We have a Discord now and some wonderful people are helping setting things up but we still need a lot of help with the musical itself.
So if you want to help then you can fill in the forms below!
Things to keep in mind:
All help is appreciated, even if you don’t think you could help with something specifically like drawing or writing you can still sign up to help in general
You can sign up for multiple roles, but depending on how many people we have for each role, we may have to ask you to just work on one thing
We ask that you upload some of your work if you sign up for any role (other than helper) if you pick several roles then please upload something for each
Finally, this is a big project so just know that it’s going to be a lot of work and you are going to have to work with other people.
I couldn’t sleep because of this idea. It’s totally crazy and maybe a bit unlikely but I believe in this community and we could totally make it happen. Also thank you @blondie-4404and@moonlitceleste for helping me brainstorm and encouraging me to actually post the idea.
The idea is to make a musical based on the original field trip AU (by @ozmav). It would animated with both songs and dialogue.
For this we would need a team of writers, artists, musicians, voice actors, and more. But first we need to know if anyone is interested so please comment and/or reblog if this is something that you would like to see happen or if you would like to help.
We are a small fandom but there are so many talented people here so I think that if we all helped we could actually pull this off.
I remember reading this fic in AO3. I’m not sure if it was a Daminette or if it was Bio Dad Bruce or Marinette getting adopted by the Wayne Family. I just remember that the BatFam knows about Mari being the Guardian and then they end up talking about the Lazarus Pit and the effects it left on Jason and Damian. Mari offered to heal them but she’ll have to make positions and the healing needs to be private for each person. Mari first heals Jason and she uses the mouse miraculous to use multiple miraculous and one of them was the Cat. She uses it to cataclysm Jason on the chest and his last thought went smth along the line of ‘Why?’. After that, I think she revives Jason? I don’t remember much about how she brought them back. I do know that she uses her blood for the potion because it needed the blood of someone who is intimate with death or maybe the word was someone who understood death very well. Ofc BatFam doesn’t know this until she heals Jason and starts healing Damian. With Damian, it went a little differently. She kills him and pulls/takes the Chaos Shard from his chest and makes a clone of hers jump into space so that the chaos shard can explode in a safe area, which ends up killing clone her. BatFam finds out what she had to do after that and were devestated.
And that’s pretty much all that I remember of that Fic. Put a link in the comments below if you know what fic it is. Or at least the title and author of it. Thank You very much.
“Mr. Way-” someone began, but he silenced them by putting his hand up.
“I would like an explanation as to why you all have decided to accuse my wife of having an affair and accosting us, as we were headed out for lunch. Everyone will stay silent unless I call on you. Understood?” he demanded. The reporters nodded.
With a sigh, he pointed to the gentleman in a teal button up shirt.
“There is an article circulating online, saying that Marinette is carrying the Agreste heir.” the reporter stated.
“A-Are you sure darling? The boys tend to be a bit, on the destructive side. They might actually destroy half the mansion in less then five minutes, trust me, I’ve seen and been there first hand.” Marinette placed her hands on her hips and gave a confident smile.
“I‘ve babysat before, and trust me, I KNOW how bad they can get, but with enough experience under my belt, I assure you that I can handle it, though if I’m going to do this, I’m going to need to know who I’m to babysit and what do they like?” And with a simple nod, Selina told Alfred the plan. The butler reluctantly agreed.
Marinette had been startled to find out that her school and a school in America were collaborating to do a pen pal assignment. To be fair, the assignment was suppose to help the students with the grammar of the language they were learning. Marinette pulled a random name out of the box. She hoped Damian wrote good French and that she could write well enough English.
Damian Wayne really needs to get his brothers good Christmas presents or else he may be sent off to the Teen Titans because apparently his people skills “leave much to be desired”. Succeeding where his brothers failed, he manages to find out the true identity of their favorite French fashion designer, MDC. Getting her to make their gifts would certainly cement his ability to say. The only problem? Those nonexistent people skills might prove detrimental as his email makes himself an enemy that’s quite near her breaking point.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng has had a hard two years to put it lightly. There are no more good days for her, just ones that aren’t as bad. The email threatening to expose her, potentially making her already awful situation even more unbearable, comes on one of the worst. Could her reply be the first hint in years of the fire that has been nearly snuffed by her classmates? They both might be surprised to find how much life can change with some well constructed sentences and a couple terribly made aliases.
Marinette wanted to believe that today was going to be a good day.
