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Child of Mine
04/27/2022
Chapter 10
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.
“Alix, did you say Mari told you about them?”
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What happened mominette August?
(Everyone did the first few days and then just stopped, like everyone ok?)
What did you do?! Brucinette [CrackFic]
Thought of this when I was reading this
I’m making this a Brucinette just because it makes more sense in my opinion.
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(This takes place in Wayne manor, Marinette and Bruce are married.)
Marinette was packing a bag while Bruce was sulking when Dick entered: Hey, Mom, I need your help wit- what are you doing? Why are you packing a bag?! Did Bruce do something?!
Bruce: Dick Marinette’s leavi-
Before he could finish what he was saying Dick cut him off yelling: HEY GUYS. COME QUICK!!! EMERGENCY!!! B DID SOMETHING TO PISS MOM OFF SO NOW SHE’S LEAVING!!!
Both Jason and Damian were the first ones to arrive.
Jason: WHAT DID B DO!?
Damian: FATHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
Jason: Is it because he’s old?
Bruce: what th-
Barbra was next followed by Stephanie dragging a barely awake Tim.
Both Barbra and Stephanie: WHAT DID HE DO?!
Stephanie : it’s probably because of his fashion taste, just look at him.
Barbra: he’s probably going bald, is that why?!
Bruce: he-
Tim: he probably said or did something stupid again.☕️
And in our lord and savior’s typical fashion, Alfred shows up out of nowhere and says: shame on you master Wayne. (Smh)
Bruce: bu..but-
Damian: Pennyworth gather my belongings, I’ve decided, if mother and father wish to get a divorce, I shall live with mother.
Bruce: di-?
Dick: DIVORCE!?
Jason: it was fun while it lasted, After you’re done with demon spawns stuff help me with mine.
Cassandra: I help too!! ♀️
(Wtf, where’d she come from!?)
Barbra: Come on Dick, we need to get our stuff too, Steph go help Tim with his.. whatever?
Bye Bruce it was fun while it lasted. ☹️
Dick: I ca- can’t believe it’s ov- over.. just like that…
Everyone starts walking out of the room talking when suddenly Marinette screams: EVERYONE STOP!
Everyone stops and turns to look at Marinette
Everyone: yes?
Marinette: WTH?! Your father and I aren’t getting a divorce!
Dick: Then only separation?
Marinette: no! I’m leaving for a mission not divorcing Bruce!
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Everyone: ooooohhhh
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Jason: what’s for lunch?
Alfred: lasagna, master Ja-
And just like that everyone was out of the room back to their respective places
Bruce:
(don’t mind the bad and lazy art)
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Low key everyone jabbing at Bruce
Welcome to the dark age 
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.
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‘What have I done,’ Damian thought. Dick was lying on the floor with an arm that was clearly broken. He had surprised Damian with a hug from behind, triggering his instinct to attack. Damian had reacted by twisting his arm, resulting with Dick being on the floor. Jason entered the door when he heard Dick’s shriek of pain. “WHAT THE F*CK, DAMIAN!” he shouted when he saw Dick. His whole family had scolded him, Bruce had benched him for a whole two months, and Alfred had given him a disappointed stare.
Damian couldn’t stand it. Not anymore.
He snapped.
He had tried, he really had.
But it was never enough.
As the heir to the Demon’s Head, attacking at unknown touch has been burned into him. Touch had always meant danger. It was second nature to him now. Unfortunately, his family did not know nor do they understand. Two years of constant reminders that he had done terrible things. Two years of constant reminders that he was merely a killing machine. Two years of greater expectations, both in standard and amount. He had enough.
Damian said goodbye to his pets and ran.
After a good hour of running, he dropped into an alley and cried.
In his vulnerable state, he didn’t see a man creep up. A man holding a gun. The unknown adult was planning to kidnap the boy, but as soon as his hands reached Damian, he reacted. He flipped the man over his shoulder like what he did to Dick earlier. But in his state, it didn’t affect much. The man pulled out a knife and stabbed him in his side. It ended the fight.
