’) the list goes on and on!

Turning around, Roy leaves to go check on the kids. He knows he doesn’t need to worry, the Waynes would obviously only get the best of the best, security included, so he knows his daughter is in good hands. But he still prefers it when he has eyes on his little girl, no need for unnecessary troubles…

And Jason can make fun of how she has him wrapped around her pinky all he wants, later.

Not like you can say much right, Uncle Jay Jay?

Going up to the little kids group, Lian spots him immediately and runs up to him, mischief clear in the same green eyes he sees everyday in the mirror.

“Hey baby. Everything good?”

“Of course daddy, I’m a big girl now! You don't need to go around worrying about me!” she exclaimed, puffing her little chest up and making herself seem taller to get her point across.

“I know princess. I’m sorry for doubting your capability of not getting yourself in trouble or not creating chaos”

“*le gasp* Daddy!” The grin that appeared on his face betrayed the look in his eyes. He would do anything to protect his little girl, mischievous or not. He’d do anything for her, hunt the whole world down for whatever she asked and from whoever had it, if only to be able to keep that smile on her little face everyday.

“I don’t get in trouble! Trouble is the one to always find me! What do you want me to do, ignore it? You yourself said that it was rude to ignore people..”

Oh Lord. She knew exactly what she was doing, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, so with a resigned sigh he looked up at his daughter again and cleans the little bit of cream from the pastry she was eating earlier.

“Was the cream puff so good that even your cheeks wanted a bite?”

“Yes! You should try some yourself!” The little giggle she released hid the glance she threw at the masked lady on the other side of the room.

“Let's go then.”

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Glancing around, the gardens were indeed quite beautiful. It’s a pity that Martha Wayne passed away, because even though it’s been years since the accident and someone else is in charge of it, it’s very obvious that the foundation of the garden is still the same as it was some twenty years ago.

With the care she is sure the gardens receive everyday, she can see why they’re called the best gardens in Gotham after the Gotham Botanical Gardens. But that is only because it’s Ivy who’s taking care of them - it doesn’t matter how good you may be at caring for plants, no one can beat Poison Ivy’s ability of bringing them to the best of their potential.

It’s not long after moving around the gardens that Marinette hears her name being shouted from the entrance of it.

guess it’s time to go back to that insanity. It was good while it lasted

Getting up from the bench she found around one of the several fountains, she fixed her dress and moved back inside.

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Seeing Lian try and “sneak” another cream puff from him, Roy decides that that’s enough.

“Come on little troublemaker, enough cream puffs. Your daddy won’t be able to endure another sugar high session.”

Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary people, this single statement brings forth the most challenging battle Roy has ever fought - and if you know about his… nightly past time, you know that he’s had several and very complicated battles, some even had him on the brink of death!

I introduce you, ‘The Pout’, by Lian Harper!

Obviously, Roy can never say no to his precious little girl. Who would be able to after seeing ‘The Pout’. At this point, not even Jason can say he’s managed to achieve such a feat!

“Princess, baby, light of my life, don’t do this to me. Please!”

“But daddy, just one more!” ‘The Pout’ intensifies…

“You said that last time too…”

“I promise! I’ll even get away from the table! We can go outside to the gardens!”

If Roy wasn’t so desperate to get his daughter away from the pastry and snacks table, he would have been able to identify the glint that appeared in his daughter’s eyes whenever she was up to no good. But alas, he was too busy.

“Ok honey, one last one and that’s that! You promised!”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s go into the gardens! I saw a fairy move there and I DEFINITELY need to meet her!”

“… a fairy?” The look of confusion on his face spoke volumes.

“YES! She was wearing a gold and red dress! And her hair was so pretty too! It shone in the light! I’m pretty sure only fairies’ hair shines like that!”

Thinking it was another one of Lian’s fairytail settings where he’s required to play along and help her uncover mysteries or save someone (*cough*princess Lian*cough*), Roy just sets her down, holds her hands and guides her to the closest balcony. It’s too cold outside for them to actually walk around the garden, but it’ll be fine to stay on the balcony where they can oversee them. Should be enough for whatever adventure Lian’s mind conjured this time.

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“Daddy look! It’s the fairy!”

Looking out the balcony towards where Lian's small fingers pointed, Roy finally understood what she meant when she said she saw a fairy.

There, standing in front of the fountain with a glass of what he can only assume to be the expensive champagne being handed around the party, stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. Luscious strands of midnight hair fell down her back only to stop at the small curvature of her back. The strands were so dark it shone blue in the light of the full moon that for once was visible in the dark, gloomy and foggy sky of good old Gotham.

Her red dress fell down to the crisp grass he was sure Alfred kept at the exact same even height every single time. Whoever made the dress, knew for sure what they were doing, because it seemed to float even though he saw it drag through the grass when she moved. Although there wasn't much he could make out from the distance he was observing her, he could still see the shine of the gold lining and details in the dress with the small movements she made.

And wasn't that a blessing. Because when she moved, he was able to see a bit more of her features; the pale skin that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, and the blue orbs that shone as bright as the bluest of sapphires to have ever been found, looked in his direction, and he was sure that time stopped right then and there.

Like some kind of spell, he was entranced by the beauty that stood feet away from him surrounded by the most beautiful of greenery, making her fit for the word his daughter had used to describe her: a fairy. A Garden Fairy. He should tell Alfred that he did such a good job at keeping the garden in shape, that it was blessed by the presence of the most ethereal of fairies.

After a couple seconds of eye contact, her attention was given to something else - probably someone calling her, from the way she seemed to react. And so, after another glance his way, the Garden Fairy (as he’s decided to call her until he finds out her name) turns fully towards the building and starts walking inside, finally vanishing under the big balcony he was standing in.

“Awww, she left Daddy!” his daughter spoke for the first time since getting into the balcony with him. Or he’s assuming it was the first time, since he was completely entranced by the Garden Fairy and would probably not have heard any comment from his daughter. Which, by her mischievous smirk, was a very accurate assumption.

“She was very pretty wasn’t she? I told you she was! Did you see her hair? I told you it was amazing! I also want hair like hers!!”

“Yes, yes she was. And you were very right, she does have pretty hair. Maybe we should get back inside to get away from the cold and maybe find this Garden Fairy of yours to get some hair tips?”

“That’s a great idea! Let’s go!”

Picking up the 6 years old, Roy turns around to head into the salon, when his daughter gets his attention again. And the look in her eyes? It spelled trouble.

“But Daddy, I never called her Garden Fairy!”

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#maribat #dc x mlb #roynette #marinette dupain cheng #roy harper #liam harper #wayne gala #wingman liam harper #wingman jason todd #jason todd is a little shit #fairies #marinette is MDC

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the-coffee-fandom · 9 months

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Roy: Hey

Marinette: *hums*

Roy: Is that for me? *points to a box on the side*

Marinette: *doesn’t look up* Yep

Roy: I’m sorry.

Marinette: I know.

Roy: Please look at me.

Marinette: …

Roy: *sighs and sits down*

Roy: Look, I know I asked but that is not what I meant.

Marinette: *finally looks up at him* What did you mean then?

Roy: *sighs and slowly reaches up, giving her time to back away if she pleases, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear*

Roy: Marinette… You are the most beautiful woman in the world that I have ever laid eyes on and that I ever will lay eyes on. Every moment with you I feel like I can finally breathe again, like I’m someone. Like I belong. You complete me. I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. Please… would you do me the honour of marrying me?

Marinette: *shocked silent*

Roy: *pulls a ring out of his pocket* Please?

Marinette: *throws herself into him to hug him* Yes

Roy: I take it you forgive me then?

Marinette: Almost.

Roy: I can live with that.

Roy: Now then… I think we have something to talk about though, don’t you think.

Marinette: *pulls away and wipes tears from her eyes smiling* What do you mean?

Roy: *eyes the table* That’s a lot of chocolate…

Marinette: *giggles* Happy Birthday Roy

Roy: *kisses her forehead* A happy birthday indeed.

#roynette #Happy Birthday Roy #maribat #mlb x dc #ttt2023 #is that for me? ttt2023 #i know i asked but this is not what i meant ttt2023 #that’s a lot of chocolate ttt2023 #Team Lucky Shot ttt2023 #maribat incorrect quotes

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Canon Logan’s Relations with the DC guys on their respective Maribat adventures:

Warning: This isn't salt directed at any of the characters. Logan is just too angsty, sassy, salty and b*tchy.

Spellboy: Okay, we might not exactly like each other, but, since Marinette, a.k.a Ladybug, is dating you, we will need to learn how to get along. Besides, we are both teen heroes, so…

Robin: You are nothing like me.

Spellboy: I beg your pardon!

Robin: I might look like a boy, but I am a professional.

Spellboy: I have no idea of why a bird costume colored like a traffic sign makes you more professional then me, but, sure, if you say so. *rolling his eye*

Robin: *aims his sword at Spellboy*

Spellboy: *aims his scepter back*

Chat Noir: … well, at least they tried to talk this time.

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Adrien: Uhm, what are they doing?

Marinette: Logan and Tim spent the whole night awake trying to find out Hawk Moth’s secret identity.

Tim: *drank like… 55 cups of coffee* okay, bear with me. What if the museum guy is Hawk Moth.

Logan: *drank like 50 cups of coffee* it makes sense, he was never akumatized!

Marinette: In one hand, they are highly efficient together… on the other, I feel like they encourage each other’s self-destructive behaviors.

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Logan: What’s that smell?

Jason: Cigarettes. I smoke.

Logan: Not a very healthy habit, is it?

Jason: Look, starlight guy, I face the scum of humanity every day, and that’s what annoys you.

Logan: No. What annoys me is that my friend Marinette ended up dating a scoundrel like you.

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Marinette: Logan, this is my new boyfriend.