Tumblr Prompt: K k so prompt mari is already in a relationship with Damian shes happy hes happy its adorable but dun dun dun Adrien finds out she’s ladybug and tries to win her over it doesn’t work but most of the class are rooting for him. Chloe is not she thinks he should respect that Marinette is happy with someone else and move on
When Kitty Noire makes an appearance in Gotham, she finds herself drawn to a certain little bird whose brothers are far too entertained by this turn of events
I actually just red this recently but I wasn’t able to finish it cause of wifi problems and I couldn’t find it again. This is a tumblr fic btw. Marinette is actually an Al Ghul and she ran away around 5 and some years ago because smth bad was gonna happen to her. Talia didn’t know why and thought it might’ve been because she was a girl and thought her father as a hypocrite. After her father died she started searching for her with the League (cause they weren’t hypocrites) and found her in Paris, she was gonna give Mari a chance to be a heiress or not and if she didn’t want to then she was fine to stay in Paris. She entered Paris with the League and noticed the Miraculi magic, she and the others didn’t mind because all they were here for was her daughter not knowing they were gonna come across a war. They came across the Miraculous Team fighting Hawkmoth, throwing his staff at Ladybug, that was turned into a sword.
That’s pretty much where I ended before I accidentally lost it. Pls help me, the fic was interesting as far as I red and I want to finish it.
Marinette and Adrien need someone to love them. Jason needs someone to love. Fate decides that her favourite people should be happy and makes it happen. Bruce is just happy that he was wrong about his sons death.
When Marinette goes radio silent for a month Damian gets nervous. He goes to Paris to find her but so much has changed including her appearance. All he wants is to help her, and he would do anything for his Angel including keeping her a secret from the Wayne’s.
Jason only wanted to win the bet against Dick and find the best bakery in Paris during their stay in the French capital. He didn’t mean to gain a new sister, he swears.
There are Bio Dad! Stephen Strange, Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne, Bio! Dad John Constantine, Adopted by the Kents, Bio Dad & Mom! Joker and Harley, and many more.
Since Mari kidnapping, Alix has been non-stop looking for loop holes in the time vortex but always comes up short. The genius redheaded bunny just was running off fumes at this point. Two months has passed before she decided to give up on searching. Wayzz has mentioned to her that Mari was still alive, so not to fall low to the ground.
Another couple of months have passed and Alix has been focused on mediation with Fluff under Wayzz guidance. Each meditation would feel like a dream. She would find Marinette across from her on the clouded looking sky like ground smiling at her. Her features sometimes looked worn and tired when they meet. Other times she was healthy and talking about what is happening to her. After two weeks of this, Alix have realized that this was her loop hole. She found a way to communicate to Marinette and find her.
Nights with Mari had suddenly ended with no warning. Alix had entered her meditation state with Fluff but Mari was no where in sight. She knew something was wrong. The redhead woke from her session and quickly went to her desk where she hid her journals. She has been writing all of her times with Mari in the notebook thus she had begun her research on the Order of Assassins.
It’s been a year and two months and Alix has been in inner turmoil. Adrian has been visiting Alix from monthly to see how his friend has been doing. Most time he will find her at work non-stop, other times she would be hold up at home going through books after books. It was as if her world came to a stop after the incident. One can tell she has been forcing herself to not do the unthinkable with each passing week, months even.
Adrian has just arrived at her door when he heard shattering glass from inside. Quickly he used his key and forced his way inside, finding a disheveled redheaded woman standing at one end of the room and glass on the floor by her feet. She stood with some of the silk robe laying barely on her shoulder, exposing her bones more than skin. Her hair wrapped in a messy knotted bun, and looking like she hasn’t slept in days. The world news was on, talking about an assassination on some of the powerful people around the world, and an attempt in New Jersey.
“Alix? What is it?” Adrian grabs a towel from the kitchen, kneels down in front of her, and began to clean up the glass. He checked her feet for any bleeding then stood to look at the woman.
“They took Mari, a year ago. They took her Adrian.” Alix moves to the miraculous box, rubbing it as if she was deciding to do something she shouldn’t. Adrian looks confused. His lady was missing and his friend is tormented. All he knew was what the police had reported when they decided to stop the investigation. Marinette has chosen to run away and leave everyone behind. At first like Alix, he didn’t believe that Marinette would do that. She had her girlfriend, her job, the life she wanted. Why would she do all this just to leave? Alix had mentioned to him that she used the rabbit miraculous to find Mari, only to return torn up more. Adrian didn’t know what she has seen, but it obviously wasn’t good.
“Wait, who took her?” He asked.
“Those people, the ones that Mari told me about. I saw it when they had taken her.” Alix admitted. “I’ve been keeping tabs on them. I couldn’t locate Mari in the time vortex. There were just too many variables to know which was the real one. So I decided to keep track on the ones who had kidnapped her.” She continued.
“Alix! That’s dangerous. Marinette would not have approved of it.” Adrian said disappointed yet approving at the same time. “Okay, so who are they?”
“From what I have learned.” She waved her hand over the year worth of research she had fanned out in her living room. “They are a powerful group. One that it seems to be years old. There isnt much to go by thanks to the history of them has been hidden. The Kawamiis couldn’t help either.” Alix sat down and sighed helplessly. Adrian sits next to her, taking her hand in his and rubs it gently.
“Hey, Marinette is the toughest person we know. If anything happened to her we would know about it. Don’t give up.” He said. Tikki flew over with Fluff hugging the holder with their little bodies.
