Maribat Masterlist of Masterlists

Masterlistby@arty-shadow-morningstar

Contents are Daminette’s, Bio Dad! John Constantine, Bridgette switching, Platonic Jasonette, Platonic Brucinette, and a Stephanie x Marinette.

Waiting for the Worms Masterpostby@black-streak

This is one big fic about soulmate Jasonette where they can switch bodies. Guess who was in Jason’s body when the Joker killed ‘him’.

ML x DC Masterlistby@artxyra

Containing Mari/Adribat, Mominette, Klepto! Mari, Psychologist Mari, Sibling Brucinette, Daminette and many more.

Maribat Master Listby@astrynyx

Containing Timari/Timinette, Daminette, and art.

Masterpostby@soulmate-game

There are Bio Dad! Stephen Strange, Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne, Bio! Dad John Constantine, Adopted by the Kents, Bio Dad & Mom! Joker and Harley, and many more.

Remember some chapters are longer than others

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Okay…. So I’m looking for a story. I don’t know if it’s brucinette or not but marinette got reincarnated into talia’s body? And she’ll be living her normal life but Bruce would be suspicious and and would keep tabs on her and she’ll get angry and would just go off on him for being racist among other things. Does anyone know about this and its name/author?

A Blind Meeting

Chapter14

04/27/2022

Note: This is outrageous I am sorry for the long wait.

I wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible, but Richard doesn’t get out of school until three thirty. I walked back and forth in my office at home, as the video of the attempted robbery played in the background. I couldn’t believe Marinette flipped a man over her shoulder.

Marinette is truly someone special. I sat down at my desk and close out the video. If I didn’t know any better I’d assume she was that Ladybug hero. I want to apologize to her for real this time. But how can I? Maybe I’ll buy her flowers. Yeah I’ll do that with a card that says, “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you should put more than an ‘I’m sorry.’ Master Bruce.” Alfred walks into the office carrying a tray of food. “Flowers are a good start to a woman of good taste. Which flowers were you thinking?” He placed a plate down on my desk with a glass of wine.

“She liked the flowers in our garden. Specifically the roses in the center. She said they had a different scent than most roses. What’s for lunch?” I asked moving some papers around.

“Your lunch Master Bruce. Smoked Salmon with seasons potatoes and carrots, and a glass of red wine. That’s a good choice. Why don’t you just take them from the garden.”

“Thank you Alfred, I just might.” I picked up the fork and knife and eat.

“Master Bruce, if I can advise. Marinette is not your average 'Desirable’ woman.” Alfred says disappearing around the doorway. I thought over what Alfred said as I eat.

Alfred and I made it to the academy to pick up Richard. I held onto the bouquet of flowers when I watch Richard walk up to the car. I quickly placed the flowers down beside me on the seat.

“Alfred, you can’t believe what happened at school today. My French teacher-” Richard stared at me only blinking three times registering that I was in the vehicle too.

“What happened in class?” I asked resting my hands on my left knee. He rubs the back of his neck thinking of what to say. His eyes looked around the car landing just beside my leg.

“Bruce, are those flowers? Those wouldn’t be for a certain beautiful blind lady would they?” Richard wiggles his eye brows at me with the biggest grin he could possess.

“As a matter of fact, they are.” I feel a smile cross my lips and quickly cover it with my hand and cough just a little. Richard continued to grin untill when we arrived at the Sleeping Bug-Mice. There was a line about a block long when we arrived. I look down at my watch seeing that it was only three o'clock. It didn’t seem like Marinette would have time right now to even say a quick “hello.” I decided to have Alfred take us to the company to check on the business.

Richard finished up his home work in my office. I looked up to notice Alfred looking at his watch and pushed it back under the sleeve.

“Is something the matter Alfred?” I asked drawing Richard’s attention.

“No sir. Just thinking about what I am preparing for dinner tonight.” Dinner? I look down at my own watch and noticed it was thirty minutes to seven. I sat there thinking for a good moment then locked my computer down.

“Marinette’s store was really busy today. She probably didn’t have anything to eat yet.” I started.

“Let’s bring her dinner?!” Richard excitedly finished. I smiled getting out of my chair and walked over to him. Alfred had a smirk on his face, clearly amused.

“I agree. What should we pick up?” Richard stood up and we walked to the elevator as we decided on where to go.

We settled with the famous Italian place, ordered all of our favorites, then some Tortellini, salad, and their famous bread sticks. Alfred pulled up to the bakery, finding it had only Marinette, a couple customers, and her two new employees. Richard and I exit the car holding the to go bags of food waiting for Alfred to join us. Be held out the bouquet of flowers to me. I had to maneuver the bag around in my arms then take the flowers.

“I will be at the Manor for some me time, young masters. Call me when you need me.” He quickly just got into the car and drove off not waiting for a response from us. I blinked in the direction he drove off in, wondering what just happened. Richard walked in first with his half of take out.

“Pas de souci. Nous sommes arrivés vers deux heures trente mais votre employé a dit que vous preniez un repos bien nécessaire, alors nous avons décidé de revenir plus près de la fermeture. J'espère que ça va?” Richard smiled as he spoke. I walked in with the other half of the food and quietly placed it on an empty table. I listened carefully to their conversation. A young man peered his head around the corner of the kitchen. He looked oddly familiar but I couldn’t quite put my hand on who.

“It isn’t a problem at all. Wait, We? Is Monsieur Pennyworth with you?” Marinette asked, looking around Richard to as if to see if Alfred is indeed here.

“No, he is at home taking some "him time” so he put it. How are you Marinette?“ I said, coming across sincere and hurt for a minute. Its as if she didn’t want to see me anymore. Or it could have just been that Alfred had always dropped the boy off.

"Y-you’re fine. I mean I’m f-fine! Ouch.” She said in a hurry. “Go ahead and have a seat in the empty table, I’ll bring over your drinks and pastries before we get started then?” She mumbles. She seemed to have hurt herself some how. Her words had slurred here and there. Richard chuckled before he took a seat at the table with our food on it.

I watched Marinette walk into the kitchen for what seemed like a couple minutes the walk back out. She poured us two cups of coffee and heated up a couple of the muffins and cream filled croissants delivering them to our table. I waited a couple minutes watching her closely. It is remarkable how she is able to be so successful in this world just by only being blind. It is as if she is magic. She stood there with her hair tied over her left shoulder held only by a red ribbon. She didn’t smile but that could be because I am here.

“Alright, so did you bring your homework?” She asked as she pulled out the seat in front of her.

“We actually brought you dinner.” I began.

“Incase you were hungry. You’re shop seemed very busy today. We brought Italian.” Richard finished. He moved the muffins and croissants into the middle and unwrapped our take out on the small table for the three of us.

“Oh, Mercí. But I couldn’t. I still have to clean up and still have some customers in here.” She said, with a small bite to her lower lip. She seemed a little nervous for some reason. Was it me?

“You go ahead and eat Miss. Evelyn and I will do the clean up. You need to eat.” The same young man from before stepped out from around the kitchen with a small little girl, who stoodnthere nodding. Marinette is about to protest when her stomach gave a loud growl. With a defeated sigh and agreed and sat down with us.

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What did you do?! Brucinette [CrackFic]

Thought of this when I was reading this

I’m making this a Brucinette just because it makes more sense in my opinion.

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(This takes place in Wayne manor, Marinette and Bruce are married.)

Marinette was packing a bag while Bruce was sulking when Dick entered: Hey, Mom, I need your help wit- what are you doing? Why are you packing a bag?! Did Bruce do something?!

Bruce: Dick Marinette’s leavi-

Before he could finish what he was saying Dick cut him off yelling: HEY GUYS. COME QUICK!!! EMERGENCY!!! B DID SOMETHING TO PISS MOM OFF SO NOW SHE’S LEAVING!!!

Both Jason and Damian were the first ones to arrive.

Jason: WHAT DID B DO!?

Damian: FATHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Jason: Is it because he’s old?

