of broken windows and bloody vigilantes | dickinette

Word Count: +1.7k

summary: marinette wanted to have one quiet night. instead, she got an injured nightwing and a smug red hood.

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@dickinette-february

Marinette had just put her chocolate chip cookies in the oven when she heard the familiar tapping on her window.

Rushing over to it, Marinette gulped hoping that somehowthis time, maybeJason wasn’t hurt. He was one of her best friends and being Ladybug for a good part of her teenage years, it didn’t take Marinette long to figure out he was Red Hood. His excuses were pathetic so the pieces weren’t difficult to put together.

To be honest, though, she was kind of expecting it. Marinette remembered the first time she met Jason. He was Red Hood.

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Some piece of shit decided that he was going to attack Marinette, so obviously, she had to teach him somemanners.

Marinette ducked as he swing his fist at her, and kicked him hard, right where it hurt.

As he was groaning, clutching his stomach, Marinette kicked him directly on the head, and her assailant was knocked out cold.

“You can come out now,” she called out, already sensing the presence behind her with her mysticalpowers.

Red Hood walked out from the shadows and Marinette cringed at his ridiculousoutfit. A tin can? Seriously?

“Wow,” he said, surprise evident in his tone.

Marinette scowled at him. “What is that even supposed to mean? Have you never seen a woman who can defend herself?”

“No, I mean-” Red Hood fumbled for an answer. After a few seconds, he gave up, sighing heavily and saying, “I meant that I’ve never seen anyonetake out a person so quickly.”

Marinette shrugged, flipping her hair. “I guess I’m just special.”

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Now that Marinette thought about it, that was probably what prompted Jason to try and get to know her.

Once he did, well, after that, it was smooth flying.

The two of them were friends, nothing more. But, their dynamic could also be defined as Jason making sure Marinette ate and drank, while she made sure he didn’t do anything stupid that could get him potentially killed.

It worked.

As Marinette put down her mittens on the table and beganto hurry through the window, a fist punched through the glass and opened the handle.

Red Hood jumped in, with a body in his arms.

“Excuse you?” Marinette asked hotly. “Why would you punch through my window with a bodywith you? Hood, we’ve discussed this-”

The body groaned and Marinette froze.

It took her a few seconds to realize that the person was, in fact, alive.

“Jason?” The man mumbled, trying and failing to get up. “Where are we?”

“Oh my kwami,” Marinette looked at Jason, who was unmasked now. “Jason, is that your brother?”

Said man, who was unmasked now, nodded. “It’s Nightwing and he’s injured. He got shoved through some walls and fell and I didn’t know where else to go-”

Marinette shut him up with quick instructions, already mentally preparing the spells she would need to patch Nightwing up.

“Jason put him on the couch and get the first-aid kit.”

Quickly complying, Marinette hurried over to the man now lying on her couch, wincing as she saw the extent of his wounds.

He had a lot of scratches, two large gashes - one on his stomach and the other on his chest and some broken ribs.

“I’ve got the first-aid kit!” Jason called out, as he entered the room.

He looked a little less worried than before, probably relieved because he got his brother some help.

Marinette pulled out some bandages to put on the relatively small scratches and as she did so, her patient seemed to regain consciousness.

“Jason?” he called out.

Immediately, Jason was at his side. “Hey Dickie, don’t worry, I’ve gotten some help.”

‘Dickie’ attempted to sit up once again and Jason looked like he wanted to help, so Marinette cut in before either of them could make the wounds worse.

“You should stay still,” she advised, still prepping. “Don’t want to make those wounds worse.”

“Who are you?”

In any other situation, Marinette would have been offended, but considering the fact that he was a superhero who had to keep his identity safe, she didn’t bother herself about it.

“I’m Jason’s friend,” she said, looking him over. “And I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.”

“You know,” he said with a hint of humour, and instinct told Marinette he was about to make a dirty joke. “Usually, we do the deed after the dates, not before them.”

Jason groaned, in disgust, most likely, while Marinette rolled her eyes.