“Remember, we will know if something happens to our Great Guardian.” Wayzz says, appearing in front of them both. Even though this was said to her before, Alix still hasn’t stopped worrying. Marinette, please come home soon. I need you. Alix thought to herself as she curled up into Adrian’s arms crying for her lost girlfriend. He has decided to try to help, knowing she will need all the help she can get until their Mari returns. Maybe even after. Then something dawned on him.
Note: This is outrageous I am sorry for the long wait.
I wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible, but Richard doesn’t get out of school until three thirty. I walked back and forth in my office at home, as the video of the attempted robbery played in the background. I couldn’t believe Marinette flipped a man over her shoulder.
Marinette is truly someone special. I sat down at my desk and close out the video. If I didn’t know any better I’d assume she was that Ladybug hero. I want to apologize to her for real this time. But how can I? Maybe I’ll buy her flowers. Yeah I’ll do that with a card that says, “I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you should put more than an ‘I’m sorry.’ Master Bruce.” Alfred walks into the office carrying a tray of food. “Flowers are a good start to a woman of good taste. Which flowers were you thinking?” He placed a plate down on my desk with a glass of wine.
“She liked the flowers in our garden. Specifically the roses in the center. She said they had a different scent than most roses. What’s for lunch?” I asked moving some papers around.
“Your lunch Master Bruce. Smoked Salmon with seasons potatoes and carrots, and a glass of red wine. That’s a good choice. Why don’t you just take them from the garden.”
“Thank you Alfred, I just might.” I picked up the fork and knife and eat.
“Master Bruce, if I can advise. Marinette is not your average 'Desirable’ woman.” Alfred says disappearing around the doorway. I thought over what Alfred said as I eat.
Alfred and I made it to the academy to pick up Richard. I held onto the bouquet of flowers when I watch Richard walk up to the car. I quickly placed the flowers down beside me on the seat.
“Alfred, you can’t believe what happened at school today. My French teacher-” Richard stared at me only blinking three times registering that I was in the vehicle too.
“What happened in class?” I asked resting my hands on my left knee. He rubs the back of his neck thinking of what to say. His eyes looked around the car landing just beside my leg.
“Bruce, are those flowers? Those wouldn’t be for a certain beautiful blind lady would they?” Richard wiggles his eye brows at me with the biggest grin he could possess.
“As a matter of fact, they are.” I feel a smile cross my lips and quickly cover it with my hand and cough just a little. Richard continued to grin untill when we arrived at the Sleeping Bug-Mice. There was a line about a block long when we arrived. I look down at my watch seeing that it was only three o'clock. It didn’t seem like Marinette would have time right now to even say a quick “hello.” I decided to have Alfred take us to the company to check on the business.
Richard finished up his home work in my office. I looked up to notice Alfred looking at his watch and pushed it back under the sleeve.
“Is something the matter Alfred?” I asked drawing Richard’s attention.
“No sir. Just thinking about what I am preparing for dinner tonight.” Dinner? I look down at my own watch and noticed it was thirty minutes to seven. I sat there thinking for a good moment then locked my computer down.
“Marinette’s store was really busy today. She probably didn’t have anything to eat yet.” I started.
“Let’s bring her dinner?!” Richard excitedly finished. I smiled getting out of my chair and walked over to him. Alfred had a smirk on his face, clearly amused.
“I agree. What should we pick up?” Richard stood up and we walked to the elevator as we decided on where to go.
We settled with the famous Italian place, ordered all of our favorites, then some Tortellini, salad, and their famous bread sticks. Alfred pulled up to the bakery, finding it had only Marinette, a couple customers, and her two new employees. Richard and I exit the car holding the to go bags of food waiting for Alfred to join us. Be held out the bouquet of flowers to me. I had to maneuver the bag around in my arms then take the flowers.
“I will be at the Manor for some me time, young masters. Call me when you need me.” He quickly just got into the car and drove off not waiting for a response from us. I blinked in the direction he drove off in, wondering what just happened. Richard walked in first with his half of take out.
“Pas de souci. Nous sommes arrivés vers deux heures trente mais votre employé a dit que vous preniez un repos bien nécessaire, alors nous avons décidé de revenir plus près de la fermeture. J'espère que ça va?” Richard smiled as he spoke. I walked in with the other half of the food and quietly placed it on an empty table. I listened carefully to their conversation. A young man peered his head around the corner of the kitchen. He looked oddly familiar but I couldn’t quite put my hand on who.
“It isn’t a problem at all. Wait, We? Is Monsieur Pennyworth with you?” Marinette asked, looking around Richard to as if to see if Alfred is indeed here.
“No, he is at home taking some "him time” so he put it. How are you Marinette?“ I said, coming across sincere and hurt for a minute. Its as if she didn’t want to see me anymore. Or it could have just been that Alfred had always dropped the boy off.