Bruce: what th-

Barbra was next followed by Stephanie dragging a barely awake Tim.

Both Barbra and Stephanie: WHAT DID HE DO?!

Stephanie : it’s probably because of his fashion taste, just look at him.

Barbra: he’s probably going bald, is that why?!

Bruce: he-

Tim: he probably said or did something stupid again.☕️

And in our lord and savior’s typical fashion, Alfred shows up out of nowhere and says: shame on you master Wayne. (Smh)

Bruce: bu..but-

Damian: Pennyworth gather my belongings, I’ve decided, if mother and father wish to get a divorce, I shall live with mother.

Bruce: di-?

Dick: DIVORCE!?

Jason: it was fun while it lasted, After you’re done with demon spawns stuff help me with mine.

Cassandra: I help too!! ‍♀️

(Wtf, where’d she come from!?)

Barbra: Come on Dick, we need to get our stuff too, Steph go help Tim with his.. whatever?

Bye Bruce it was fun while it lasted. ☹️

Dick: I ca- can’t believe it’s ov- over.. just like that…

Everyone starts walking out of the room talking when suddenly Marinette screams: EVERYONE STOP!

Everyone stops and turns to look at Marinette

Everyone: yes?

Marinette: WTH?! Your father and I aren’t getting a divorce!

Dick: Then only separation?

Marinette: no! I’m leaving for a mission not divorcing Bruce!

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Everyone: ooooohhhh

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Jason: what’s for lunch?

Alfred: lasagna, master Ja-

And just like that everyone was out of the room back to their respective places

Bruce:

(don’t mind the bad and lazy art)

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Low key everyone jabbing at Bruce

Welcome to the dark age 

[Brucinette] prompt/idea

Here’s the thing, I’m not a writer but I have unfortunately fallen into the rabbit hole that is Maribat, English is also not my first language, so correcting me and my grammar is welcomed and appreciated.

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• So basically She has a crush on Adrian but the difference is that after a few weeks she realizes that she sees him more like a best friend/brother
• At the same time, she realizes he’s gay but says nothing to him until there like 16
• btw she gets Tikki at 13 a few months later the Lila incident happens and just because I’m a salty person, the class betrayal (excluding Alex, Julica, Luca, Kagami, and of course Adrian, side note Chloe too) happens but instead of wallowing in self-pity she suks it up and doesn’t care, because our girl knows her worth and stuff
• She becomes the Guardian at 14, she and Adrian reveal themselves to each other and are basically like:

• Like a week later Marinette ends up running into Chloe being sad and stuff, they have this heart to heart chat about the class and how Sabrina left her, the Miracle Queen incident, their parents, the expectations set on them, Chloe apologizes and they end up becoming friends (#ILoveChloeRedemptionFics)
• 15 nothing big happens
• 16 it’s time for that talk with Adrian this is how I imagine it would go:

Mari: Adrian we need to talk.

Adrian: yes Mari?

Mari: Adrian, how do I put this…

Adrian: Mari are you ok?

Mari: You know what I’ll just say it.

*Marinette places Adrian’s hands in her own*

Adrian: ok now you’re starting to scare me.

Mari: Adrian… You’re gay.

…

Adrian: what?

Mari: Chris Hemsworth or Gal Gadot.

Adrian: Chris Hems-

…

ALT

• A few more years later after college
• So basically I imagine Both Adrian and Marinette’s parents are setting them up on dates left and right, so they come up with this plan to fake date, Mari because she wants to focus on her Fashion career and Adrian become he doesn’t want to date girls, and Gabrial doesn’t know he’s gay and wouldn’t approve of it.
• So basically everyone falls for it except their friends who know the truth.
• Time skip 2 years later they decide to get married because they both want kids and trust each other. (they’re basically 26 at this point)

(side note: Adrian doesn’t model anymore and decided he wants to be a photographer and does business on the side, he’s co CEO with Mari for MD (Miraculous Designs)

• 27 is a hectic year Mari and Adrian have twin girls, Emily and Valerie, Adrian finally comes out to his father (doesn’t take it well and the fight), they take Hawkmoth down finding out it’s actually Gabrial, move to New York because Mari need to keep the balance and stuff, plus it’s where all their friends live now, they also get divorced, but still live together.
• I imagine Emily with Straight blond hair and blue eyes, and Valerie with really wavy Red hair and blue eyes that match her sister’s (BTW I imagine Gina, Mari’s grandma had red hair when she was younger))

• Over the years she’s visited the Guardian temple, finished her training, she’s become a fashion icon/household name.
• Let’s say now she’s about 35 and decides to move to Gotham because of the imbalance in the city, Emily and Valerie come with.
• for some reason, I imagine Emily being this sweet Angelic child and Valerie being this little daredevil child that will milk you for all you’re worth that only really listens to her mother, and sometimes Adrian, and her aunts and uncles, I also imagine their as chaotic at their parents and thrive on all the chaos they’d create.
• at this point I imagine Adrian has a boyfriend, he was either dating him before he got divorced in secret except only his friends knew, or they started after, it’s just idk if it should be a made-up character, Luca, or another person from ML or DC

• Now this is how I imagine Bruce and Marinette would meet
• Mari would be invited to a Wayne foundation party/gala as MDC, she’d of course go because it’s charity.
• While she’s there she drops a check in the donation box, grabs a drink, and heads to the balcony to avoid the snotty rich people.
• When she’s on the balcony, she’s probably designing/Sketchy something inspired by the view in a design book she managed to fit in her bag when she’s rudely interrupted byyyyy ‘dorm role please’ you guessed it, Bruce.
• I imagine she wouldn’t know who he is and would end up having this conversation with him that would end up in them exchanging first names and phone numbers.
• They end up on a few dates together, a few identities and secret reveals later, and they’re married with A house/mansion, a dozen or so children, a zoo, oh and Alfred! :D

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That really all I have for this idea, I also have somewhat of an idea of how the kids would meet and react to their parent’s partner/lover.

Eternal Love - Saltyfang - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]

Don’t know why but i really like the idea of sugar baby Brucinette

Can someone please write this?

To the people that want to dress their characters with pictures in their Maribat fics (preferably girls but I do boys too) @ me I’m bored and don’t wanna study anymore.

No Time To Die|Song Au

It was a Dark and rainy day when it happened,

I should’ve known

it was ten years ago but I still remember it like it was just yesterday, it was the day before my 16th birthday,

I’d leave alone

we’d finally managed to track down hawkmoth. we, being chat noir and ladybug, had planned to raid his base and retrieve the peacocks and moth miraculous, finally ending the three year long war.

Just goes to show

we’d planned it for weeks, nothing could’ve possibly gone wrong…

That the blood you bleed

except Chat noir wasn’t on my side, at least not anymore.

Is just the blood you owe

we’d entered the ominous looking lair fairly easy, walked to the end of the hall together, I nocked down the door, and entered first,

We were a pair

there he was, standing there Mayura by his side,

But I saw you there

I was the first to talk “Hawkmoth! Mayura! as the Gradian of the Miraculous I demand you return the Moth and peacock miraculous or be faced with the consequences!” the only response I’d gotten was a manic laugh and the revealing look of madness in his eyes,

Too much to bear

“and what that might be ladybug, you don’t actually believe you can stop us on your own. do you?”

You were my life

“I’m sorry my lady” and just like that, I felt a sharp pain in my back, and tears in my eyes,

But life is far away from fair

chat noir had betrayed me, my closet ally and partner…ha..ha Ha HA-

Was I stupid to love you?

in a long line of dominos, it was the last domino falling, after three years they’d done it, she said it would happen and it did..

Was I reckless to help?

First it was trusted acquaintances, next was Friends, then it was family, now this, people I’d known for years, all turned their backs to me.

Was it obvious to everybody else

it was all a lie, A LIE!!

That I’d fallen for a lie?

maybe it was the anger that fuelled my next actions, or maybe it was desperation mixed my mental and physical pain,

You were never on my side

I was on my back, I used my legs to spring myself back on my feet, it caught everyone off guard, I used that and got a hit on chat noir, causing him to fall flat down on his ass, I knocked him out and took his ring.

