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Batman by night, daddy every singleday.
I don’t know about you but whenever my parents call me by my full name I start to rethink my life decisions.
Momma-Mar'i and Emi <3
Damian never pictured himself being the type of guy to walk along the Seine with his beloved at three o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. A lot of people would laugh at the thought of Gotham’s Ice Prince doing something so romantically frivolous. Yet, love can change a person for the better or worse.
He had met his beloved through a pen pal program that his school had offered for those in the foreign language program. Grayson had signed him up for the program against his brother’s wishes. All done under the impression that this will help the young Wayne with socializing.
Damian didn’t realize that he would meet his match at the age of twelve. Their relationship started off rocky at best. He didn’t want anything to do with the program, so he tried everything possible to get her to change penpals. Unbeknown to him, she was able to match his harshness with her drive to make him laugh.
Over time their relationship slowly transpires into something more.
He was there when she was massively crushing on the person she now views as a baby-older brother. Then kept her sane when her college (middle school) years turn for the worse. She was there to listen and respect his choice, unlike some people he knows. His beloved knew just how to walk him through moments he was genuinely unsure how to handle, such as Christmas presents and panic attacks.
And now, she means the world to him. Her smile, her laugh, her determination are all things that he loves of her. So if it meant walking along the Seine after a long night of patrol, then so be it. He’ll do it for the rest of his life.
But why did it feel like he was forgetting something?
~☾★☽~
The call goes to voicemail–once again.
“Hey Baby bird, where are you? Game night is about to start, and your check-in time was thirty minutes ago.” A worrisome Dick Grayson speaks into the phone as he leans against the doorframe. Behind him, his wife, Kor’i holding their little girl, Mar’i, who was trying to sway her way out of her mother’s strong arms.
“You still can’t reach him?” It didn’t sound like a question but more of a statement. Kor’i sets Mar’i down on the floor, allowing her to run off to join the rest of the family.
Dick sighs as Bruce walks in with Mar’i clutching onto his leg, squealing in delight. A joyful moment between grandfather and grandchild. Dick couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Isn’t past her bedtime?” Bruce proposes, picking up Mar’i from his leg, causing the small girl to pout and softly glare at her grandfather.
Kor’i laughs and takes Mar’i from him, and begins to snuggle her daughter. Dick rubs the back of his neck and looks everywhere but at Bruce.
“Eh, it’s game night, so we thought why not.” He answers as Tim staggers into the room with a coffee mug filled to the brim in hand.
“Tim, we talked about this. No coffee after eight o’clock.” Tim could barely comprehend whether it was Dick or Bruce scolding him. It was probably Dick. He grunts and sips the beverage longer than he intended to. It didn’t put a dent in the amount remaining in the mug.
“Has the brat shown up, yet?” Jason asks as he walks into the room tossing his knife up and catching it continuously.
“Hm, where is Damian? He’s usually the one that is strict when it comes to punctuality.” Bruce looks up. He finally takes notice that the core of his children (adopted or not) is here but the one related to him.
“Did you call his phone, I’m sure the kid is somewhere in the manor?” Jason says, throwing himself onto the couch. Alfred reprimands him for having his feet prompted over the armrest. Jason scowls but concedes to the man’s demands.
“If I thought he was in the manor, I would have gone to get him. And yes, I have called his phone, several times, in fact, but he’s not answering.” Dick huffs, crossing his arms. Kor’i pats on his back, calming him down slightly.
“If I may interrupt, Master Richard?” Alfred places a deck of cards down on the table and turns to Bruce. “If I were you, Master Bruce, I would check on the young master’s bank account. Lately, he has been making some purchases out of his norm.” Alfred waits patiently for the gears in Bruce’s head to turn.
After a beat of silence, Bruce immediately pulls out his phone. It didn’t take him long to access the accounts. Damian, despite being over twenty now, still has a sharing bank account with his dad.
Pulling up the account bank transaction history, Bruce notices that a large sum has been withdrawn just under the maximum limit a few days ago. He then saw that the last major purchase; was from Damian’s own doing at a jewelry store.
A few months ago, Bruce had received a message about a purchase of an expensive item from the bank. The bank thought it was fraud despite knowing the family’s social standings.
Bruce decided he was going to be his own detective and went to the jewelry store. After going to the store and speaking with the salesperson, he concluded that Damian came in to pick up a customized diamond ring that had cost nearly 50,000 dollars before tax – a purchase that was way out of Damian’s norm.
When Bruce returned home, he and Damian got into a heated argument causing him to bench Robin as a punishment. Damian complained but let it go the next day. Which in itself was odd considering how important being Robin was to his son.
“Uh…” Bruce couldn’t find the words to say what he thought next. How could he when there was no concrete explanation?
It was Tim who takes the phone from the man’s hand. His eyes widen at the amount that was missing. It wasn’t a noticeable amount compared to how much they make but damn, Damian.
“Who was the last to bug the kid’s phone?” Despite being on a caffeinated high, everyone is surprised to see Tim giving out a proper response to this mystery mess.
“That will be unnecessary, Master Tim.” Alfred digs into his jacket and pulls out a handful of decorated envelopes. Uh, how was he able to hide those?
He hands the envelopes to each of them. Everyone stands confused as to why Alfred, the most class of them all, would hand them upside-down envelopes.
“Pretty!” Mar’i squeals, trying to reach for the envelope. “Look, Daddy, it has Unca Dami’s name on it.” She points to the card.
It was then that those with envelopes flip it over and sees the words “Damian & Marinette Wayne” decorated in elegant letters.
“WHAT THE HEEE—HECK?” Jason is the first to scream what is on save for Alfred and Mar’i’s minds. They turn to him for different reasons. For Dick and Kor’i, it was for the near usage of a curse word while everyone else was shocked.
It turns out that Jason had open the envelope only to be greeted by an image of Damian holding a woman (who is perceived to be Marinette by her name from the envelope) underneath the Eiffel Tower. The words “You are invited to the wedding of Damian al Ghul Wayne and Marinette Dupain-Cheng” in bold cursive lettering. Underneath that is information regarding the times and location, along with RSVP details.
“Shall I go pack your finest clothes?” Alfred offers, clapping his hands together, acting like he didn’t just throw his charges underneath a moving bus.
And just like that, all thoughts of game-night went away.
It took a solid three minutes for them to get their brain to work. And immediately, the Wayne manor is filled with noises of all kinds. Much to Kori’s and Dick’s delight Mar’i didn’t learn a new swear word that night.
By the next day, the Wayne family finds themselves arriving in Paris, France. They were not there for a vacation, but on a search for the one person that can surprisingly hold a girlfriend now turned fiancée away from the family.
That information had slapped them so hard that Batman threatened that if anyone and he means anyone tries to commit a crime while he’s away, he was willing to let Red Hood go after them with no restrictions. Yep, Gotham’s intensive crimes went down real quick after that. Jason’s giddiness with his babies didn’t play a part in this.
So, imagine the people of Paris seeing the one and only Bruce Wayne walking down the streets in the direction of Paris’ favorite bakery.
Being the main location tied to the Dupain-Cheng family name, it was a no-brainer that they decided to look for Damian there. When they reach the bakery, they were greeted by an unfamiliar sight. One that anyone that has met Damian would call bullshit on.
“Can I take—well shit.” Damian Wayne, himself, stands behind the register in colors that no one wouldn’t believe.
“Hey Little D, you wanna tell us why we’re just receiving a wedding invitation.” Dick asks, showing off the invitation.
Well, Damian had two options: (1) come clean and explain everything, or (2) call for Sabine or Tom to work the register so that he could run out here and drown himself in the Seine. Obviously, the second option is out the window. No one wants to deal with an angry Marinette or worse an upset Marinette.
It was a beat of silence.
They didn’t know what to say. Whether to ask calmly or scream into the nethers. For an emotionally stunt-complex family, this was the worst scenario.
That is until the soft sounds of footsteps.
“Hey, Dams,” Marinette turns the corner; she has yet to acknowledge their new guest. “I’ve finished the commission; do you need any help with the bakery? I hate to leave you alone if there is a rush especially since maman and papa are busy with deliveries. Then maybe later we can go over the wedding details.”
Marinette finally looks up.
She staggers in place. A cough escapes her lips.
She turns to her fiance and gives him a look. Damian rubs the back of his neck.
“And you must be the blushing bride. How did Demon spawn snag a literal ray of sunshine?” Jason questions, wondering how in the world did Damian manage to find this one when all the girls in Gotham are batting their eyelashes. Then again, they all thought Damian would follow in Bruce’s footsteps and be single for the rest of his life.
Taking a good critical look at Marinette, Jason finally decided that he’ll protect her at all cost and that Damian better not mess this up.
Marinette smiles at Jason’s word, repeatedly blinking she does tells a different story. Her mind slowly begins to put the pieces together. These people are going to be her extended family.
Damian wraps his arms around Marinette, “Don’t answer them, Habibti, they were just leaving.”
“No, no, his question caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you have guests. Though, it is nice to finally meet you all, I’m Marinette.” Marinette rests her head on Damian’s chest as she sends them a smile.
She is then greeted with an array of names. It felt nice, and she wondered why Damian kept her from his family.
Tim makes his way over to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup.
“So, how did you two meet?” Dick wonders what was on everyone’s minds, but compared to the others he had more dramatics.
“I swear, I will end you where you stand.” Damian growls out before proceeding to tell his family everything he believes they need to know.
Marinette pitched in whenever it was possible, knowing that Damian would omit details.
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A retouch version of Request #6.
It has been three weeks since Hawkmoth appeared. Three weeks since Superman discovered her identity. Three weeks since she met Robin. And her brother is adamnt to leave both of them alone in a room. “Superboy! What in the world!” Ladybug shouted, using her yoyo to set herself on top of the Daily Planet building, “Why do you keep doing that!” “Doing what sis?” the young super said trying and failing to look innocent. “You know what I mean!” Ladybug screamed.
“Aw come on! I can’t stand the tension anymore,” Superboy said dramatically, “And it’s obvious he feels the same way.” Ladybug sighed, “I doubt it.” Robin and Ladybug are aquintances, nothing more, not even friends. Superboy was right about the tension always increases the second they are in the same room. Goodness knows what would happen if they were in one alone.
“Superboy, just leave us be,” Ladybug said, swinging away.
Meanwhile…
“Come on, Damiiiiiii,” a Dick Grayson whined, “Just ask her out alreadyyyyyyy.” Yes, Dick knows about Damian’s situation with Ladybug. How? Jon. “Tt, I said no Grayson. I do not feel attracted to her,” Damian told him. “Lies,” Grayson said
“You haven’t even met her, why do you want me to court her,” Damian asked, getting even more impatient. Dick grinned, “Because she can basicallymake you smile lil’ D. Your lips tug everytime one of us mentions her name.”
Dick skipped out of the room, leaving his little brother behind. He took out his phone and looked for Jon Kent. “Any luck on your end?” the elder asked through his phone. Jon sighed, “Unfortunately not. Shall we move on to plan B?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
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“Eight… Nine… Ten! Ready or not! Here I come!” Nightwing childishly shouted as he skidded down the halls of the Hall of Justice. He and Jon came up with the idea of tricking Ladybug into playing hide and seek with them, and then telling Robin that Ladybug is missing.