"Y-you’re fine. I mean I’m f-fine! Ouch.” She said in a hurry. “Go ahead and have a seat in the empty table, I’ll bring over your drinks and pastries before we get started then?” She mumbles. She seemed to have hurt herself some how. Her words had slurred here and there. Richard chuckled before he took a seat at the table with our food on it.
I watched Marinette walk into the kitchen for what seemed like a couple minutes the walk back out. She poured us two cups of coffee and heated up a couple of the muffins and cream filled croissants delivering them to our table. I waited a couple minutes watching her closely. It is remarkable how she is able to be so successful in this world just by only being blind. It is as if she is magic. She stood there with her hair tied over her left shoulder held only by a red ribbon. She didn’t smile but that could be because I am here.
“Alright, so did you bring your homework?” She asked as she pulled out the seat in front of her.
“We actually brought you dinner.” I began.
“Incase you were hungry. You’re shop seemed very busy today. We brought Italian.” Richard finished. He moved the muffins and croissants into the middle and unwrapped our take out on the small table for the three of us.
“Oh, Mercí. But I couldn’t. I still have to clean up and still have some customers in here.” She said, with a small bite to her lower lip. She seemed a little nervous for some reason. Was it me?
“You go ahead and eat Miss. Evelyn and I will do the clean up. You need to eat.” The same young man from before stepped out from around the kitchen with a small little girl, who stoodnthere nodding. Marinette is about to protest when her stomach gave a loud growl. With a defeated sigh and agreed and sat down with us.
I feel like it’s only been a few days since the last time I talked here but I’ve actually been MIA for months.
Like always I hyperfocused on something else and now I’m hyperfocused on Maribat again.
Hopefully, it means I’ll start writing again, because it’s been months since I wrote anything too.
Still got that Jasonette three shot to write, but I have another Daminette idea that won’t leave my mind but… apart from an overall, I don’t have a plot…
Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.
On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.
To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.
During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.
Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.
It was hard at first.
She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.
Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.
That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.
After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.
Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.
The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.
One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.
Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.
Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.
Nothing could ruin these kids.
Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.
It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.
Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.
It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.
Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.
Kim had brought marshmallows that day.
When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.
That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.
It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.
Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.
It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.
Years passed since that day.
Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.
Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.
Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.
At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.
The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.
When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.
Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.
The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.
She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.
Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.
Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.
On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.
Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.
Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.
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All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something–someone much more pleasing.
Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.
“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.
Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.
Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.
Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.
This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”
They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.
They decided to meet that night after hours.
Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.
The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).
Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?
Bearbe@Bearbe Replying to @crazyforbats THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING
Krazie Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.
Vera Pitts @vera_pitts [A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.] I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*
By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.
At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.
Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.
Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian’s hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.
The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn’t not happening in their city for once.
Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.
Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.
Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.
Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.
Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.
The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.
It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.
Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.
After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.
While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.
She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.
Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.
It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.
After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.
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“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.
“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.
“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”
Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”
“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.
They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.
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.
When Damian entered the halls of Gotham Academy, the first thing he notices was the change in the dark atmosphere. It felt oddly kinder and more lighthearted. Everywhere he turns, there are whispers focus around the new girl. At first, he didn’t care about the gossip, well, that was until he met her.
It was an unusual encounter, something that he would look down on.
It was the passing period, and she was running down the halls in a hurry as he was walking to his next class, one that he didn’t particularly care for; they bump into each other, causing a standstill in the halls. Everyone wondered how the dark prince would react to their newly dubbed princess of sunshine. They expected a yelling match, which, of course, occurred, but what they didn’t expect was an eventual best of the worst of alliance ever made.
Several months passed since the two had met and several weeks since the blooming of Damian and Marinette’s friendship, and not a single student could say that there weren’t surprised.
The moment Marinette had broken down any (and all) walls that the boy had placed, she was able to make the stoic teen become his age. It started small with a joke here and there; then it progressed into card games followed by video games. To this day, Damian swears that he’ll beat her at a shooting game at one point, to which Marinette would respond with a laugh and an over-the-shoulder wink. The young Wayne swears that he has never blush a day in his life, but the photographic proof on Marinette’s phone says otherwise.
The school soon became accustomed to being Daminette’s playground. At first, the teachers were opposed to the idea, but after seeing how slightly more open Damian has become, they slowly agreed to the concept of allowing the duo to have less strict rules. That and they didn’t want to be sued by the Wayne family.
Which now brings us to this moment: Marinette swings on a swing set while Damian practices his form with a katana; don’t ask how he managed to get it past security– cause there is no answer.
“You know, maybe we should do something wild?” Marinette thinks aloud, looking up to the sky with a mischief smirk on her lips.
Damian doesn’t turn to her; he only sets the blade down to his side. “What mayhem do you have in mind?”
Marinette giggles uncontrollably.
Let’s assume that whatever Marinette had in mind would rule the yearbooks for years to come.