Fool me once, fool me twice

it was two vs one so I put on the ring and unified the ring and earrings, it was a move purely driven by adrenalin.

Are you death or paradise?

physically, it felt felt warm. Mentally? I was as cold as ice.

Now you’ll never see me cry

I don’t remember much, just tears and anger,

There’s just no time to die

all I know is, when the adrenalin wore off, I had the moth and peacock miraculous in my hands, and both hawkmoth and mayure were on the floor, unconscious.

I let it burn

there were sirens outside getting closer by the second, so after getting what I wanted, I left.

You’re no longer my concern

she had the Grimoire, the miracle box, and a bag of clothes.

Faces from my past return

she’d turned the miracle box into a ring, it was easier to travel with that way,

Another lesson yet to learn

she didn’t know where she was going, she was alone with no one to trust,

That I’d fallen for a lie

all she knew was she was done, done being the nice girl, done with people, and done with being a ‘hero’

You were never on my side

just like that, came the downfall of ladybug. and with it, came the rise of 'the Scarlet Guardian’.

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

and for the the next ten years she travelled the world, training and looking for lost miraculouses, no one by her side other then the Kwamis.

Now you’ll never see me cry

There’s just no time to die

she’d been in Tibet to visit the abandoned temple, she’s had decided to visit a random, nearby bar when she met him.

No time to die

it was purely by chance when their eyes met

No time to die

blue bluebell eyes meets dazzling ocean blue eyes,

Foolme once, fool me twice

it was electric, she was as drawn to him as he was to her.

Are you death or paradise?

he was the first to move, getting up from his table and heading to her direction at the bar.

Now you’ll never see me cry

he’d asked to sit in the empty seat next to her, introducing himself as Bruce, she’d reluctantly agreed, for a few minutes they’d sat there in silence, he’d been the one to break it,

There’s just no time to die

for a complete stranger, she’d enjoyed his company, maybe she should give him a chance.

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Ok so personally I get Carmen SanDiego vibes when I think of what she wears, so red trench coat with a matching Fedora hat, plus I found this ring on Pinterest so let’s add that in too:

Thanks for reading, now if you excuse me I have to go study for my first mid semester physics exam qwq

Hi guys! So, I’ve had this au rolling around for a while, so here you go. If you think I should continue with it, let me know. Hope y’all enjoy! Peace!

Bruce was tired. Exhausted really. For one, it was a Monday. If that wasn’t enough of an explanation, he didn’t know what was. He had spent the entire weekend working on an assignment he had gotten Friday. Seventy-two hours, zero sleep, and way too much coffee later, he had completed it. He had been just able to get about an hour of sleep before he was bolting out the door in order to get to class on time. And right now, Bruce was really wishing he had listened to Alfred and gotten something to eat, or at least some more coffee before he left. He wasn’t even on campus and he was falling asleep. He had been alright driving, but once he parked and was walking towards G.C.U.’s main building when he felt the waves of exhaustion hit him. He knew he wouldn’t make it though classes if he didn’t get some form of stimulant in him, NOW.

The university cafeteria was on the other side of the building, but if he hurried, Bruce could make it there, get the cheap coffee, and make it to class on time. But just as he was turning in that direction, the glorious smell of coffee caught his attention. Across the street, right on the corner was a café. ‘Blended Fate’. Bruce didn’t care how cheesy the name sounded, all he cared about was the sweet, sweet smell of coffee that enshrouded the place. Stepping inside, Bruce surveyed the layout. It was quaint. The floor space was small, but it didn’t seem overcrowded with the few tables that lay scattered about. A booth was set up along the window, running the full length of the store. The walls showed off the buildings original brickwork and Bruce could easily see where the most foot traffic had been. But the wear on the floor boards didn’t make it look bad. If anything, coupled with the interior walls, it made the whole place feel like you stepped back in time.

Thankfully there was only one other person in line, a small girl in a large pink coat who was adamantly talking with the barista as he made her drink. ‘Too cheery, easy target,’ Bruce thought. He knew it would be considered creepy to others if they knew he would rate the likelihood of them being mug, shot, or exploited, but he couldn’t help it. After what happened with his parents, he had started labeling people. Assessing them to see if they could propose any threat, and this girl didn’t look like she could even throw a punch properly. He felt bad for her. She wouldn’t last long in Gotham. It would either take her innocence or her life, of that Bruce was certain. The barista was, amazing quick with her order, and turned to Bruce with a welcoming smile.

“Have a good one M.”

The voice snapped Bruce out his thoughts, catching the barista giving the girl a smile before turning his attention to Bruce.

“What can I get for you?”

“Extra large coffee. Black.” Bruce said, pulling out his wallet.

“Oh, you don’t have to pay. The girl in front of you already did.” The barista said, handing him the coffee.

Now, it was mostly due to his sleep deprived mind, but when the barista told him that girl payed for his coffee, it set him off. This was Gotham. No one did anything nice for others unless they would get something out of it. And given Bruce’s standing in Gotham, it grated on his nerves. Receiving his coffee Bruce hardly spared the barista a glance before storming out into the street, blue eyes scanning the area for that girl. She couldn’t have gotten far. He caught a flash of pink walking across the campus grounds and he bolted after her, nearly getting hit by a few cars.

“Hey.” Bruce shouted when he was close enough to not draw too much attention, but close enough to get her attention. And catch her attention he did.

Turning around, the first thing Bruce took notice of was that she was Asian, or at lest Asian decent. She was tiny, barely reaching his chest. Her dark hair was tucked under a soft, grey knit hat, leaving little trails to frame her slightly round face. The only thing that gave way that she wasn’t fully Asian were her eyes. Instead of them being olive shaped, they were more rounded. Very European.

“Hi. Can I help you?” she asked, a slight accent showing. French if Bruce wasn’t mistaken.

“Yeah, actually. I want you to know that I don’t appreciate you trying to win a favor from me. I am not interested in gold diggers, people looking to climb the ladder, or anyone looking for a fling just to feed it to the media.”

“Wha?”

“You heard me. Look, the whole ‘cute-girl-buying-you-a-drink’ deal may work on others, but it doesn’t on me.” Bruce went on, tired and irritated.  He didn’t have energy for this.

“Sir, I … I think you misunderstood. I just payed for your coffee because you looked tired and like you were having a bad morning and I though you could use something to brighten your day. I didn’t mean to offend you or cause you to think that. I apologize.” She said, and the sheer amount of sincerity caught Bruce off guard. She genuinely looked upset and guilt for causing him to presume that she only did it to catch his attention. Her eyes, which he belatedly registered were grey, appeared truly concerned.

“I’m sorry for the trouble, but I have to get going. I hope you have a better morning! Enjoy your coffee!” the girl said, turning with a wave and smile before melting into the morning crowds.

As he watched her fade into the crowd, Bruce could say he was honestly baffled. The girl hadn’t responded the way others had. Every time he had confronted a girl, they had turned from innocent and sweet to a snarling monster in seconds. But this girl, who he had blown up at, still maintained her sweet, kind demeanor. Bruce couldn’t understand how that was possible. Something about her was different, and not just on the account she wasn’t from Gotham. There was something else, he couldn’t recognize.

Banishing all thoughts of the coffee girl from his mind, Bruce proceeded to class. He had better things to worry about then some girl. After all, what were the chances of seeing her again?

Hey guys! So, um, here’s a new story. This will probably stay a one-shot, but here you go. Hope ya’ll enjoy! Peace!!

He was suppose to protect her. He promised he would. He promised her, and now she was gone, all because he couldn’t keep his promise. He swore he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, to the only person that was able to bring light back into his life and now she was gone. All because he couldn’t protect her. Because he wasn’t strong enough, or fast enough. He should have taken the bullet. If he hadn’t frozen on seeing the gun that madman had, his firecracker would still be here. She would be safe. She would still be here. But he froze, and now she was gone.

