Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.
He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.
“If those timelines are now-deleted, then I obviously don’t remember what’s so bad about telling me why you’re acting like I’m some hated family member you’re avoiding!”
Silence.
Pure. Fucking. Silence. As they all watch with front row seats as Marinette flinches at the word ‘family’.
Pure silence as Constantine’s shoulders drop at the sight of her flinch, realization slapping itself on his face.
So Marinette is angry and bitter and full of magic. She also does something super risky. Like John locking up his childhood innocence and such, she locks up her rage and anger and her knowledge of the truth. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
Becoming Ladybug is easy. She’s good at what she does and uses her own magic to help. John hears about what’s going on in Paris and goes looking. He sees Ladybug using magic and… that’s his family magic… oh.
They never developed a father-daughter relationship - neither particularly wanted one - but the mentor-mentee one worked out very well for them, and it did help both of them improve as people and ‘professionals’.
Marinette gave John a ladybug charm that she made, endowed with a lot of luck, since she know he has a dangerous job, though she never told him about what it can actually do. He doesn’t know about her being Ladybug and she likes it like that.
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.
I’m working on, like, three different stories at once. But that’s fine!
Send me a one sentence prompt or line of dialogue, and a ship. It can be a romantic or platonic ship, just make sure to tell me which. I wanna do some drabblessssss
“I gotta say,” Jason’s voice was slightly tinny as Tim listened to him over their communicators. “This isn’t the plot twist that I expected when Harley asked for our help. I have so many mixed feelings right now.”
Tim just hummed. Adrien was behind him on his motorcycle, the extra helmet that Tim kept for Robin in the inevitable event that the menace stole his bike just for the hell of it being the only thing protecting the model’s identity as they zoomed through the Gotham streets. Marinette had been whisked away by Jason as soon as he had caught up to them, to only Marinette’s surprise.
It was her voice that Jason’s communicator picked up next, allowing Tim to hear a very muffled;
“Let’s wait to reveal it to you-know-who until after he dies, so that he can roll in his grave.”
That earned a snort from Tim, and a guffaw that nearly deafened everyone who was listening from Jason.
Tim muted his comms then, feeling how tense Adrien was behind him, and yet the boy was also… vibrating?
“You okay back there?” He called back. Adrien’s nod was so enthusiastic that he almost slammed his helmet into the back of Tim’s head.
“This is awesome!” He cheered back. That made Red Robin grin, taking the next sharp turn with just a little bit of extra lean to it for the younger boy’s sake. His effort was rewarded with a bright whoop of exhilaration as they tilted almost concerningly close to the pavement, making Tim chuckle fondly. At the end of the day, Adrien was still a very sheltered teenage boy who chased after freedom like a cat after a laser pointer.
And Tim, at least, was well equipped to deal with that.
Straightening them back up, Red Robin decided that they were definitely far enough away from the city to risk a little flair, and revved the motorcycle nice and loud as he raced through the last stretch of road and straight into the hidden cave entrance. Adrien’s entertained laughter was still echoing against the walls even as Tim skidded to a very flashy stop in the Batcave’s parking area.
Red Robin has a front row seat to seeing the oh so scary Red Hood pull in next to them in a very similar manner.
“Chicken!” Marinette cackled gleefully, playfully nudging Jason’s shoulder as they dismounted from the bike. “I would’ve done it!”
“I’m not doin’ a frontflip on a bike with a kid behind me,” Jason grumbled back, clearly amused as he crossed his arms. His helmet was probably hiding a goofy smirk. “Isn’t it enough that I went out of my way to catch a little air for you anyway? I let Replacement beat us back because you wanted me to show off.”
“And you disappointed me,” Marinette jokingly scolded, unable to keep a large smile off her face despite her words. “Chicken.”
“Okay,” Nightwing, clearly having barely been able to pull on his costume in time to meet them in the Cave, absently fixed his mask with one hand as he met them all halfway. “As adorable as you all are, there’s a reason we had to meet up.”
Marinette and Adrien didn’t recognize the redhead in a plain domino mask who was sitting behind a desk that looked like it had been moved to the cave very recently. The desk was almost like a short cubicle, the “legs” being one solid wall of wood that wrapped underneath it on three sides and even rose above the flat working area of the desk, blocking the entirety of the woman’s body below her shoulders. The domino mask obscured her eyes, but Marinette had the distinct feeling that she was looking right at her and Adrien.
“Wonderful segway, Nightwing,” she drawled sharply, never moving her gaze. “Magic, I’m used to. Villains? That’s normal life in Gotham. What I wanna know is how nobody’s connected the dots about you guys before us, because it doesn’t look like you knew how to do the whole secrecy thing in the beginning.”
“Way to ease them into the interrogation, Oracle,” Tim cut in before Marinette or Adrien had time to react, one brow visibly raised under his mask. Usually he was the one that had to be reigned in when it came to seeking information, but Oracle was always a very direct person where Tim preferred finding information from behind a screen or in physical records.
Adrien waved a hand dismissively as his eyes scanned the cavernous room before he grinned in satisfaction, leaping over a slightly unnatural amount of space to plop into the only rolling chair in the room, sending it sliding across the rock floor and spinning in sickening circles. Even as his entire image was blurred into streaks of color from the speed at which the chair was spinning him, he answered casually;
“That’s the thing about Miraculous magic. It uses you just as much as you use it.”