~☾★☽~
Since his partnership with Marinette, Damian has been hiding his characteristic change at home. Surprisingly, it was simple. A few death threats here and there, maybe sneaking out moments every so often. No one at the Wayne cared enough to pay any attention to it. It only then became a shock when Damian left for school along the lines of being late. Alfred had offered to take him to school to which Damian declined and got onto his “normal” motorcycle and speeds off.
“Does anyone else seem to think that Damian is acting strange?” Dick asks, pipping his head down from the ceiling. He’s on the chandelier again. Poor Alfred, maybe Dick should dust the chandelier for him as an apology.
Tim walks in with a large, filled to the brim, coffee mug in hand, “Which one?” He absently wonders, taking a long sip. The dark circles and bags around his eyes explain it all.
“I do concur with Master Richard; the young master has been acting somewhat strange for quite some time now.” Alfred appears out of nowhere, thus starting an array of concerns.
It wasn’t long before Jason came in shouting demands with the head of the household trailing behind him. Alfred reprimands Jason for the yelling as he hands Bruce a cup of coffee.
Not caring enough about the conversation and looking like a madman, Jason shouts, “Look, I can’t explain it, but we’re going to need Demon Spawn for something huge.”
“Uh, why would we need Baby Bird?” Dick asks, dropping onto the floor and twisting his body. “Not that I don’t mind getting Damian involved.”
“Look, there’s no time to explain,” Jason facepalms and begins to push everyone towards the door despite the lack of proper wear they have on.
After several protests and one change of clothes, the Wayne household now stands in front of the gates of Gotham Academy.
“Is it me, or does this place look less you know Gotham-y and full of life?” Tim ponders, narrowing his eyes, as he takes a long sip from a to-go coffee cup with Red Robin’s emblem.
“No, no, Timmy, I see it too.” Dick whispers as Jason struts past the gates and onto the school’s property like a man on a mission.
Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Come on, let’s go get your brother so Jason can stop being Jason.”
Tim shrugs before passing the gates himself, with Dick following him.
Upon entering the school, they could immediately see that it was either a passing period or free time from the number of students in the halls. Some student dared to pull out their phones while other whispers amongst themselves.
Bruce makes his way to the attendance office, where the attendance assistant, Joyce, resides sitting at the desk.
“Hello Joyce, I’m here to pick up Damian. He has a, uh, dentist appointment this evening.” Bruce speaks, hoping that she wouldn’t catch the lie.
“Well Mr. Wayne, Damian is, uh…” After lingering in her thoughts, Joyce turns to someone besides her. “Do you know where Damian Wayne would be at today?”
“Try the art room.” A feminine voice answers, followed by a series of typing noises.
Joyce turns back to the Wayne family and smiles, “He should be in the art room; it’s down the hall to your right, you should not miss it, as it’s in the only hallway that has a series of artwork posted on the walls. Before you go, please sign here.“
Joyce hands Bruce a sign-out sheet, to which the man signs and ushers his wards to search for his youngest.
“They’re so screwed.” The same feminine voice speaks, causing Joyce to break out laughing.
It took a total of four different locations for the men to find the youngest Wayne.
First, they went to the art room like Joyce’s co-worker told them to do.
When they got there, Damian wasn’t there, but the teacher did show Bruce a couple of Damian’s artworks. Bruce couldn’t help but feel proud.
While looking around the room, one of the art students told them they last saw Damian playing Pokémon Go near the gym; he was trying to catch a legendary Pokémon that spawned there.
So, of course, after an awkward eye contact with one another, they walk to the gym. Once again, Damian wasn’t there but a different student in his stead. He tells them that Damian was making ice sculptures out of ice cream at the cafeteria. The student then goes on to explain that Damian had some wicked skills with a knife.
Jason, with wide eyes, practically shouted at the student that he was crazy and that Damian would never, and he means NEVER would do something that stupid. The student shrugs it off like it was an everyday occurrence. It was Dick that had to hold Jason back from thrashing the teen. Bruce then apologizes to the instructor for their disturbance, as Tim walks casually behind Dick carrying Jason.
By the time they got to the cafeteria, it was damn near empty aside from a few students still eating. There were no signs of ice cream or the tools that would go into making an ice sculpture. Tim had to ask a few students to see if Damian was in here at some point in time. One of the workers overheard the question and answered him. Evidently, Damian was there earlier making sculptures out of ice cream before handing it out to students.
When they asked the question that has been slowly driving the four insane, the worker replies with: “Upstairs racing on these old colorful scooter board down the halls.”
After three locations and no Damian, Tim wanted nothing more but to have a mental breakdown, and he would have if it wasn’t for Bruce holding him up and taking his coffee away.
So, they quickly found themselves on the second level of the school. There was no sight of Damian Wayne, though there were wheel tracks smudged into the flooring.
“Are you kidding me?” Jason shouts out into the ceiling. Thankfully, there were no students in the halls to hear it. Well, that might have been the case if it wasn’t for a teacher to open their door and shh the male. It took every bone in Jason’s body not to show the teacher his middle finger.
After a beat of silence and walking down the hall, they overhear a familiar voice.