Dick: Nice to meet you, I am Dick Grayson.

Logan, who has read and searched a lot about his reputation: Well… at least you make very clear what you are all about.

Dick: What’s that supposed to mean.

Logan: *Stares judgmentally at him, and then, walks away*.

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Logan: So, what do you do for a living?

Roy: I am a great s*x-machine.

Logan: *his eyes start to tick*

Adrien: Mari, better tell your boyfriend to calm down... he might give Logan a heart-attack.

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Honestly, I feel a bit bad for the guys on Maribat fics… Logan would be a pain in the butt. He would be a bit protective with Adrien and Marinette when it comes to dating. They are his besties, and he expects only the best for them.

His rivalry with Damian (something I discussed with @natedogx15), would be a bit more complex, though.

Working on Canon Logan has been fun… I am almost considering bringing his story back… but that would delay the whole into the Miracleverse Story, and it would take a lot of work (I might have to ask help from Co-writers…) so, I dunno.

#miraculous #miraculous aus #miraculous oc #maribat #daminette #jasonette #timari #dickinette #roynette

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littleinkling64 · 1 year

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Some soft cuddles with Lian and Nettie for all your Jasonette/Roynette needs @mochegato @newdog14 @tylindel

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #jasonette #roynette #fluff

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boldlyanxious · 11 months

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Love is in the Error

Part 7

Part 6

Masterlist

Sorry for the delay in update. I was very sick

Marinette wanted to just laugh the girl off. It was easier knowing that it was not something she caused or encouraged that gave her the belief that they were going to get married. But it wouldn’t be easier for her to accept. It would be like suddenly being told your favorite fairy tale was made up. Which might be the truth but when you are young you want to believe in the magic of all things.

She kept quiet while Roy explained to her. The girl resisted hearing what she didn’t want to believe but he stayed calm and talked to her quietly. She still ended up crying by the time they reached the elevator. She reached out for Marinette and she looked over to Roy, silently asking his permission before she took her in her arms. She held her on the couch and talked to her softly while he prepared a bath for her. Lian went running when he told her to come pick out her toys for the bath. Marinette was planning to slip out while she was distracted but he approached right as she was headed out the door.

“I’m so sorry for how the day happened. I should have handled everything differently.”

Marinette raised her hand and put it against his chest, cutting him off. “I had a great time.”

She was shocked when he brushed her hair back with his hand. Her breath caught in her throat but his other hand reached up and took her hand. The ring was suddenly heavier. His thumb brushed against it and he pulled his hand back after suddenly remembering it was there. It glowed brightly for a moment and he looked into her eyes questioningly.

“I have been unable to remove it,” she paused to demonstrate. “ I have tried everything.”

“That man I have seen you with,” he started delicately.

“Adrien,” she filled in.

“He isn’t your fiancé or boyfriend?”

She shook her head slowly at his question and as soon as she denied either scenario, he moved forward and caught her up in a kiss. She kissed him back, even knowing that he had his own complications she ignored all the warning signs. Her back was pressed into the door she had been about to exit and she grabbed the sides of his shirt to keep him close. She gasped for air when he pulled away to kiss her throat and pulled his mouth back to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss and she couldn’t think of anything but kissing him back.

Until her finger pulled her out of the haze. It was burning and she could barely think of anything else once she noticed it. She shifted and he moved back down to her neck as she desperately tugged at the ring again. She had gotten it to budge only the one other time when she was yelling at Adrien but this time it didn’t stop. With her anger at Adrien and her feelings developing for Roy on her mind, she pulled it and it nearly flew off her finger. She could feel her hand like she couldn’t before. Roy didn’t seem to notice as he moved to kiss her on the mouth again.

—

Roy was completely lost in his happiness to find out Marinette wasn’t engaged that he completely forgot that he was supposed to be getting Lian in the bath until she hollered from the bathroom.

“Daddy, I’m ready now. Can I get in?”

He groaned as he pulled away from Marinette.

“Go ahead and check the water and get in. I’ll be right there to help you.”

He was still holding on to Marinette and pulled her against him for a moment. She glanced down the hall and he looked too. The hallway was clear and he could hear Lian’s voice echoing and talking as she got into the tub. Marinette pushed her hand against his cheek and kissed him again. It felt different. It was amazing and desperate but she pulled away quickly and pushed him away.

“This really isn’t like me,” her hand moved to her face and wiped away a tear but he didn’t know why she was crying. She kept talking but he was distracted when he realized the ring was off her finger. She must have just managed it. It wasn’t until after she shoved herself out his door that he put together the rest of what she said before she pushed away and ran back to her own apartment.

“I’ll arrange to have Lian’s dress for your wedding delivered to you. I don’t know what came over me but I am not this type of person and I can’t be. I care about Lian and what is best for her. I care about you too but I need to focus on what is best for me.”

He was stunned. He had no clue what she meant. They had just cleared up the wedding confusion but she still seemed to think that he was getting married and that she was a secret. He was desperate to follow her and clear it up but she was right about wanting what was best for Lian. He could still hear her singing so he turned and went to help her in the bath. Hopefully he could find a chance to get over and talk to her soon. Her words had almost sounded like a goodbye.

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Marinette was reeling. She wanted to burst into tears of relief and getting the ring off and then again for kissing Roy again. She had never felt such a strong connection to someone and he clearly felt the same but her feelings on being a secret had not changed. She already had too many secrets. She was fairly certain that their connection is what helped remove the ring and that was the last piece she needed to block herself off from the Agreste’s again. She would need to find more magical knowledge to know how to fight against the power and she should be able to get the miraculi out of hiding without the magical tracker on her anymore. For now, she cast a spell to link the ring’s tether to her plant next to the door. It wasn’t perfect but it was technically living and would hopefully hide the fact that she had removed the ring so she could prepare.

It would be best if she prepared to leave as soon as she finished with Adrien. She had been hoping to stay here more permanently. This time was the longest she had gone without being found but with Adrien knowing where she was and the awkwardness with her neighbor she decided it would be best to just leave. She had a couple other options of places to go that would do well shielding her. With the miraculi she might be able to find a way to fully block the Agreste’s from finding her. She might even be able to stay close locally if everything went according to plan.

The only link to the miraculi she had was the glasses that she had deactivated. She set to work finishing the potion to reactivate them so she could retrieve the rest without being tracked. That would take hours to finish but she didn’t want to sleep until it was done. Most of the process didn’t require active involvement so she began getting ready to leave. She started setting up boxes and packing everything away. When this was finished she could vanish as quickly as possible after. She worked from the inside and made her way through each room packing up anything she wouldn’t need right away.

She didn’t stop until she got to her sewing workspace. The dress for Lian was there so she paused to finish the final touches. It shouldn’t take long and she didn’t want to leave Lian without it. Perhaps Roy and Jason wouldn’t even want anything from her in their wedding but she would at least keep her promise to Lian to make it for her. It was done in under an hour. The potion was nearly finished so she took a moment to leave the dress on Roy’s door with a brief note that didn’t explain any of the reasons why she was leaving.

She hung it on the door knob and turned to reenter her apartment when there was a noise behind her. Expecting Adrien, she turned quickly to confront him so he couldn’t take her unaware. But it was Jason behind who opened the door she was still standing in front of. He looked confused at her response and looked from her to the dress on the apartment door.

“I wanted to leave the dress. It’s the one for Lian to wear in your wedding. She was very excited while designing it.”

She let the words hang in the air as he didn’t respond. Her guilt was thick in her throat knowing that she had just shared a steamy kiss with the man’s fiance and she didn’t know if he knew or suspected anything that happened between her and Roy. It could just be that he didn’t like Lian claiming his fiance was marrying another. She didn’t really want to figure out what the issue was but the thought of having kissed Roy in the doorway hours before was not helping her. Her timer went off and she turned away while he continued looking around. She was fairly certain he could see boxes stacked in her apartment. She hadn’t tried to hide them. They would all know she was gone soon enough.

As soon as the potion was ready, she used it to reactivate the glasses. Kaalki reemerged immediately, startling her even though she had expected it. She wasted no time transforming and creating a portal to where the rest of the miraculi were being hidden. She hesitated when she had it all there before her. She wondered if there was a possibility of this being a trap. There were too many variables to know but she didn’t want to be without anything that might help her block the tether. She couldn’t risk not being prepared.

She hid everything away quickly. If this went wrong, she didn’t want it immediately accessible. The only thing she left out was the grimoire. Flipping through it as quickly as possible, she located the page with the proper spell. She read through it on her couch and took a breath. This would be very complicated. It didn’t require any potions, just energy and right now she had none. Hopefully, he wouldn’t make it to her until she had a full night’s sleep but she couldn’t count on that. It was already past midnight so she just closed her eyes right where she was and hoped that she could fall asleep instantly.

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“Arsenal, come in,” Jason said into his comms.

“What can I do for you Hood?”

“Patrol is over. You need to get back.”

Roy jumped across the buildings, keeping the man in his sights. Adrien was trying to be stealthy but Roy had tracked him since he had left his fancy hotel. He was dressed all in black and moved with a purpose. His black hood fit his creepy vibe except for the cat ears on top making it seem whimsical. Roy had a feeling he knew exactly where he was headed and at no point did the direction he traveled dissuade that notion. He was headed the opposite way from where Roy had come. Roy had left his apartment after putting Lian to bed and headed to watch the hotel room. It was not very long later that the man had exited out the side, clearly trying to stay hidden in the dark.

He twisted a ring on his finger as he walked along. Roy couldn’t be sure but he would be willing to bet that the ring was a match to the one that had been stuck on Marinette’s finger. He just wanted Jason to hang on a bit longer so he could confront the man and make him leave Marinette alone.

“I’m fairly certain I am already headed right for you.”