The kidnapper ended up running away, leaving a heavily injured Damian to slowly watch the world as his vision turned black.
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Marinette, who had just finished some business with Superman, decided to take a walk in Gotham before going home. Along the way, she spotted a boy covered in blood as she crossed an alleyway. He was already unconscious, and Marinette knew she couldn’t just leave him there. So she opened a portal and went through it and carried the boy in her hands. She laid him down in her spare room and left to get her medical supplies.
Approximately six hours later, the boy woke up. His eyes scanned the room as he tried to up and leave. Limping, he tried to head to the window. “Hi sweetie, you need to calm down,” Marinette’s soft voice said as she walked slowly to the boy., “You should be resting; moving might agitate your injuries.” The boy just stared at her. Marinette stood up slowly and walked over. “May I?” she asked, reaching for his hand. When he nodded, she carefully took his hand and led him to the bed. Once there, she helped Damian into a comfortable position. “Do you have anyone you can call?” she questioned. When he didn’t answer, she simply nodded her head and asked him what he would like to eat.
Damian ended up staying for three weeks because Marinette refused to let him leave until he was fully healed. The twelve year old grew closer to the woman. Once healed, he confessed that he has nowhere to stay. Marinette took the information in stride and told him he was more than welcome to stay with her. And stay he did.
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Living with Marinette was incredible. Unlike his grandfather and his father, she didn’t place any expectations on him. At one point, he slipped and called her mom. Damian had froze after he said that, scared of how she would react. It ended up with Marinette asking him whether or not he would mind her adopting him. Damian happily agreed and they soon got the paperwork done. (Chloe is conveniently Marinette’s lawyer). Damian wore the Dupain-Cheng name with pride. As Grand Guardian, Marinette took it upon herself to teach Damian magic. Starting with glamour, they covered the basics of magic.
Two weeks after the adoption, while reading the daily news, Damian came across an article on the front page.
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The Daily Planet
BREAKING NEWS!!
Not more than six weeks ago, twelve year old Damian Wayne was reported missing. The only biological child of Bruce Wayne was suspected to have ran away for an unknown reason. He was last seen running to his room before he left. “Maybe I was a little too harsh,” Bruce Wayne admitted, “But this isn’t the first time I had to ground him because he wasn’t able to control his strength.” The young boy had somehow managed to flip Richard John Grayson, Bruce Wayne’s eldest, when he had surprised him with a hug. “Damian and I may not get along, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care,” Tim Drake, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises said.
Damian Wayne is a tan boy with dark hair and striking green eyes. He weighs around 90 lbs at 4’9 ft tall. Currently, he is twelve years old. Multiple search parties have been launched. I myself know Damian personally from all the times he has visited my son. If you find the boy, please contact xx-xxx-xxx-xxx and we will get to you as soon as possible.
- Clark Kent
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After reading, Damian had a breakdown. Marinette rushed in when she heard the sobs of her child. She didn’t say anything and instead she approached slowly wrapping him in her arms. She let him cry as she rubbed his back and once he calmed down, he told her his story and why he left.
“All these new expectations were just overwhelming,” he said, “‘No killing’, ‘justice not vengeance’—it’s like they were expecting me to turn back. I never wanted to hurt them, but it’s something that is a reflex now. It’s not easy to let go of a habit.” Marinette was silent throughout his whole rant. She knew how terrible Ra’s and Talia were but that didn’t make it better. She knew the Batman could be cold, but the fact that he didn’t listen and try to understand infuriated her.
“Ra’s and Talia should know not to mess with me, but if I ever see your father I can and will punch him,” she growled. Damian smiled as he nuzzled into his mother’s chest.
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Three years passed. Damian and Marinette’s bond grew stronger while the search parties grew hopeless. The Justice League was also involved; so were the Titans and the Young Justice. They concluded that Damian was either dead or hiding really well. The former option was discarded when Zatara andZatanna had almost managed to track him, but unfortunately the spell suddenly shattered when it was nearing.