Ladybug didn’t think much of it, knowing how childish the two could be. She took her sketchbook with her and hid in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. She had started doodling while she waited. Unbeknownst to her, Superboy had flew behind her as quietly as possible so he knew where she was hiding. Soon after Nightwing finished counting, he went to look for Robin with Nightwing.
“Hey Rob,” Nightwing started, “Have you seen Ladybug?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t, why?” Robin answered.
“Can you help us out? I need to ask her something?” Superboy said, “I can look for her in the meeting room, Wing can look for her in the training room, and can you look for her in the kitchen?”
Robin sighed, “Fine.”
Robin walked over to the kitchen near the meeting room. As soon as he entered the kitchen Nightwing and Superboy closed and locked the door.
Robin just sighed again as he saw Ladybug open the cabinet knowing what just happened.
Knowing Superboy was probably listening in, Ladybug signed in ASL, “When will they stop trying?”
“When we tell them that we are already courting,” Robin signed back.
Ladybug grinned and raised an eyebrow, “And when is that exactly?”
“Whenever you want beloved,” Robin smiled as they both started to pretend and break the tension.
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Hi! So… I have some bad news…
I have been working on the part twos for the oneshots I said I would however, recently my phone broke and I have written some parts in my notes. I had no backup, it’s all gone…
Luckily I have the third part of the ‘Running Away’ series set up on Wattpad. So that one’s safe. The other two 'A Cat’s Falling From the Sky’ part two and 'Since We Were Young’ part two, were lost. It might take longer for me to update.
I love you all and sorry.
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Marinette awoke from her slumber in a unfamiliar room. She got up and stretched a bit before observing the room. She saw a note on the bedside table.
Good morning petite coccinelle,
I hope you had a good rest. Come on down when you are awake for breakfast.
Your godfather,
Alfred
Marinette smiled at the note and stepped out of bed. It was nice to know that someone still accepted her. She owes her godfather everything. She looked around once more and saw an outfit just her size laid out for her on a chair. She quickly put it on and headed towards the stairs near her, surprisingly, she didn’t get lost.
When she entered the dining room, she could see the kwamis happily munching away on some food.
“Good morning,” she greeted and was answered by those on the table.
“Good morning mon cher,” Alfred said as he entered the room, “It looks like the clothes fit nicely.”
Marinette gave a small hum of agreement, “Thanks for these, Parrain, can I help with anything?”
“You can help by having breakfast, I do not want you to go on your day with an empty stomach,” Alfred answered sitting her down on the big table, “I’ll get your food.”
“But-” Marinette protested only to realize Alfred was already out of the room.
She sighed and glanced at everyone at the table, “Um… Hi, I’m Marinette. I’m sorry but I don’t know who the most of your are.”
“Well I’m Dick,” a boy said enthusiastically, “Nice to meet you little lady.”
“I’m Jason,” the one with the white streak of hair said, “The one that looks like he’s about to pass out is Tim.”
“Damian, Damian Wayne,” a the only green eyed person told her.
Damian looked into her eyes and despite them being blue, the same color everyone else in his family had, there was something different about hers. It pulled him in and he didn’t know why. He felt his heart flutter when she pouted as Alfred said she couldn’t help him, saying something along the lines of, “You just fell from the sky yesterday looking extremely exhausted, there’s absolutely no way I’m letting you overwork yourself today.”
“We can go around town and have a little tour?” Dick suggested, snapping Damian out of his thoughts, “You three are coming, no excuses. It’ll be a great bonding time for all of us!”
Surprisingly, Damian felt like he didn’t mind. In fact, he was quite looking forward to spending some time with their guest.
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I think this book is officially finished! Yay! Thanks to everyone that read this!
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“Hello, Father.”
At those words Bruce could only stare. Those eyes. He hasn’t seen them for 5 years, ever since he made the mistake of not trusting what his son had said. The mistake of not having proof before accusing someone. He couldn’t move. What was he supposed to say? He has imagined this scene more than once, but which one is right? What if-
His thoughts were cut off by Damian who decided to walk forward and give him a hug.
“Stop overthinking, Father,” he said, “I can hear your thoughts.”
Bruce looked at his son who was now his height and finally hugged him back.
“I’m so sorry, Damian,” he said, “We know the truth now, I’m so very sorry.
Damian hummed. "I missed you…” the younger confessed in a soft voice, “I forgive you.”
Marinette looked at her husband’s brothers and gave them a look that said “Well? What are you waiting for? Join them idiots.”
That was all they needed to join in on the hug. Dick cried loudest, Tim, Jason, and Bruce had tears pooling in their eyes which soon ran down their faces.
After a good couple of minutes, they pulled away and wiped their tears.
“I’d like you all to actually meet my wife,” Damian said, pulling his wife over.
“Marinette Wayne,” she said taking off her mask, “formerly Dupain-Cheng.”
Bruce nodded, “Thank you for being there for my son.”
“It isn’t me you should thank for that,” Marinette said humorously, “Goodness knows we still owe Marianne, bless her heart. I don’t know where we would’ve stayed had it not been for her.”
Damian chuckled, “You should meet her sometimes, Father, she has a habit of picking up strays just like you.”
The group shared a good laugh, a sense of relief washing over the Wayne family.
They were glad to have Damian back, moreover they were glad that he forgave them.
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“Come on, Mama! Grandpere is waiting!” little five year old Cairo Wayne said to his mother. They were planning on going to his grandfather’s today, and he was very impatient. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” Marinette said as she ran down the stairs of their mansion and entered the car where her husband and son were waiting.
They drove for around 30 minutes and soon enough they pulled up to the famous Wayne Manor. Cairo quickly open the car door and run towards his grandfather who was waiting at the door.
“Grandpere!” he exclaimed, “Do you like new shirt? I helped Maman design it!”
“It looks wonderful little one,” Bruce praised his grandson lifting him off the floor, despite the fact that he does not want to admit that he is old.
“Hi Dad,” Damian and Marinette greeted, never in a million years did he thought someone would call him dad, yet here he is.
“Baby Bird! Little Bug! You’re here!” Dick shouted as he ran down the stairs towards the front door. His energy, enthusiasm, and charisma never seemed to leave him. Kor'i followed behind him and so did Mar'i.
“Mar'i!” Cairo greeted his older cousin as he wiggled out of Bruce’s hold.
“Hi Cairo! You wanna play?” the ten year old half Tamaran asked.
“Yes!” Cairo replied, “Race you to the garden! No powers this time!”
“Alright,” Mar'i said, “On three. One… Two… Three!”
They both ran towards the garden, leaving the adults in the room. Jason and Tim had joined them shortly after they hears Dick’s scream.
They all laughed as they walked towards the living room, happily talking with one another.
Damian and Marinette were very happy that they decide to accept the invitation. Had they not, they wouldn’t be living this life right now.
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Two posts in one day, wow… these sprints really help a lot
XOXO
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NEW DAMINETTE (Robinette) FIC
Gotham Love Square
Summary:
Too bad her dreams had no chance to become real, because she managed to ruin her relationship with a guy before she even got to really know him.
Of course, her inflamed libido was not the main problem in this situation. More importantly, it would be harder to get Robin to train her now…
If only she could start all over again, she thought with a sigh.
And while using Fluff to do this might not have been considered a personal goal, the occasion seemed too small to her for the potential consequences that timeline games could bring.
Little did Marinette know that the opportunity to start all over would soon be presented to her without using the Miraculous of Time.
~
He wasn’t one of those who think in the subjunctive mood or want to turn back time, but if today it was proposed to Damian, so that he could start their acquaintance from the beginning, perhaps he would make an exception for her.
Marinette, who was sitting across the aisle from him, seemed to feel his eyes on her and turned her head towards Damian, and he immediately turned away, feigning stern detachment.
He didn’t know that the opportunity to start all over again would be given to him without any need to turn back time.
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In The Wrong Bed?
Daminette
Chapter 12/12 (Ao3)
Summary:
Adrien gave him an understanding look, but what could he really understand in Damian’s situation?! He is now officially dating Cass, and Damian has lost his perfect match!..
Bonus chapter
In The Right Bed!
AdriCass
Summary:
Cass woke up to find a young blond man in her bed, sleeping soundly.
She sat up in bed and looked at him with surprise, not feeling any fear or even anxiety though.
There was no way this man could be a danger to her. He was clearly not armed, and besides, she had already seen at least fifteen options for how she could kill him in the event of his surprise attack, depending on What type of martial art he mastered…
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In The Wrong Bed?
Daminette
Chapter 11(Ao3)
Summary:
Chat Noir suddenly stopped and opened his eyes wide.
“But wouldn’t that mean that we…” He didn’t have time to finish, because his figure began to melt in the air.
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p.12/12 preview:
Damian was horrified to see Cass enter the living room with the blond boy from Marinette’s poster, holding his hand…
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In The Right Bed!
(Bonus chapter to In The Wrong Bed?)
AdriCass
Summary:
Cass woke up to find a young blond man in her bed, sleeping soundly.
She sat up in bed and looked at him with surprise, not feeling any fear or even anxiety though.
There was no way this man could be a danger to her. He was clearly not armed, and besides, she had already seen at least fifteen options for how she could kill him in the event of his surprise attack, depending on What type of martial art he mastered…
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Daminette
Chapter 1 (Ao3)-18+ content in the full chapter
Summary:
Too bad her dreams had no chance to become real, because she managed to ruin her relationship with a guy before she even got to really know him.
If only she could start all over again, she thought with a sigh.
And while using Fluff to do this might not have been considered a personal goal, the occasion seemed too small to her for the potential consequences that timeline games could bring.
Little did Marinette know that the opportunity to start all over would soon be presented to her without using the Miraculous of Time.
~
He wasn’t one of those who think in the subjunctive mood or want to turn back time, but if today it was proposed to Damian, so that he could start their acquaintance from the beginning, perhaps he would make an exception for her.
Marinette, who was sitting across the aisle from him, seemed to feel his eyes on her and turned her head towards Damian, and he immediately turned away, feigning stern detachment.
He didn’t know that the opportunity to start all over again would be given to him without any need to turn back time.
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“Leave him alone, you crazy psychopath!” She yelled, squeezing his hand pretty tight for a girl.
Damian took another look at the asshole in his hand and released him. Marinette let go of Damian and rushed to help the other man up.
*
p. 3 preview:
Then she suddenly realized what had happened and jumped a couple of steps away from Robin.
“I…” Marinette swallowed. “I didn’t mean to… do that…” She rattled, afraid of what her savior would think of her.
*
p. 4 preview:
Ladybug smiled and turned to him. “So, do you accept new recruits in your team?”
“It depends.” Nightwing smiled back. “Are you that famous girl that saved my little brother from the evil crocodile?”
“Hey, that wasn’t what I said happened!” Robin contradicted.
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“What?!” Marinette exclaimed, looming over him. “Did you forget how to insult me in return?!” She snorted, breathing deeply in anger.
Without thinking twice, Damian raised himself and pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around Marinette’s back and pulling her into his lap.
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June Approximate Posting Schedule
Hi guys!
I forgot to post my schedule last month, but I think you already know my pace of writing.
Nevertheless, here is a rough scheme of my publications for those who are not familiar with me yet.