“Are you following your friend?”

“That’s right. He appears to be headed right for you. I’ll be there in a matter of minutes.”

“Excellent. Maybe you can ask your neighbor about the dress she just gave me for the flower girl in our wedding before she moves out.”

Roy swore loudly and Adrien looked around before slinking away. He picked up his pace and entered the building. Roy wanted to head directly to Marinette’s window but trying to explain what he was doing would be complicated. He headed for his window instead so he could be ready to intervene if needed.

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She awoke instantly with a rap at the door. She dragged herself off the couch feeling like she had just fallen asleep. She looked at the clock and it wasn’t far off. She must have just fallen into a deep sleep just to pull herself out of it to get to the door.

She knew it was Adrien. She could feel him. This was the worst possible timing. She was worse off than if she had gotten no sleep. She had fallen asleep but gotten no rest. She needed to have her wits about her. Instead she took a deep breath, hoping to clear her head and opened the door.

“I see you are all packed and ready to go. I knew you would do the right thing, Bugaboo.”

“I still don’t like that name and I won’t be going anywhere with you,” she crossed her arms. “You will be going though and you will not be able to bind me again.”

He smirked back at her and lifted a hand to her chin. “Is that so?”

He stepped through the door and she backed away from him as he moved closer. She had to force down her panic. She would need confidence and clarity to finish this. Her back hit the wall. He blocked her in with his arm over her. He was looming in close, lifting her chin so she was forced to look in his eyes. She put her hand on his chest, gently and didn’t push him away. He put his forehead against hers and the fingers on her chin released and his hand slid into her hair. He used his other hand to meet hers on his chest and she slid her other hand to his one cradling her head.

His eyes blinked slowly and he relaxed against her. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck.

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abyssal-ali · 9 months

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Maribat Ships and My Vibe Explanations

These are based on the most popular tropes and scenarios I've seen particularly for a specific ship, but some are my own vision:) Moodboards I made for each ship, which are partially inspired by the below thoughts, are linked in the ship name.

Brucinette:

Boss x Secretary trope or Socialite meets Other Socialite and Both Discover each other is Less Shallow than they Thought

Alternatively,

Hero x Villain Love story.

Look, we all know Bruce has a bad track record with his Rogues and also Love in general

Black Cat Mari is the most popular, probably, but I think we should see more Villain/ Morally Grey Mari with other Miraculi

Not my favourite ship but it can be fun

Particularly when we add Dad Bruce and Mari gets to adopt the Batkids and be a Cool MomTM.

Dickinette:

Often a Villain x Hero romance, usually Black Cat Marinette and Nightwing.

A good trope to be sure, but I think we should spice it up more.

Vampire Dick Truthers (you know who you are) have a point with their Vampire Dick and Mari fics. Why not make Dick the villain in Mari's Rogue Gallery???

Overall a great trope, especially if you really delve into their characters: both are 'sunshine' characters who fight everyday to be the nice, kind heroes everyone thinks they are and expects them to be, even though it's the hardest route to take.

Jasonette:

(I'm biased as it's my #1 Maribat ship, but I'll try not to go on too long >.<)

Villain x Hero? Hero x Hero? Amazing, outstanding. What about Villain x Villain? I myself would love to see more Rogue Jason and Rogue Mari fics.

Any AU is amazing. I admit to having a fondness for Mob Boss Jason, partly because he is one in canon, at least for a while, and because I'm addicted to dark/mafia romance novels. Lieutenant Mari? Yes, please. Rival Mob Boss Mari? Heck yeah! Bat-affiliate Mari? Gimme. Please.

The amount of character exploration you could do if you wrote a romance where they actually stayed together, looking at you, DC is intriguing. Would Jason change for someone he loved? Would he give up crime lording? Would Mari accept him anyways but then they'd have to deal with one half running from the law/vigilantes and the other half being on the vigilantes' side?

Also, soft Jason. Nerding out over books and music and fashion and appreciating the fine things in life and meeting this cute fashion designer with a penchant to listen to Jagged Stone-

So many AU opportunities!! Bakery AU! Mafia AU! Coffee Shop AU! Meetcute at the Museum AU!...

Okay I'll move on now:(

Timari:

LISTEN

This ship IS THE DEFINITION OF THE CEO X SECRETARY TROPE!

I need more, I don't care if it's overused

Also, rival hackers or geniuses.

OR COFFEE SHOP AU

They're both coffee monsters, it's perfect

No I don't care that there are two dozen coffee shop Timari AUs, give me more.

Daminette:

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS

Or just rivals to lovers is fine too

YOU REALLY THINK THESE TWO 'MUST BE THE TOP IN CLASS' WOULDN'T BE FIGHTING OVER GRADES AND THEN PAIRED UP ON AN ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO INTENSE TO WORK WITH ANYONE ELSE AND THEN THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER AT ALL TIMES LEST THE OTHER SABOTAGE THEIR PROJECT AND THEN THEY FALL IN LOVE-

anyways

I'm not even into HP but I want a Hogwarts AU with these two-

or any dark academia rivals to lovers au

Roynette:

Enemies or Rivals to Lovers

It's just a simple misunderstanding, as all large rifts start off with.

There's a translation issue or an eavesdropping that is taken out of context

(they're both idiots your honour)

But then something happens and they have to work together or they're made to talk and they realize it's all just a misunderstanding

And then they're like... " while we're clearing the air...so uh, I kinda have a crush on you'

"no way, me too!!"

And Mari meets Lian (or maybe that's what starts this, Jason and Mari are hanging out babysitting Lian and Roy comes to pick Lian up and they start talking and and and-)

And Mari loves Lian immediately of course, who wouldn't?

And so Roy likes her more because she likes Lian so automatically she's not as bad as he thought, and Lian really likes her too

And then they fall in love and Jason and Lian are the master matchmakers behind the scenes

You can pry OTP Jason & Lian setting up Roynette out of my cold dead hands

Konette:

I haven't seen or read a ton of Konette, but they usually meet at the Titans

Friends to Lovers 100%

They're both quiet and new and feeling out the dynamics

so they're often pushed together on purpose or by accident because the others are just so loud and chaotic

And then they become BFFs and are less inclined to join the others' chaos and so spend more time together, and so the cycle continues

And then one day something happens

Kon is Kryptonian and Mari had the Miraculous, they're usually the least-damaged members, but something happens, there's Kryptonite or magic or Something and one or both gets hurt.

The other jumps in front of them to take the blow because they can't let the other get hurt

"Why did you do that?!"

"I couldn't let you get hurt. You need to save our teammates."

Then the hurt one faints or passes out and the other confesses and thinks they can't hear them

They get back to the Tower safely and get treated and wake up and then they see the other

"Did you say you loved me, when I was passed out?"

"You heard that? Uh...yeah, I love you."

"I love you too!"

I haven't read much of any of the other ships to get a good feel on them, so I'm stopping here:)

#Hcs #DCxMLB #jasonette #dickinette #brucinette #daminette #timari #konette #roynette #TTT2023 #team: rare flair #team: java junkies #team: book design #team: spandex flex #team: pretty punk

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intotherabithole · 10 days

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Roynette week: Rock Band

@maribat-calendar-events

#maribat #artists on tumblr #copic markers #mlbxdc #dcxmlb #marinette x roy #roynette #roynette week #arrow april #traditional art #my art #really enjoy just doing a quick doodle for these prompts #i have sketch book dedicated to just maribat calander events

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 1 year

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Don't let me Fall

Meet Cute Monday 51

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

For @mochegato happy belated birthday (it needed to wait for a Monday)

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Marinette blinked. She then blinked repeatedly in surprise. She looked down at where she sat, and then back up and blinked yet again. Yup, no question, there, looking under the bathroom door, was a small child with wide brilliant jade eyes staring at her.

"Hi"

Responding with confusing, Marinette watched as the dark, almost blue, haired girl climbed under the door into the stall with her, "Hi?"

With unbound confidence, the young girl ignored social convention and started a conversation causing Marinette to freeze in response to it all. "What your name?"

"Marinette?"

"My friend is M'ari."

"Hmmm, is it?"

"Yup. You speak weird."

Marinette nearly choked at the bluntness of the girl. Thankful that she didn't as not to upset the child she really didn't know what to do with. "It's an accent. You sound strange to me too."

"Oh." The girl paused, tilting her head in serious thought, "Ok."

"Is your… Maman? Carer? waiting for you?"

"Nope. Daddy is outside. The /boys/ toilet smells AND I'm a GIRL. He's going to get me pretzels as I'm a *big* girl now."

The child started to play with the door lock causing Marinette to panic slightly. Not that it would be much different to the situation that she was already in. The large gap around the door which you can easily glance through and as recently proved, the gap below was large enough to crawl under. Still, the idea of being indecently exposed to the world by a child that isn't even hers was terrifying. This whole encounter was convincing Marinette she would never use public toilets in the U.S again, ever, if she could help it. Give her 'proper' French and European doors any day.

"Umm, can you not play with the lock mon chou?"

"I go wait outside now."

"oooo…K, can you close the door please?"

"hmm, Ok, yup, I close the door. You lock it now, I'm hold it."

Smiling to herself as the girl, despite her emboldened entrance, left the cubical with surprising grace for a small child and allowed Marinette some decency. Quickly as soon as the door shut, Marinette reached out and locked the door so she could finish up without an obvious audience.

Exiting the stall, Marinette suddenly found the small girl wrapping her tiny arms around her legs tightly and burrowing her head into Marinettes's skirts, stopping the pair from moving towards the sinks.

"MAMA!"

Blanching at the declaration, Marinette froze before she took stock of the situation. The room was fairly busy but still not a queue for the ladies, but there was a woman dressed in unusual clothes who seemed to be staring at the pair. Bending down Marinette tried to speak softly to the child. "Are you ok?"