Desperate, the batfamily decided to reach out to the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous. Imagine their surprise when they saw Damian on their way to her house. When they ran to him, Damian, now fifteen, went into an alley and disappeared. They rushed to Marinette’s house and knocked. They heard hard breathing and a gentle voice trying to calm the other party down. Leaning towards the door, Dick found that it was unlocked and tumbled in.
What they saw was Damian kneeling on the floor crying in the middle of a breakdown and Marinette trying to soothe him. “Out,” Marinette glared. The boys obeyed and waited anxiously. The person that they had been searching for was under the protection of the Guardian all this time. It made sense why even both Zatara and Zatanna couldn’t track him down.
An hour later, Marinette opened the door telling them to come in and wait. She took some water and placed them on her coffee table saying that Damian was taking a shower. As soon as she sat down the boys began to fire questions. They stopped after a good fifteen minutes and noticing that Marinette wasn’t saying anything. “I know why Damian ran away, yes, but it is not my place to say. I can ask him later, and I will not say anything without his permission. But I will say this,” Marinette said, voice colder than ice, “You f*cked up.” Marinette stood up to check on Damian. “By the way,” she stopped for a moment, “I adopted him three years ago.”
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Damian ended up being the one to tell them everything. Everything from why he ran away to why he decided to stay. The Waynes felt bad; they hadn’t even bothered thinking about his perspective. Looking back, Jason and Bruce realized what Damian had said about the League was true. “I’m- We’re sorry Damian,” Dick apologized. “Are you willing to come back?”
“No,” he said. The Waynes were visibly saddened.
“But I am willing to start over.”
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Day 04: Family Dinner
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Dinner was scarcely a peaceful time. The kids often bickering amongst themselves all the time. This night however, everyone was just exhausted. It had been a busy day for them all. That’s why Bruce clearing his throat slightly startled them.
“So,” he said, “Marinette and I wanted to ask you kids something.”
Everyone at the table turned to listen. Quite a lot of people were there. The boys - Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke - and the girls - Barbara, Cass, and Steph. Marinette held Bruce’s hand tightly, she could tell Bruce was trying to hide the fact that he was nervous. Keyword: trying.
“Boys, I want you to be my groomsmen,” Bruce stated.
Marinette joined, opening her mouth, “And girls, be my bridesmaids?”
Dick as would be expected jumped up and screamed his answer, “Yes! Yes!”
He walked over to his adoptive father and gave the man a hug.
Jason was surprised. He didn’t expect that. He probably had the worst relationship with the man amongst everyone. He tried to hide his disbelieve but it was obviously not working. He turned to Bruce and just nodded. Damian and Tim tried to hide their excitement, but their joy was obviously written on their faces. If not on their lips, in their eyes.
Steph, like Dick, jumped out of her seat and hugged her mother figure.
“Yes!” she shouted, “I’m honored.”
Barbara and Cass smiled widely and joined in the hug.
“I’d love to, Mar,” Barbara answered while Cass nods.
“This wedding is gonna be the best wedding of the century!”
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Day 03: Public Chaos
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It was Bruce and Marinette’s 6th year anniversary. Bruce had taken her to the Wayne Botanical Garden for their date. They had met each other there when Marinette was looking for inspiration and Bruce came to check on things. Bruce had been intrigued by the designer’s designs. One thing led to another and they started dating. Their date was simple, nothing too romantic. It was just dinner on one of the benches there, sitting together in each other’s presence.
Marinette was wearing a white sundress. It’s sleeves fell off her shoulders making her look elegant but still keeping it simple. The dress itself fell right above her knees and was a little bit longer on the back side. It was embedded with various patterns of flowers all around. Her date had on a casual white button up shirt completed with a pair of jeans.
Bruce could feel his nerves creep up on him as he reached for the small box in his pocket. Inside it was a gold ring, custom made by one of the best jewelers in Gotham. It was an infinity ring with a bat on one end, and a ladybug on the other. On the inner part was engraved the words “mon amour” in beautiful calligraphy, my love.
“Marinette,” he said, catching her attention.
He stood up and came to stand in front of her. He fiddled with the box in his hands a bit before finding the right position to hold it and went down on one knee.