Sunday- is Dramioneday with my main fic for this ship (which is the first one as well), where I explore in detail their emotions and attraction to each other. Forbidden PotionAo3PatreonWattpad
Monday- the day I usually post draftsfor upcoming chapters, scenes and even full-plot-stories exclusively on Patreon.
Tuesday- a day of temporary projects - such as Felinette Akuma Shenanigans(Ao3PatreonWattpad),text ficslikeOnly Yesterday(Ao3PatreonWattpad) or others like a project for personal growth Felinette Life Lessons(Ao3PatreonWattpad).
Wednesday- I post another temporary project, but for Dramione, in which I explored the characters, letting them talk, which turned into a whole fic with 7 texting-chapters and one full-fledged one at the end. Linkedwill also has graphic form on Wattpad and Instagram (some or all chapters, we’ll see)Ao3PatreonWattpad
Thursday- remains reserved for your favorite Sexting Time Felinette AU (18+), BUT since the sequel (Time for More) was supposed to be Patreon-only until the very last chapter was released, and I changed my mind about splitting the story into two, this fic will be published bi-weekly so I don’t have to deprive readers of it entirely. Ao3PatreonWattpadWeekly update on Patreon, 1 chapter in 2 week on Ao3 and Wattpad.
Friday- we stars new Daminetteor rather RobinettecalledGotham Love Square (I say we, cause my Patreons had already got first 4 chapters of it…) This is a story about how Marinette’s life is woven into another love square, with Damibughating each other because of two different misunderstandings, DaminetteandRobibugplay along with the other’s attitude, while Robinettebegin their secret romance… When Adrien arrives in Gotham, AdriCasswill also start to develop, so just wait for it!.. PatreonAo3(preview)
Saturday-My Naked Baby this is another adult Felinette fic that I am writing to relieve tension while the events of Sexting Time develop in their own speed. Perhaps at the moment this story is more outspoken, and its Felixis not as confident and perfect as the one from Sexting Time, and he is more exuberant too, although who knows, with the latest events of Sexting Time, which you will soon learn… Ao3PatreonWattpad
Those are only ongoing fics, but you can also find the finished ones for your taste as well: Patreon InstagramAo3 Tumblr Wattpad
You know that sometimes I post a chapter a day before or after, and sometimes my V.I.P. patreons get several new chapters at once, so the schedule is approximate.
In addition, temporary projects appear suddenly, like my ideas, which are expressed in new drafts, bloopers or whole new fics. So you can expect more surprises that are not yet on the schedule!
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p. 1 preview:
“Who are you and why are you interfering in my business!” Robin yelled at her as he tied the fleeing criminal’s feet.
“You are welcome.” Ladybug smirked, pushing the resisting monster to the ground with force. “I didn’t know that in this city one needs to get special permission to fight crime.
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p. 2 preview:
“Leave him alone, you crazy psychopath!” She yelled, squeezing his hand pretty tight for a girl.
Damian took another look at the asshole in his hand and released him. Marinette let go of Damian and rushed to help the other man up.
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p. 3 preview:
Then she suddenly realized what had happened and jumped a couple of steps away from Robin.
“I…” Marinette swallowed. “I didn’t mean to… do that…” She rattled, afraid of what her savior would think of her.
*
p. 4 preview:
Ladybug smiled and turned to him. “So, do you accept new recruits in your team?”
“It depends.” Nightwing smiled back. “Are you that famous girl that saved my little brother from the evil crocodile?”
“Hey, that wasn’t what I said happened!” Robin contradicted.
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In The Right Bed!
BonusAdriCasschapter to In The Wrong Bed?
Cass woke up to find a young blond man in her bed, sleeping soundly.
She sat up in bed and looked at him with surprise, not feeling any fear or even anxiety though.
There was no way this man could be a danger to her. He was clearly not armed, and besides, she had already seen at least fifteen options for how she could kill him in the event of his surprise attack, depending on What type of martial art he mastered.
Therefore, Cassandra calmly and carefully studied his face.
No, this man could not be a sent assassin.
Of course, in a dream, everyone may seem serene, but she could strongly suggest that this guy did not harm anyone in his life.
Meanwhile, the blond stretched sweetly, opened his eyes, and sat up. He slowly looked around the room, frowning in bewilderment, then his gaze settled on Cass’s face.
She could read his mixed feelings from his face and tense body.
Alertness. By which she could understand that he had to regularly face danger and he expected that the new situation might contain a threat.
Perplexity. He clearly didn’t know where and why he was, so he did not come here with the intent to somehow harm her.
Fear. He thought that he was kidnapped and even assumed that she was his kidnapper. She could say that this guy clearly got into situations where his freedom was limited before.
Readiness. He was bold and determined, and could charge into battle, but Cass saw that he would not defend himself without her direct attack and was rather trying to figure out if she was a danger to others, not to him.
Interest. She could say with confidence that the guy was open to new things and met changes with curiosity, he peered into her features, seeing in her… beauty?
Excitement. He was pleasantly impressed by her appearance and found her attractive, and the girl could tell that the longer he looked at her, the more this emotion crowded out the rest.
Their silent dialogue continued for several minutes, then Cass saw the guy relax a little, probably not finding enough threat in her. She couldn’t blame him for this mistake, it was common to many…
The boy’s gaze slid down her face and settled on her lips.
Cassandra saw his body tense up again, but this tension was of a completely different nature.
The blond swallowed and licked his lips.
She knew for sure that at that moment he didn’t remember any possible danger and that he might have been kidnapped. He imagined what it would feel like to be kissed by her, and it… turned him on.
The boy looked up at her, and with an embarrassed smile, rubbed his neck with his palm from behind, trying to hide his excitement and desire to kiss her from Cass.
The boy started to say something in an unknown language, but Cass could see he was still thinking about kissing her, as he swallowed and took another quick look at her lips again.
The girl shook her head to indicate that she didn’t understand him.
“English?” He asked.
She nodded.
“I… uhh… I’m not sure what is going on here, and where the ‘here’ is, but…” He swallowed again and stopped talking, following her gaze.
Cass was staring at his lips.
She felt his anticipation of the kiss so vividly that now this anticipation haunted her.
In addition, this boy seemed so unusual and… interesting…
He seemed to her a brave and determined man and a small defenseless boy at the same time. She could read deep reflections of the sage and childish playfulness.
Studying him, Cass immediately felt the desire to feel his protection and protect him herself from any injustice that — she could definitely see it — he clearly met in life.
He seemed so… so… perfect.
Cassandra looked up at him.
“Kiss me.” She said quietly.
The boy parted his lips, slightly drawing in air and looked at her with the disbelieving eyes of a homeless kitten. Then he timidly leaned over to her lips and froze for another moment just next to Cass’s face, as if expecting for her to change her mind.
This gesture clearly read previous rejections and lack of love and warmth in his life — as if this boy was not sure that he had the right to be accepted by someone just like that, only for existing in the world. She could tell that he was used to fulfilling many other people’s demands in an attempt to earn acceptance and love.
Finally he closed his eyes and touched her lips with his, closing the last distance between them.
Cass readily accepted his timid kiss, anticipating his movements and encouraging him. Their lips moved slowly and carefully, studying each other.
The girl felt that he was afraid to scare her, and afraid that she would drive him away at the same time.
Yes, he definitely has been rejected before and didn’t receive enough love from others.
Although Cass couldn’t understand how it was possible, because by this point she could definitely tell that he was kind and gentle.
Plus, he was incredibly handsome. Such a face could easily be found on the pages of glossy magazines…
Their kiss deepened and Cass felt him excited and worried, not wanting to show her how excited he was but also not wanting to pull away from her lest she think he was rejecting her.
The girl pulled back slightly and placed her hand on his chest in red pajamas with black spots.
The guy looked at her with stunned eyes, and she understood that he was confused and overcome by a lot of doubt and embarrassment.
“I like you.” She said to show him support and calm him down. “No rush.”
The boy was looking at her with amazed eyes.
“I…” He swallowed again. “I like you too.” Then he looked around the room. “Where am I? Is this your room? Why do you speak English? Am I not in France? Did Akuma hit you too?”
“My room.” Cass said. “China.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“Really? Did you bring me here?” Cass shook her head. “Then it WAS that Akuma. For some reason it brought me here while I was asleep. I need to contact La… my friend.”
Cass could say that he was hiding something. In addition to using a word she didn’t know, he was hiding a secret. But it wasn’t a malicious act, more like he was protecting someone or something.
Cass nodded.
“I’m Adrien.” He said, blushing slightly. “I’m sorry, I uhh… never kissed a girl without even introducing myself before.” He admitted.
“Cassandra.” She replied, giving him a soft smile. “Cass.”
“Can I…” He looked down at her mouth and licked his lips once more. “Can I kiss you again?”
Cass nodded.
His next kiss was more confident, but she was aware of his doubts, hidden in the timid movements of the hands that fell lightly on her cheeks. She could feel how passionately he reacted to her kiss in his intensified breathing and increased excitement of his body.
“Wow…” The boy whispered when he pulled away a little. “You are perfect.”
Cassandra looked at him, understanding what he was talking about.
Despite the fact that she saw him for the first time, it also seemed to her that everything about this young man was right, even the contradictory nature of his doubts.
She was keenly aware of how sincerely he believed in what he said, and felt her own sympathy, which arose almost from the first moment and only intensified with each new discovery that she made about him.
However he got here, she didn’t want him to leave.
“Can I come back?..” He asked. “If I won’t get home soon, I might be in trouble, but I…” his eyes again looked at her with outcast fear. “I’d really like to get to know you better if you don’t mind.”
“Come back.” She said, giving him another supportive smile.
“I will.” He promised.
*
Adrien got out through the window to the fire escape, went up to the roof.
Luckily, Plug ended up in China with him and was only hiding at the bottom of his pajama leg, so at least he could contact Ladybug and even hope to get home in time without anyone suspecting him.
Of course, even as Adrien, it wouldn’t be his fault that Akuma hit him, but he would have to explain why he didn’t say it sooner, and his father might forbid him to leave the house at all…
Adrien transformed and tried to call Ladybug, but she didn’t pick up the phone.
‘Hey Bugaboo! I’m in China. Come to get me at my location? Thanks, buy!’ He texted his partner, and decided to make a small circle on the rooftops so that he would remember the area well and easily find the right house when he returned.
There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to come back.
That strange Akuma that hit him yesterday…
They said something about the Garden of Eden, right?
Definitely, his awakening with a beautiful, kind, sensual girl in the same bed, who also wanted to kiss him, felt like heaven…
Does it really happen in life? — Adrien thought, jumping from roof to roof. — That you like a girl at first sight, and she doesn’t reject you, as Ladybug always did. That you have no doubts about whether you want to kiss her or you like her more as a friend, as it was with Kagami…
He was sure that he wanted to kiss this beautiful girl again and again. There was acceptance and readiness in her kisses. It seemed to Adrien that she knew every movement of his lips in advance and already responded to them even before he began to move.
She was perfect.
His staff signaled and Chat Noir accepted the call.
“Hey Chat!” His partner exclaimed excitedly.
“Hey LB! What’s up!” Chat cheered, still enjoying the delight of today’s awakening.
“Chat, are you still in China?” Ladybug asked.
“Funny story, milady,” Chat replied, a little embarrassed. He forgot that there was still one person to whom he would have to explain himself. “I woke up in the bed with… uh…”
“With someone you have never seen before!” She finished.