Jade watery eye's looked up into hers. "Can you help me go potty? Don't wanna to fall in toilet and get eaten by Killer Croc!"

"What?"

Marinette seriously regretted her weakness for green eyes as she let the child lead her back to the stall she just exited. She also regretted that she allowed Alya to convince her that they needed to stop in Gotham of all places on their road trip. It was world renowned for being an odd place, and this was convincing her that 'odd place' didn't touch the description she would use.

As the girl sorted herself out, she looked up expectantly at Marinette and held her hand up.

"Don't let me fall!" The small pout melted Marinette's heart, as she assisted the tiny bossy person. "I won't. I promise."

Once sorted the girl cautiously poked her head out the door before slamming it shut and looked nervously up at Marinette. All bravado vanished worrying Marinette. In a hushed voice she leaned into Marinette.

"Scary Lady still out there." Biting her lower lips and doing a perfect imitation of Adrien's and Manon's worried kitten face, "Can you stay with me?"

Nodding at the small girl, Marinette offered the girl her hand allowing herself to be dragged to the sinks to actually wash their hands properly. The girl seemed to warm more to Marinette and start nattering about her friend and dolls.

Feeling the heated gaze from the woman the girl was scared of, Marinette swooped down and picked up the girl who melted into her, head resting on shoulder like she was at peace with the world.

"Ok… mon chou," Marinette realised she didn't actually know the girls name, "let's go meet up with your Daddy."

"Ok Mama."

She held on to the girl slightly tighter at that declaration. It wasn't fair, green eyes and dark hair - she was practically how Marinette imagined what her own child would look like. Especially when her hyperfocus was on Adrien (she was eternally grateful that it died long ago and best friend slash sibling relationship grew instead). Remembering the girl mentioned the Pretzels, which was pretty much where Alya was going to be since she seemed to make it her mission to sample all possible pretzels while they travelled, Marinette headed in that direction.

Weaving their way through the crowds Marinette found out the girls name was Lian who seemed to know where they were going far better than herself. Reluctantly she put the girl down and let her lead her towards the correct destination, the few turns they had taken had confused her.

Lian shouted "DADDY!" pulling Marinette along towards a pacing giant of a man with flaming hair peeking out of a baseball hat. Tattoo's peaked out his muscular arms making a blush burn on her cheeks. His frantic energy seemed to focus when her heard Lian's voice as he sought her in the crowds. He expression burst into relief as he spotted the girl practically running towards him. His emerald eyes shining at the girl having an unfair effect on Marinette's heart.

"Come on Mama!!!"

Running towards the man, Marinette was dragged along as the girl moved with an urgent singular focus. In moments the pair had reached the man who swept the girl into his arms peppering her face in kisses and holding on tight.

"Lian!! Baby girl!! Where did you go?! I turned around and you were gone Sweetie!!"

Bashfully the girl buried her face into her dad's chest. "I needed potty. Then a scary lady was there but I found a Mama. Look Daddy!"

Flustered, Marinette tucked an erroneous stray hair behind her ear. "She asked for help using the bathroom. About not falling in and was very nervous about some of the other occupants. I wanted to make sure she got back to you - though she /did/ imply that you were aware of her trip."

The man groaned as he side eyed Marinette with a look as he searched the crowds for something, before gazing down to the now koala of a girl. "Lian!! We've spoken about this!"

Twitching her lip in silent humour, Marinette was starting to think that this 'innocent' encounter was becoming more suspicious and orchestrated by the little girl with how the pair were acting. To avoid drama Marinette started to look about to see if she could find Alya to escape any potential explosive confrontation.

"Sorry miss. Lian… has been," Marinette watched as he tilted his own head in a manner identical to the manner Lian had down early much to Marinette's amusement, "encouraged by her meddling uncles and aunts to interfere," he dropped a soft unheated glare at the girl, "when she shouldn't. There bad nosy influences on her."

Nodding like she understood what was happening, Marinette agreed while silently wishing for her own friend to appear before she made a fool of herself in front of the adorable pair. The trio unconsciously moved towards the balcony edge leaving the stand and walkway uncluttered. The redhead, now unflustered and holding his child close, seemed to have his attention drawn to Marinette and, dare she say it, reluctant to part company. Lian seemed to be egging the man on as well with a mischievous grin which surpassed a young Manon's one.

Biting her lip Marinette sapphire eyes shot up to his own emeralds before darting away to look about the mall. It felt awkward but more in a I'm uncertain what to say next way than I have nothing else to say. Sighing, the man opened his mouth to speak when a loud explosion happened.

The floor shook startling the shoppers as well as the trio. Ducking as debris flew about with dust, smoke and destruction causing confusion.

"Damn! We need to move!" His firm deep voice startled Marinette out of her whizzing planning mind. He grabbed Marinette's hand while still holding tight to Lian who was wide eyed with fear. With the crowds of panicked shoppers, the man manoeuvre the trio into a photo booth pulling Marinette onto his lap and placing Lian into her own. His arm warm against the skin that slip past her dishevelled top from the chaos. She felt tiny yet safe perched on his muscular thighs. Blushing furiously at the intimacy, Marinette tried to ignore her position and focus on raising an eyebrow and look puzzled at the man. In a hushed gravelly whisper he responds.

"The crowds are easy targets and chance of getting crushed in stampede. We're waiting for it to calm down enough that we can sneak off."

"And the risk of fire??"

"Sprinklers and I saw mobsters moving about down stairs from the balcony. They'd be gone shortly if we wait for the Bats and Outlaws to turn up soon."

"Not the police…?"

"… you're not from around here are ya?"

"Mama has an accent!" Lian's piped up voice. Marinette's hand whipped up to her mouth to smother the surprised laugh that threatened to escape. The man looked exasperated even in the tense situation they were in, before opening his eyes wide at as he processed the comment further pausing in his subtle rubbing circles on her waist.

"Sorry about Lian… again… oh, um, I didn't catch your name."

"Didn't offer it. Marinette. Yours is?"

"Roy."

The nervous quiet silence fell between them as they took stock of the situation and Roy fiddled with his earring(?) in his ear. A darting tongue out his mouth to lick his lips drew Marinette's attention there while Roy nods towards the curtain suddenly. "It should be clear enough now."

Slowly they moved towards the exits, all eyes darting about looking for hidden threats. Marinette's heart was beating so loud and fast she could barely hear anything over it. Roy's calloused hands held onto her own tightly, his thumb rubbing what she guessed was meant to be reassuring circles against hers. It just kept distracting her from making plans on how to escape their situation further.

Nearing an emergency exit there was another explosion and the floor underneath her feet started collapsing. Letting out a screech in surprise Marinette started to tumble twisting to try and grasp onto something to stop her falling. Another hand grasped onto her other one as she stared up with wild eyes into Roy's worried ones.

"Don’t let me fall!!"

Anxiety flew through her dangling body as the redhead gave her a strained smile. "I won't. I promise!"

With nothing to push against with her legs, Marinette was completely at the mercy of Roy above her. She hoped his muscles were not for show and that there was strength in them. Relief came when he started to heavy her up, slowly as to not draw attention of what looked like more mobsters on the floor below hunting around for left over victims. With alarming ease, Roy pulled Marinette up and the pair tumble backwards landing with Marinette on top of Roy with him holding her tight to him to his chest.

Hearts pounding in tandem as Marinette shakes in his arms with adrenalin crashing around her. A broken sob came from Lian who pounces on the collapsed pair, fear very real in her tear filled eyes. Loud gun fire and shouts started and could be heard. Marinette felt sick. She had no idea where Alya was. She was stuck with a near stranger (a hot hero of a stranger but still a stranger who happen to save her life with a daughter who had claimed her as a mum). She had been Ladybug for years, but the knowledge that this was all irreparable terrified her. It was all over whelming.

Roy shifted and held the two girls close as he moved them to get them on their feet. "Red Hood is here. We'll be ok but we need to leave NOW!"

Pulling and pushing Roy managed to shelter the pair as more debris shifted as he guided them to the exit where Marinette could see a police cordon with paramedics and ambulances scattered about dealing with hurt shoppers while the police worked with Gotham's Bats to subdue what where was going on.

The trio stumbled and rushed away from one set of chaos towards the milling about support chaos. Once outside and near the barriers, Marinette felt like she could breathe and started twisting about, standing on tiptoes searching for her missing friend. Suddenly two hands braced against her waist and lifted her into the air increasing her vantage point.

"Eeeeps!!"

Her hands flew to rest on Roy's and she glanced down reassured that he as fine lifting her like she weighed nothing. Despite the additional height, Marinette couldn't see her friend easily with the mass people who seemed to be content to rubberneck at the action now that they were no longer in immediate danger. Pouting, Marinette suspected that that was where Alya was. Tapping Roy's hand, Roy seemed to seamlessly understand to put Marinette down on floor only to pull her close guiding them all to a paramedic who looked at the dust covered trio with a critical look before sighing and waving them to review.

Waiting for the paramedic to dismiss them, Roy looked intensely at Marinette who had Lian wrapped up in her arms tightly.

"Who were you looking for? You obviously wasn't at the mall on your own."

"My friend. She insisted that we came here. I've not seen her since before meeting this cutie." Marinette booped Lian on the nose with her own causing the child to laugh and bury her face into Marinette's neck, which was definitely preferable to the tears that had left trails down her dusty cheeks.

There was a heavy ball of anxiety sitting in Marinette's stomach but she refused to let the girl in her arms know. Alya was resilient. They all were. They'd grown up in Paris. The issue was more that Alya's self-preservation skills were skewed towards 'getting the story' and whether they would still be that even in a different location and lacking magic gems. Sighing, Marinette studied the crowds hovering round the back of the ambulance hoping to spot the impulsive red head.