That wasn’t exactly the answer any of them were expecting. Even the lurking forms of Batman and Robin, who had yet to fully emerge from the shadows, looked visibly confused. Nightwing was the one who spoke up; “Uh, what?”
Marinette rolled her eyes at her partner’s usual antics, walking over and stopping his chair’s rapid rotation with one smooth stomp of her foot on one of its wheels. The sudden stop meant that momentum carried Adrien straight out of his perch, sending him flying forward and skidding to a stop at Nightwing’s feet. Luckily he had superb balance, and the only part of him to touch the concrete before he stopped skidding were his shoes… until his momentum came to an end and he let himself face plant into the ground with a groan. As if she had done nothing odd and their actions were completely normal, Marinette decided to translate.
“What he means is that Miraculous magic isn’t like other types of magic. It has its own very concrete checks and balances in place that we cannot change or break. One such rule is that nobody is able to figure out the identity of a Miraculous user unless they see that user transform right in front of them, or the Guardian, Ladybug, or Black Cat specifically want someone to connect the dots, and personally provide evidence for that person or people to do so. Which is one of many reasons behind us still having no idea who HawkMoth is.”
“And why we had to come here and deliver the USB of evidence in person,” Adrien added, peeling his face off the concrete and happily sitting cross-cross on the ground. “Shipping it over wouldn’t just have been risky, it wouldn’t have worked regardless of who ended up with it. You just would have seen what was going on in Paris, and probably would have headed straight over to the city with no way of knowing who we were or recognizing our civilian selves even if we said something like ‘hi, I’m not Chat Noir at all. Look away while I totally do not duck into this alleyway to transform into Chat Noir.’”
“Yeah, that’s the other thing,” Marinette agreed with a sigh. “We’re conditioned to not actually admit our identities to anyone who doesn’t already know. We haven’t figured out if that one’s actually magic or just our old mentor being really good at mind tricks and gaslighting.”
“That sounds… complicated,” Batman grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He finally came out into the light, but the lack of reaction from Adrien or Marinette clued everyone into the fact that they had both known that he and Robin had been present the whole time.
They didn’t, however, notice Robin’s small grin at that observation. Only Oracle did, who had to suppress her own smirk as she made a mental note.
“And shitty,” Jason agreed, his stance taking on a new layer of rigidity that spoke of very carefully suppressed anger. “Your mentor gaslit you? As if choosing kids to fight a grown man without even providing any noticeable backup wasn’t enough,” the last few words tore themselves out of his throat in a guttural growl.
Marinette sat down in the rolling chair that Adrien had just taken for a joyride a minute ago, crossing her legs and nodding.
“He didn’t know what he was doing,” she agreed easily. “All he knew was what the organization in charge of protecting the Miraculous taught him, but that was almost two hundred years ago. The organization was all but destroyed while he was still in training, and he was only barely able to escape with his life and the box of Miraculous. Minus two, the Butterfly and the Peacock, which were lost during the destruction of the Order of the Miraculous and are now being used to hold Paris hostage.”
Batman’s eyebrows rose under his cowl. “Two hundred years ago? How did he live to be so old?” His tone was noticeably suspicious. Adrien was the one that answered that one, leaning back on his hands and looking as comfortable as could be.
“He was the only person left alive who could protect the Miraculous box,” he started. “So the magic of the box kept him alive, slowing his aging until he was able to train successors.”
“Those successors being you two, clearly,” Red Robin drawled, supremely unimpressed. Marinette and Adrien just nodded, wearing matching grimaces.
“I can fill you in on the details later, but HawkMoth and Mayura were able to bring back the thing that destroyed the old Order,” Marinette crosses her arms, frowning as she stared off into some third space nobody else could see. “We got rid of it, but not without our old mentor sustaining massive damage. Shortly after, he was forced to retire and passed his official Guardianship onto me. Unfortunately, destroying that Amok— the creature that destroyed the Order— brought that very same order back. Long story short, the Amok had trapped them in a pocket dimension where time was completely frozen. It took them a while to recover and adjust to the new time period, but their methods are very outdated—“
“They are a misogynistic pain in our ass,” Adrien cheerfully summed up. “They refuse to accept that Marinette and I are technically the leaders of the whole Order now, what with our official Guardianship over the box that the Order was formed to protect in the first place. Especially since Marinette is the Grand Guardian— the highest position you can get in the Order— since that’s the title our old mentor gave her. She’s both a kid and an ‘inferior,’” Adrien used very pointed finger quotations, “girl in their minds, so they always try to undermine her authority and have just slowed down our investigation and our whole fight in Paris. It’s ridiculous.”
Marinette nodded firmly. “Utterly ridiculous,” she and Adrien shared a brief smirk before focusing again. “But we can talk more about that later. Taking HawkMoth down is our priority, I can deal with the Order’s idiocy just fine in the meantime. So,” she leaned forward and braced her forearms on her knees. “What do you need to know to help with your investigation into Hawkmoth’s identity?”