“How did you…” Chat said, then suddenly remembered that Ladybug had been hit by Akuma right in front of him. “Wait a minute! You were hit by that akuma too!”
So she also woke up not in her bed, and if his suspicions about the character of the akuma are correct, she woke up in bed with a guy!
Somehow, the thought didn’t disturb Adrien as much as he would have expected it. As if the kiss of a beautiful stranger, who seemed to understand him without words, cured him of the suffering of unrequited love.
He felt an unprecedented ease and confidence, as if the very existence of this girl — without any guarantees for him — was in itself a guarantee.
A guarantee that things could be different. That ideal relationship, where you are understood without words and accepted without questions, exists.
“So tell me, Bugaboo, is he better looking than I am?” Chat asked playfully.
“I’m not gonna answer that!” Ladybug exclaimed, blushing slightly. “So what do you think this akuma did to us? Just sent us around the planet to explore our Garden of Eden?”
“My guess — they are matchmaking us,” Chat said, remembering his morning that started with a kiss from a beautiful girl. “This girl, she is…”
“There is no way I can match that psycho!” Ladybug protested, interrupting him.
“‘Psycho’ you’re saying… I see…” Chat smirked at her. “So it’s definitely matchmaking akuma then…”
“Chat!” Ladybug exclaimed.
“Sorry Bugaboo!” Chat Noir laughed, and he knew well what he was talking about, given how Ladybug could rage, especially in the heat of the moment. “But let’s face it: the guy must be really something to handle you!” He said through laughing.
“Traitor!” Ladybug said, but Adrien could see that she was at war not so much with him as with her own emotions. “I’ll unite Tikki with Kaalki and come to get you. Don’t change your location.”She commanded.
“I uhh…” Chat sighed. He actually hoped to run over to Cass’s room for a goodbye kiss…
But then he would have to detransform and look for cheese somewhere, and what if Ladybug will look for him while he is in his civilian form, or even worse, she will find him!
Adrien Agreste was not the most inconspicuous Parisian resident, so if meeting him in the same area it wouldn’t be hard to guess with absolute obviousness who is hiding behind the cat’s mask…
Chat sighed.
“Sure. Waiting for you.”
Adrien knew for sure that he would return. Because today, as if for the first time in his life, he woke up in the right bed.
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Oneshot #3
Just one (1) imagining of Mari and Damian meeting as kids.
Darkness clung greedily to every street corner, and perhaps nobody would truly know whether it was the sheer viscosity of every shadow or the scope of talent in the newest Robin, but even clad in bright greens and reds and yellows the brand new vigilante easily slunk around unseen.
A shrill scream rang out in the air, sounding young. Unfortunately (or fortunately) Robin wasn’t the only one with the ability to slink around unseen in the Gotham night. His father and mentor followed close behind as they both made a beeline towards the newest disturbance.
What they saw was… not exactly what they expected. See, they had expected a little girl in the midst of getting kidnapped. While they weren’t exactly wrong, they had not at all been anticipating the kid’s apparent mother to be there.
Or that said mother had already beaten down four of the five traffickers after her daughter with a broken mop handle from the nearby dumpster.
The little pigtailed girl cowering behind her mother was scared without a doubt, tears pricking the corners of her startlingly bright blue eyes, but she was making a valiant effort to stay brave. She was biting her bottom lip, doing her best to suck in the tears and stay as silent as possible. And when the fifth and only attacker to remain conscious managed to slice along her mother’s arm with a knife?
Well, neither vigilante about to jump into the scene expected the terrified girl to grab a little grocery bag of trash that was nearby and toss it at him.
“Don’t touch my Maman!” She yelled in heavily accented English. The weak knot holding the bag broke when it hit the guy’s face, releasing used tampons and a half-empty bottle of milk over his head. The momentary surprise and disgust allowed enough time for the clearly Chinese mother to land another smack with her broken broom handle, and for Robin to jump down and take the fight away from the two civilians.
Batman stayed back, tying up and securing the already defeated traffickers while keeping a close eye on his son. The last thing he needed was for the boy, only on his second month in Gotham, to traumatize the little girl with murder.
But Batman made the mistake of dragging the goons to the corner of the alley by the street. When Robin rose his sword to deliver a killing blow to the guy’s heart, the Bat was too far away to make it in time.
“ROBIN!” He barked, hoping the tone of his voice would be enough.
It wasn’t.
Instead, a tiny hand came out of seemingly nowhere and latched to Robin’s wrist. The boy froze. Suddenly in front of him, blocking his blade from reaching its target, was the girl. They were the same height, he realized, and her blue eyes bore into his with startling ferocity despite the tears.
“He’s… asleep,” she told him, clearly meaning “knocked out” but lacking the right words to say it in English. “No killing. Will do nothing. Will only make you bad like him,” she told him sternly, scolding the vigilante despite the clear difference between them. One, a girl who threw a trash bag and the other, a boy who would kill with a katana without a second thought. “Maman needs… doc-tor,” she stumbled over the word, but despite the accent managed to get it out decently understandably. “Help her instead of hurt him.”
“Marinette!” The adult woman had finally gotten out of her shock, one hand pressing her sleeve over her shallow but long wound tightly even as she ran over to her daughter. She started to speak in French, and was halfway through asking her daughter if she was okay when Robin sheathed his sword without a word. As soon as the weapon was put away, a bright flash of green light erupted from where Marinette still clutched his wrist.
As if stung, the kids sprung away from one another. They both blinked, and when their eyes reopened it was to their vision suddenly being sliced in half like a video game. One half was their own perspective, the one they were used to seeing. The other was…
From the kid they just met?
Robin found he was staring straight at himself in half of his vision, and Marinette realized the same thing. They were seeing from both of their perspectives at once.
Bright, green-and-pink letters flashed before their eyes in bubble text, reading: Soulmate Game! Romance, Start (but not too fast)!
“YOU’RE my soulmate?” Was the first thing Robin asked, voice incredulous and unflatteringly surprised. “But-but you’re so tiny, and clearly untrained! Far too naive, and reckless, and you are wearing a bright pink skirt at night in Gotham City. There’s no WAY you can be my equal!”
Marinette puffed out her cheeks angrily. She might not have been the best at speaking English, but she was good at understanding it. She just had trouble forming the words sometimes, her mouth being too used to Cantonese and French to easily adjust to the more blunt and enunciated American English.
“And you’re mean and dumb and scary, but I didn’t choose you! Maybe it’s my job as your soulmate to make you nicer. Here, smile!” She lunged forward with all the audacity of someone who did not know Robin AT ALL. Pinching his cheeks a bit too roughly to be accidental, she pulled them apart and lifted them up so that he was “smiling.”
He batted her hands away, albeit a bit slower than usual. The multiple perspectives were incredibly disorienting, and he found himself confused as to which one he should focus on. Marinette didn’t seem to have that issue, easily shrugging off his rude gesture and lunging forward to try her assault a second time.
This time, when he tried to knock her hands away, Marinette grabbed one and locked it behind his back.
“Wha— I thought you were harmless!”
“Not my fault,” she cooed with false sweetness. “I never SAID I was har-harmless,” she kept his hand firmly pinned at the base of his spine, and while Robin knew he could twist away, she was still a civilian and his soulmate and he didn’t want to hurt her. Much. He did have the urge to flick her forehead though. “Maman teach me a little. She says she will teach more when I get older. See? I will be equal with you! Maybe not yet, but later!”
Damian bit his lip, forcing himself not to scowl. His grandfather had been of the mind that soul bonds were next to worthless, but his mother had a different opinion. She had raised him to treat his soulmate as nothing short of his equal. If he was an assassin Prince, then his soulmate would hold the same title. The universe paired everyone with who it deemed as the most complimentary to them. The one whose strengths would cover their weaknesses and vice versa. If he was strong alone, having his soulmate by his side would make him and his empire exponentially stronger and more stable.
So said his mother, anyway.
So he would not attack her. Not outside of a spar, that is. And they WOULD spar. He was not allowing his soulmate to only know rudimentary self defense, it was an insult to his name.
Whether he meant Al Ghul or Wayne, he didn’t know yet. Maybe both.
“Your mother TAUGHT you a little,” Damian corrected instead of insulting her like he would have normally done. Not much of a step up, but noticeable enough for his father to raise a brow behind his cowl. “Now let go, I thought you wanted us to get your mother first aid?”
Marinette huffed, clearly not pleased with his attitude still, but relented. She backed away from him, and followed him to where their parents were waiting for the police and an ambulance to arrive. The sirens could already be heard not far away. She waited until after her mom had a bandage firmly wrapped around her cut, which had also been properly disinfected, and had turned the police’s offer of a ride home down. She offered to give her statement the following morning instead.
The officers had been bemused, but Sabine didn’t care. Her daughter’s soulmate was a vigilante, and there was no way she was letting either of them run off without a talk.
“Don’t you sneak away, Batman!” The woman’s sweet but somehow terrifyingly stern voice cut through the otherwise silent air, stopping the vigilante in his tracks. He had been about to pull one of his signature vanishings, but apparently Sabine’s motherly instincts were not having it.
The little Asian woman firmly poked a finger into the much larger man’s chest, leaning in fearlessly with righteous fury in her almond shaped eyes. “My daughter is your prodigy’s soulmate, so you don’t get to just leave. Whether you like it or not, their connected now and I’m not about to let you keep them apart for her “safety” either. My little baby deserves a chance with her Destined. And that means she’s gonna be in danger because of your night life whether we like it or not, so I don’t care how painful this is gonna be for you. You’re letting us in on it. But ground rules? She’s not joining you. You might have taken other kids on this dangerous hobby of yours, but she won’t be one of them. What you CAN do is help me train her, so that she can at least protect herself from whatever danger might follow her because of this. What you CAN’T and WON’T do is ignore us once we go back to Paris and expect that I won’t hunt you down and make you regret ever trying to get rid of us. You and I are gonna make sure our kids get to have their soulbond and enjoy it to the best of their ability, and you don’t get a choice in the matter. Understand?”
Robin and Marinette were left blinking at the fearless woman as she laid into the well known vigilante and one of the founding members of the Justice League. Even more impressive, Batman didn’t seem to be capable of arguing with her. Every attempt was thoroughly thwarted until he was left with a growl of defeat in his throat and a triumphant Chinese mother smirking at him.
“Are you sure SHE isn’t my soulmate?” Robin whispered to Marinette, earning a snicker.
—*—*—*—*—*
THREE YEARS LATER
“The stadium is this way, Ladybug!” Adrien pointed the correct direction, but his heroine partner was still lagging behind.
“Hold on!” A familiar static had given her the warning she needed. Far too familiar static. “Keep going, I’ll—“
“Marinette, are you alright? Who is with you?”
The girl cursed under her breath, glad that at least she was the only one who could hear the voice.
“You’ll what? What’s wrong?” Chat Noir asked, slowing down as he looked back at her in concern. She sighed. Best to tell the truth.
“It’s my soulmate, just finish heading where we agreed! Right now he can hear everything I can hear!”
“Oh meowch,” the cat themed hero flinched. “That’s not great. I’ll just, uh,” he took an awkward step to the side before hauling tail away. Everyone knew better than to get between soulmates, especially when one was in potential danger.