"We'll help you find her. I'm not gonna let you have to hunt on your own. Gotham isn't safe at the best to times. This is it at her worst. Too many opportunists out there."

The tone that Roy used and the layers of something unsaid lightened Marinette's nerves bringing a small smile to her face. A small crinkle by Roy's eye's appeared as he returned a genuine smile, and it did something to Marinette's fluttering heart which shouldn't be melting at the stranger mid attack.

With wounds seen to the paramedic shoo'd them away to deal with the next person needing their attention. In the late afternoon sun, the trio hovered around scanning the other shoppers milling about trying to reconnect with those they lost in the escape of the mall. Interrupting the soft conversation they were having, Marinette's phone blasted loudly with Alya's ringtone. Fumbling with it Marinette managed to answer only to draw the device away from her ear as a loud "GIRL!" escaped the speakers.

"Not so loud Als."

"…."

"Uh huh! I'm ok. I escaped."

"…."

"No I didn't get into trouble. I'm not a magnet."

"…."

Marinette pouted at Alya's response.

"I'm by… ummm… I'm outside by the bill board which has 'Red Arse' on it."

"…."

"You can?"

Marinette could see Roy trying not to eaves drop but failing spectacularly based on the smirk on his face while she scanned the horizon in hope that she could catch her friends impending arrival. Turning away to look in a new direction a heavy weight landed on her back and Marinette stumbled for Roy to quickly catch her before she descended onto the ground.

"Ooof!"

"MARS!"

"Als, please. Stop crushing me. I'm ok."

"Nope!"

Roy's hands upon her shoulders, Alya wrapped around her back and torso, Marinette was cocooned in warmth. Her eyes darted up to Roy's to find them filled with warmth and humour. Seconds later she found small arms wrapping round her legs again, much like they had earlier. Huffing in amused resigned-ness, Marinette slowly twisted to capture Alya in her arms.

"I'm ok. Promise you."

"I'm going to need to tag you. We can't go anywhere without trouble finding you."

"It didn't find me. I was safe. Lian and Roy- they looked after me. Nothing bad happened."

"Mama fell and Daddy saved her."

Glancing at the sky, Marinette braced for the impending interrogation that was all too soon to happen. Alya looked down at the young girl, then at the trio before a dangerous grin crossed her face.

"Mama? She fell?"

"Yup! You have an accent like Mama. She saved me from being eaten by Killer Croc and when Daddy was taking us out the shops he saved her from falling and splatting on the floor with the bad people. I don't want Mama to splat."

"I don't want her to splat either. Thank you for keeping my troublesome Mars safe for me when she *disappeared*. One moment she was behind me and then 'poof' she was gone. I'm interested in how she became your Mama then. I'm pretty sure we'd have met if she had been your maman for a while now."

"Your welcome. Daddy says you have to use manners." Lian looked shiftily about and leant closer to Alya, "I poofed too, Daddy went to get pretzels and I poofed. That’s why I met Mama. She's pretty and is kind."

Alya laughed, mirth shimmering in her eyes as Lian pouted at her. "Oh you are perfect. You've chosen well little one. Mars looks a little like you, like you look a little like your Daddy. And you both are trouble magnets by the sounds of things. This is too perfect, revenge for ALL the disappearance acts from school."

Stretching up Alya beamed a devil look at Marinette before looping their arms together as Marinette fought the entrapment and protesting to the (valid) accusations. Alya turned to Roy and narrowed her eyes to glare at him.

"Tomorrow. 10am. Coffee shop outside Gotham Gallery. Be there or be square. If you can cope with a morning Mars and witnessed her atrocious caffeine order, survive a morning in an Art Gallery without a) trouble and b) listening to her rambles, I'll give you her number."

On his slightly puzzled and dazed nod, she winked and started dragging Marinette off who panics as Roy waves confused and Lian pouts tugging on his jacket. Her little voice in the back ground chimes up, "Daddy! Daddy, Daddy Daddy!! We HAVE to go!!!"

"Als! Why? What? Huh? I thought we were leaving tomorrow?"

"Nah, with the way Red was looking at you and how you've got baby you wrapped around your finger already we need to get you his number and a date girl. Just need an evening to do safety check on him first. Don't worry girl, I'm the perfect wingwoman, I'm not letting you fall for a creep."

"Alssssss!"

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Whiplash

Roy surveyed the bar before making his way in. It had a good size crowd, active but not boisterous, amiable but not overly friendly. Definitely the kind of place he could drink in without having to worry about getting pulled into an unwelcome conversation, or a fight. More importantly, there was an open spot at the bar… next to a beautiful woman.

He moved to take the spot quickly before anyone else realized their mistake at not taking it and ordered a drink. Again, the universe seemed to have blessed him because the bartender hadn’t been paying attention and had set his drink down so close to the woman’s drink it was almost touching hers. He waited a beat then reached for his drink at the same time as the woman, which he may or may not have been, but totally was, intentional. She yanked her hand back like she was afraid he’d snap at her. “Sorry.”

He shot her his most charming, winning smile. “No, it’s completely my fault. I should have been watching where I was reaching.” He took a sip of his drink to give her a chance to do the same or turn away if she had absolutely no interest, he couldn’t be the only one who had hoped to avoid conversation that night. He had changed his mind as soon as he saw her, but that didn’t mean she had.

When she continued to smile in his direction, he took it as an invitation to continue. “My name is Roy,” he started, leaving a lull for her to fill in.

Instead, she hummed and held her drink up to toast him. “Roy, what a beautiful name.”

He snorted. Not the response he was expecting, but he had always appreciated a bit of snark. “Right. Something I hear all the time. How beautiful and completely not red neck my name is.”

She smirked at him but quickly schooled her expression into faux seriousness. “That’s good to hear. You should hear it often. Everyone should be told they’re special.”

“I would love to say that about your name,” he coaxed gently.

She shrugged; her eyes darted away as she took another sip. “I’ve heard it before. I don’t need to hear it again. I’d rather hear about something I control, that I did.”

He nodded, pulling back slightly. That was a feeling he could understand. He wasn’t a fan of false flattery either… okay, maybe he was a fan of it from women he wanted to hook up with, but not from people he wanted a real relationship with and clearly, this woman wasn’t interested in sycophancy. “That’s fair.” So, tell me what it is that you do.”

She snorted and raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded confidently. He turned toward her to prove she had his full attention and waited patiently until she responded.

She looked him over appraisingly, like she wasn’t quite sure if he was worth the distraction from her drink. “You first.”

Her voice held a hint of challenge that Roy simply could not back down from. Well, he could, but where would the fun be in that. “I’m a CIA agent,” he announced dramatically.

She rolled her eyes but then leaned closer. “Ooohhh, an overt agent.”

He grinned and waved his hand dismissively while he took another sip. “Secret agents are so Cold War.”

“Tore down the walls and the secrets,” she hummed.

His smile widened impossibly broader and clinked his glass to hers. “Exactly! How about you. What do you do?”

She narrowed her eyes as she thought how to respond, but her lips quirked up in amusement and he knew she wouldn’t refuse. “Create art,” she finally answered. Roy nodded as he took in her response. Again, not the response he’d been expecting. He’d been expecting something snarky, but he couldn’t be upset about the honesty. He started to respond but she continued before he could get a sound out. “… and chaos. More chaos than art if I’m being honest.”

He barked out a laugh and watched as she tipped her glass up to finish the last of her drink, her lips still quirked up, evidence that she was entirely too entertained with herself, which just made him want to draw her out more. But when she turned back to face him, he could see it on her face, that she was going to end their time together. He wasn’t willing to let her do that though. Not yet. Talking with her was the most fun he’d had in quite a while, and he really wanted to continue it. “Let me buy you a drink.”

She eyed him amusedly then hummed and leaned back in her chair, eyes darting away an almost guilty look flashing across her face. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not?” he asked. His voice was kept intentionally light, non-accusatory, non-demanding. He was having fun and he wanted to keep having fun not pressure her.

She kept her eyes on her glass as she responded, but her body continued to face him. “Might give you the wrong idea.”

“Oh? What idea is that?” Again, his tone teasing and light.

She continued to watch the glass in her hand as if it might answer the question for her. When no answer came forth after a full minute, she finally spoke up. “That I'm looking for a relationship.” He took a beat to register what she said. He had loved their interaction so far and would love to try for a relationship, but he was also willing to take whatever she was willing to give him.

He opened his mouth to offer something less serious, but she cut in before he could. “Or a situationship,” she continued, as if she could read his mind. He bobbed his head to the side and opened his mouth again, but she cut in yet again. “Or a one-night stand.”

He chuckled and nodded. Message received crystal clear. She was not interested in him. But he still wanted to give one last push. “And you're not?”

“I'm not. Not right now. Not yet,” she answered quietly.

He nodded and looked away to mask his disappointment. When he looked back, any remaining disappointment dissolved. Her eyes had unfocused, a flash of something close to the haunted look he was all too familiar with appeared and was gone almost instantaneously. It was that look that convinced him she really did mean what she’d said. It wasn’t him. She was working through something on her own, but damn if he didn’t want to help her get through it and lose that haunted look. “How about a non-committal drink? No expectations, not even to talk. Just to make your night better. I'll even walk away while you drink it.”

“No. I'm not ready for that either,” she finally returned her sad eyes to his. “But thank you, sincerely. You should stay. I’ll walk away. I wasn’t planning on being out long tonight anyway.”

Seeing the troubled look full on was harder than he expected, doubling his desire to make her smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you off. I’m sorry if I came on too strong. I tend to talk without thinking… if I’m being honest, I do a lot of things without thinking. It’s not uncommon,” he joked.