The Bats, now fully in their element, took turns asking questions and occasionally bringing pictures or videos of the Paris situation up on the Batcomputer to aid in their discussions. They went over the areas that Marinette and Adrien were able to narrow down as Hawkmoth’s favorite areas to target (the fact that their own school was top of the list sent all of the Bat’s blood pressures skyrocketing), the times that he was most active, the evolution of his methods, and the escalation of severity as his reign went on. Eventually they arrived upon a video that showed Ladybug being tossed straight through several buildings, and then being slammed into the metal foundation of the Eiffel Tower by a particularly skilled and dangerous Akuma and Amok team.
Nightwing pointed up at that video, face grim. “I know you said that not every attack is capable of being documented,” he began carefully. “But how often does this sort of thing happen? Considering both you and Adrien’s high level of skill and experience with Akuma attacks…” he trailed off as the video showed Ladybug almost immediately getting back up and going back on the offensive, albeit with a little bit of a limp and favoring her right side.
“And that recovery time is…” Oracle added, mouth taut and body language (what little was visible) noticeably taut. “You already explained the abilities your suits give you, and I know it protects you from being shot or cut by normal means. But blunt trauma— please tell me your suits also dampen your pain.”
Robin and Red Hood nodded, both looking perturbed although they hid it pretty well. The video compilation that was currently playing showed the hardest hits that both heroes had taken; those that were able to be filmed, that is. There was noticeable difference, though, which Batman brought up before either of the Parisian heroes could answer Oracle’s question.
“I don’t find that likely,” he said as he crossed his arms. “Chat Noir takes considerably longer to get back up and recover from heavy hits, and Ladybug doesn’t show proper consideration for the injuries she receives. The way she tends to step too heavy on twisted or broken ankles, accidentally punch with a wounded arm— things that make her stumble or dramatically affect the strength of her attacks,” Batman’s eyes slid behind his cowl to land on Marinette. She did her best not to squirm, able to feel his heavy gaze on her easily. “Chat noir might take longer to recover, but he handles actual combat after a heavy hit noticeably better. That wouldn’t make sense if they had the same dulled reaction to pain.”
“And that kind of deduction, Ladies and Gents, is why we came to you for help,” Adrien quipped with cheerful finger guns. “Our suits don’t dampen any sensation, including pain,” he gestured over to his partner. “She just has a crazy level of natural pain tolerance,” Adrien explained with a shrug. “Like, ridiculous pain tolerance. She sometimes gets so focused on the fight that she is able to completely forget where she’s hurt, until she makes a misstep and is not-so-kindly reminded.”
Marinette felt like a bug under a microscope with how all of the Bats’ attention immediately turned on her again. She grimaced, having a pretty good idea of what was going through their heads.
“It’s not medical,” she explained, tapping her fingers on her knee in an attempt to drain out some of her nervous energy. “My parents noticed pretty early on and had me checked out for any issues with my nerves or pain receptors. They, understandably, thought that it might be something I inherited from you-know-who, or even from Mom. But after several tests, the doctors said that all of my nerves and pain receptors were functioning completely normally. I feel pain just as vividly and accurately as anyone else, a stubbed toe or broken bone for me feels exactly as it would for you. I just don’t… I guess it just doesn’t bother me as much, for some reason,” she ran a hand through her bangs, staring at the floor as she ran through her memories. “The doctors suggested that it might be something psychological. Maybe a chemical imbalance or something that prevents my brain from fully reacting to pain signals that it receives. But my parents decided that they didn’t want me to go through any psychological evaluations or anything, because it doesn’t affect my overall health and they didn’t want me to grow up thinking something was wrong with me or that I was crazy. Plus, we all have a pretty good idea where the trait comes from anyway so there was no need to look into it any further.”
Batman looked back to the video that was still playing on mute. That… made sense. If she still felt pain vividly then, regardless of her overall tolerance, suddenly putting weight on a broken ankle or dislocated shoulder was bound to shock her body and momentarily distract her or make her buckle, putting her in an understandably vulnerable position. Not to mention that ignoring her wounds made her forget not to use arms or legs that might be weak or unable to move well, impeding her flow in battle and damaging her attack strength.
“So, when you chugged steaming hot coffee before the tours,” Red Hood spoke up, arms crossed but somehow not looking that concerned. It was hard to read him with the helmet, but Marinette got the sense that he was just trying to sort things out in his head rather than being legitimately concerned about anything. “You felt the stuff burn your throat, but you just don’t care?”
“Basically, yeah,” Marinette agreed with a shrug. “It doesn’t bother me. Like, it hurts, yeah. But the scandalized look on Adrien’s face was worth it, and it’s easy to ignore that the pain’s even there as long as I have something else to focus on. Even just joking around with a friend is more than enough to take care of that.”
Batman’s thoughtful hum brought Adrien and Marinette’s attention over to him, where he had one hand gently cupping his chin in thought.
“That does seem to match up,” he admitted casually. “All in all, not the worst thing to inherit. But it does present an issue,” Batman lowered his hand, his mouth in a half-frown. “In and of itself, it’s not that big of a deal. You would benefit from some training so that you don’t hinder yourself as much when you’re fighting, but that’s not too hard for us to help teach you. We can help Adrien with his recovery time and ability to shake off shock too, so that he isn’t vulnerable for as long when he’s knocked down. But Harley doesn’t have that particular tolerance, ignoring pain is something she took a long time to learn and even then it’s mostly an act she’s perfected after years of building up her normal pain tolerance the hard way. But if That Man finds out that you share that trait of his,” he trailed off, allowing the teens to let their imagination fill the gaps. Marinette and Adrien shared a grimace.