It was almost a year now. Almost a year since she was killed. Since his life spiraled out of control. Since everything came crashing down around him. As the minutes ticked on, drawing closer to the time of her death, he remembered.

11:40

The first time they met was unforgettable. He quite literally fell for her. He was running late for one of his classes at Gotham University of Art, Science and Technology. Sprinting down the stairs, his nose buried in one of his textbooks, there was no way he could have seen the small girl running up the stairs. One second, he was running down the stairs and the next, he was free falling.

Bracing himself for the collision with the unforgiving floor, he was instead met with a softer landing, promptly followed by the sound of something snapping. Sealing himself, he waited the pain to come, but five seconds past and no pain came. And then the ground shifted, groaning in pain. His eyes few open, locking on the soft ‘floor’ beneath him. To his horror, a tiny girl lay under him, face twisted in pain. The shutter of a camera snapped him out of  his horrified trance. Scrabbling off the girl, his apology came out in a incoherent, jumbled mess.

“I - I am so - are you - please tell me your - I didn’t mean - I wasn’t looking and – do you need - I mean,” He tried to say, to many things pushing to the forefront of his mind and his mouth couldn’t decide what to say first. The students surrounding them could only snicker at they young Wayne’s mishap. Many of them relishing in the accident if only to have some dirt on the young heir.

“I – I think my arm’s broken.” Groaned the girl, who was gingerly trying to sit up, cradling her right arm.

Those words sent him in a bigger panic. He not only knocked a girl over, landing on her, but he also broke her arm.

“I- I’ll take you to a hospital. Do you think you can stand?” he asked, frantically searching for his keys.

“I- I think so. Do, do you have anything I could use as a sling, to support it? She asked, shift the weight of her arm slightly.

Tearing off his over shirt, he did his best to make a semi-comfortable sling for the girl. As he finished with the last knot, he glanced up, meeting her eyes for the first time, his breath catching. One of the most stunning pair of serine blue eyes stared back at him, studying him.

“Let- let’s get you to a hospital.” He managed to say, forcing the words out from the constriction in his throat.

They somehow managed to get to his Jaguar without aggravating the girls arm any farther. The ride to the hospital was tense. His mouth couldn’t seem to shut up, he couldn’t keep track of what he was saying as he tried to focus on the road and the condition of the girl beside him.

“Hey, listen. It’s ok. I don’t blame you, ok. It was an accident. It could’ve happened to anyone. But I need you to breath ok. Can’t have you passing out on me in the car.” She said, snapping him out of his panic state of mind.

“I- I fell on you, in front of the whole school! I broke your arm! How are you not mad at me?”

“One, it could have happened to anyone and if those people say otherwise, they’re jerks! Second, it’s not the first time I broke something, and knowing my track record, it will not be the last. Third, you already apologized, so you can stop, because like I said, it was an accident and I forgive you. And fourth, I think I may be able to get out of some assignments with a broken arm!” She said, laughing at the last reason.

The sound of her laughter caught him off guard. Not only was she not mad, but she was laughing it off. Just who was this girl?

“I’m Marinette by the way,” she said, almost as if she read his mind, extending her uninjured arm to shake his hand. Glancing at her for a second, he saw a friendly, welcoming smile adoring her round face as her eyes twinkled with a light that he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Bruce,” he said, reaching over to grasp her hand, slightly surprized at the strength of her grip.

“Well Bruce, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

She had been right about that. In the six weeks she was wearing the cast, Bruce insisted that he help her. He even went so far as to sit in on some of her classes just he could help her take notes. He had never been one to warm up to anyone quickly, even when his parents were alive. But this girl, Marinette, there was something about her that drew him in.

She had always known what to say to him, even if he didn’t want to hear it. She was always there for him, and in time, he learned to stand up for himself and for others.

11:45 p.m.

“ … and I wasn’t getting any inspiration, like nothing. So I decided to climb on my roof, you know, to get a look at the stars and skyline and get some fresh air. While I was up there, looking over the city, I saw something fly through the night. I couldn’t tell what they were, and then one of them flew through the light. They were bats! And I watched them glide through the night, I suddenly go hit with this … wave of inspiration.” Marinette told him as they walked through the halls. They planned on getting lunch between their classes, and she was using their time to fill Bruce in on what had inspired her latest work. While he wasn’t … fond of the night terrors, he was impressed by his friend’s designs.

As they passed on of the chemistry labs, raised voice floated through the air, causing the duo to pause.

“ … simple freak, just do our assignments and we’ll leave you alone. Deal?”

Bruce knew that voice, Graham Alexander Towers the III. A spoiled rich brat whose family came from old money.

“Look, I’m not g-going to do your assignments anymore. I- I don’t have enough time to do my assignments.” a nervous voice countered, but it was so soft and low that Bruce almost didn’t hear it. Harsh laughter cut off whatever the other person was saying as the others cawed.

“You hear that boys, the coward thinks he has a back bone. Listen freak, unless you want to scared of turning corners, then you do it. After all, being scared is all your good at.” Towers sneered.

“And I suggest you develop a health dose of fear, cause once Pr. Adam’s finds out that you’ve not only been bullying someone else to complete your assignments but also threatening his top student, well, let’s just say that it’s not gonna be pretty.” Bruce’s voice cut through the chemistry lab, startling the occupants.

Spinning around, Graham locked eyes with Bruce, and for a few long moments, no one moved. The two heirs held each other’s gaze, Graham with ill hidden anger and Bruce with smug satisfaction.

“Wayne.” Graham spat.

“Towers,” Bruce countered politely, like they were discussing the weather. “I highly suggest that if you don’t want Pr. Adam’s to find out, then you leave him alone. If you try anything like this again, lets just say that the Towers’ name will be a little more mared then before. After all, the press will jump at the chance to do a story about how the Graham Alexander Towers the III was bullying a top student at G. A. to do his homework. It’ll be pretty and I don’t think your father will be very happy about that. I mean, he barely kept your last scandal under wraps.”

Graham considerable paled at those word. Wisely, for once, he kept his mouth shut and just stormed out, muttering curses under his breath. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Bruce turned to the other man in the room, who was looking at him with ill concealed awe.

“You’re Crane, right?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, yes, I’m Jonathan Crane. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne. Thank you for that.” Jonathan said, shaking Bruce’s hand with enthusiasm.

“Bruce is fine, and don’t mention it. I’ve seen your work. You’re a top chem. student and I would hate for you to not reach as far because of Towers. Keep up what you’re doing, cause I have a feeling you’re going to do something big someday and blow Gotham out of the water.” He said, sending the young man a smile before leaving only to run into Marinette, who he had left outside the classroom. The last thing he wanted was for her to become a target of Towers. Heaven knows that family has it out for the Wayne’s. The look she gave him made him slightly self-conscious.

“What?”

“You’re a good guy, Bruce. A really good guy. I’m proud of you.” She said before turning on her heels leading them back down the hallway, leaving a stunned and flustered Wayne behind.

When he defended Jonathan Crane, it had been an impulse decision, but that marked the beginning of a change in Bruce. He was no longer the quite boy who didn’t pay attention to others. He started standing up for others more after that. He became a force you didn’t want to cross, especially if you crossed someone he cared about. That became very evident at the first gala he took Marinette to.

11:55 p.m.

The night started out amazingly, though Marinette had been a nervous wreck on the way to the gala, but once she stepped through the doors, everything changed. She practically light up when she saw the interior of the building. High archways, pillars of black marble, gothic architecture, the place screamed beauty. Everyone was curious of the girl the Wayne heir had brought as his plus one. They all knew how closed of the boy could be, so the fact that he even had a date was a shock to the upper class. But when they saw they Asian beauty he had on his arm, they were blown away. Compared to Bruce’s 6’2” frame, the girl’s 5’6” with heels, looked so small and fragile.