If nothing else, he could walk away feeling like he’d taken a step toward his goal, because her mirthless look dissolved into giggles. “You absolutely did not… scare me off that is,” she assured him genuinely. She took a moment to think about it, cocking her head to the side as she studied him. “Or come on too strong. In fact, you have been the highlight of my night, month… past few actually. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you.”

“I’d give you my number for when you are ready… but I get the feeling you’re not ready for that either,” he offered. There was a bit of hope in his gaze, her giggles earlier had been a good sign, but likely not enough. Healing was never easy even for the healthiest people.

Her smile dampened, but she kept her eye contact, not shrinking from him this time. “No. But I do hope you have a good night.”

He reached out like he was going to pat her arm but pulled back at the last moment and patted the bar instead with a mirroring smile. “You too, beautiful.”

He shifted his eyes to his glass to remove any pressure or make her leaving awkward. And yes, he knew he should have shifted his body from facing her as well, but he didn’t want her to think he was dismissing her, leaving him in this awkward position, body open and face diverted. If Oliver could see him, he’d be appalled at his lack of vigilance while leaving himself so open. To be clear, he could still track movement around him, in fact, better than if he had fully turned to the bar, but Oliver never lost a chance to lecture him.

He didn’t regret the decision though, because from his periphery he could see her stand then hesitate, almost sitting back down, which got his heart racing at the possibility, but ultimately she pushed away from the bar only to pause so a crowd of people could pass. He consciously forced himself to stop registering her movements and ordered another drink, giving himself a second to recover his pride.

Typically, he wouldn’t have let the rejection affect him, especially from a random woman in a random bar when he hadn’t been looking for anything anyway, and especially when she’d let him down so graciously, making it incredibly clear it wasn’t about him. But he’d thought there was a connection and a spark and for a moment he’d had hope.

Suddenly, his world was rocked by a force colliding with him, pressing flush against his body and wrapping their arms around his middle in a tight hug before he could even react. “Mon amor! I missed you.”

Roy blinked down at the figure, his arms wrapping loosely around her before his conscious mind registered that it was the French Fire Flower who had launched herself into his arms. Once his brain fully caught up with the situation, he smirked down at her. “Not that I’m objecting, but I’m getting a bit of whiplash here.”

It was only then that he noted the alarm in her eyes. “Please,” she pleaded quietly.

His arms tightened around her automatically, like a Pavlovian response to that combination of her wide eyes and anxious tone. His eyes flicked over her shoulder and instantly spotted someone shoving people out of the way on their way toward them. He kept his body and face pointed toward her but carefully tracked the man’s movements. “That asshole the reason you’re not ready to date yet?”

She nodded so minutely he wouldn’t have picked up on it if he hadn’t also heard a whispered, “Yes.”

He leaned down like he was whispering sweet nothings to his long-missed lover, only partially pretending to be lost in her touch, as he tenderly ran his hands through her hair. “How long ago was the breakup?”

She swallowed heavily and took a moment before she answered. “A few months. Um… like four.”

He grunted and leaned close enough for his lips to ghost over her ear. “And he’s crawling back?”

“More like creeping back like Jason Voorhes,” she grumbled. “Just keeps coming back no matter how many times I shut him out and more aggressively each time.”

“Hey, fucker! Get your hands off my girlfriend!” the man roared the instant he broke through the last of the groups around them.

The moment the words started coming out of his mouth Roy could feel the woman freeze and almost cower away from his anger. Roy eyed him up and down, an icy hardness in his gaze as he stood and pushed her slightly behind him, but still keeping her hugged up against his side. The man was smaller than Roy, not in height, but in breadth. Where the man was lithe and fit, Roy was muscular and solid. The comparison became more apparent when Roy turned to face off against the man. “Excuse me?” he growled.

To his credit, the man only slightly faltered, almost imperceptibly and seemed to recover quickly. “I said,” he reiterated, standing up even taller to glare back at Roy, “Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Girlfriend.”

Roy could feel her groan more than hear it. She opened her mouth to bite back but Roy interrupted before she could. “I’ll touch my wife however and whenever I want to. That’s why I married her in the first place.”

Her eyes widened and her body stiffened for just a moment, but thankfully she appeared to recover quickly, pasting on a smile and pretended to melt into his side. It was convincing enough the tension could easily be written off as due to the confrontation, not an unexpected lie.

“You got fucking married?” He demanded glaring at her. He tried to shove into her space, but Roy moved again moving in his path and stepping forward, forcing him to retreat a step, which only seemed to infuriate the man further. He tried to peer around Roy to get close to her, but no matter how far he leaned, Roy met his movement.

“I did,” Roy answered with a cutting smile.

His eyes snapped to Roy’s. It was almost comical how red his face got from those two words. Roy’s smile got sharper at the reaction. If there was one thing he’d always been good at, it was knowing how to piss someone else off. “I wasn’t talking to you, asshole!”

At that comment, she refused to let Roy respond and piped up before he could. “Do not call my husband an asshole,” she hissed. Roy’s smile turned genuine and pulled her back into his side before dropped a kiss on the crown of her head.

“What the fuck!?! Marinette, baby. What is going on? You… we were going to get married, have a family! What about our five kids? Baby, I still want them with you.” His voice was velvety smooth, his eyes pleading and contrite.

Roy braced himself for Marinette to fall for it. He wouldn’t blame her, really. If Roy hadn’t seen ploys like it from spies trying to secure information and women trying to lure Dick into a relationship, he might have believed it was authentic as well. But he was praying to whatever deity existed out there that she didn’t fall for it. He didn’t know her well, but even if he hadn’t been able to tell she was creative, funny, kind, and sweet, nobody should end up with a dirtbag like that guy.

But even from their short interaction so far, he knew that she was all those things and more and deserved someone better. She’d clearly known that at some point because she’d dropped his loser ass, but he knew from personal experience how easy it was to fall back into toxic relationships. He squeezed her, hoping to transfer some strength, because if she fell for it, he had no idea how he was going to talk her out of it.

By some miracle, his effort seemed to have an effect. Marinette stiffened in his arms and leaned into him for a second before lashing out at her ex, pushing into his space with all five foot four inches of her ready to fight. “You wanted five kids, and if you still want them, I’d suggest trying for them with Sarah or Sandra, or whatever her name was. I’m afraid I didn’t catch her name before she rushed out of the room to get dressed.”

Roy barely controlled his reaction, somehow managing to keep it to a rough exhale when he wanted to guffaw loud enough for the bouncer outside to hear him. He squeezed her hip again, this time in a show of support and approval of her cheek and hoped she understood the message despite not knowing him well enough to have learned the difference in touches.

“Baby, I love you,” the ex cooed. He reached out for Marinette to graze his fingers along her jaw but Marinette jerked her head back, inadvertently burrowing further into Roy’s chest. The ex’s eyes narrowed at the action, but he quickly covered it with a penitent expression. “It was just a mistake. She was a mistake. She meant nothing to me.”

“She clearly meant more to you than our relationship,” Marinette scoffed. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, which again brought her further into Roy’s embrace.

His lips thinned and his jaw tightened, but this time he was a few beats slower to mask it before responding. “Baby, I…”

“Cheating on someone as amazing as her?” Roy cut in, drawing the ex’s attention to him instead of Marinette. She wasn’t in this alone and he wasn’t going to let her face his ire alone. “How stupid do you have to be? I’ve been self-destructive before, and I mean self-destructive, but even at rock bottom, I wouldn’t have been that dumb. But I guess there are just some guys that would cheat and some that wouldn’t.”

“You can stay the fuck out of this. You don’t know me!” the ex roared at Roy, completely losing is composure and not even bothering to try to mask his anger and frustration like he had before.

“And I never will,” Roy granted with a slight taunt in his voice.

“And I wish I never did,” Marinette agreed. She sighed heavily and lost the rigidity in her stance, slumping slightly and shifting some of her weight onto Roy, who shouldered it effortlessly. “Leave, Noah. This,” she motioned between them without meeting his eyes which were now wide in mock supplication, “is never happening. We aren’t some star-crossed love story, riddled with misunderstandings and miscommunications. You aren’t the romantic lead. You’re the asshole I leave before my life gets better.”

His eyes instantly went from pleading to hard and hateful. “Gets better,” he spit. “You won’t be able to find better than what I gave you. You were always a bitch I had to put up with. I was only with you out of pity because nobody else would want you, not for more than a cheap fuck. In two months, you’ll be alone again and crawling back because nobody else would ever really want you.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Roy growled. He pushed Marinette behind him and punched Noah in one smooth motion, not giving Noah the chance to anticipate the action. He hit him hard enough to lay him out on the floor with one punch. “Nobody speaks like that to my wife,” he roared over Noah’s prone body.

“Mon dieu! Are you okay?” Marinette exclaimed. She rushed around Roy to survey the damage and Roy felt his heart sink as he saw her panicked expression. He’d not only given her a front row seat to him being violent, an aspect of himself he tried to save for when he was suited up, he’d hit someone who had been important to her. They hadn’t had enough time for him to show her he was more than just some crazy, aggressive neanderthal.

He almost definitely just completely destroyed any chance he had. But regardless, he refused to regret it. That man was the worst kind of filth. The kind that thought they were allowed to treat the people around them like they were disposable. The kind that thought they were inherently better than everyone else while the only evidence of that they could provide was their own bad behavior. The kind that were destined to be miserable and spread that misery to everyone around them.

He almost jumped when he felt delicate hands gently grasp his hand and lift it closer to her face so she could examine it, close enough, he could feel her breath on his skin. She tenderly brushed her fingers along the back of his hand and over his fingers only to turn it over and continue the pattern on the other side as well. Her fingers barely pressed hard enough for him to feel them, but they still electrified his skin, shooting jolts through him and stealing his breath. He managed to tear his gaze from tracing her fingers to meet her eyes.