“Who was that?” The icy voice of Damian Wayne persisted, and Marinette could pretty much FEEL the suspicion through their bond. At least he was still in Gotham.
“Just a friend! From school, yeah! A friend from school!” Unfortunately, though the pigtailed girl might have learned a lot when it came to combat ever since her soul bond was completed, she had never improved her ability to lie.
“Uh Huh. Suppose I believe you, What is their name?”
“Uh, Cha— Chane! Chane—“
“Marinette.”
“I’ll explain later! Gotta go, Akuma attack, taking cover!”
“If you’re taking cover then it is best I remain on audio only mode in order to make sure you get to safety.”
Marinette dropped into the stadium, a giant robot that should have only been inside the game Ultimate Mecha Strike Three slamming into the ground behind her.
“What was that? I thought you were headed to safety! That means AWAY from the danger, Marinette!” Yep, that was genuine worry in his voice. The girl winced, she’d be getting a lecture later for sure.
“Uhh, sorry I really—“ she dodged alongside Chat Noir, struggling to focus on both the conversation and fight at the same time. “Can’t talk— right now— very busy trying to get to safety!”
Another voice, completely deadpan and just as familiar as her soulmate’s, filtered in from Damian’s side of the audio connection of their bond.
“Oh really? That’s why you’re fighting a giant robot in the center of the stadium right now?” It was Nightwing, and he was in full Protective Brother Mode. Meaning, he was not amused at all and now she had double the lecture in store for her. Marinette gulped.
Her vision split in half, a sensation she had grown very accustomed to over the years since herbond was first completed. It no longer disoriented her like it had at first.
And her new perspective showed her and Chat Noir, right as she ordered her partner to try Cataclysm on it, in the stadium. Startled, she looked up to see two costumes figures standing with their arms crossed in the nosebleed section.
“Merdé, I am so dead,” she whispered to herself as she focused back on the gaming-themed Akuma. Having seen enough villain attacks in Gotham, she knew better than to assume they had won that easily. Therefore, she was not nearly as shocked as Chat when their enemy reformed his robot. Robin used the moment to drop in next to her. “I thought you weren’t coming to visit until NEXT month. You just got back from, you know, DEATH,” she hissed out of the corner of her mouth.
“I wanted to surprise you. Looks like I have good timing,” he replied equally softly. “And before you catastrophize—“ he started as all three of them pressed the red orb next to them, and jumped into the robot that spawned for them. Which… only had two seats…Robin shoved the cat hero out of the way. “—I am not angry that you are a hero. Merely surprised you did not tell me as soon as it happened. Oh, and feline boy, Ladybug and I will handle this. Just stay back and be quiet.”
“What— Who are you, and why are you taking my partner from me?” The blond asked, thoroughly caught off guard. Ladybug just got into her seat and sighed.
“Chat Noir, meet Robin. He’s one of Gotham’s vigilantes and my soulmate.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” Robin responded impatiently, his hands finding the controls of the robot easily. “And honestly, Ladybug, I suspected something like this would happen eventually. My family tends to be a horrible and very invasive influence. And it isn’t as if you lack the necessary skillset. Batman and I made sure of that much at least.”
“Uh, how are you guys doing this so easily?” Chat Noir piped up from where he watched as the two soulmates easily moved their robot with a fluidity that seemed profoundly natural. Marinette just smirked at her Parisian partner secretively.
“Robin and I are pretty used to combat games.”
Her soulmate laughed. She didn’t know if it was because of her inside joke, or the fact that he just found out their robot came with a cat saber.
—*—*—*—*—*
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Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 10
Chapter…1…2...3...4…5…6…7…8…9 …10 (You are Here)
“I gotta say,” Jason’s voice was slightly tinny as Tim listened to him over their communicators. “This isn’t the plot twist that I expected when Harley asked for our help. I have so many mixed feelings right now.”
Tim just hummed. Adrien was behind him on his motorcycle, the extra helmet that Tim kept for Robin in the inevitable event that the menace stole his bike just for the hell of it being the only thing protecting the model’s identity as they zoomed through the Gotham streets. Marinette had been whisked away by Jason as soon as he had caught up to them, to only Marinette’s surprise.
It was her voice that Jason’s communicator picked up next, allowing Tim to hear a very muffled;
“Let’s wait to reveal it to you-know-who until after he dies, so that he can roll in his grave.”
That earned a snort from Tim, and a guffaw that nearly deafened everyone who was listening from Jason.
Tim muted his comms then, feeling how tense Adrien was behind him, and yet the boy was also… vibrating?
“You okay back there?” He called back. Adrien’s nod was so enthusiastic that he almost slammed his helmet into the back of Tim’s head.
“This is awesome!” He cheered back. That made Red Robin grin, taking the next sharp turn with just a little bit of extra lean to it for the younger boy’s sake. His effort was rewarded with a bright whoop of exhilaration as they tilted almost concerningly close to the pavement, making Tim chuckle fondly. At the end of the day, Adrien was still a very sheltered teenage boy who chased after freedom like a cat after a laser pointer.
And Tim, at least, was well equipped to deal with that.
Straightening them back up, Red Robin decided that they were definitely far enough away from the city to risk a little flair, and revved the motorcycle nice and loud as he raced through the last stretch of road and straight into the hidden cave entrance. Adrien’s entertained laughter was still echoing against the walls even as Tim skidded to a very flashy stop in the Batcave’s parking area.
Red Robin has a front row seat to seeing the oh so scary Red Hood pull in next to them in a very similar manner.
“Chicken!” Marinette cackled gleefully, playfully nudging Jason’s shoulder as they dismounted from the bike. “I would’ve done it!”
“I’m not doin’ a frontflip on a bike with a kid behind me,” Jason grumbled back, clearly amused as he crossed his arms. His helmet was probably hiding a goofy smirk. “Isn’t it enough that I went out of my way to catch a little air for you anyway? I let Replacement beat us back because you wanted me to show off.”
“And you disappointed me,” Marinette jokingly scolded, unable to keep a large smile off her face despite her words. “Chicken.”
“Okay,” Nightwing, clearly having barely been able to pull on his costume in time to meet them in the Cave, absently fixed his mask with one hand as he met them all halfway. “As adorable as you all are, there’s a reason we had to meet up.”
Marinette and Adrien didn’t recognize the redhead in a plain domino mask who was sitting behind a desk that looked like it had been moved to the cave very recently. The desk was almost like a short cubicle, the “legs” being one solid wall of wood that wrapped underneath it on three sides and even rose above the flat working area of the desk, blocking the entirety of the woman’s body below her shoulders. The domino mask obscured her eyes, but Marinette had the distinct feeling that she was looking right at her and Adrien.
“Wonderful segway, Nightwing,” she drawled sharply, never moving her gaze. “Magic, I’m used to. Villains? That’s normal life in Gotham. What I wanna know is how nobody’s connected the dots about you guys before us, because it doesn’t look like you knew how to do the whole secrecy thing in the beginning.”
“Way to ease them into the interrogation, Oracle,” Tim cut in before Marinette or Adrien had time to react, one brow visibly raised under his mask. Usually he was the one that had to be reigned in when it came to seeking information, but Oracle was always a very direct person where Tim preferred finding information from behind a screen or in physical records.
Adrien waved a hand dismissively as his eyes scanned the cavernous room before he grinned in satisfaction, leaping over a slightly unnatural amount of space to plop into the only rolling chair in the room, sending it sliding across the rock floor and spinning in sickening circles. Even as his entire image was blurred into streaks of color from the speed at which the chair was spinning him, he answered casually;
“That’s the thing about Miraculous magic. It uses you just as much as you use it.”
That wasn’t exactly the answer any of them were expecting. Even the lurking forms of Batman and Robin, who had yet to fully emerge from the shadows, looked visibly confused. Nightwing was the one who spoke up; “Uh, what?”
Marinette rolled her eyes at her partner’s usual antics, walking over and stopping his chair’s rapid rotation with one smooth stomp of her foot on one of its wheels. The sudden stop meant that momentum carried Adrien straight out of his perch, sending him flying forward and skidding to a stop at Nightwing’s feet. Luckily he had superb balance, and the only part of him to touch the concrete before he stopped skidding were his shoes… until his momentum came to an end and he let himself face plant into the ground with a groan. As if she had done nothing odd and their actions were completely normal, Marinette decided to translate.
“What he means is that Miraculous magic isn’t like other types of magic. It has its own very concrete checks and balances in place that we cannot change or break. One such rule is that nobody is able to figure out the identity of a Miraculous user unless they see that user transform right in front of them, or the Guardian, Ladybug, or Black Cat specifically want someone to connect the dots, and personally provide evidence for that person or people to do so. Which is one of many reasons behind us still having no idea who HawkMoth is.”
“And why we had to come here and deliver the USB of evidence in person,” Adrien added, peeling his face off the concrete and happily sitting cross-cross on the ground. “Shipping it over wouldn’t just have been risky, it wouldn’t have worked regardless of who ended up with it. You just would have seen what was going on in Paris, and probably would have headed straight over to the city with no way of knowing who we were or recognizing our civilian selves even if we said something like ‘hi, I’m not Chat Noir at all. Look away while I totally do not duck into this alleyway to transform into Chat Noir.’”
“Yeah, that’s the other thing,” Marinette agreed with a sigh. “We’re conditioned to not actually admit our identities to anyone who doesn’t already know. We haven’t figured out if that one’s actually magic or just our old mentor being really good at mind tricks and gaslighting.”
“That sounds… complicated,” Batman grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He finally came out into the light, but the lack of reaction from Adrien or Marinette clued everyone into the fact that they had both known that he and Robin had been present the whole time.
They didn’t, however, notice Robin’s small grin at that observation. Only Oracle did, who had to suppress her own smirk as she made a mental note.
“And shitty,” Jason agreed, his stance taking on a new layer of rigidity that spoke of very carefully suppressed anger. “Your mentor gaslit you? As if choosing kids to fight a grown man without even providing any noticeable backup wasn’t enough,” the last few words tore themselves out of his throat in a guttural growl.
Marinette sat down in the rolling chair that Adrien had just taken for a joyride a minute ago, crossing her legs and nodding.
“He didn’t know what he was doing,” she agreed easily. “All he knew was what the organization in charge of protecting the Miraculous taught him, but that was almost two hundred years ago. The organization was all but destroyed while he was still in training, and he was only barely able to escape with his life and the box of Miraculous. Minus two, the Butterfly and the Peacock, which were lost during the destruction of the Order of the Miraculous and are now being used to hold Paris hostage.”
Batman’s eyebrows rose under his cowl. “Two hundred years ago? How did he live to be so old?” His tone was noticeably suspicious. Adrien was the one that answered that one, leaning back on his hands and looking as comfortable as could be.
“He was the only person left alive who could protect the Miraculous box,” he started. “So the magic of the box kept him alive, slowing his aging until he was able to train successors.”
“Those successors being you two, clearly,” Red Robin drawled, supremely unimpressed. Marinette and Adrien just nodded, wearing matching grimaces.