The women, once they saw the girl’s dress, instantly started flocking to her, asking who designed it. The black, off the shoulder dress, had a fitted bodice with a high-low skirt, something that wasn’t common. The front ended a little above the knees, while the back spread out behind her. the inside of her skirt was a beautiful blood red, creating a stunning contrast. But what really caught everyone’s attention was the fact that if you looked at the dress, especially the skirt, it looked like a bat. Like one hanging upside down, ready to fly. The pure creativity and beauty of it was mind blowing. When they discovered that she was the designer, she had nearly half the gala coming with requests to commission her for the next gala.

It was around halfway through the party that Towers got drunk and forgot exactly who he was dealing with. He had been getting a little handsy with most of the single ladies there, and all of them rather enjoyed the attention they were receiving from the heir of one of the richest and oldest families in Gotham. But he made the mistake of putting his hands where they shouldn’t have been. On the Asian beauty Bruce brought. One second he was trying to sweet talk her into one of the side rooms to ‘get acquainted better’ and the next he was on the ground with a bloody nose.

“What the hell, Bruce!” Towers yelled, shooting the man in question a glare as he  desperately tried to stop the blood dripping from his nose

“Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself.” Bruce growled out, not so subtle putting himself between Marinette and Towers.

“Why should I? None of the other girls seemed to mind. Besides, she should be grateful someone of importance and influence showed any interest in her.” Towers shot back, not noticing the growing rage that radiated off the young Wayne. Nor did he take stock in the glare he received as he stood, meeting it with a mocking smile as he sent the girl behind Bruce a wink.

Suddenly, Bruce grabbed Towers coat laps in a crushing grip, hauling him uncomfortable close. It was only then that he felt a twinge of fear. He had never seen Bruce angry. Ever. And by the looks of the crowd, neither had anyone else.

“Let me make this clear to you, and I’ll use simple words so you can understand. Mari doesn’t need any ‘help’ from you. She never has and never will. And if I catch you trying anything like this with my girlfriend, well, we’ll find out who the real prince of Gotham is. So let me say this one more time. Keep. Your. Hands. Off. My. Girlfriend! Do I make myself clear?” Bruce growled out, his blue eyes, which had always been soft, guarded, and compliance, were blazing with such an intensity that startled everyone. He looked like an actual Wayne, and it made the other families nervous. They knew, all too well, how much power the Wayne name carried in Gotham alone, not mentions the rest of the America or the world. If they had to describe a Wayne in one word, it would be dangerous.

All Towers could muster was a shaky nod of understanding. Even drunk, he knew better than to disagree. Stumbling when he was suddenly released, Towers watched as Bruce shot him one last look that promised retaliation if he broke his word before gently grabbing the girl’s hand muttering ‘Let’s go’. The crowd parted as he lead the two of them out, everyone watched as Bruce tucked the girl against his side, leaving a certain level of chaos and shock in his wake.

“So … girlfriend?” Marinette asked as Bruce drove them back to the manor.

Bruce could only flinch at her word. He had hoped that she hadn’t caught that part, not that she couldn’t have considering that everyone in the vicinity had heard him, but he could always hope. Glancing over at the person who he could truly call his best friend, only to find her facing the window, chin propped on her hand as she watched the city past them by. He couldn’t read her, and that scared him. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, let alone feeling. But as the city lights flickered over her features, he couldn’t deny what he was feeling. He loved her. He was so in love with her that it hurt. She was his friend, the first real friend he could remember. She made him feel safe and cared for. He didn’t have to attempt to portray an image for her. Heck, she didn’t even care about his name. To her, he was just Bruce, the awkward boy she had met on the first day of university who happened to break her arm. She had changed him, and he couldn’t thank her enough. But that friendship, that platonic love had turned into something more for him. He wanted more. He wanted to be more with her, but he didn’t want to risk what they had. He couldn’t lose his best friend. He couldn’t …

“Because if you mean it, and I mean, really mean it, well, I wouldn’t object to it. I… I like you, Bruce. More then a friend should, and I don’t know where to go from here.” She said, cutting through Bruce’s spiraling thought.

For a moment, his brain shut down. She liked him? Marinette? The girl with the most creativity Bruce had ever seen? The girl whose culinary skills were the only one’s that made Alfred’s pale in comparison? Who always smelled of sugar and spices? Who, no matter how much she had on her plate or what she was doing, would drop everything if her friends needed help? The girl who was the only real person Bruce had ever met?

“ W-well, in that case, would … would you like to go on a date with me?” Bruce asked, stuttering over his. The seconds that followed where the longest of his life, there was no going back now.

“I would love to.”

The months that followed where the best of his life, and there was nothing he would have done differently. If he thought that he had been happy before, he had never been so wrong in his life.

11:56

It was six months after they started dating. Six month of pure bliss. Sure, they argued like any couple, but Bruce would change anything they had. Though their arguments were few and far between, every time he saw her angry, even when it was directed at him, he could help but notice how beautifully terrifying she was. She honestly reminded him of a firecracker. Beautiful when exploding but none the less deadly if not handled correctly.

They were walking around the manor grounds, simple enjoying one of the last summer day’s before classes started again. One of the things Bruce noticed since dating his firecracker was that she had an almost unusual love for nature. Every chance she could get, she would be out in the gardens or parks, simple enjoying the feeling of being outside. So they walked through the garden, with the late summer flowers in full bloom lending an enticing fragrance, Bruce couldn’t think of any other place he would rather be.

Glancing over at Marinette, Bruce couldn’t help but stare. Seeing her in the garden, surrounded by the flowers she helped plant, she never looked more beautiful. In the late afternoon sun, her hair, which had always been so dark, light up to a gorgeous midnight blue framed by the small flower crown of daisies. Her cut-off jean shorts paired with slightly oversized tee-shirt and bare feet gave her such an innocent look that Bruce couldn’t imagine living without her.

“Marry me.”

Bruce wasn’t even aware he had actually said that until Marinette turned around, her eyes blown wide in shock.

“What?”

“Marry me. Mari, I cant live without you. You brought light back into my life. I wasn’t living until I met you, I was merely surviving. You showed me life was meant to be so much more. With you, I feel like I can be somebody worthwhile. And I know that everyone will say we’re too young and that we don’t know what love is, but I know, Mari, I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you. So, will you allow me the honor of becoming your partner, your protector? Will you marry me?” He asked, gently taking her hands, laying his heart out for her to either take or turn away.

Tears sprung into the eyes, causing the serene blue to sparkle as diamonds. For a split second, he thought she was going to say no, but it was only a second before she launched herself into his arms, crying with the most beautiful smile etched on her face.

“YES!! YES!! A thousand times yes!”

She had moved into the manor a week later. Bruce loved waking up next to her. To smell of her hair and the warmth of her body. He loved the feeling of curled against him, how her head fit perfectly into his shoulder.

11:57

It had a week since he had been home and Bruce couldn’t wait to get back to his own bed and he fiancé. But instead of an excited fiancé greeting him, he was greeted with the unusual sight of empty boxes. And when he said boxes, he meant that the entire entrance was full of empty boxes. The sound of music could be heard coming from one of the upper floors. Following the sound of Summer of 69, Bruce found Marinette dancing while painting one of the many unused room. Leaning against the doorframe, Bruce just watched his firecracker for the duration of the song as she continued to dance and belt out the lyrics to her favorite song. Watching her being so carefree brought a sweet smile to his face.

“Painting?” he asked once the song finished. Whipping around, her hair smacking her in the eyes as red paint flew from her brush. She looked at him startled for a second before her face light up.

“Bruce, your home!” was his only warning before a paint covered Marinette plowed into him. Laughing, he caught her with ease while planting a sweet kiss on her disheveled hair.

“I missed you too, Mar. Though mind telling me what you’re doing and why the entrance is packed with empty boxes?” he asked, gently setting her down as he brushed hair out of her face.