“Point taken,” she admitted after a moment. “But I might need some help reacting more normally, since that’s probably a good idea if I want to be easily overlooked. I’ve never really had to hide my pain tolerance before and I… don’t really know how people normally react to different levels of pain,” she turned to Adrien, asking him; “I take it just saying ‘ouch’ doesn’t cover it?” She half-joked.
Adrien snorted, patting her head mock-condescendingly. “Not even close, bugaboo.”
The batboys all looked… oddly amused? They were trying to hide grins and swapping secretive looks with one another. It was actually Oracle, who had mostly been silent making notes on her laptop during the meeting, who snorted and commented;
“Your parents must be fucking saints to raise someone as ridiculously pure as you,” she said as she grinned. “It’s honestly refreshing. Most heroes, especially those to get an early start like most of us here, didn’t have the greatest home life outside of heroism.”
Adrien perked up at that, his usual grin widening into a huge grin. “You mean I actually fit in?!”
Marinette choked on air, turning and giving him a gentle wack over the back of his head. “That’s not something to be proud of!”
“Hey, that makes me normal in the hero circles,” Adrien was still ridiculously happy, laughing without seeming to acknowledge how fucked up the conversation had become. “I’m never normal, this is great!”
The batboys all shared groans, Batman was just staring at him blankly, and Red Robin looked like he was dying inside even as he laughed. Robin snapped over to his father, tugging on his cape insistently.
“I do not want any more brothers. Don’t you dare adopt him.”
“Father would never allow it anyway,” Adrien interrupted with a shrug. “So no worries. He’d never let his only son out of his iron control. That being said, I don’t want anyone else to have to deal with the same situation, so can we go ahead and switch to planning how we keep Mari’s identity secret and Joker in the dark?” He was glad for their help with the Paris situation, to be sure, but he felt like they had covered the most important parts already. They had plenty of time later to go over the fine details and set plans in motion for HawkMoth, now he felt it was time to focus on the more immediate threat.
The room went silent for a moment as everyone was, somewhat unnecessarily, reminded about Joker and the threat he currently posed to Marinette. Batman was the one to take a breath and open a drawer in the desk underneath the Batcomputer. He slid the two packets of paper he grabbed over the metal debriefing table that they were all gathered around, sending them gliding over the smooth surface to land neatly in front of both Marinette and Adrien.
“That is the list of procedures and protocols that we have created to assure your safety while in Gotham,” he explained simply. “We began developing that list since the day that Harley first asked for our help protecting you. Not all of our plans are written down—“
“Batman is chronically paranoid and passed that trait down to all of us,” Nightwing interrupted with a lopsided grin. “It wouldn’t be safe to write all of our plans down in one place, but those are the ones that you guys might want to familiarize yourselves with the most. The backup plans that we have stored elsewhere are not likely to be needed, but better off staying where we have them.”
Namely, Nightwing thought to himself, those backup plans were better off only being stored in their brains rather than anywhere that Joker could actually find them.
Marinette and Adrien seemed to understand this, nodding absently as they both began to flip through the packet of paper and glance over it. The room had descended into mostly silence as the Bats started to each to their own thing to unwind or just fill the downtime as the Parisians read. Every now and then they would ask Batman or Robin for clarification on a few items in the packet, but otherwise the room of heroes sank into a sort of half-break from their long session of debriefing.
Just as Marinette and Adrien flipped to the last page of the Anti Joker-Kidnapping packet, footsteps echoed off the metal stairs that led somewhere high up that Marinette and Adrien did their best not to think too hard about. The sudden sound and its implications made them both stiffen in unease. The Bats didn’t seem too concerned as a young man came down the stairs with his eyes firmly directed down at his phone, humming softly to whatever he was listening to on his headphones.
Until an important detail sank in that made the Bats realize that they had forgotten something, and they also tensed up, silently cursing their oversight.
Marinette and Adrien immediately noticed the newcomer’s lack of mask, trading glances as they grimaced. It wasn’t until the young man had finished descending the steps that he looked up and froze. His brown eyes instantly blew wide open.
“Uh. What’s going on? Who are the civvies?”
Damian, chaos gremlin that he was at heart, interrupted the ensuing silence with;
“Welcome back, Thomas. And you know that civilians are not allowed in the Batcave, these are heroes from Paris. Meet Ladybug and Chat Noir.”
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Author’sNote: This is the first time that I’m ever making an attempt to write Duke Thomas, tbh. I was hesitant on adding him to the story, since I don’t really know a lot about him, but reading him in a bunch of fanfic made me take the plunge. He’s so well written in a lot stories, and I already focus pretty heavily on the main four wayne boys, a little more diversity is probably needed in my writing anyway. I don’t even write the girls very often, because I just don’t have as good of a handle on their characters or how to write them— rip Steph, who has yet to really appear in any of my fics for this exact reason. But I’m trying to do more research and gradually add more characters in the Wayne family and adjacent, so we’ll see how I do! I think Duke is my first major attempt at adding a character I don’t really know much about, because from what I’ve seen so far, he has a pretty distinct personality and seems really fun to write. Plus, for some weird reason, I have a much easier time writing guy characters than girls. Which makes literally 0 sense, but whatever. If you have any suggestions for me to write Duke as well as possible, please tell me in the notes!