But only after a few seconds though; she was caught off guard by how deep it was. Oops?

It suddenly occurred to Marinette that she couldn’t clean the wounds on his face if his mask was still on.

“And you’re also going to have to take your mask off.”

His humorous (read: attractive) laugh cut off abruptly. “Excuse me?”

Marinette sighed, already knowing what this was about. “I have no intention of exploiting your identity, I make a decent amount of money so don’t be worried.”

He looked at Jason who nodded casually.

“She’s safe,” he said, and Marinette smiled slightly. She knew Jason trusted her but a little confirmation was always nice.

Nightwing gave an exasperated sigh, mumbling 'you should have just taken me to the Batcave’ before pulling off his mask.

Well, shit.

Marinette was notexpecting him to, frankly, be so utterly hot.

Jason had told her a little about each of his brothers; Nightwing was the oldest (about her age), single and Jason had made it no secret he was trying to get them together, but what he had convenientlymanaged to leave out was that his oldest brother was ridiculously attractive.

“Er, you okay?” Nightwing asked.

Marinette realized she had been caught staring and quickly put herself to work again.

“Yeah…” she said, scrambling for an excuse. “I just didn’t realize Nightwing was my age.”

Jason shot her an odd look, probably knowing he’d told her everyone’s ages.

It took him a few seconds to realize exactly why and Marinette was sure her flaming cheeks were a dead giveaway.

“So,” Jason said in a tone she didn’t like. “Once you patch him up, Di-”

He caught himself quickly, and Marinette had a feeling he was going to say his brother’s real name.

Clearly, She was right because Nightwing glared at his brother.

“My brother,” Jason corrected hastily, “Will need some clothes. Mari, as resourceful you are I’m sureyou don’t have any clothes in his size so I’ll just have to run back to the Batcave and get it; see ya!”

And just like that, he left.

Marinette glared at the back of his head because he knewshe had clothes in every size for every gender. She was a fashion designer, it was to be expected.

Jason had left them alone because he had suddenlydecided that it was the perfecttime for the two of them to get to know each other.

He texted her as much, and Marinette was sure he was doing it while he was running on roofs.

The little idiot.

Nightwing winced as Marinette dabbed the swab over his face. “Ouch,” he mumbled.

Marinette shot him an apologetic smile as she continued to do so. “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about the pain.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Nightwing’s grunts of pain occasionally breaking it.

Eventually, he was the first one to speak. “Jason’s told us a lot about you. Actually, everything but your name.”

Marinette shot him a smirk. Anything to distract him from the pain he was most definitely feeling. “Is that your way of asking me my name, so you can track me down?”

Nightwing offered her a falsely innocent smile. “Maybe you’re right about the first part. I didn’t even think about the second part, though.”

“Marinette.” She said, after a few seconds of silence.

Shooting her a dazzling smile, Nightwing said, “Well, Marinette, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Richard but you can call me Dick.”

Marinette shot him a smile of her own.

“Well, Dick,” she repeated, “It’s lovely to meet you too. Now, I’m going to need you to take off your suit, so I can take care of the rest of you.”

She punctuated her statement with one last delicate press on his face and looked at him expectantly.

“I still stand by what I said before,” said Dick with a smirk as he pulled off the top part of his suit.

Marinette answered after a few seconds, mesmerized by his sculpted chest.

“I’m sure once you’re patched up, I can whip up some dinner. Will that do?” Marinette asked airily as she cleaned his wounds.

Dick pretended to think about it for a moment before answering. “That depends.”

“On?”

Marinette cringed as Dick choked on air as she cleaned a particularly deep wound.

“On what you make for dinner.”

Marinette shot him a teasing grin. “I assure you, you will like it.”

Dick cocked an eyebrow at her. “And how do you know that?”

“Just a lucky guess,” Marinette hedged as she cleaned his chest. It really wasgodly.

Dick rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you can sit up now.” Marinette held his arms tightly as if she had done it a million times before.