“Right. I’m sorry I should have cleaned those up early, but I got distracted. I have something important to tell you. So, the night you left, I had a dream. And usually I don’t pay too much attention to my dreams but Bruce, this one was different. It, it was so real. We, well we had a family. Bruce the house was so full and it was, I mean, I -I cant really explain it. It was amazing. There was a lot of people but I could only make four out clearly. Bruce, they were our boys, and … I cant even find the words to effectively describe it. Bruce, they were amazing. One of them, I think he was the youngest, was incredibly artistic. Bruce, his drawing, his painting were breathtaking! And he was such an animal person. Another one, he was insanely smart, like almost mindboggling. His ability to see thing, little things that no one else was able to see was incredible! Oh, and the other one, I think he was the oldest, was an absolutely amazing gymnast. His acrobatics, Bruce, it was like watching a top circus performer! And the last one, he – his grasp of literature was heartwarming and beautiful. I mean, his knowledge of classical literature rivaled the professors at the university. He was also a little mechanical, a little enginery I suppose.” Marinette explained, her eyes lighting up as she described the boys.

“So that’s why there are a bunch of empty boxes and your painting rooms?” he asked, trying to understand why she was acting like she was prepping for these boys. Like they were real.

“Bruce,” she said, looking at him with one of the most serious faces he had ever seen. “I know it sounds crazy, but whenever I have dreams like this, with this much clarity and detail, they always come true. Bruce, we’re going to have a family. And I know it won’t happen for a while, but I – well I wanted to get a head start, you know. In preparing the rooms. I want them to have a place where they can indulge in their passions. A place where they can learn and grow and create. I want them to have a place of their own. A place where, when everything is too much and they feel like giving up, that they can come to, to just, be themselves. For when the pressure just gets too much and they feel like giving up. A place where they can just be who they are without anyone telling them otherwise.”

Looking down at her while she spoke, Bruce saw that she truly believe every word she was saying. And as she explained herself, he started to believe her too. While everything she was saying sounded so surreal, the certainty with which she spoke and the spark in her eyes quickly won him over.

“Mar, tell me more about them.”

That wasn’t the first or the last time Bruce was surprised with his firecracker. It seemed like every day, she would do something or say something that he had never thought of or considered. And some of them would make a larger impact then others.

11:58

“Bruce?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think of heroes?”

Looking up from his book, Bruce cast Marinette, who was sitting on the other end of the couch, a look.

“Don’t you mean vigilantes?” he asked, earning him a playful kick from his seatmate.

“Well, if you want to be technical about it,” she scoffed, sending him a mock glare. “But seriously, Bruce, what do you think of them?” she asked again as she continued to sketch.

“I never really gave it much thought. Why the sudden question?” Bruce said, watching his fiancé’s pencil stop momentarily before it resumed it’s task. It was a few seconds before she spoke again.

“France, Paris specifically, had a set of heroes when I was twelve. Coccinelle and Chat Noir, or Ladybug and Black Cat. They were tasked with fighting a madman who called himself Faucon Papillon, or Hawk Moth. He would prey on the emotionally compromised, granting them power to feed their need for revenge. And in return, he wanted them to retrieve what gave Coccinelle and Chat Noir their powers. He called it their miraculous, two pieces of jewelry: earring that belonged to Coccinelle and a ring from Chat Noir. If he had those two items, it would grant him the powers of a god. It would grant him a wish.”

“How could two pieces of jewelry do that?” He asked after a pause, searching her face.

“Well, they were magical. I know this sound crazy, but I assure you that I am not lying. The ladybug represents creation and the black cat, destruction. Two halves of a whole. A ying and yang if you will. With these two combined, one rewrite reality. These heroes were not only given the responsibly for not only defending Paris from that emotional terrorist, but also prevent him from obtain ultimate power. With every akuma, that’s what we ended up calling the controlled person, they had to fight and purify, every cure that was cast, they became symbols to us. When people saw them, they knew that we still had hope. It took nearly five years for them to track Faucon Papillon down. Before the final battle. When they defeated him, Paris breathed a sigh of relief, but we never got to thank our heroes. They just, disappeared after. So, for me, heroes are a symbol of hope. When things look the bleakest, and everything is crashing down, they are always there. Fighting for people who they will never really know. They are fighting a war they may not see the end of, but they fight on. Because they know that if they fall, hope is destroyed. So heroes, or vigilantes, have my highest respect.” She explained, occasionally glancing up from her drawing, but never stopping.

“You really think highly of them don’t you?” he asked, moving over to her side of the couch.

“I do.” She said, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, glancing down on her sketch pad. There, laying in startling detail, was a hero design. The design, unsurprising, was incredible. The suit was designed for maximum protection and agility, as well as identity concealment. She even went so far as to start weapons designs. But what caught his attention was the symbol she chose.

“Why a bat? Don’t they symbolize death?” Bruce asked as he studied the sketch.

“Yes, but they also symbolize rebirth and protection, and in Chinese culture, they represent luck or good fortune. They are often referred to as guardians of the night, and I think that’s what Gotham needs. In a city so full of misfortune and death, they need a symbol that shows thing can be better. That the city can be rebirthed into something greater. And while that hope is there, they also will have a protector. Someone to watch over them when darkness falls. I … I think it’s the perfect symbol for Gotham.”

11:59

It was New Years Eve and the gala was in full swing. Bruce and Marinette, though they had been engaged since August, had both agreed to wait until New Years to announce the engagement. Everyone agreed that the news was an amazing way to end the decade. The news of their engagement would be made public tomorrow, but for now, they would enjoy themselves and bring in the new year together. And then, it happened.

It was five minutes until midnight when a gun fire went off. Everyone started to run, screams of fear filling the air. Then the laughter started, that crazed laugh that shot terror though everyone’s hearts. They all knew that laugh. All eyes turned towards the sound, towards the stage, landing on a familiar figure. There, standing in all his terrifying glory was the Joker.

“Is this thing on?” he asked, roughly tapping on the mic, sending a high pitch squeal though the speakers. “Well, sorry I couldn’t be here early folks, but at least I’m here before the ball drops.” He said, waving his gun hand over the crowd. “You know what I always wanted to do? What I always dreamed of doing. I always wanted to bring a new year in with a bang! And I always wanted to be the one to ring in a new century. I mean, just think about it. A new year, a new century, a new era, brought in by the Joker himself. And your little party here, is baring witness to that. I mean, you guys are going to go down in history. I mean, how crazy is that!”

“The only crazy I see in here is you.” Someone muttered, but unfortunately, they didn’t do it quiet enough.

“Oh, oh I’m not crazy. You see I only do crazy thing. People think I have this elaborate plan, this vindictive that I follow, but you see, I just like to rattle a cage, and then I sit back and watch what naturally progresses from there. I may start out with a basis of what I wanna do, I start it and then I take things as they come. That way, I’m never surprized and it’s a guarantee for me to have a laugh.”

Then, someone whispered a little too loudly, ‘Monster’, and that seemed to flip a switch, Joker went from the happy lunatic to an angry one.

“Monster? Oh, I’ll show you monster!” he shouted, swinging his gun towards the crowd, firing without glancing at the target. During his distraction, one of the security guards, one of the few who hadn’t been gassed by Joker, fired his gun, his bullet finding it mark in the madman’s shoulder. While the crowd began to breath a sigh of relief, a desperate cry tore through the building.

“Mar! No! Nonononononononono!! Please Mar, look at me. Firecracker, please.” Bruce begged, cradling his beloved’s face with one hand as he tried to apply pressure to the chest wound. Her dress, a beautiful baby blue floor length gown, was splattered with blood, the stain growing rapidly around her chest.

“B-B-Bruce?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I’m here.” He whispered, tears falling freely down his face as the warmth of her blood seeped past his hand.

“I-its gonna be ok, Bruce. It’s not your fault, ok. It’s not your fault.” Marinette said, gasping for air.

“No! No, you cant say that! You can’t- I don- I can’t lose you too. Please.” Bruce said, tears blurring his vision, a lump forming in his throat.

She let go of the hand that was attempting to stop the bleed, gently cupping his face, forcing him to look at her. The feeling of her cold hand, sticky with warm, fresh blood sent a whole new wave of panic through him.