“Angel, you are desperately in the wrong here. The bear only wears one color, so it has to the color red.” Jason stops dead in his tracks and turns to railings.
The voice was too good to be true.
Looking over the staircase, they find an alcove, and sitting in it is none other than Damian Wayne himself, but he’s not alone.
“I’m telling you, Wayne. Pooh’s favorite color is yellow.” The female answers before taping her fingers as she makes her points, “He loves honey, which is by default a yellow color. He’s never seen with a yellow background, and if yellow didn’t clash with his fur, he would definitely be wearing it.”
“I disagree. Winnie the Pooh has been drawn on numerous of occasions with red items, not yellow. Case in point, the red balloon, his shirt.“ He counters. The conversation continues with banters and statements; whether it was true or false is up to debate.
This was not happening.
Tim.exe has stopped working.
Jason.exe has stopped working.
Jaws dropped, a low groaning sound.
They cannot be witnessing this. The most deadliest of the Wayne’s is currently arguing about Winnie, the motherfucking, Pooh’s favorite color.
Bruce has no words. He’s practically in the same stance as his middle children. Dick, on the other hand, pulls out his phone and begins to record what remains of the conversation.
No one dares to move or utter out words. This version of Damian is the apocalypse. Nothing in the world is okay.
Slowly, the four Waynes exit the school; no one saw them leave.
Legend has it that Damian never went home that day despite being excused from his classes. When he had returned home, his family didn’t utter a word to him. He was meet with either a profusely blinking, unwanted hug or laughter, as they were still in shock at what they just encountered. It wasn’t until a couple of months later that all hell breaks loose. Damian had introduced the family to Marinette.
Marinette had been in the Bahamas enjoying her vacation when she received the phone call. It was Bruce. Upon hearing her son’s, in everything but blood, voice, she had sat up on her lounge chair and swing her legs to the side.
Bruce couldn’t speak coherently. That’s how much he had worried her. It’s not often that she would get a call from a panicking Bruce, especially on her vacation.
“Brucie, honey, calm down and speak clearly.” Her voice was sweet enough to calm her son down. “Is Alfred nearby you?” She asks, knowing that her son’s surrogate father would be close. Then again, Alfred was scheduled for his vacation soon.
“No, he’s tending the reason why I’m calling you. I may or may not have taken in a ward.” Bruce tells her, sounding off.
The words slowly register in her mind.
“I have a grandchild.” She squeals, so glad that she was sitting down instead of standing up. It’s already embarrassing that her squeal reached the others at the beach. Had she been standing, she would be dancing along with the squeal had she been standing up. “Oh Bruce, tell me about them? How are they adjusting?”
“That’s the problem, mom! I have no clue what to do. Can you come home? I rather explain all this to you in person rather than on the phone.” She can sense the longing and desperation in his voice. It warms her heart that he still needs her.
“Of course, I’ll be on the next flight out of here. Is there anything else that you want to talk about?”
Bruce murmurs a yes. And they go into a discussion more about business rather than the newest Wayne addition.
As Marinette books a plane ticket for the last flight of the night, she couldn’t help but think about her son’s ward. Never have Bruce expressed any thought about having children due to him being Batman. Though, she herself has thought about taking in another child. However, Marinette’s ability to have her body age slowly has been a blessing and a curse and keeps her from going through with it. It’s a blessing because she has a chance to look younger and experience more but it’s a curse as it means that she’ll live longer and see the people she cares about dying before her.
Nearly six hours after booking her flight, she is on a three-hour flight to New Jersey. Her vacation ended the second her butt touched the seat of the plane. It was a lovely time off from everything in Gotham, her ever-growing business dubbed Miracles Designs & Crafts, and her duties as the guardian of the Miraculous, but family always comes first.
“Alfred! It’s so good to see you again.” Marinette wraps her arms around the man. He returns the hug.
“I as well, Miss Marinette.” He responds once the embrace ends, taking her bags and loading them into the car. Marinette pouts; she could have done it herself, but she doesn’t say a word.
The drive was sweet as the two begins to catch up. Alfred enjoyed hearing about her adventures outside of the United States. Though, he fears what Bruce will say about her travel to Tibet.
“So, tell me Alfred, what are your thoughts on our son’s ward?” She inquires, looking out the window. The sky never changes in Gotham, but it certainly is a vast difference from the sunshine and clear skies that she was experiencing in the Bahamas.
“He’s determined.” Alfred states with a glance at her in the rear window. Marinette nods and continues to look out the window.
Meeting her grandchild could have gone many ways, but him winging on the chandelier was not something she was expecting. He seemed to be mourning, like him swinging on the chandelier was holding him together.
Bruce sends the boy a quick word then escorts her to the living room. The second the door closes, Bruce breaks down what happened. The boy’s name is Richard Grayson, but he likes to go by Dick. Of course, Marinette gasps upon hearing that, as she has never been around a person who calls themselves Dick. And that he was a part of the circus with his family until their demise. Dick has no family outside of the circus. There was also a chance that he’ll be the target for a mob boss.