Easing himself up, Dick stared at Marinette suddenly struck by her beauty. Even at this late hour - it was nearing midnight - she looked absolutely breath-taking.

Jason would be happy, he thought with a wry grin. His brother hadn’t been very subtle about meeting his friend, but each time Dick refused with some excuse or the other.

He was regretting doing that now; he would have met Marinette much sooner if he hadn’t made those excuses.

Without even realizing it, the two of them leaned closer and closer until their noses were almost touching.

“Is this okay?” Dick breathed softly.

Marinette nodded, and almost immediately, his lips slanted over hers.

It wasn’t like the usual fireworks that exploded once you kissed someone; it was a kiss that felt like you were returning home, to the place where unconditional love always waited for you.

Dick’s hands wound up on Marinette’s face as hers tangled in his hair, and things were getting heateduntil something - or someone - interrupted them.

“Oh my god, this was not what I was expecting-” Jason stood at the doorway, clothes in hand as he covered his eyes with the other.

Dick scowled at his brother. He had terrible timing. “Well, what wereyou expecting when you left us like that?”

bad decisions | dickinette

Word Count: +2k

summary: marinette knewshe shouldn’t have listened to chloe.

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@dickinette-february

All Marinette wanted was onenight of relaxation. Was that so hard to ask?

Her phone buzzed with a text from Adrien, once againbegging for her forgiveness, apologizing for his actions, promising to make it better.

It was the same story everyday since the day she caught him kissing Lila in Marinette’sapartment.

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Marinette hummed along with the song playing in her earbuds, carefully clutching onto her sketchbook so that it didn’t fly away.

She may be older now, but that didn’t mean her clumsiness wasn’t prone to show up now and then.

The song paused when an incoming call from Chloe flashed across her phone, and Marinette picked up immediately.

“Hey, Chlo!” she said, cheerfully. “What’s up?”

“Mari. Mom says you can go to-”

She cut off abruptly and the distinct sound of phone-wrestling was heard.

“Marinette,” Audrey Bourgeois’ cool, confident voice was heard. “You are going to be going to the USA as an ambassador for our partnership with the Waynes. My assistant will forward the details to you.”

The call was cut, leaving Marinette staring at her screen open-mouthed.

The USA? To form a deal with the Waynes?

Marinette phone, for the second time in the last few minutes, flashed with an incoming call from Chloe.

“Sorry about that Mari,” She sounded out of breath as if she had just yelled at someone.

Marinette laughed nervously. “It’s alright. But…what did Audrey mean about a deal with the Waynes?”

A man bumped into her and Marinette stumbled.

“Watch it,” he hissed and Marinette rolled her eyes, nervousness momentarily forgotten.

She started walking towards her apartment in favour of standing in the middle of the street.

As Chloe explained, Marinette fumbled with her keys, opening the door to her apartment.

The scene she saw made her jaw drop and her keys fall.

Adrien and Lila were tangled up together on the couch, vehemently kissing.

They hadn’t even noticed her coming in.

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Marinette thanked the flight attendant with a polite smile and pulled her suitcase through the airport.

As she emerged through the sliding doors, Gotham looked every bit of the gloomy and dark place it was described to be.

Rain poured down in torrents, sliding over cars.

Marinette, thankfully, got out of the rain unscathed and as she stepped into the limo that Audrey provided her with, Marinette gaped at the luxuriousness of it.

The female Bourgeois’ fortune never failed to shock her.

“To the hotel, ma'am?” asked the American driver, looking at her through the rear-view mirror.

Marinette cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes.”

The car started to move and curiously, Marinette looked outside the window, watching as the buildings flew by.

One, in particular, stood out, looking particularly grand and elegant compared to the other flashy buildings next to it.

On the building, a big ‘W’ was stamped upon it, and Marinette assumed it was the esteemed headquarters of Wayne Enterprises.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the car came to a standstill, in front of a grand building, adorned with bright lights giving it a certain flair.

Marinette stepped out of the limousine already seeing some very harried-looking people hurrying to her.