“When I met you here six years ago I could’ve never imagined that our future would turn out like this. I regret nothing approaching you and everyday I’m grateful that I did. You always managed to amaze me with everything you do. Everytime I think I know every part of you, you always show me there’s more. The day I found out you started protecting Paris at thirteen, when I hadn’t even started my training, my adoration skyrocketed despite the fact that I thought it couldn’t go higher. You love the boys with such care that they view you like a mother. Now I ask, would you want to make it official? Would you do me the honor of being their mother, of being my wife?”
“Yes,” Marinette replied softly between her cries of joy, tears were already spilling from her eyes.
Bruce smiled and placed the ring on her finger. He stood up and kissed her with a passion. The kiss felt familiar, but no less loving. They embraced each other for quite some time before their peace was cut short by the sounds of both their phones ringing.
The only notifications that can bypass the do not disturb settings both of them turned on were notifications from the boys. They looked at each other in confusion and Bruce opened his phone. He saw a notification from twitter. “@DickGrayson just tweeted” it said. He showed the notification to Marinette as he opened it.
Both their eyes widened in horror as they read it.
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Prettiest Wayne @DickGrayson
Look at these two. Looks like Bruce finally got the guys to propose.
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Damian@DamianWayne
Replying to @DickGrayson
Wrong account, Grayson.
I need coffee @TimothyDrake
Replying to @DickGrayson
The press is going to have a field day over this…
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A few seconds later, the tweet was deleted along with all its replies. Unfortunately both Bruce and Marinette knew that the news would reach the headlines tomorrow. The press only needs a second to gather up news like this, the tweet was posted for a full five minutes. That and the fact that #BrucinetteProposal was trending.
The two shared similar sighs and packed their items to head back to the manor. It was going to be a long night.
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Tim was already starting to get a hold of the situation when they got back. He was hunched over on his laptop looking more exhausted than normal. Marinette walked slowly over to him and took his laptop away from him. She sat next to him and ran her hand through his hair.
“Take a break, sweetie, we’ll take it from here.”
“But-”
“Nope, don’t make me carry you to bed.”
Tim reluctantly got up and headed to his room, stretching his arms as he walked.
“You know it’s very unlikely that he will sleep right?” Bruce said, sitting down as well.
Marinette giggled, “Yeah, but he looked like he was about to pass out.”
She sighed and leaned back.
“So, the situation? Are we just going to come clear to the press? Just announce we’re engaged?”
Bruce seemed to think about it for a moment.
“I suppose that’s ok, we’ll just keep our wedding date a secret, it’s not like we discussed when our wedding is going to be held anyway.”
The couple smiled at each other and just sat there, cuddling in silence. A couple of minutes later, Dick walked in, a guilty look on his face. When Marinette noticed, she gestured for him to come over. Dick walked over slowly and joined them on the couch. Both Bruce and Marinette gave him a tight hug.
Everything’s gonna be just fine
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That proposal was oddly easy to write. I guess I’m just a really sappy person.
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Day 02: Signs of Affection
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They say there are five love languages; words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. Each person has their own way to show their affection, ways you won’t understand until you get to know the person. When it comes to her boys, Marinette can read them like a book.
Damian Wayne, the youngest.
Damian’s love language, like Tim’s, is quality time. Again, his mother and grandfather most definitely has a large impact on that fact. He loves the fact that someon is spending their time with him without any reason. Back when he was in the league, the only time his mother and grandfather would spend some time with him was during training sessions.
One of his favorite activities is baking with Marinette. Even if half of the time his brothers would be there and mess things up, the warmth of making something (quite literally, ovens are hot, let me tell you) together always makes him happy. He does enjoy the nice time he has baking with Marintte only, sometimes Alfred, things actually get done and it’s not even messy.
Solving cases with Tim is nice too, not that he’ll ever admit that. Despite his claims, he does enjoy spending time with his brothers. When Dick would drag them out together, or when Jason would softly read to him. He likes the times his father would just walk into whatever room he was in and just sit in silence.
Tim Drake, second youngest, second middle.