After hearing the basics of Dick’s situation, all she wanted to do was hug the boy and give him lots of love. The same as she has done for Bruce.
“When can I officially meet my grandson?” She questions with a smile on his face. Bruce rubs the back of his neck and sends her a sheepish smile. Wrapping his arms around his surrogate mother, he guides her towards the double doors.
“Hi, I’m Marinette, but you can call me Mamie, if you want.”
Dick looks up at her, swaying in place, “Mamie?”
Marinette chuckles. “It’s one of the French versions of saying grandma.”
“Cool, but you don’t look like you’re old enough to be a grandma.” Behind them, Bruce fails at holding in a chuckle. Marinette purses her lip and keeps her eyes on Dick, even though she wanted to send her son a glare.
“Yeah, I do, but don’t be fooled. I practically raised Bruce since he was eight. Now, what do you like to do for fun?” She nudges him to talk about himself, hoping that it will help from sending him down a mourning spiral.
Bruce disappears after that, hunting down the person that sabotaged the tightrope and giving Dick his closure.
Once Dick is asleep, Marinette finds herself in the cave, watching her son’s nonstop researching process.
“You know spending time with Dick would really make him feel welcome.” Marinette pulls up a seat and sits beside him.
“I can’t. Zucco is out there, and if I can’t find him before he leaves Gotham…” Bruce trails off, turning his attention back to the screen.
Marinette shakes her head, “At least try and get to know Dick before you do something stupid. There’s only so much that I can do, but I wasn’t the one that took him in, Bruce.” Marinette turns to Alfred and gestures her head towards Bruce.
“I saw that, mom.” Marinette scoffs then gets out of her seat. “I promise that I’ll hang out with Dick before all this is over.”
“And somehow, that doesn’t make me feel that much better. He’s your problem now, Alfie.” Marinette takes her to leave, grabbing a cup of tea from Alfred before leaving the Batcave.
“Joy.” Alfred sighs, but there was an underlying hint of love there.
Life with Dick in the household was an interesting transition, especially for Marinette. Usually, when she’s here, it’s silent, as Bruce is either working as Batman or being for Wayne Enterprise. The only sounds were her and Alfred talking during their afternoon tea sessions. With Dick, the manor is full of laughter and ambitious feet, running around; practically, Mimicking the sounds of the past.
With Marinette in the house, Dick didn’t feel so alone. Even though he didn’t have it in him to call Bruce dad yet, he’d definitely called Marinette Mamie on more than one occasion. When it first happened, she cried. Poor Dick, he thought she was upset or something. That day, she took them out for ice cream and to the gymnasium.
Marinette did not hide her disdain when Dick became Robin. There were a lot of baked goods in the kitchen from her stress baking. It got so bad that Alfred had to ban her from the kitchen.
Of course, once she did become comfortable with the idea of Dick out crime-fighting, she places strict rules in place so that Dick wasn’t out late at night on a school day or dealing with highly classed villains. Marinette had her fair share of fighting crime as a child, and she did not want to place that down on Dick.
On top of that, she refused to have Dick going out at night in underwear in the name of pants. That was a big no-no in this household.
Bonus:
“Mamie Mars, has there ever been a time you benched Bruce?” Dick asks one day while Marinette was helping him with his homework.
Marinette thinks for a moment. “Yes, it was within his first year of being Batman, actually. He challenged me and you know how I am when challenge, Dickie. Gotham was without their hero, excuse me, vigilante for about a month. Ladybird sure had a fun time in his stead.” She chuckles at the memory, causing Dick’s eyes to widen. He quickly finishes the rest of his homework.
She hated it here: it’s always dark and depressing when it comes to living in Gotham.
When she first moved to Gotham just months after defeating Hawkmoth, it was beautiful, a breath of fresh air. And now, nearly four years later, it’s lonely, in need of some happiness.
It’s late at night, getting closer to midnight, even though it’s a couple of hours away. And she’s been in and out of meetings all day.
Reaching the doors to leave the building, she stops dead in her tracks.
It’s raining. The murky skies clouded by grayness.
Sighing, Marinette looks back to the clock above the receptionist’s desk. It wasn’t something fancy, but it’s different from what she’s used to. Cellphones had yet to become an accessible object for people.
“I guess I could get dinner.” Her voice is soft, acting like she’s a burden to her own self. Nonetheless, she bids the receptionist a goodbye and walks out the door.
She should have grabbed an umbrella before she left her apartment this morning, but believing in her own luck, she didn’t.
The walk to the restaurant wasn’t as bad as she thought. She didn’t get rudely splash, which was a first. The rain had also let up a little bit, but she was sure it was on the verge of becoming a thunderstorm, a calm before the storm predicament.
Marinette walked out of the restaurant somewhere around 10:30 pm. The thunderstorm had yet to start. She looks to the sky and thought to herself: it’s a decent night to go on a stroll.