“Welcome,welcome, Madame Dupain-Cheng,” A moustached man said exuberantly with a prominent french accent.

Marinette assumed he was french so she smiled at him politely and said, “Bonjour, Monsieur.”

Quickly, he took her single bag and directed her to her room, and Marinette had to say Audrey Bourgeois went all out on this one.

The room was luxuriously decorated with chandeliers and sparkling bottles of champagne in ice.

“Please do call if you need anything.”

Marinette nodded, still in shock as she shut the door behind him.

As soon as she did, her phone began to ring and Chloe’s name flashed across the screen.

Marinette sighed as she picked up. “Do you have some superpower?”

“I know I’m special Mari, you don’t need to remind me.” Marinette could practically hear the smugness in her voice.

“Sure, Chloe,” she drawled, walking into her room. “So, what’s up?”

“Two things,” Chloe said, suddenly business-like. “First, Adrien is taken care of. He doesn’t know you’ve gotten a new phone number, so he can’t call you anymore.”

Marinette felt some of the tension in her shoulders flow out of her. “Thanks, Chlo. What would I do without you?”

“Probably shrivel up and die.” Chloe sniffed haughtily but Marinette knew she was touched. “But anyway, two, I’ll be coming to Gotham the day after tomorrow, but you have a meeting with the Waynes tomorrow itself, so you’ll have to meet them on your own.”

Marinette groaned. “Seriously? Can’t you come tomorrow?”

She could hear the smirk in her best friend’s voice as she said, “Nope. You know I can’t. I still have to deal with the fall of the Gabriel Empire. Mom says there’s a lot to be taken care of and I can’t leave before that.”

Only sighing in response, Marinette flopped onto her bed. “I take back what I said before.”

Chloe cackled and Marinette was struck with a sense of dread. This wasn’t going to end well.

“You, Mari,” she said, “Are going to hate me even more after this.”

“Chloe-” Marinette started but said girl interrupted her before she could say anything.

“You,” Chloe paused dramatically. “Are going to be going on a night out. To themost famous club in Gotham.”

Marinette groaned. “Chloe, no.”

“Chloe, yes.” The girl cackled again. “I told you, you were going to hate me after this.”

Marinette sighed, this was a conversation they had somany times before.

It was always the same thing; Chloe thought Marinette should go and find more fish in the sea (especially after Adrien) and Marinette didn’t agree.

She was perfectly fine on her own.

“Marinette,” Chloe said, and this time, said girl knew she meant business. “It’s been agessince you’ve had some fun, especially with the work Mom’s putting you under. Now, you’re not even dating Adrien, so you can hook up with people. C'mon Mari, you’re in your twenties, live a little.”

Marinette sighed, already resigned.

“You’re lucky I brought some dresses with me.”

Marinette was already regretting her decision to listen to Chloe.

The club was loud, ridiculously loud and Marinette was already starting to get a headache from the volume.

She needed a drink.

It was most definitely a bad decision, but Chloe said to let go, and that was exactlywhat Marinette was doing.

Striding to the bartender confidently, Marinette asked for the strongest drink they have.

She settled herself on a barstool, sipping her drink, content with watching the writhing masses of the people.

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing alone?” A sleazy voice crooned.

Marinette cringed.

She turned around, only to see a mucholder man, smirking at her, clearly leering at her body.

“None of your business,” Marinette said shortly and turned her back to him.

“Aw, don’t be like that, love.”

Shuddering in disgust as she felt his hand on her arm, Marinette stood up.

And promptly stumbled over her feet.

So maybe she had had too much to drink.

“Get away from me,” she yelled over the loud music.

The man ignored her protest as he tightened his grip on her arm.

Marinette was getting ready to kick him right where it hurt when the man’s hand was ripped off her.

“I think,” a voice said casually, “She said to get away from her. I suggest you do that before things get messy.”

Marinette turned around to see a veryhandsome dark-haired man defending her honour.

She would be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t attracted to him.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when her assailant stepped forward and tilted his head in a way Marinette assumed he thought was intimidating.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t in the slightest.