“I can fill you in on the details later, but HawkMoth and Mayura were able to bring back the thing that destroyed the old Order,” Marinette crosses her arms, frowning as she stared off into some third space nobody else could see. “We got rid of it, but not without our old mentor sustaining massive damage. Shortly after, he was forced to retire and passed his official Guardianship onto me. Unfortunately, destroying that Amok— the creature that destroyed the Order— brought that very same order back. Long story short, the Amok had trapped them in a pocket dimension where time was completely frozen. It took them a while to recover and adjust to the new time period, but their methods are very outdated—“
“They are a misogynistic pain in our ass,” Adrien cheerfully summed up. “They refuse to accept that Marinette and I are technically the leaders of the whole Order now, what with our official Guardianship over the box that the Order was formed to protect in the first place. Especially since Marinette is the Grand Guardian— the highest position you can get in the Order— since that’s the title our old mentor gave her. She’s both a kid and an ‘inferior,’” Adrien used very pointed finger quotations, “girl in their minds, so they always try to undermine her authority and have just slowed down our investigation and our whole fight in Paris. It’s ridiculous.”
Marinette nodded firmly. “Utterly ridiculous,” she and Adrien shared a brief smirk before focusing again. “But we can talk more about that later. Taking HawkMoth down is our priority, I can deal with the Order’s idiocy just fine in the meantime. So,” she leaned forward and braced her forearms on her knees. “What do you need to know to help with your investigation into Hawkmoth’s identity?”
The Bats, now fully in their element, took turns asking questions and occasionally bringing pictures or videos of the Paris situation up on the Batcomputer to aid in their discussions. They went over the areas that Marinette and Adrien were able to narrow down as Hawkmoth’s favorite areas to target (the fact that their own school was top of the list sent all of the Bat’s blood pressures skyrocketing), the times that he was most active, the evolution of his methods, and the escalation of severity as his reign went on. Eventually they arrived upon a video that showed Ladybug being tossed straight through several buildings, and then being slammed into the metal foundation of the Eiffel Tower by a particularly skilled and dangerous Akuma and Amok team.
Nightwing pointed up at that video, face grim. “I know you said that not every attack is capable of being documented,” he began carefully. “But how often does this sort of thing happen? Considering both you and Adrien’s high level of skill and experience with Akuma attacks…” he trailed off as the video showed Ladybug almost immediately getting back up and going back on the offensive, albeit with a little bit of a limp and favoring her right side.
“And that recovery time is…” Oracle added, mouth taut and body language (what little was visible) noticeably taut. “You already explained the abilities your suits give you, and I know it protects you from being shot or cut by normal means. But blunt trauma— please tell me your suits also dampen your pain.”
Robin and Red Hood nodded, both looking perturbed although they hid it pretty well. The video compilation that was currently playing showed the hardest hits that both heroes had taken; those that were able to be filmed, that is. There was noticeable difference, though, which Batman brought up before either of the Parisian heroes could answer Oracle’s question.
“I don’t find that likely,” he said as he crossed his arms. “Chat Noir takes considerably longer to get back up and recover from heavy hits, and Ladybug doesn’t show proper consideration for the injuries she receives. The way she tends to step too heavy on twisted or broken ankles, accidentally punch with a wounded arm— things that make her stumble or dramatically affect the strength of her attacks,” Batman’s eyes slid behind his cowl to land on Marinette. She did her best not to squirm, able to feel his heavy gaze on her easily. “Chat noir might take longer to recover, but he handles actual combat after a heavy hit noticeably better. That wouldn’t make sense if they had the same dulled reaction to pain.”
“And that kind of deduction, Ladies and Gents, is why we came to you for help,” Adrien quipped with cheerful finger guns. “Our suits don’t dampen any sensation, including pain,” he gestured over to his partner. “She just has a crazy level of natural pain tolerance,” Adrien explained with a shrug. “Like, ridiculous pain tolerance. She sometimes gets so focused on the fight that she is able to completely forget where she’s hurt, until she makes a misstep and is not-so-kindly reminded.”
Marinette felt like a bug under a microscope with how all of the Bats’ attention immediately turned on her again. She grimaced, having a pretty good idea of what was going through their heads.
“It’s not medical,” she explained, tapping her fingers on her knee in an attempt to drain out some of her nervous energy. “My parents noticed pretty early on and had me checked out for any issues with my nerves or pain receptors. They, understandably, thought that it might be something I inherited from you-know-who, or even from Mom. But after several tests, the doctors said that all of my nerves and pain receptors were functioning completely normally. I feel pain just as vividly and accurately as anyone else, a stubbed toe or broken bone for me feels exactly as it would for you. I just don’t… I guess it just doesn’t bother me as much, for some reason,” she ran a hand through her bangs, staring at the floor as she ran through her memories. “The doctors suggested that it might be something psychological. Maybe a chemical imbalance or something that prevents my brain from fully reacting to pain signals that it receives. But my parents decided that they didn’t want me to go through any psychological evaluations or anything, because it doesn’t affect my overall health and they didn’t want me to grow up thinking something was wrong with me or that I was crazy. Plus, we all have a pretty good idea where the trait comes from anyway so there was no need to look into it any further.”
Batman looked back to the video that was still playing on mute. That… made sense. If she still felt pain vividly then, regardless of her overall tolerance, suddenly putting weight on a broken ankle or dislocated shoulder was bound to shock her body and momentarily distract her or make her buckle, putting her in an understandably vulnerable position. Not to mention that ignoring her wounds made her forget not to use arms or legs that might be weak or unable to move well, impeding her flow in battle and damaging her attack strength.
“So, when you chugged steaming hot coffee before the tours,” Red Hood spoke up, arms crossed but somehow not looking that concerned. It was hard to read him with the helmet, but Marinette got the sense that he was just trying to sort things out in his head rather than being legitimately concerned about anything. “You felt the stuff burn your throat, but you just don’t care?”
“Basically, yeah,” Marinette agreed with a shrug. “It doesn’t bother me. Like, it hurts, yeah. But the scandalized look on Adrien’s face was worth it, and it’s easy to ignore that the pain’s even there as long as I have something else to focus on. Even just joking around with a friend is more than enough to take care of that.”
Batman’s thoughtful hum brought Adrien and Marinette’s attention over to him, where he had one hand gently cupping his chin in thought.
“That does seem to match up,” he admitted casually. “All in all, not the worst thing to inherit. But it does present an issue,” Batman lowered his hand, his mouth in a half-frown. “In and of itself, it’s not that big of a deal. You would benefit from some training so that you don’t hinder yourself as much when you’re fighting, but that’s not too hard for us to help teach you. We can help Adrien with his recovery time and ability to shake off shock too, so that he isn’t vulnerable for as long when he’s knocked down. But Harley doesn’t have that particular tolerance, ignoring pain is something she took a long time to learn and even then it’s mostly an act she’s perfected after years of building up her normal pain tolerance the hard way. But if That Man finds out that you share that trait of his,” he trailed off, allowing the teens to let their imagination fill the gaps. Marinette and Adrien shared a grimace.
“Point taken,” she admitted after a moment. “But I might need some help reacting more normally, since that’s probably a good idea if I want to be easily overlooked. I’ve never really had to hide my pain tolerance before and I… don’t really know how people normally react to different levels of pain,” she turned to Adrien, asking him; “I take it just saying ‘ouch’ doesn’t cover it?” She half-joked.
Adrien snorted, patting her head mock-condescendingly. “Not even close, bugaboo.”
The batboys all looked… oddly amused? They were trying to hide grins and swapping secretive looks with one another. It was actually Oracle, who had mostly been silent making notes on her laptop during the meeting, who snorted and commented;
“Your parents must be fucking saints to raise someone as ridiculously pure as you,” she said as she grinned. “It’s honestly refreshing. Most heroes, especially those to get an early start like most of us here, didn’t have the greatest home life outside of heroism.”
Adrien perked up at that, his usual grin widening into a huge grin. “You mean I actually fit in?!”
Marinette choked on air, turning and giving him a gentle wack over the back of his head. “That’s not something to be proud of!”
“Hey, that makes me normal in the hero circles,” Adrien was still ridiculously happy, laughing without seeming to acknowledge how fucked up the conversation had become. “I’m never normal, this is great!”
The batboys all shared groans, Batman was just staring at him blankly, and Red Robin looked like he was dying inside even as he laughed. Robin snapped over to his father, tugging on his cape insistently.
“I do not want any more brothers. Don’t you dare adopt him.”
“Father would never allow it anyway,” Adrien interrupted with a shrug. “So no worries. He’d never let his only son out of his iron control. That being said, I don’t want anyone else to have to deal with the same situation, so can we go ahead and switch to planning how we keep Mari’s identity secret and Joker in the dark?” He was glad for their help with the Paris situation, to be sure, but he felt like they had covered the most important parts already. They had plenty of time later to go over the fine details and set plans in motion for HawkMoth, now he felt it was time to focus on the more immediate threat.
The room went silent for a moment as everyone was, somewhat unnecessarily, reminded about Joker and the threat he currently posed to Marinette. Batman was the one to take a breath and open a drawer in the desk underneath the Batcomputer. He slid the two packets of paper he grabbed over the metal debriefing table that they were all gathered around, sending them gliding over the smooth surface to land neatly in front of both Marinette and Adrien.
“That is the list of procedures and protocols that we have created to assure your safety while in Gotham,” he explained simply. “We began developing that list since the day that Harley first asked for our help protecting you. Not all of our plans are written down—“
“Batman is chronically paranoid and passed that trait down to all of us,” Nightwing interrupted with a lopsided grin. “It wouldn’t be safe to write all of our plans down in one place, but those are the ones that you guys might want to familiarize yourselves with the most. The backup plans that we have stored elsewhere are not likely to be needed, but better off staying where we have them.”
Namely, Nightwing thought to himself, those backup plans were better off only being stored in their brains rather than anywhere that Joker could actually find them.
Marinette and Adrien seemed to understand this, nodding absently as they both began to flip through the packet of paper and glance over it. The room had descended into mostly silence as the Bats started to each to their own thing to unwind or just fill the downtime as the Parisians read. Every now and then they would ask Batman or Robin for clarification on a few items in the packet, but otherwise the room of heroes sank into a sort of half-break from their long session of debriefing.
Just as Marinette and Adrien flipped to the last page of the Anti Joker-Kidnapping packet, footsteps echoed off the metal stairs that led somewhere high up that Marinette and Adrien did their best not to think too hard about. The sudden sound and its implications made them both stiffen in unease. The Bats didn’t seem too concerned as a young man came down the stairs with his eyes firmly directed down at his phone, humming softly to whatever he was listening to on his headphones.
Until an important detail sank in that made the Bats realize that they had forgotten something, and they also tensed up, silently cursing their oversight.
Marinette and Adrien immediately noticed the newcomer’s lack of mask, trading glances as they grimaced. It wasn’t until the young man had finished descending the steps that he looked up and froze. His brown eyes instantly blew wide open.
“Uh. What’s going on? Who are the civvies?”
Damian, chaos gremlin that he was at heart, interrupted the ensuing silence with;
“Welcome back, Thomas. And you know that civilians are not allowed in the Batcave, these are heroes from Paris. Meet Ladybug and Chat Noir.”