It was until it wasn’t.
The rain and thunder came first. Then a jarring bang.
The first shot took her by surprise; the second was alarming. It was the cries for help that breaks her heart.
Her hero instincts kick in, and she runs towards the sound of a crying person, severely hoping that the victim or victims were at least alive.
She comes to a staggering stop.
Crying over the bodies of two adults is a kid, no older than twelve, at best, but he’s small. He’s shaking the bodies asking them to wake up.
Marinette slowly makes her way over to him, allowing herself to get a look at the people.
“Oh no,” She covers her mouth. “Martha?” The kid looks up at her, tears running down his face.
She hears the sirens. Someone had to hear the gunshots and called the police. She would have done it herself, but there were no payphones nearby, and she didn’t want to leave the boy alone.
It’s not even 11 pm yet.
“You’re Martha’s boy, aren’t you?” She asks him in a whisper. He nods, still unable to speak. “Bruce, right?” He nods again, causing Marinette to wrap her arms around him and pull him in closer. She had known Martha from a couple of business meetings and lunch outings. To her, Martha reminded her of an old friend.
She doesn’t know how long they stayed like that, but what she does know is that it ends when an officer shakes her shoulder.
“Ma’am, we need to take you both in for questioning.” The police officer states as he pulls his arm away from her. His tone screams accusatory.
Her eyes linger on the officer as she bites her lower lip.
“Yes, of course, but I can stay with Bruce until his next-in-line guardian comes to pick him up?” Bruce didn’t want to let go of her hand, and she didn’t have the heart to leave him.
The officer narrows his eyes before calling over a co-worker. With her free hand, Marinette rubs her forearm.
“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” Bruce asks softly; she barely heard his question.
“No, I won’t.” She smiles down at him. Bruce nods, shaking, thinking about something that she hopes is good.
It wasn’t long until Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s family butler comes to claim him. He thanks Marinette for staying with his young master, but Marinette could tell that he acts more like a concerned family member rather than a butler looking out for his next paycheck.
“It was my pleasure, Monsieur Pennyworth. Would it be alright for me to see him after tonight’s disaster?” Bruce looks between the two, hopeful. Alfred looks down at his charge and thinks for a moment.
He agrees and gives her his number.
Not long after receiving the number, Marinette is called in for questioning. She leaves the two with a sad smile on her face.
Bruce turns to Alfred, “She’s an angel, Alfred.”
“That she is, young master, that she is.” Alfred walks the boy to the car.
It wasn’t long before Marinette found herself taking on a maternal role for the young Wayne.
When it first happened, she felt like she was betraying Martha, but after a lengthy discussion, she realizes that Bruce never wants her to replace his mother but to be there for him like a mother should.
And since then, she found herself staying at Wayne Manor more often than not. In fact, Alfred made a room and an office for her to stay and work in once he realizes that she’ll be a concurring factor in their lives. It was a wonderful gift from the two.
A couple of months after Bruce’s parents’ death, there was a severe thunderstorm coming. Bruce went into hiding the second the rain and lightning had started, prompting Alfred to call Marinette, who was at her apartment.
Her banging against the door match that of the thunder. Nonetheless, Alfred was at the door within seconds. She immediately hands Alfred her wet coat and goes to search for the young master.
Alfred couldn’t help but smile warmly at the young woman on a mission.
Bruce may have years of finding the best hiding spots within the manor, but he doesn’t have god-like entities that travel through walls. Marinette was able to find Bruce within minutes of starting her search.
He was crying himself to the point of dehydration. Her arms wrap around him, pulling him into the comfort of her arms.
“It should have been me.” He whimpers repeatedly.
“Oh, Brucie.” She whispers, rubbing her hand gently up and down his back. “You didn’t know, and you couldn’t have known.”
Bruce shakes his head against her chest. Unknowingly, reminding her of her former partner. He was the same way after the reveal of their main villain, his father; all she could do is be there for him.
“Bruce… Bruce look at me.” He looks up at her. “I love you like you are my own, but your parents, especially Martha, wouldn’t have want you to be suffering in their place. A parent will do anything for their child ,and your parents did just that for you.” She tightens her grip around him, slowly guiding the two of them out of the hiding spot.
Marinette manages to get them into her bedroom. She made sure Bruce was comfortable and asleep before taking the couch.
The thunder booms outside the window for the rest of the night.
Late into the night, Alfred opens the door, revealing Bruce sleeping on top of Marinette. They’re both on the couch. Her bed was deprived of its blankets. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Thank you, Alfred.” Marinette whispers.
“No, thank you.” He whispers back.
She drifts back to sleep with a smile on her face and a firm hand on Bruce, who snores in response.
Marinette doesn’t regret finding the child that night. It gave her a reason to stay in Gotham longer. If anything, it gave her something that she was missing. A person to care and love, be it platonically or romantically.
Bruce Wayne is her son, and she is his mother in all but blood.
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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