Tim’s love language is quality time, his neglectful parents certainly had a large impact on that fact. Spending time with someone makes him feel appreciated, it’s nice to know that someone wants to do so. He’d most often sit around in the living room when Alfred is cleaning, comfortable silence surrounding them with the occasional questions.
Sometimes when he’s working in his office, Marinette would purposely bring her sketchbook to the tower so they can work together. Tim adores those moments, to know that someone is there for the sole reason of spending time with him is a nice feeling. He’d glance at her every once in a while and smile. If they happen to turn to each other at the same time, they’d smile even brighter, sometimes laugh.
With his brothers, he most often spends quality time when they’re reading. All four of them just lounging in the library, reading different books. Sometimes Bruce and Marinette would join them. Alfred most definitely has pictures.
Jason Todd, second eldest, first middle.
Jason shows his affection through acts of service. The little things he’ll do for his brothers, his father, and his mother, shows that. Often he will come across one of them tired and he’ll make them a coffee, or if he finds them asleep he’ll cover them with a blanket. He’ll never admit it, but his family knows, and he knows that they know.
“It’s a matter of pride,” he said once to Marinette, “I don’t really know why.” Like most of the other boys, he opens up to Marinette the most. I guess it’s just her motherly bond.
Sometimes, most times actually, Jason would help Mari carry bolts and bolts of fabric into her studio. Other times, he’d help her and Alfred in the kitchen. He would help Tim with cases and work, and help Dick after a fight with Bruce. He’d take care of Damian’s pets when he is away. He rarely helps Bruce, but he most definitely has done something for him.
Dick Grayson, the eldest.
Dick’s love language leans heavily on physical touch as well. He has always been the best at stating his emotions (as best as a Wayne boy can be). If Marinette stayed in her studio for days, Dick would burst into her studio and just drag her over to the couch asking for cuddles.
On other days, he’d just come up to his mom and hug her from behind. Sometimes they’d chat while Dick had his head on Marinette’s lap, sometimes they’d just sit in silence. His brothers don’t seem to enjoy the sudden hugs though. Then again, they’re all just on different levels of paranoia.
Marinette would often schedule family game nights, movie nights, and Dick would be the most ecstatic out of her four boys. Family movie nights were always going to be some sort of cuddle session. The rest of the boys would pretend to be annoyed but Marinette knows they’re enjoying every second spent together.
Bruce Wayne, the father.
Bruce’s love language is physical touch. This man may seem all broody and dark, and he is, but he loves a good cuddle. After late patrols, Bruce’s favorite thing is just to spoon his girlfriend. Bruce loves the feeling of knowing that his loved ones are nearby. He feels content knowing that they’re safe.
He’s most open about hugging Marinette more than anyone else. He loves his kids, he really does. It’s more because of the fact that he feels like he failed as a father. He has a multitude of arguments with Dick, Jason literally died, Tim has worked piled up for WE at a young age, and he didn’t even know Damian existed until he was ten years old.
The guilt he feels seems to only push him even farther away from getting to know his children. His children are all ready to get to know him and Marinette’s helping him work on that, slowly…
Alfred Pennyworth, the pseudo grandfather.
Alfred’s love language is both acts of service and words of affirmation, his boys definitely needed the second one more. Being a butler to the Wayne family allows him to help them in a lot of ways. From as simple as making breakfast to fixing up their injuries, he’s always been ready to help them.
After Martha and Thomas died, Bruce had it hard emotionally. Because the younger boys had been raised by Bruce part of their life, they managed to somehow adopt part of his lack of emotion. Alfred would be the one to help reassure them. Word after word Alfred would ground the boys back down to the earth.
With Marinette, he helps her out of her spirals, her flashbacks. She is incredibly stubborn when it comes to him doing things for her. Still, Marinette most likely has the best control of her emotions. She also manages to somehow see when he is tired, when he is reaching his limit, then again, she is partially magical.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the mother.
Marinette has the love language that completes the five in the family, gifts. She always likes to make custom items for people and give it to them, one of the reasons she decided to become a fashion designer. All of her boys have something custom she made them, more than one actually.