We all know that Jason is a huge fan of Jane Austen and, in particular, Pride and Prejudice. And I’m sure there’s at least one Maribat Pride and Prejudice story out there. But. Imagine this;
Marinette and Damian’s first meeting doesn’t go super well. Damian is his usual standoffish self, Marinette doesn’t like it at all and they clash heads. From this moment in time, Jason has stars in his eyes and cannot help but see them as a real life Lizzy and Mister Darcy. He goes out of his way to try and put them in similar situations to the novel (galas and such) to see how it plays out, he starts writing in a journal about the interactions between the two and how his favorite story is happening in real life, this is the BEST THING EVER.
Marinette and Damian have actually been dating as their hero personas for a while, and their first interaction as civilians was only bad because they didn’t know each other’s identities and were grumpy from not being with their partner or able to talk about them without giving identities away. So, Jason is dumbfounded when they suddenly start to get along and even start dating, and the rest of the fic is just Jason being a Dramatic Sad Boy about the derailing of his real life reenactment of Pride and Prejudice.
“You killed her, Demon.”
“Huh?”
“LIZZY, you KILLED LIZZY”
“… I never killed anyone by that name? Do you need to be examined, Todd?”
I don’t know why, but this chapter was so hard to finish omfg. I’m sorry if the ending is a little awkward and not as well written as usual, I blanked hard.
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It was only six in the morning. Tim had already left the manor half an hour earlier, on his way to pick Marinette up from Ivy and Harley’s place and deliver her back to the hotel. Right as Bruce was about to call him, he got a text from Tim saying that Harley and Ivy’s apartment was empty but covered in very angry looking plants. Sending only a quick response ordering Tim to start a search with a Code Green, he closed his phone again and turned back to the two very wound-up ex-villains in his foyer.
“Put the bat down, Harley,” Bruce nodded to the weapon that she was still holding, ready to use at a moment’s notice. “Red Robin is already starting a search. But even though I have him on high alert, I doubt it’s Joker. Marinette and Adrien were both staying with you and Pamela, right?”
Heaving a sigh, Harley reluctantly lowered her bat and propped it up against a wall as Ivy fixed the doors that she had partially ripped off of their hinges. Luckily the door was all wood, so Ivy could actually work with it and get it back in its proper position and quality.
Truth be told, Ivy still had some issues equating her old nemesis Batman with her… actually fairly good image of Bruce Wayne. Sure, there was that one incident where she accidentally mistook the Wayne Enterprises tearing down rainforests thing as something Bruce had actually been a part of (spoiler, she later found out that it was done behind Bruce’s back and he had gotten some very tasty, if perfectly legal, justice against the people responsible) and almost killed his butler Alfred in the process of trying to get revenge for said rainforests…
But she made up for it later. That was all in the past, and Alfred… Well, he was never scared of her. But Ivy knew by now that if Alfred had truly held that old grievance against her, then she would likely be dead. The butler was not one to be underestimated.
Regardless, Harley was the one that figured out Batman’s identity first. In fact, Harley had figured it out even before fully separating from Joker. But Ivy’s fianceé was really good at keeping secrets when she wanted to be. Harley hadn’t even come clean and told Ivy about the Bat’s true identity until the week after they got engaged, a little over a year ago.
And Poison Ivy didn’t exactly have any legitimate reason to visit the Wayne Manor often, so she was still having problems seeing The Bat when she looked at the face of Bruce Wayne, the slightly airheaded but very well-meaning conservationist.
“That’s right,” Harley was answering Bruce as Ivy listened in. “We let her and Adrien sleep in the living room, we had tons of blankets and pillows laid out. Adrien said he’d never had a real sleepover before, and Frank was there to chaperone so we didn’t think much of it. But then this morning, Pam woke me up and said that Frank and the other plants in the house were sending up a silent alarm,” Harley looked back to Ivy, so she could explain better what the foliage had told her.
“I wasn’t panicked, at first,” she explained. “Frank and the flowers were all giggling, something about Marinette and Adrien sneaking off to the bathroom together. But that didn’t make sense to me, since they’re about as platonic as you can get. So I woke Harley up to investigate, and the bathroom was unlocked. No sign of the kids. Adrien’s bags are still at the apartment, but Marinette’s backpack and purse are gone.”
“Are ya sure this isn’t Joker, Bruce?” Harley asked softly, eyebrows pinched in worry. Theoretically, she should know best. After all, Harley spent more time alone with the joker than pretty much anyone else still alive. Hell, she used to be his fucking therapist. But Batman was the only one who could truly claim to know the guy, who actually had an idea how he behaved and how to predict his erratic actions to some degree. Harley trusted Bruce’s knowledge of Joker more than her own.