“You're asking him?” Noah screeched as he attempted to get back up, swaying slightly, still reeling from the punch.

Roy flexed his hand a few times to stretch out the muscles, never removing his hand or gaze from hers. “I’ll be fine,” he assured her. “I know how to throw a punch.”

Marinette dropped her eyes to his hand again, a concerned wrinkle developing the longer she examined it. “Wait just a second!” she exclaimed then turned to the bar.

Roy followed her movements, not noticing the small, sappy smile tugging up the corners of his lips, but he did notice Noah finally managing to raise up to his feet. He managed to tear his eyes from Marinette to fix him with a withering glare threatening enough to make Noah falter almost tripping over a chair behind him, only managing to catch himself at the last minute.

“Ever disrespect my wife like that again and it’ll be a year before you can walk out of the hospital, if you even ever can use your legs again. In fact, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself if I ever even see you around her at all. So, I would highly recommend you just disappear from her life. Assholes like you are a dime a dozen and that’s after inflation and still overpriced.”

Noah glared back but Roy straightened up even further and flexed his fist. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. He held his ground for just a few seconds before scoffing. “She’s not even worth the time I spent on her anyway.” Roy jerked toward him and Noah scattered like a cat seeing a cucumber.

Marinette returned just as Noah had disappeared into the crowd. She didn’t even seem to notice he was gone, let alone look for him, just focused on Roy’s hand. She ushered him back to his seat and gently lifted his hand onto the bar and delicately set the ice on it not meeting his gaze. “I’m so sorry for that! I didn’t mean for you to get hurt. If I’d known you might be in danger, I never would have…”

“Hey,” he dipped down until he could meet her eyes and smiled, “I’m fine. Thank you for the ice. It was sweet of you to take care of me.” He motioned to the chair she’d been sitting in earlier for her and helped ease her into it. “Are you okay?”

“You're the one that's bloody!” she exclaimed, almost getting back up to drive home her point.

“But you're the one that he was trying to hurt,” he pointed out. He intentionally kept his voice smooth and calm hoping to sooth her nerves, as though his tranquility could be absorbed like osmosis.

She still wouldn’t meet his eyes, instead unnecessarily adjusting the bag of ice to better cover his knuckles. He used the distraction to motion to the bartender for another round of drinks. “Yeah, it happens,” she finally shrugged. “Not the worst I’ve heard.”

“That's a goddamned tragedy,” he hooked a finger under her chin to urge her face up to meet his gaze, “because you're amazing and he’s nothing more than an asshole. And, not to scare you but after hearing that, I kind of wish I’d hit him harder…” he winced thinking about how hard the man had gone down. He wasn’t looking to go to prison. How was he supposed to convince this amazing woman to date him from prison. “…maybe not harder. But a few more times with the same force if it would make you feel safe and erase your frown.”

She scoffed and turned to focus on the glass that just appeared before her, but after a beat glanced up through her lashes and offered a weak smile. “Thanks. But to be honest, his words don’t really hurt anymore.”

He nodded and pushed her drink toward her. “Good. I’d say you’re a hundred times him, but at best he’s worthless, and any number times zero is zero, so that wouldn’t be accurate.”

She snorted and took a drink. She stared at the drink for a second before glancing at him from the side and smirking. “They teach you math like that at spy camp?”

For the first time since Noah had appeared, Roy smiled, a full, toothy, joyous smile. He nodded. “It’s day two. Right after how to punch assholes and use those little cigarette lighter camera things they used to have.”

Her laugh permeated through him straight to his core and warmed his entire body like stoking the hearth. She tipped up her glass to finish off the drink and took a fortifying breath before turning to him. “I think I’m ready to take your number… and give you mine.” Her voice wavered slightly, but there was still a determined chord running through it.

He blinked at her comment, a bit caught off guard, but a slow smile spread across his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I should have my husband’s number after all,” she added shyly.

His smile turned into a full-on grin. “Not to push my luck, but can I have my wife’s name as well?” He’d heard her name from her ex yelling it, but he wanted it to come from her. He wanted her to entrust him with that part of herself. “Or should I just give you mine to take.”

“It’ll get a bit confusing if we both are called Roy,” she observed overly innocently. He rolled his eyes, but his lips stuck in their amused slant. “I better stick with Marinette,” she shrugged. He inhaled like he was going to start speaking but let it out silently instead. She raised an eyebrow at him. “No witty comment? Have I dumbfounded you with my name?”

He shook his head slowly. “I know better than to tell you how beautiful your name is, but I do think it could be better.”

“You don’t like my name?” she asked. The uncertainty in her voice cut directly into Roy’s heart.

“I do,” he granted quickly, before she could ruminate too long in her misperception. He shifted closer, crowding into her space, his knees brushing on either side of hers, his eyes intently focused. “It’s beautiful, just like you, I just think Marinette Harper sounds even more beautiful,” he smirked.

Her heart stuttered at the low, confidence in his voice. She took a breath before returning his smirk and leaning toward him. “And what makes you think I’ll take your name?”

“You won’t tell me your last name, so…” he inhaled dramatically through gritted teeth and shrugged helplessly, “we’re going to have to use mine. No choice.”

“Oh, so tragic,” she commiserated.

“It truly is,” he agreed sadly.

The smile that had spread at his comment eventually eased into a quieter one. She straightened up and held her phone out for him. “I really do have to get going, but I really would like to get your number.” Roy looked from the phone to her a few times before entering the number and standing as he returned it. Marinette glanced down at the phone and smiled. “Sexy Husband?” she asked.

He grinned brilliantly and held his hand out for her. “So you don’t get confused. And for the record, I have no intention of letting my wife go home alone.” When she hesitated, he quickly clarified, “not while your ex might be waiting outside the bar or your place to ambush you. But I will if you want.”

Her smile returned, content and genuine and she took his outstretched hand. “Thank you. I’d like that very much.”

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Marinette has decided.

Jagged Stone should never, ever be allowed in another of these Wayne Galas.

If he’s normally difficult to handle by himself, then he’s absolutely insufferable now that he has company that eggs him on!

Now I understand why Penny almost begged me to come…

Not only does she have to take care of Jagged on a daily basis as his manager and long standing friend, now she also has to reign in his childhood friend because lord knows what would happen if they were to be left unattended…

Honestly, Marinette was expecting more from this Bruce Wayne guy. Jagged talked her ears off about how amazing of a friend he is and all his accomplishments and the work he does for charity and the community. Even Penny joined in saying how great he is.

But, so far, all she’s seen of this guy is him drinking his brains out along with Jagged and making themselves look like fools.

And none of his sons seem to be around to reign him in either. be it because he’s like Jagged and can’t be reigned in, or they just don’t care enough to do it.

Hopefully they aren’t as bad as he is at these events…

Now that she’s done the whole “introduce to the childhood best friend” part of her duties as her honorary Uncle’s plus one, she’s going off and as far away from these “grown adults” as possible.

Maybe I’ll be able to find the gentleman from the balcony - ahhh - what are you thinking, Marinette?!

She had removed her mask while in the corner she found in the garden - wearing a mask all night long is tiring and restricting, even if she insists on using it to keep her identity secret until she feels comfortable sharing it with the world.

She wasn’t expecting to turn around and make eye contact with the gentleman on the balcony. It was quite a distance from where she was, but after years of being Ladybug, all her senses have been greatly amplified - eyesight included - so it came as no surprise when she managed to make eye contact with him, if only for the fact that it allowed her to see his beautiful green eyes.

Maybe Kagami IS right and I do have a thing for green eyed men…

It’s such a pity that it was a short encounter, being interrupted by Luka calling her back inside to meet the famous Bruce Wayne.

Stealing one last glance his way, she placed her mask back on and turned around.

Now, after having complied with her duties as a plus one, she’s basically free to do whatever, and she’ll take advantage of that and try to find the mysterious green eyed, ginger gentleman.

Maybe mingling with the socialites of Gotham would help in finding him

The thought made her shudder, but for some reason something told her that she needed to meet him. And if there’s anything the Kwamis Guardian training has taught her, it was to trust her instincts, and right now, they were SCREAMING at her to at least find out his name before the end of the party.

The reason? She did not know, but she also did not completely mind it.

So, with a new mission in mind, she left off to find him.

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After dropping Lian off at the kids section, Roy moved to the bar hoping to find Jason.

And if he paid more attention to the people in the ballroom in search of the midnight haired Garden Fairy, no one needed to know.

“Who are you looking for?” Jason said, startling him out of his musings.

“Wow, are you ok dude? What got you so distracted that you got startled by that??”

He was so lost in his mind that he didn’t even notice he’d reached the bar and Jason had approached him.

He’ll never let this go if he knows that I got distracted over a woman

“Sorry, I was just thinking about having to leave Lian alone” please buy this, please buy this. Roy knew it was a losing battle, but he could at least try, right?

“Yeah, yeah. dad of the year award and all that bullshit, congrats. I mean who’s the woman that got you distracted like that, you idiot.”

“It’s not-”

“And don’t give me that crap. I know you Roy, you can deceive yourself, but you definitely can’t lie to me. The only reason other people fall for it is because they’re either not trained like us, or they don’t know you. Now spill them beans bitch.”

“Fine.” and with a long sigh, Roy explained about how he found a Fairy out in the gardens and how he felt like he absolutely had to find her again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- I’M SORRY- HAHAHA- A FAIRY! A GARDEN FAIRY HAHAHA! you’ve definitely been playing too many fairytale fantasies with Lian!” Jason said between gasps of breath while trying not to die of laughter.

Roy knew that this was coming, but it was just ridiculous. Come on, he’s a dedicated dad and “Garden Fairy” was definitely the most suitable of names for the beauty in the middle of the well cared for greenery!