Her 'knight in shining armour’ smirked. “Are we seriously going to do this?”

Marinette snorted. “Clearly.”

Shooting her a look that screamed danger, Marinette’s assailant stepped forward with his fist cocked.

Any bystander would have assumed that it was for the man standing next to Marinette.

Instead, his fist came flying to her and Marinette’s Ladybug instincts kicked in.

She ducked and shoved him back as hard as she could.

Marinette may or may not have underestimated how much strength she had.

He went flying and slammed into one of the chairs behind him.

“Oh my god,” the man whose name she stilldidn’t know, gaped.

Marinette stifled her laugh as all the people near them turned and gaped at him, assuming it was himwho caused the commotion.

“What the hell is going on here?’ A burly bouncer stood in front of them, arms crossed.

Marinette blinked her eyes open slowly as they adjusted to the light.

Where was she?

Light was streaming through the large windows of whatever room she was in and the sheets under her were as soft as silk.

Marinette tried to remember how exactly she ended up here.

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As Marinette’s assailant was being kicked out of the club, her knight turned to her.

"So,” he said charmingly and Marinette cursed herself as her heartbeat sped up. “I wasn’t expecting that, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. Maybe it’ll teach him something about consent.”

Marinette shrugged lightly. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It was one,” he responded humorously.

Marinette decided it was time she got his name.

“So,” she started casually. “Who ismy knight in shining armour? I think I deserve to know.”

He bowed. “Dick.”

Marinette reared back. “What?Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“No, no, no,” he said frantically. “My actual name is Richard, but you can callme Dick.”

“Oh.” Marinette felt her cheeks warming up but hopefully, Dick wouldn’t notice. “Well, my name is Marinette.”

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After that, things got fuzzy and Marinette vaguely remembered dancing with him.

And then kissing him.

And then coming home with him.

Marinette sat up suddenly, muttering, “This was a terrible decision, I should never have done this, I’m such an idiot-”

She fell silent as the sheets rustled beside her.

Turning around, she saw the man of the night himself stretched out all over the bed, smirking at her. “I didn’t think I was thatbad.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him. “Cocky much?”

“Well,” he leaned forward, and Marinette willed herself to not look down. “I dohave some good comments and, if I do say so myself-”

He was cut off abruptly with Marinette throwing a pillow at him. “Ever heard of too much information?”

Dick held up his hands in apology. “But seriously, was it good?”

Marinette’s cheeks stained a light pink as she muttered, “Yes.”

He smirked.

“But,” Marinette said, to stop his ego from inflating. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

Obviously, her statement didn’t do anything.

Marinette stood up, picking up her clothes. “Is there anywhere I can change?”

“Already leaving?” Dick pouted and it was adorable.

Marinette had to fight the urge to not melt then and there. “Well, I do have places to be and things to do. So, yes.”

His face fell exaggeratedly and Marinette almostfelt bad.

Almost.

While he was getting out of bed, she fought to keep her gaze on his face only.

It took her a few seconds to realize he was pointing at something.

Feeling her cheeks turn scarlet, Marinette said, “Thanks!” and raced off to the safety of the bathroom.

Dick was left behind, and Marinette could practically hearhis smirk.

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“Youwhat?” Chloe screeched. “Oh my god Mari, I’m so proudof you!”

Marinette paused. “That was not the answer I was expecting.”

“I can’t believe yougot laid, that’s amazing-” Chloe sounded like she was about to ramble on and on, so Marinette cut her off.

“I know, and you can rant about it later, but right now, I need your help in getting ready for the Wayne meeting.”

Chloe grumbled but she complied anyway.

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Marinette straightened her back as the receptionist let her into the meeting room.

As she entered, Marinette subtly gaped at the luxuriousness of the room. It was beautiful but there were some improvements required.

Her internal rambling was cut off with a veryfamiliar laugh; one she had heard multiple times in the last night.

Turning around, Marinette felt her jaw drop.

“Dick?”

Sheknewsleeping with him was a terrible decision.