Bruce pursed his lips, but didn’t seem panicked. “I do have a theory,” he admitted slowly, briefly making eye contact with Damian. His youngest son quickly nodded, taking off at a brisk pace out of the room— probably to the Batcave. “But no, I don’t think this was Joker. Tim would have already texted Jason, though, so that’s two of them searching the city for her or any movements from Joker just in case. We do know that he’s more than capable of quick, silent kidnappings, but that was mostly when you helped him with them, Harley. With only himself and his usual thugs, he’s had to rely on brute strength more often than not when he wants to be intimidating. Sneaking into your apartment, or more specifically your bathroom, under not only you and Pamela’s nose, but also without any of the plants catching him first? Or your hyenas? Not a high possibility,” he shook his head.
“Then what’s your theory?” Ivy asked, eyes narrowed. Putting aside her old impressions about Bruce, she instead tried to focus on what she knew about Batman. And this was a pretty easy tell; Batman didn’t admit to having theories unless he was almost certain he was right. And even on the rare occasion that he’s wrong, he’s always at least close to the truth. Bruce frowned at her— and yeah, she recognized that frown even without the cowl. Ivy’s glare deepened. “Don’t get all stubborn on us now, Bats. This isn’t just anybody, if you have a theory about our daughter I wanna hear it.”
Harley straightened up a little, the confirmation that Bruce didn’t think this was related to Joker meant that she was able to relax a little. Enough for Ivy’s words to shoot straight through her heart, and she spun around to look at her fiancée while mouthing the words ‘our daughter’ silently. If Harley had a few happy tears in her eyes, nobody mentioned it.
Bruce’s frown stayed in place as he pulled his usual prolonged silence schtick. Harley (still a little starry eyed) and Ivy both waited him out patiently. They weren’t leaving his manor until they found out for sure where Marinette and Adrien were, so in their minds he could stall all he wanted. They weren’t moving an inch.
Eventually he seemed to realize this, and chose his words very, very carefully.
“… Marinette has actually been in contact with us, the Bat side of us,” he admitted evenly, drawing out the sentence almost too slowly. “Before you ask why, I’m getting there. According to her, there is a… situation, in France, that she is acting as a civilian aide for. Though upon closer investigation, it seems that Marinette is stepping slightly over the line of ‘civilian aide’ and into the territory of a more involved informant. She actually told us about an issue with the JLE that they were able to keep a secret from our main branch,” Bruce kept careful eye contact with both women as he spoke. “It seems that she had actually entered the WE scholastic competition as a plan to come here to Gotham behind your backs, for the primary purpose of requesting our aid with the situation in France. Again, we have done investigation into it over the past few days and have found everything to be legitimate. However—“ he held up a hand to stop Harley from saying whatever she was about to say. She looked angry, and Bruce didn’t want to hear it yet. “Before you accuse me of anything, let me make this very clear. She approached us for help, and we accepted. We are not involving her in our investigation beyond asking for whatever she already knows, and we are not putting her in the field in any way, shape, or form. We are still primarily focused on her safety while she is in Gotham, and anything we might do with the Paris situation will be handled from here on directly with the Parisian heroes that she has acted as an aide for up until now. And even though Marinette has not said anything about it, we do suspect that Adrien is also a civilian aide for the same heroes, if less involved because of his strict household.”
“…” Harley and Ivy shared a long look with each other, before Harley slowly let out a deep sigh. “I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. I have no idea how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie,” she turned from her fiancée and back to Bruce. “But you swear she’s not fightin’? Even with her training, she’s not goin’ out there in a mask like your kids?”
“Harley,” Bruce said evenly, letting himself even give her a small grin. “If your daughter ever becomes a hero or vigilante, you have my word that I’ll buy you and Pamela your own condo— no, mansion if you want one. In the diamond district if you want.”
“Get us a good yard,” Ivy instantly piped up. She shrugged when Harley shot her a dirty look. “What? Even if it’s not likely, we might as well be prepared. At this point, I’m not gonna think of anything as impossible when it comes to Marigold. She snuck away from the both of us without a hitch.”
Harley grumbled a little, conceding to that being true. “Anyway, Brucie,” she once again locked eyes with the billionaire. “What does all that have to do with Mari and Adrien sneaking out? You think they were giving those French heroes you mentioned a report or something? Why not come right back inside if that’s the case?”
Bruce shrugged. “We know that one of the Parisian heroes is capable of teleportation. It could be that they felt it best to have their discussion somewhere more secure than an apartment complex in Gotham City. Regardless, I’ll head out on patrol right now with Red Robin and Red Hood if you want to be extra careful. Robin is already on the computer monitoring the internet feeds and cameras. The two of you should go back home immediately,” his face got very serious very quickly. “The thing that worries me more than Marinette and Adrien sneaking out, is Joker noticing that you guys left your house in such a hurry. If he starts asking questions about why you both came to visit me in such a frenzy, with weapons and powers on display…”
Harley and Ivy immediately grimaced. They’d have to come up with a cover story, the Gotham underground was full of dirty gossips that would spread word of their weird behavior in no time if they hadn’t already.
“We’ll tell Marinette and Adrien to steer clear of our apartment for a while, and to act as if they don’t know us if they see us,” Ivy assured Bruce. “Until we know for sure that things have cooled down, we’ll keep more distance.”