“I love you, Bruce.” His firecracker said, giving him the sweetest smile. Just as the clock struck midnight, her hand slipped from his face, leaving behind a bloody print.

It was exactly a year since that night. A year since she was gone, and nothing was the same. The manor was colder, the days bleaker. There was no light anymore. They should have been married. She should have been here with him. But she wasn’t. And here he was, alone, looking through one of her old sketch books. Trying to picture how she always stuck her tongue out when she was concentrating on a drawing. Remembering how she would light up was the image in her head began to take form on paper. Turning the page, Bruce stopped at one of the drawings, the one with the bat suit. The one of his firecracker’s ideal hero of Gotham.

~

“This is quiet something your asking Mr. Wayne. The details in this suit, well, they’re very specific.” Lucas Fox stated, looking up from the suit design the young Wayne brought in, requesting to be made, and he wasn’t joking. The instructions for the suit itself were incredibly specific. Just by looking at the diagrams and designs, they would need to be followed to the letter just to make it plausible.

“I know, and you’ll have full funding for it, but I want it exactly the same. I don’t want a thing changed. Especially the symbol.”

 @naclychilli

I’ll just be posting links here from now on…

Ambivalence - MiraculousPenta - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]

“For anyone who doesn’t know, there is a Mrs. Bruce Wayne,” [REDACTED] announces, revealing a marriage certificate. Dick is the first to take the certificate in his hands. He doesn’t say a word, noticing the year dating back almost two decades. 

FADE IN to a grand ballroom. People dance across the marble floor in perfect sync. The elegant music speeds up along with the footsteps. Off to the side of the room, a shadow figure stands leaning against the window. The window’s reflection reveals MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG in a bright, sparkling red off-the-shoulder gown. 

Her hand glides against the doorknob. CLICK. The door squeaks open, and the music slows down. She sighs and looks over her shoulder. No one pays her any attention. 

CLICK. Marinette stands facing the night sky with her back to the door. The stars shine on her like a halo effect. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Why did you ditch the party?” A voice asks from behind. Marinette freezes. Her shoulders, tensing. A smile forms on her lips. She turns around, revealing BRUCE WAYNE to be the mysterious voice. 

“It’s boring. Quite lame, don’t you think?” She counters. 

Bruce shakes his head, though a smirk appears on his lips. He walks over to Marinette, pulling her into his arms. 

“Not when I have my date in my arms.” 

“Oh, and what other plans do you have in mind?” 

“Dance with me.” 

“There’s no music.” 

Bruce tilts his head towards the door. It’s cracked open. 

There’s a change in music. 

“My guests says otherwise.” Marinette laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I shall dance with you, mon amour.” Together the two dance slowly to the music.

phis-corner:

brucinette but instead of batman coming to paris to help out with the akuma situation alfred and the kids gang up on bruce and force him to go on vacation and it just so happens to be paris, france

and marinette dupain-cheng, now a fashion designer with her own clothing line that usurped gabriel agreste from power, is still the world’s clumsiest human even though she’s no longer a nervous teen

and of course her luck decides to fail her and let her collide head-on with the richest man in the world.

I will not start another WIP. I will not start another WIP. I will not start another WIP.

what’s your favorite maribat trope?

mine personally is hurt/comfort, fluff, or enemies to lovers (daminette).

Fifth Part of the masterlist. (Updated: Apr 27 2020*)

< Page5   [Daminette December Masterlist]

by @theatreandcomicfreak  (Masterlist)
(More) Ideas ~ An Unrefusable Promise ~ Chances ~ I Wish It Was You ~ Promises ~ Secret Relationship [Garmari] ~ Soulmate AU Idea ~ Sunshines? ~ The Perfect Date [Garmari] ~ The Promised Neverland ~ Maribat AU ~ What’s In A Family?
A Cat and Bug Game
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ HC1
Guilt and Love
Prologue ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~
How To Heal A Missing Heart [Kaldur x Marinette]
Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2
I’ll Never Forgive You
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7
Jealous Adrien Series
Daminette HC1 ~ Timari ~ Daminette Ficlet Pt1 ~ Jasonette ~ Marijon ~ Daminette Pt2 ~ Roynette ~ Kaldurnette ~ Wallynette ~ Dickinette ~ Jasonette (Soulmate AU) ~ Cassnette ~ Garmari  
Maribat Halloween
D1 ~ D2 ~ D3
Maribat March
D1 ~ D2 ~ D3
Miraculous:Reborn (Maribat Injury AU) ~  AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
Of Roommates And Red Heroes  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4
Teen Titans AU  ~  AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6~Pt7.1~Pt7.2~Pt8~Pt9~Pt10~Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13
Worth  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4
Prompts
Pr8 ~ Pr11 ~ Pr14[1 ~ 2]

by @thebookwormfairy​
Daminette Countdown Soulmate AU ft. Captain the Retired Police Dog
Found Dog AU
Love At First Curse
We Were Kids Next Door
Fairytail AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ OVA
Gotham Falls
Pt1
Maribat Buzzfeed Unsolved AU (Pt1 ~ Pt2)
Marinette with a Constant Hickey
What if Marinette had a Retired Dog as a Pet
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6

by @thehallowsden​
A Final Goodbye Till Next Time
Encounter With Fear
How to Calm Down an Angry Damian By Tim Drake
Multiverse Ship AU (1 ~ 2)

by @thequestionablyhuman​
Unnamed Maribat AU
Preview
Twin League of Assassins
Pt1 ~ Pt2

by @thepeacetea​
Daminette Soulmate AU Idea
Daminette Soulmate Snippit  ~  AO3
History Repeats [Jasonette]
Light Before The Knight [Brucinette]
Mine [MariJon]  ~  AO3
Mistake Of A Lifetime
Schwarze Geist and Stille Schonheit
The Manor
The Past That Made The Future [Brucinette]
Broken Angels  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11 ~ CH12 ~ CH13 ~ CH14 ~ CH15 ~ CH16 ~ CH17

by@thyladyanput​
A Day In Themyscira
A Drop Of Bourbon:Marinette  ~  AO3
A Wedding Of Lies
Clues To My Heart
Dousing The Fire
Tumblr Prompts(Ao3)
Seeing Green  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11 ~ CH12 ~ CH13 ~ CH14 ~ CH15
Seeing Red  ~ AO3
CH1

by @tinybriewrites​
Hell AU? (Idk what to call this) ~ Imagine Your OTP ~ Knotted Halves ~ Top 10 Bruce Wayne Dumbass Moments: Maribat AU
Set The Stage
Pt1 ~ Pt2

by @tired-college-student-writing​ (Markiplier_Egos)
#Wayne Angel  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4
Tim’s Secret Weapon  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5  ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11

by @trashystar420​
Babysitter Aged Reverse AU
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 

by @unholykrow​
Bruce Fucking Wayne: Serial Adopter AU/HCs
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9
Demon Twins AU/HCs
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6
Stalking Shadows
CH1  

by @unmaskedagain [Masterpost]
Chaotic Chat
Daddy’s Little Villain
Day And Night
Five Boys The Batfamily Scared Off
Lady Noire In Gotham
Ladybug In Smallville ~ Ladybug In Gotham (in Space) ~ Ladybug (Not) In Paris
Leonard Snart:Marinette’s Father
Marinette:Blood Of Steel
Marinette:Mother Of Superboy
Marinette VS Santa ~ Marinette VS Santa:The Rematch
No, Bruce! You Can’t Adopt Her
Sorry, It’s Reserved
Spider VS Bird 

by @un-romancible-npc​
Chance
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3.1 ~ CH3.5 ~ CH4 

by @username-not-spoken-for​
The Lady And The Bird
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 

by @valeks-princess​
Pursuant, Tracking Home  ~  AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7

by @virgil-is-a-cutie​
Pain Never Dies (Neither Does Love)
Surprises
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ HCs ~ CH3
Tom Dupain Was Related to Oswald Cobblepot HCs
Pt1 ~ Pt2
Wally West Dating Marinette HCs
Pt1 ~ Pt2
Uncle Oswald
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3