“Haha, we got it, it’s hilarious! Are you going to help me find her or not?” Roy rolled his eyes when Jason was still gasping for breath and trying to stifle his laugh at the same time, which wasn’t exactly working.

“I’m sorry, haha, I will! Of course I will! Just thinking about the last time you got laid makes me want to cry for you, so of course I’ll help when you show interest in a woman for the first time in almost 6 years now. She could be the one you know!”

insert deadpan look “Are you for real now Jason? And I’m the one playing too many fantasies with Lian? What about you and your romances? Aren’t you sticking your nose too far into the books at the newest book store around the corner of that one safe house?”

“Hey! Those books need to be read. They’re masterpieces that you’d never even imagine yourself to be able to understand. The sentences are immaculate, the plot is well plotted, no holes in a single chapter. The reading is so smooth it’s like laying on a bed with brand new silk sheets, it’s-”

“Ok nerd, I got it! You like reading them and I’m an idiot who will never get it, now get your romantic brain to work and help me find her”

“Alright, alright. Bossy much?”

“I heard that.”

After all the bickering, both men turned and discretely glanced at the crowd while making short conversation, looking for Roy’s mysterious Garden Fairy.

It took a bit, but finally, his eyes found her form. For some reason, she was now wearing a red, black and gold mask that she wasn’t previously wearing in the garden, and that may have contributed to how long it took to find her.

She was talking with a family that owned some sort of textile company in Old Gotham, but her eyes were glancing around the room, seemingly looking for something. Or maybe someone.

He didn’t like alluding himself, because it could not be true, and the disappointment would be too much to handle. But she really seemed to be looking for someone, and each time she failed to do so, he could see her nose scrunching - even with the mask - and the disappointment was clear in her bluebell eyes.

He was begging every entity to have her eyes meet his, and it seemed his prayers paid off, because not even a second later, her eyes landed on his. He saw recognition flash through them and a bit of pink took over the part of her face he could see. He was happy to see that reaction on her, it meant that she wasn’t completely uninterested as he had feared she would.

He started moving towards her and hoped he could convey in their conversation with their eyes, just how fascinated he was to have found her in those gardens earlier and that he would like to know more about her.

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Marinette saw the ginger gentleman from the balcony move towards her, and from his eyes, she could tell he was just as interested in finding out more about her as she was about him.

So, turning away from the prospective business partners, she moved towards him, eventually standing only a couple feet from each other almost in the middle of the dance floor.

Glancing at the people already waltzing, she turned towards the ginger gentleman, an invitation clear in her eyes.

He took a step closer, hand reaching out for hers, and in the smoothest voice she’d ever heard, he asked her for a dance.

She placed her gloved hand on his inviting one, and that was all he needed to pull her closer and start the waltz that would change their lives.

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My Life is One Complication After Another 5

Chapter 5

I’m going to try to post more this year and finish up a few of my started to fics so sorry for not updating this in a while

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In his defense it had been only three hours, but he still doesn't understand how his newest child seems to be completely missing. They had all noticed she was missing during breakfast but none thought much of it. They all thought she was still in her room, when they looked she wasn't there

Queue them searching the entire Manor, while Damian searched the grounds, and Tim trying to trace her locations.

Now that lead to more questions than answers.

The last location her phone showed was somewhere in Starling City at 3:22 am and then it disappeared.

He and Tim were now attempting to trace her, Dick was pacing, while Jason was on the phone trying to call Roy.

The location history made no sense. One minute she is in Gotham, the next time her phone gives a signal she is in Starling, and the next she's gone.

"Damn..." Tim cursed, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

"What is it?" Bruce asked watching the screen.

"She's Pinky, remember." Tim stated as if that made everything make sense.

"Just spell it out Replacement." Jason grumbled still unable to get a hold of Roy, apparently.

"She's the one who erased every mention of a magical war in Paris. We've never interacted with her as Bats, but..." He held up a little red drive. "She put all the information imbedded into this drive, which she gave me the second day we met..."

Timothy's words hung in the air. The unspoken words rang in his mind like an alarm.

She knows.

He was beginning to spiral.

He's only had custody of his daughter for a week, and she's gone. From what Tim is saying she can hide from them if she wants. She could be anywhere. She could have been taken and she knows who they are. He didn't prep her, or even tell her himself.

No. She figured it out on her own and knows they are hiding it from her.

"If I may Master Bruce?" Alfred cleared his throat, effectively pulling everyone's attention. Breaking him from his thoughts, he nodded. "All of you have treated the girl as if she is made of glass."

"She is a civilian, we have..." Dick started but Alfred stopped him.

"Yet, from what I have heard she is not. She knows of your nightly activities." He rose a knowing brow.

"Alfred, you know more, don't you?" Bruce questioned.

"Even if I do. The young Miss should be the one to tell you." With that he turned and made his way back up to the manor.

"Tim keep tracing, Jason get a hold of Roy. I'm going to Starling, maybe Oliver knows where she might be." He grumbled.

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"Why does everything always seem to be so much easier when you’re here Bug?" Green Arrow asked as the three of them were coming back in from patrol.

"It's the creation and balance of the Ladybug Miraculous. It quite literally tries to even everything out around it. Essentially meaning because there’s usually so much wrong going on in the city. So, it mellows it out to the point where it’s almost nonexistent it seems." She explains sitting down at one of the desks letting her transformation fall.

"I should probably head back." She let her head slightly hang lost in thought.

"Come on Nettie, Bruce is probably looking for you anyways, why don't you come and have breakfast. Laurel's been wanting to see you anyways." Oliver extended an invitation to which she gladly accepted.

Oliver took his car, while Marinette went with Roy on his motorcycle. The entire ride back she leaned into him comfortable and finally having a moment of peace since moving.

She knows her family means well, but they’re almost suffocating. And unfortunately she has a feeling the suffocation isn’t about to end.

The second she stepped in Starling, she remembered to put her phone into an untraceable mode due to miraculous magic. It however didn’t cross her mind to switch that off quite yet.

They rode back to the Queen estate where both Oliver and Laurel were waiting for them. She knows Roy took the long route, in order to help her ease her mind. As soon as she takes off the helmet Laurel envelops her in a hug.

"Nettie, it has been too long. And frankly if these two knuckleheads weren’t going to bring you I was."

"You know I’m only a phone call away Laurel." Marinette laughed, as the first genuine smile came back on her lips for the entire week.

"Why don’t we get some breakfast on and then tell me about all the drama which must've likely kicked up."

"Deal. Berry crepes?"

"If you’re making them, Bug, definitely." Roy leaned over and gave her shoulder a squeeze before settling into a side hug.

She looked up at him and gave him a knowing smirk. "You’re helping Speedy, come on."

She grabbed his wrist and dragged him knowingly to the kitchen.

Marinette would pop in to Starling almost as often as Roy did to Paris, and that would be almost biweekly. So Marinette knew exactly where everything would be in that kitchen. As she quickly whipped up the batter, she had Roy slice up fruits and the jams to create the filling.

The three of them were in the kitchen just casually talking, Oliver had of course gone somewhere that wasn't the kitchen, where he knew he would end up getting scolded by Marinette.

Can he cook, yes, did he usually get into Marinette's way, also yes.

He didn’t come back until they called him back to finally eat something.

They sat and talked until they all realized they were restless. So the four of them got up and left for the rarely used in home gym. Mostly because everyone in the house instead use thugs, mercenary‘s, and other meta-humans as punching bags, so the home gym didn’t get used all that much.

"You and me first, Nettie." Laurel pulled her to the mat in the center.

Kaalki and Tikki were floating around, the latter decided to sit on Roy's shoulder, both nibbling on a cookie. Oliver had disappeared again.

She smiled before falling into position facing Laurel.

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Bruce didn't get nervous, much less worried, but Oliver was however getting on his nerves.

He has a daughter to find and bring home, and he is not co-operating in the slightest.

Instead of meeting him anywhere, Oliver told him to come over by the estate, which he did. He didn’t even make it inside, seeing as Oliver was waiting for him at the door.

"She’ll be home by dinner." He was nearly expressionless, stating a fact more than anything else, and Bruce hated it.

"I don’t even know how she got here, Oliver. If she’s even still here, I need to find her I..." He spoke in measured breaths, but his mind raced.

"You and the boys are suffocating her, Bruce. She’s not a civilian, you’re just too damn blind to see that. She understands more than you give her credit for."

"Oliver it’s not that I don’t trust her or I don’t see her worth. I..." He was once again cut off by the Green Arrow.

"Bruce talk to your daughter, before she ends up putting you on your ass." With that Oliver turned and went back inside, closing the door behind him. Which left Bruce annoyed and bewildered all the same time.

Of everyone in the league he and Oliver have the most in common. He knows he’s not the best dealing with his emotions or those of others, hell Oliver is not much better. Yet he knows if he doesn't change something, if this continues as is, he knows he might lose his daughter.

But this.

This is his family, his child. But at the same time he really doesn’t know what to do.

His children have always needed him, they needed both aspects of him. But her, she’s different from the others.

That he knows.

And not just the fact that she seems to be able to process her emotions. There’s a weight on her, one he feels he should recognize, but hasn’t quite yet.

So he returned back to Gotham. And the first thing he did was sit at the Bat-computer, and searched the Starling vigilantes. And a recent photo nearly made him panic.

There’s a girl in a dark red and black suit, the plating almost resembling an insects armor more than something man-made. Over her right shoulder was a clearly unconscious Aarsenal, and in her right hand was his bow. On the side was both Green Arrow and Black Canary looking like two immensely proud parents.

All he felt though was anger towards Oliver queen for making his daughter a vigilante. And panic for that exact same reason.

He needs to talk to his daughter.

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