Bruce nodded. “That’s for the best, for now. No visits to her hotel, either. I shouldn’t have to tell you that any connection between you and where the class is staying is far too risky. If you have to, say that Damian tried to steal one of your pets again, Harley. It would hardly be the first time.”
“He’s not getting Joe, no matter how much he offers me!” Harley immediately yelled back, arms crossed.
“You’ve tried to steal his pets too, Harley. Don’t act innocent,” and suddenly Ivy was entirely disillusioned. Bruce looked exactly like every other tired dad all of a sudden, the bags under his eyes more obvious than ever and the long suffering look on his face provoking sympathy. This guy was Batman? This tired old dad who had way too many kids and not enough patience in the world for their shit?
Actually, wait, no. That description fit Batman perfectly nowadays.
Slowly, a large shit-eating smirk overtook Ivy’s lips as her eyes landed on Harley. Everything made sense now.
“I told you that Robin was your arch enemy.”
—*—*—*—*—*
“Your mother and Bonus Mom are totally gonna kill us,” Chat Noir hissed as he ducked behind a chimney. Ladybug joined him half a second later, swiping her yo-yo in a rush and snapping it open so that she could snatch the glasses stored inside. She sent him a frenzied glare.
“I know that! You don’t think I know that? We need a cover story!” She shot right back. She called on the transformation that merged the Horse and the Ladybug, biting her lip for a moment. “I’ll call the portal a short distance away, so we can plan on the walk back to the apartment.”
Chat Noir grimaced, reaching out to stop her before she could call on the horse’s ability.
“Hold on, is that a good idea?” He asked, eyebrows pulled low over his domino mask in concern. “This is— you know what it’s like there,” he barely stopped himself before he could say anything too telling about their destination. You never knew who was listening. “What if we accidentally go somewhere that lands us right in the lap of you-know-who?”
Ladybug cringed at the mere image of that. Not only the fact that it would mean ending up in Joker’s lap, exactly where she was trying to avoid ending up, but also the fact that Chat Noir’s scenario would mean Joker finding out about Ladybug’s abilities. Teleportation not being the least of them.
“… I’ll keep the location near the apartment,” she offered, still considering their options. “H— they control that area, and you-know-who holds pretty much no power there. If we stay within their territory, we stand a better chance of being okay.”
“But it’s not a guarantee,” Chat Noir pressed. “Why can’t we just teleport straight in and explain everything to them?”
Ladybug froze, and slowly turned her head so she could level her partner with the most deadpan glare possible.
“…Not even ten years ago they were both still wanted criminals.”
“Annnnd?”
“Neither of them control their emotions, and you know Mom is overprotective. There’s no way telling them the truth ends well, not before HawkMoth is dealt with. Even out of our costumes we can protect ourselves against most idiots who might try anything against us. I’ll double check that our landing spot is clear and within the boundaries of their territory, and it’ll be fine.”
Chat Noir ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t like it, but he knew that Ladybug had a point. Until HawkMoth was taken down, it was safest to keep their identities on a very strict need-to-know basis. Right now her moms didn’t need to know. If either of them came to Paris and became a target… he shuddered at the mere thought. They hadn’t needed Akumatization to become extremely dangerous terrorists before, the addition of an akuma to either of them would be nightmare fuel at best.
That settled, Ladybug focused so that she could create a portal that led somewhere safe. Leaping through it led to both heroes almost soundlessly landing in the shadowed space between a wall, a dumpster, and a pile of trash bags. After a quick glance around to assure that no windows had a view of them and nobody was around, they both allowed their transformations to slide off and adjusted back to the Gotham gloom.
“Alright,” Marinette whispered to Adrien. “I think I know the way back from here. Before we get going; any ideas for an alibi?”
The blond boy tilted his head, thinking. Either way they had to go back to the apartment, he had left his stuff there. Just as he opened his mouth to reply he was cut off by another voice in the alleyway.
“Those idiots’ll neva find me here!” The familiar knockoff-Boston accent drawled softly, followed by a faint chuckle. Someone snapped their fingers. “Ey, you’re supposed to be watchin’ for bats! Long as we stick ta Harley and Ivy’s neighborhood, we don’t gotta worry ‘bout other rogues. You! Help me find a place for us ta crash!”
Slowly, Marinette closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that it silently hit the wall behind them. Adrien looked like he was struggling to decide whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
Of course they’d end up in the same alleyway that Duella Dent decided to turn down before they could move out of it. The rogue-wannabe had lost the bats after her failed museum heist, but all of her loot had been confiscated and returned to the museum. She was broke and on the run. And, apparently, once again placed right in Marinette’s way.
Apparently the woman wasn’t in any hurry to find a new place to hide. Being in Harley and Ivy’s territory afforded some minor safety, enough for her to send two of her thugs out to find somewhere to hide and keep her last non-incarcerated thug on lookout. Meanwhile Duella herself plopped down on a slightly soggy crate and lit a cigarette, deciding that it was the perfect time for a smoke break.
Marinette and Adrien turned to each other, doing their best to communicate solely through facial expressions. Of course, being best friend and hero partners for several years allowed this to go… somewhat smoothly.