by @vivilakitty
Future Kids Idea
Immortal
Marinette Breaking Down (1 ~2)
Ideas
Jagged Concert  (No.5) ~  Based on Lucky Me (No.8) by sage-sam ~ Based on the Story Broken Angels (No.10) by thepeacetea ~ What If Lila Actually Knew The Waynes (No.11) ~ The Everyone Loves Marinette Club  (No.13) ~ I Don’t Know Anymore (No. 14) ~ Bad Luck, Good Luck ~ (No.19) ~ Lila In Gotham (No. 20) ~ Idea? (No. 27) ~ Explanation To My Post (No.28) ~ Younger Damian AU (No. 29) ~ Slut Lila (No. 30)
Ideas[Links]
1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11 ~ 12 ~ 13 ~ 14 ~ 15 ~ 16 ~ 17 ~ 18 ~ 19 ~ 20 ~ 21 ~ 22 ~ 23 ~ 24 ~ 25 ~ 26 ~ 27 ~ 28 ~ 29 ~ 30 ~ 31 ~ 32 ~ 33 ~ 34 ~ 35
What If They Played Smart (V1 ~ V2 ~ V3.1 ~ V3.2)

by @writingideasandrandomstuff
College Classmates
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11

by @zebrabaker
Akumanette
Falling For You [Dicki/Marinette]
Maria Anne Prince-Wang [Jasonette]
Pt1
Pain, Loss, And Recovery
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9
Paris Stands Alone
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5

by @zerotosiki
A Little Too Much - Daminette SongFic
Give Me A Second Chance - Maribat Ideas
Bonus Stories of ALTM
Pt1 ~ Pt2

by Silent_Radioactivity
Maribat AU
Magical Girl in Gotham ~  AO3
Dark Squire in Paris  ~  AO3
Guardians of Miracles  ~  AO3

OTHERS
Headcanons
Batfamily Car Trip
Batfamily On Reality TV
In Case of Emergency:Break Bruce
Numbers
Who Threw Damian Out of The Window

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by @persephonebutkore [Masterlist]
Daminette Soulmate AU
Revenge Is Sweet  ~  AO3
Fate Goes Both Ways  ~  AO3
Background Info ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5(Pt1 ~ Pt2) ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11 ~ CH12 ~ CH13 ~ CH14 ~ CH15 ~ CH16 ~ CH17
The Sword and The Sweets
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6

by @peskygirl13
Bruce “I’m Never Going To Have A Normal Family” Wayne

by @pl-panda
Damienette Arranged Marriage
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22 ~ Pt23 ~ Pt24 ~ Pt25 ~ Pt26

by @ranger-gothamite (Paladin_Willa)
A New Hero  ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2
Daminette  ~  AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15

by @realrandomposts
Amnesiac!Damian
Happy Birthday Damian
Kisses Fic
Misunderstandings
Tamaranean!Mari
What If?: Mari Arrives in the Fictional DC World
Chances
Masterlist ~ Pt1.1 ~ Pt1.2 ~ Pt1.3
Penpal Therapy  ~  AO3
Materlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15
The Assassin’s Lady  ~  AO3
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt1 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20
EXTRAS:
Felix Agreste As Chat Noir? No, Thank You  ~  AO3
Happy Birthday Babs! ~  AO3
Pregnancy Scare  ~  AO3
Holy Trinity AU
There Was One Bed (Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3)
They Were Roomates (Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3)
Childhood Friends (Pt1 ~ Pt2)
Totally Correct Maribat Chats
Prompts/HC (1) 

by Redwolf999
Where is Marinette?  ~ AO3  

by @rhub4rb
Home Is Where The Heart Is [MariJon] ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11 ~ CH12 ~ CH13
Of Birds and Bugs  ~  AO3
Prologue ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7
Project:Null
Initial Post ~ Continuation Post ~ Meeting YJ ~ The Miraculous ~ The Team Finds Outby @rubixchick
Miraculous Souls
The Kents

by @sage-sam
Ignorance by Paramore Songfic
Lucky Me
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 

by @shewhoridesonrainbows
Words Upon Your Skin ~  AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~

by @scribble-blog
A Bird In The Hand (Is Worth The Bee In Your Bonnet) [ChloDami]
Akumatized Ladybug AU 
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 
Black Cats And Robinettes
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 
Soulmate AU 
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt2.5 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ P10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 
Giveaway Drabbles
1 ~ 2(Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3) ~ 3 

by @shmowlwrites
How to be a Heartbreaker
Like That
The Tattoos of Fate
NaNoWriMo
D2 ~ D3 ~ D4 ~ D5

by @shyestofhearts
Little One-shots/Blurbs I Write  ~  AO3
Dead Hearts Songfic ~ Angelic Rest ~  Fade Away ~ Alone ~ Breaking Point (Timari)
Getting An Angel  ~  AO3
Info ~ Rules ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4

by @slytherinsheashire
7th Year DADA  ~  AO3
From Nightmares to Daydreams  ~ AO3
Look Who I’ve Run Into, Crowed Coincidence  ~  AO3
Snowfall  ~  AO3
When the End Meets the Beginning
1 - The Final Call  ~  AO3
2 - The End and New Beginnings  ~  AO3

by @snowhirl
Confident ~ Field Trip ~ Mom?Dad?Chaos ~ NETi
Childhood Friends AU
Characters ~ CH1 ~ CH2
Ladybug’s Uniform
College Francoise Dupont’s Talent Show
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH4.1 ~ CH5 ~ CH5.1
Instagram AU
Pt1~Pt2
Pack AU
Pt1~Pt2~Pt3~Pt4~Pt5
The Soulmate AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2

by @someone-ev
All Part Of The Job [Jasonette] ~ Green[Timari] ~ I Think I Love Robin ~ Idea:Part One ~ Marinette’s Power ~ Marinette’s Date With Damian in the Snow
All My Bonds
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11  
Playing House
CH1 ~ CH2 ~
The New Lady of Gotham
Idea ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11

by @soulmate-game​ [Masterpost]
My Soulmate Stabs People ~ Dickinette Crack
Brucinette Series
Pt1 ~ Pt2 
Taken In By The Kents
Pt1 ~ Pt2 
The Heroes’ Game  ~  AO3
THG Spin-Off Oneshots
Reverse Uno Card ~ crack ~ If they were older ~ If they were younger

by @sparkle9510
Baby Robins and Tiny Ladybugs
CH1 ~ CH2 

by @spiritofchaoticdreams
Life Swap Daminette AU Songfic
LS: Discovering Hawkmoth
LS: Meeting Lila (1 ~ 2 ~ 3)

by @stareyedmoonchild
Alfred’s Fanfiction
Maribat Meets Scooby Doo
When Marinette Met Goliath
Late Night Ideas ( I ~ II ~ III )
Midday Thoughts ( I ~ II )
Who Are You Calling “Robinette”
Preview ~ Pt1

by @starry-bi-sky
Behind The Mask: Gotham Ed, Gotham Fashion:Disaster
Buzzfeed Unsolved AU
Good Omens AU
Marinette Joins The Circus AU

by @starshine583
Travels of Passion
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 

by @t-nikki10
Angels and Demons
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 

by @thanks-captain-obvious
How Damian Realized How He Loved Marinette
Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @the-navistar-carol
Daminette Songfic
Invisible Thread by Matt Gould 
Stronger from Finding Neverland 
Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams 
Garmari Fics
King of [My] Hearts ~ Intervention ~ Rainy Days 

by @the17thtearoom (LucyyJ26)
Miraculous, Darker Origins:Daminette AU  ~  AO3
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16  ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22 ~ Pt23 ~ Pt24 ~ Pt25 ~ Pt26 ~ Pt27 ~ Pt28 ~ Pt29 ~ Pt30 
A Vision Softly Creeping
Panic(On the Street of London)  ~  AO3

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