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Author’sNote: This is the first time that I’m ever making an attempt to write Duke Thomas, tbh. I was hesitant on adding him to the story, since I don’t really know a lot about him, but reading him in a bunch of fanfic made me take the plunge. He’s so well written in a lot stories, and I already focus pretty heavily on the main four wayne boys, a little more diversity is probably needed in my writing anyway. I don’t even write the girls very often, because I just don’t have as good of a handle on their characters or how to write them— rip Steph, who has yet to really appear in any of my fics for this exact reason. But I’m trying to do more research and gradually add more characters in the Wayne family and adjacent, so we’ll see how I do! I think Duke is my first major attempt at adding a character I don’t really know much about, because from what I’ve seen so far, he has a pretty distinct personality and seems really fun to write. Plus, for some weird reason, I have a much easier time writing guy characters than girls. Which makes literally 0 sense, but whatever. If you have any suggestions for me to write Duke as well as possible, please tell me in the notes!
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We all know that Jason is a huge fan of Jane Austen and, in particular, Pride and Prejudice. And I’m sure there’s at least one Maribat Pride and Prejudice story out there. But. Imagine this;
Marinette and Damian’s first meeting doesn’t go super well. Damian is his usual standoffish self, Marinette doesn’t like it at all and they clash heads. From this moment in time, Jason has stars in his eyes and cannot help but see them as a real life Lizzy and Mister Darcy. He goes out of his way to try and put them in similar situations to the novel (galas and such) to see how it plays out, he starts writing in a journal about the interactions between the two and how his favorite story is happening in real life, this is the BEST THING EVER.
Marinette and Damian have actually been dating as their hero personas for a while, and their first interaction as civilians was only bad because they didn’t know each other’s identities and were grumpy from not being with their partner or able to talk about them without giving identities away. So, Jason is dumbfounded when they suddenly start to get along and even start dating, and the rest of the fic is just Jason being a Dramatic Sad Boy about the derailing of his real life reenactment of Pride and Prejudice.
“You killed her, Demon.”
“Huh?”
“LIZZY, you KILLED LIZZY”
“… I never killed anyone by that name? Do you need to be examined, Todd?”
Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 9
Chapters…1…2...3...4...5...6...7...8... 9 (you are here)
I don’t know why, but this chapter was so hard to finish omfg. I’m sorry if the ending is a little awkward and not as well written as usual, I blanked hard.
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It was only six in the morning. Tim had already left the manor half an hour earlier, on his way to pick Marinette up from Ivy and Harley’s place and deliver her back to the hotel. Right as Bruce was about to call him, he got a text from Tim saying that Harley and Ivy’s apartment was empty but covered in very angry looking plants. Sending only a quick response ordering Tim to start a search with a Code Green, he closed his phone again and turned back to the two very wound-up ex-villains in his foyer.
“Put the bat down, Harley,” Bruce nodded to the weapon that she was still holding, ready to use at a moment’s notice. “Red Robin is already starting a search. But even though I have him on high alert, I doubt it’s Joker. Marinette and Adrien were both staying with you and Pamela, right?”
Heaving a sigh, Harley reluctantly lowered her bat and propped it up against a wall as Ivy fixed the doors that she had partially ripped off of their hinges. Luckily the door was all wood, so Ivy could actually work with it and get it back in its proper position and quality.
Truth be told, Ivy still had some issues equating her old nemesis Batman with her… actually fairly good image of Bruce Wayne. Sure, there was that one incident where she accidentally mistook the Wayne Enterprises tearing down rainforests thing as something Bruce had actually been a part of (spoiler, she later found out that it was done behind Bruce’s back and he had gotten some very tasty, if perfectly legal, justice against the people responsible) and almost killed his butler Alfred in the process of trying to get revenge for said rainforests…
But she made up for it later. That was all in the past, and Alfred… Well, he was never scared of her. But Ivy knew by now that if Alfred had truly held that old grievance against her, then she would likely be dead. The butler was not one to be underestimated.
Regardless, Harley was the one that figured out Batman’s identity first. In fact, Harley had figured it out even before fully separating from Joker. But Ivy’s fianceé was really good at keeping secrets when she wanted to be. Harley hadn’t even come clean and told Ivy about the Bat’s true identity until the week after they got engaged, a little over a year ago.
And Poison Ivy didn’t exactly have any legitimate reason to visit the Wayne Manor often, so she was still having problems seeing The Bat when she looked at the face of Bruce Wayne, the slightly airheaded but very well-meaning conservationist.
“That’s right,” Harley was answering Bruce as Ivy listened in. “We let her and Adrien sleep in the living room, we had tons of blankets and pillows laid out. Adrien said he’d never had a real sleepover before, and Frank was there to chaperone so we didn’t think much of it. But then this morning, Pam woke me up and said that Frank and the other plants in the house were sending up a silent alarm,” Harley looked back to Ivy, so she could explain better what the foliage had told her.
“I wasn’t panicked, at first,” she explained. “Frank and the flowers were all giggling, something about Marinette and Adrien sneaking off to the bathroom together. But that didn’t make sense to me, since they’re about as platonic as you can get. So I woke Harley up to investigate, and the bathroom was unlocked. No sign of the kids. Adrien’s bags are still at the apartment, but Marinette’s backpack and purse are gone.”
“Are ya sure this isn’t Joker, Bruce?” Harley asked softly, eyebrows pinched in worry. Theoretically, she should know best. After all, Harley spent more time alone with the joker than pretty much anyone else still alive. Hell, she used to be his fucking therapist. But Batman was the only one who could truly claim to know the guy, who actually had an idea how he behaved and how to predict his erratic actions to some degree. Harley trusted Bruce’s knowledge of Joker more than her own.
Bruce pursed his lips, but didn’t seem panicked. “I do have a theory,” he admitted slowly, briefly making eye contact with Damian. His youngest son quickly nodded, taking off at a brisk pace out of the room— probably to the Batcave. “But no, I don’t think this was Joker. Tim would have already texted Jason, though, so that’s two of them searching the city for her or any movements from Joker just in case. We do know that he’s more than capable of quick, silent kidnappings, but that was mostly when you helped him with them, Harley. With only himself and his usual thugs, he’s had to rely on brute strength more often than not when he wants to be intimidating. Sneaking into your apartment, or more specifically your bathroom, under not only you and Pamela’s nose, but also without any of the plants catching him first? Or your hyenas? Not a high possibility,” he shook his head.
“Then what’s your theory?” Ivy asked, eyes narrowed. Putting aside her old impressions about Bruce, she instead tried to focus on what she knew about Batman. And this was a pretty easy tell; Batman didn’t admit to having theories unless he was almost certain he was right. And even on the rare occasion that he’s wrong, he’s always at least close to the truth. Bruce frowned at her— and yeah, she recognized that frown even without the cowl. Ivy’s glare deepened. “Don’t get all stubborn on us now, Bats. This isn’t just anybody, if you have a theory about our daughter I wanna hear it.”
Harley straightened up a little, the confirmation that Bruce didn’t think this was related to Joker meant that she was able to relax a little. Enough for Ivy’s words to shoot straight through her heart, and she spun around to look at her fiancée while mouthing the words ‘our daughter’ silently. If Harley had a few happy tears in her eyes, nobody mentioned it.
Bruce’s frown stayed in place as he pulled his usual prolonged silence schtick. Harley (still a little starry eyed) and Ivy both waited him out patiently. They weren’t leaving his manor until they found out for sure where Marinette and Adrien were, so in their minds he could stall all he wanted. They weren’t moving an inch.
Eventually he seemed to realize this, and chose his words very, very carefully.
“… Marinette has actually been in contact with us, the Bat side of us,” he admitted evenly, drawing out the sentence almost too slowly. “Before you ask why, I’m getting there. According to her, there is a… situation, in France, that she is acting as a civilian aide for. Though upon closer investigation, it seems that Marinette is stepping slightly over the line of ‘civilian aide’ and into the territory of a more involved informant. She actually told us about an issue with the JLE that they were able to keep a secret from our main branch,” Bruce kept careful eye contact with both women as he spoke. “It seems that she had actually entered the WE scholastic competition as a plan to come here to Gotham behind your backs, for the primary purpose of requesting our aid with the situation in France. Again, we have done investigation into it over the past few days and have found everything to be legitimate. However—“ he held up a hand to stop Harley from saying whatever she was about to say. She looked angry, and Bruce didn’t want to hear it yet. “Before you accuse me of anything, let me make this very clear. She approached us for help, and we accepted. We are not involving her in our investigation beyond asking for whatever she already knows, and we are not putting her in the field in any way, shape, or form. We are still primarily focused on her safety while she is in Gotham, and anything we might do with the Paris situation will be handled from here on directly with the Parisian heroes that she has acted as an aide for up until now. And even though Marinette has not said anything about it, we do suspect that Adrien is also a civilian aide for the same heroes, if less involved because of his strict household.”
“…” Harley and Ivy shared a long look with each other, before Harley slowly let out a deep sigh. “I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. I have no idea how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie,” she turned from her fiancée and back to Bruce. “But you swear she’s not fightin’? Even with her training, she’s not goin’ out there in a mask like your kids?”
“Harley,” Bruce said evenly, letting himself even give her a small grin. “If your daughter ever becomes a hero or vigilante, you have my word that I’ll buy you and Pamela your own condo— no, mansion if you want one. In the diamond district if you want.”
“Get us a good yard,” Ivy instantly piped up. She shrugged when Harley shot her a dirty look. “What? Even if it’s not likely, we might as well be prepared. At this point, I’m not gonna think of anything as impossible when it comes to Marigold. She snuck away from the both of us without a hitch.”
Harley grumbled a little, conceding to that being true. “Anyway, Brucie,” she once again locked eyes with the billionaire. “What does all that have to do with Mari and Adrien sneaking out? You think they were giving those French heroes you mentioned a report or something? Why not come right back inside if that’s the case?”
Bruce shrugged. “We know that one of the Parisian heroes is capable of teleportation. It could be that they felt it best to have their discussion somewhere more secure than an apartment complex in Gotham City. Regardless, I’ll head out on patrol right now with Red Robin and Red Hood if you want to be extra careful. Robin is already on the computer monitoring the internet feeds and cameras. The two of you should go back home immediately,” his face got very serious very quickly. “The thing that worries me more than Marinette and Adrien sneaking out, is Joker noticing that you guys left your house in such a hurry. If he starts asking questions about why you both came to visit me in such a frenzy, with weapons and powers on display…”
Harley and Ivy immediately grimaced. They’d have to come up with a cover story, the Gotham underground was full of dirty gossips that would spread word of their weird behavior in no time if they hadn’t already.
“We’ll tell Marinette and Adrien to steer clear of our apartment for a while, and to act as if they don’t know us if they see us,” Ivy assured Bruce. “Until we know for sure that things have cooled down, we’ll keep more distance.”
Bruce nodded. “That’s for the best, for now. No visits to her hotel, either. I shouldn’t have to tell you that any connection between you and where the class is staying is far too risky. If you have to, say that Damian tried to steal one of your pets again, Harley. It would hardly be the first time.”
“He’s not getting Joe, no matter how much he offers me!” Harley immediately yelled back, arms crossed.
“You’ve tried to steal his pets too, Harley. Don’t act innocent,” and suddenly Ivy was entirely disillusioned. Bruce looked exactly like every other tired dad all of a sudden, the bags under his eyes more obvious than ever and the long suffering look on his face provoking sympathy. This guy was Batman? This tired old dad who had way too many kids and not enough patience in the world for their shit?
Actually, wait, no. That description fit Batman perfectly nowadays.