Being the mother, she also has words of affirmation as a love language. Her boys would often come to her when they feel down or need some advice, aside from Alfred of course. She’s always there for them whenever they need her and she’s willing to listen to them through.
She and Alfred make a great team keeping everyone grounded while simultaneously grounding each other.
Their life was not perfect, but it was happy and that’s enough.
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Day 01: Moving/New Home (alt)
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Marinette stares at the half empty room, boxes piled up near the entrance. She had been living in that house for years now, it’s quite terrifying how fast time flies when it wants to. She snaps out of her daze and continues to pack her sewing supplies into another box. She feels hands wrap themselves around her waist as someone hugs her from behind. That someone being her long term boyfriend.
“Bruce…” Marinette whines, “Let me finish packing…”
Bruce begrudgingly removes his hands and lifts the box Mari had finished packing, stacking it on the pile of boxes. Marinette giggles a little, it was adorable how even with the no nonsense vibe that rolls off him, Bruce can be quite the cuddler. Hearing her laugh, Bruce turns to his girlfriend. He smiles a rare smile, a genuine smile, at her before pulling her in for a kiss.
“Why do I have to walk in during the most unfortunate moments.”
The voice made them snap out of their stupor as they see Tim walk in to stack yet another box on the pile. The couple just laughs softly as they in gesture for Tim to join them in a hug. The boy walks towards them, accepting the invitation as he melts into their arms. The situation feels oddly domestic considering their hectic lives, both day and night.
The three other boys walk into the room a while after, Dick being the last.
“Group cuddle!” he shouted as he dragged Jason and Damian to join which resulted in Damian taking out his katana.
“Don’t you dare!” the youngest warned.
“Oh come on, Dames…” Dick said reaching to hug his brother.
Damian yelled, “Absolutely not!”
He runs out of the room with Dick chasing right behind him, the comfortable silence that loomed over a few minutes ago now replaced by chaotic shouting. Bruce sighed at their antics and Tim whined having found the silence and warmth comforting, and quite possibly because of the fact he hasn’t slept in over three days, now running purely on caffeine.
“We should probably finish packing up if we’re planning to move everything by tonight,” Bruce said through the loud noises his sons were making.
Marinette nodded, “We probably should.”
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Marinette thanks the moving people as they placed the last of her things in the manor. She didn’t have a lot of things, the boxes were mostly her clothes and sewing supplies. Her furniture, kitchenette, and a lot of other items are being donated to an orphanage since she doesn’t need them anymore.
She carries one of the boxes to a room that was to be her studio only to see her boys, all five of them, on the couch, fast asleep. Marinette smiles at the sight as she puts the box she was holding down to go and find a blanket. Once she obtains the blanket, she walks back to the living room and drapes the blanket over the sleeping boys.
Marinette smiles again and takes a quick picture before continuing her way to the studio. Once all her items were in the studio, after she finishes setting everything up, she walks into the living room again. All five boys were still sleeping peacefully on the couch.
“Would you like to have some tea with me, Ms. Marinette?” Alfred said gently as he entered the room, a fond smile on his face as he looks at his son and grandchildren.
“That would be lovely, Alfred.”
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[LATE]Day 8of#Daminettedec21
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[Familia/Family:(Step)Mother & Son]
Marinette:“I cannot Believe You snuck out Again & didn’t alert Dick or Bruce this time! Alfred & I were worried sick about you! *Sighs* Just because you’re the Blood son of Batman, you don’t go out & look for trouble. We all care for you Damian. Even if your father doesn’t show it.”
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‘What have I done,’ Damian thought. Dick was lying on the floor with an arm that was clearly broken. He had surprised Damian with a hug from behind, triggering his instinct to attack. Damian had reacted by twisting his arm, resulting with Dick being on the floor. Jason entered the door when he heard Dick’s shriek of pain. “WHAT THE F*CK, DAMIAN!” he shouted when he saw Dick. His whole family had scolded him, Bruce had benched him for a whole two months, and Alfred had given him a disappointed stare.