Slowly, a large shit-eating smirk overtook Ivy’s lips as her eyes landed on Harley. Everything made sense now.
“I told you that Robin was your arch enemy.”
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“Your mother and Bonus Mom are totally gonna kill us,” Chat Noir hissed as he ducked behind a chimney. Ladybug joined him half a second later, swiping her yo-yo in a rush and snapping it open so that she could snatch the glasses stored inside. She sent him a frenzied glare.
“I know that! You don’t think I know that? We need a cover story!” She shot right back. She called on the transformation that merged the Horse and the Ladybug, biting her lip for a moment. “I’ll call the portal a short distance away, so we can plan on the walk back to the apartment.”
Chat Noir grimaced, reaching out to stop her before she could call on the horse’s ability.
“Hold on, is that a good idea?” He asked, eyebrows pulled low over his domino mask in concern. “This is— you know what it’s like there,” he barely stopped himself before he could say anything too telling about their destination. You never knew who was listening. “What if we accidentally go somewhere that lands us right in the lap of you-know-who?”
Ladybug cringed at the mere image of that. Not only the fact that it would mean ending up in Joker’s lap, exactly where she was trying to avoid ending up, but also the fact that Chat Noir’s scenario would mean Joker finding out about Ladybug’s abilities. Teleportation not being the least of them.
“… I’ll keep the location near the apartment,” she offered, still considering their options. “H— they control that area, and you-know-who holds pretty much no power there. If we stay within their territory, we stand a better chance of being okay.”
“But it’s not a guarantee,” Chat Noir pressed. “Why can’t we just teleport straight in and explain everything to them?”
Ladybug froze, and slowly turned her head so she could level her partner with the most deadpan glare possible.
“…Not even ten years ago they were both still wanted criminals.”
“Annnnd?”
“Neither of them control their emotions, and you know Mom is overprotective. There’s no way telling them the truth ends well, not before HawkMoth is dealt with. Even out of our costumes we can protect ourselves against most idiots who might try anything against us. I’ll double check that our landing spot is clear and within the boundaries of their territory, and it’ll be fine.”
Chat Noir ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t like it, but he knew that Ladybug had a point. Until HawkMoth was taken down, it was safest to keep their identities on a very strict need-to-know basis. Right now her moms didn’t need to know. If either of them came to Paris and became a target… he shuddered at the mere thought. They hadn’t needed Akumatization to become extremely dangerous terrorists before, the addition of an akuma to either of them would be nightmare fuel at best.
That settled, Ladybug focused so that she could create a portal that led somewhere safe. Leaping through it led to both heroes almost soundlessly landing in the shadowed space between a wall, a dumpster, and a pile of trash bags. After a quick glance around to assure that no windows had a view of them and nobody was around, they both allowed their transformations to slide off and adjusted back to the Gotham gloom.
“Alright,” Marinette whispered to Adrien. “I think I know the way back from here. Before we get going; any ideas for an alibi?”
The blond boy tilted his head, thinking. Either way they had to go back to the apartment, he had left his stuff there. Just as he opened his mouth to reply he was cut off by another voice in the alleyway.
“Those idiots’ll neva find me here!” The familiar knockoff-Boston accent drawled softly, followed by a faint chuckle. Someone snapped their fingers. “Ey, you’re supposed to be watchin’ for bats! Long as we stick ta Harley and Ivy’s neighborhood, we don’t gotta worry ‘bout other rogues. You! Help me find a place for us ta crash!”
Slowly, Marinette closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that it silently hit the wall behind them. Adrien looked like he was struggling to decide whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
Of course they’d end up in the same alleyway that Duella Dent decided to turn down before they could move out of it. The rogue-wannabe had lost the bats after her failed museum heist, but all of her loot had been confiscated and returned to the museum. She was broke and on the run. And, apparently, once again placed right in Marinette’s way.
Apparently the woman wasn’t in any hurry to find a new place to hide. Being in Harley and Ivy’s territory afforded some minor safety, enough for her to send two of her thugs out to find somewhere to hide and keep her last non-incarcerated thug on lookout. Meanwhile Duella herself plopped down on a slightly soggy crate and lit a cigarette, deciding that it was the perfect time for a smoke break.
Marinette and Adrien turned to each other, doing their best to communicate solely through facial expressions. Of course, being best friend and hero partners for several years allowed this to go… somewhat smoothly.
Marinette grimaced and flicked her eyes to where Duella was smoking, before looking back at Adrien and raising both her eyebrows. Adrien shrugged, glancing out at Duella and her lazy lookout before pointing to himself and then raising his eyebrows in return. A little more back and forth, and something approximating a plan was made.
Adrien jumped out of their hiding place. The little show off even did a front flip, landing right in a puddle that splashed all over Duella and soaked her now useless (and unhygienic) cigarette.
“Hey, didn’t see you guys here!” Adrien said chipperly, hands on his hips and a large smile on his face. Something not many people knew or seemed to talk about often was Adrien’s talent with languages. And not even just languages, but accents as well. He took to new languages and accents like a fish to water, so much so that he could fool even people that saw his billboards every day into thinking he wasn’t French.
And right then? The contrary little shit took full advantage of his talent and used a perfect Metropolis accent. His back was to Marinette so he couldn’t see her face palm at that.
“You know,” Adrien continued even as Duella stood up and her thug tried to approach him from behind threateningly. “You really should try to stay hidden better. A kid could just stumble on you like I did and tell the bats! Or the cops. Wouldn’t that just rain on your parade?” He held up his phone and wiggled it in the air to punctuate his point.
The thug took that moment to try and lunge for the phone, but Adrien had been keenly aware of the man behind him and easily danced out of the way. “Oh, are we playing tag? You’re it!” The thug lunged again, and Adrien just used the man’s broad shoulders as a platform to plant his hands and flip right over the guy’s head.
“Gotta be faster than that!” The only warning Adrien got was the sound of something flying through the air, but he heard it just in time to throw himself to the ground. Right above where he had just been, a bright yellow orb exploded in a fiery display of both flame and glitter. He winced at how he had almost been hit by that bomb, before another sound made him roll out of the way of Duella’s foot aimed at his head.
Marinette would give Duella only one good point. The woman knew how to fight acrobatically. Marinette even found herself begrudgingly making mental notes on some of the moves Duella pulled off, hating that the wannabe actually had skill.
Adrien was at a slight disadvantage considering he had to fight two criminals at once without any powers, and couldn’t even risk showing off his full skill since he didn’t want them to get too suspicious of him. And yet even with the metaphorical Training Wheels of Misdirection on, he was still able to slam a random piece of metal that was probably from an old AC unit on the back of the thug’s head and knock him out.
With the numbers now even, Marinette flew out of her hiding space to land on Duella’s back. The added unexpected weight sent the fledgling rogue face-first into a Gotham Alleyway puddle, filling Marinette with petty satisfaction even as she slammed her elbow into the back of Duella’s head. Of course, she immediately pulled Duella’s unconscious body out of the puddle afterwards— they didn’t wanna kill the idiot. But she didn’t make any moves to dry the woman off.
“Nice,” Adrien complimented as he dusted his hands off, faint French accent back in it’s rightful place in his voice. He held out his fist, earning an eye roll and a fist-bump from his friend before the two of them started to make their way out of the alley.
“There you are!” The new voice made both of them slide back into combat stances on reflex, before they could make out the very clear sight of Red Robin on a nearby rooftop and relaxed. He jumped down to join them on the ground, stopping for a second when he saw the two unconscious bodies also down there.
He blinked, then decided he had more important things to focus on.
“Ivy and Harley noticed you guys were gone,” he informed them both. The two teens instantly tensed, and Red Robin’s frown wasn’t helping. “They immediately ran to Batman in a panic. We’re pretty sure the gotham underground knows about their panic by now, everyone’s a secret gossip. Your orders are to lay low, pretend you don’t know them and not to return to the apartment.”
“But—“ Adrien started, only to be cut off by Red Robin again.
“Don’t worry, I already got your stuff and dropped it off in your hotel room. But neither of you are off the hook. Batman covered for you, so now he wants me to bring the both of you to the Batcave for a much needed Talk.”
Marinette and Adrien shared a glance, Marinette grimacing while Adrien looked… slightly excited?
“On one condition,” Adrien held up a finger. “Teach me how to do the disappearing trick?”
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[LATE]Day 9of#Daminettedec21:
Tears <w/ Eh in ea-Ripped cloth>
[After a Day & Night of Training]
Marinette: “Seriously Dami, you need to stop sword training in your Robin suit. If you keep this up, I’ll have to make you a new designed Suit.”
Damian:‘I have no problem with your offer, Angel’*Smiles at her focused expression*
[LATE]Day 8of#Daminettedec21
:Hurt
[Familia/Family:(Step)Mother & Son]
Marinette:“I cannot Believe You snuck out Again & didn’t alert Dick or Bruce this time! Alfred & I were worried sick about you! *Sighs* Just because you’re the Blood son of Batman, you don’t go out & look for trouble. We all care for you Damian. Even if your father doesn’t show it.”
[Late Late Again] Day 7 of #DaminetteDec21 : Meeting
[After *Finally* defeating Hawkmoth & Mayura, getting the Butterfly & Peacock Miraculous back, Marinette decided that the Miraculous had spend too much in Paris so She wanted to leave France as soon as possible. After accepting a scholarship over to the States, she decided to accept Wonder Woman’s offer as well to join the Titans for furthering her Fighting skills & protecting her Miracle Box]
(Late Late ) Day 6of#DaminetteDec21:Butterflies
[In the Botanical Garden in WE as Damian guides Mari inside w/o her class]
Marinette:“This is Amazing, Damian. Thank you for helping me out back there”*Sees butterflies,Landing and flying above the flowers*“I miss how Butterflies used to be a hopeful sign of nature.”
#Daminette
Day5of#DaminetteDec21: Kids
{Every Summer, Talia Ah Ghul would bring along Damian to spend time w/Marinette in Paris but They didn’t really get along much. Marinette wasn’t like any of the girls her age, She was Pushy and stubborn as well as Damian ,who was uninterested and more stubborn, to play with her.}
(**Inspire from -The Swan princess: This is My idea song**)
Day 4 of #DaminetteDec21 : Short
[Childhood AU]Marinette:*giggles as she raises her hand above him*How about this,Dami. If You get to taller than me by the first year of High school, Then You can take older me on a Date. Deal?
Damian:*crosses his arms,smirks just slightly* I agree to the terms, Dupain-Cheng. However, I would have to warn you, I am the blood son. You seen how tall my father is.
(Late) Day 3 of #daminettedec21 :Attention
[Aged-up]Marinette:*works On a Late night as she fixes her signature dress, but feels a familar someone behind her, glances back*I thought You be home Later. Batman is the dark knight and night watcher of Gotham.
Damian:*looks down over her head as he grins slightly,wraps his arms around her waist from behind* Yes, It is true. However, Batman has the permission to look after his beloved favorite citizen after a Night’s work.
Day 1of#DaminetteDec21:Grumpy Cat
Damian:*stays close to Mari as he grouchingly sits at his Niece’s b-day party* why again did you persuade me to play these ridiculous characters?
Marinette:*smiles as she turns to him* Because You love me and your beloved Niece to have a great party for her, mon minou grincheux.
#DaminetteDec21
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