Marinette grimaced and flicked her eyes to where Duella was smoking, before looking back at Adrien and raising both her eyebrows. Adrien shrugged, glancing out at Duella and her lazy lookout before pointing to himself and then raising his eyebrows in return. A little more back and forth, and something approximating a plan was made.
Adrien jumped out of their hiding place. The little show off even did a front flip, landing right in a puddle that splashed all over Duella and soaked her now useless (and unhygienic) cigarette.
“Hey, didn’t see you guys here!” Adrien said chipperly, hands on his hips and a large smile on his face. Something not many people knew or seemed to talk about often was Adrien’s talent with languages. And not even just languages, but accents as well. He took to new languages and accents like a fish to water, so much so that he could fool even people that saw his billboards every day into thinking he wasn’t French.
And right then? The contrary little shit took full advantage of his talent and used a perfect Metropolis accent. His back was to Marinette so he couldn’t see her face palm at that.
“You know,” Adrien continued even as Duella stood up and her thug tried to approach him from behind threateningly. “You really should try to stay hidden better. A kid could just stumble on you like I did and tell the bats! Or the cops. Wouldn’t that just rain on your parade?” He held up his phone and wiggled it in the air to punctuate his point.
The thug took that moment to try and lunge for the phone, but Adrien had been keenly aware of the man behind him and easily danced out of the way. “Oh, are we playing tag? You’re it!” The thug lunged again, and Adrien just used the man’s broad shoulders as a platform to plant his hands and flip right over the guy’s head.
“Gotta be faster than that!” The only warning Adrien got was the sound of something flying through the air, but he heard it just in time to throw himself to the ground. Right above where he had just been, a bright yellow orb exploded in a fiery display of both flame and glitter. He winced at how he had almost been hit by that bomb, before another sound made him roll out of the way of Duella’s foot aimed at his head.
Marinette would give Duella only one good point. The woman knew how to fight acrobatically. Marinette even found herself begrudgingly making mental notes on some of the moves Duella pulled off, hating that the wannabe actually had skill.
Adrien was at a slight disadvantage considering he had to fight two criminals at once without any powers, and couldn’t even risk showing off his full skill since he didn’t want them to get too suspicious of him. And yet even with the metaphorical Training Wheels of Misdirection on, he was still able to slam a random piece of metal that was probably from an old AC unit on the back of the thug’s head and knock him out.
With the numbers now even, Marinette flew out of her hiding space to land on Duella’s back. The added unexpected weight sent the fledgling rogue face-first into a Gotham Alleyway puddle, filling Marinette with petty satisfaction even as she slammed her elbow into the back of Duella’s head. Of course, she immediately pulled Duella’s unconscious body out of the puddle afterwards— they didn’t wanna kill the idiot. But she didn’t make any moves to dry the woman off.
“Nice,” Adrien complimented as he dusted his hands off, faint French accent back in it’s rightful place in his voice. He held out his fist, earning an eye roll and a fist-bump from his friend before the two of them started to make their way out of the alley.
“There you are!” The new voice made both of them slide back into combat stances on reflex, before they could make out the very clear sight of Red Robin on a nearby rooftop and relaxed. He jumped down to join them on the ground, stopping for a second when he saw the two unconscious bodies also down there.
He blinked, then decided he had more important things to focus on.
“Ivy and Harley noticed you guys were gone,” he informed them both. The two teens instantly tensed, and Red Robin’s frown wasn’t helping. “They immediately ran to Batman in a panic. We’re pretty sure the gotham underground knows about their panic by now, everyone’s a secret gossip. Your orders are to lay low, pretend you don’t know them and not to return to the apartment.”
“But—“ Adrien started, only to be cut off by Red Robin again.
“Don’t worry, I already got your stuff and dropped it off in your hotel room. But neither of you are off the hook. Batman covered for you, so now he wants me to bring the both of you to the Batcave for a much needed Talk.”
Marinette and Adrien shared a glance, Marinette grimacing while Adrien looked… slightly excited?
“On one condition,” Adrien held up a finger. “Teach me how to do the disappearing trick?”
He’d never really been a people person—growing up in Crime Alley does something to your sense of trust—and he largely prefers books to the company of others. There had been few exceptions to this rule before his death, and even less afterward.
He knows how to maneuver himself around others; growing up with Bruce had led him to become intimately familiar with the ins-and-outs of Gotham’s higher class, but he hates their plastic smiles, hates how everyone hides their intentions behind grandiose acts and saccharine words.
They peacock and parade about, flashing their opulence in displays of false magnanimity. Every socialite dons a perfectly curated mask—and it could be considered hypocritical for him to condemn such an act, but Court of Owls aside, none of them wear the same kind.
Despite his misgivings, he’s tried to let people in, from the stilted relationship he has with Bruce and the rest of his family, stitched together with fraying threads of a five-year-old’s poor handiwork, the camaraderie he’d built with the Outlaws since coming back to life, the pigtailed teenager from Paris he’d met a few years back and claimed as his little sister.
But through it all, his dislike of high society and stuffy galas remain. Despite the capacious size of the ballroom, the environment is stifling. It’s bustling with splendor and the kind of people his alter ego would label as targets. Sure, there are a few he’s impartial to, but he can’t look anywhere without seeing at least one unethical, sleazy magnate.
He tugs on the lapel of his suit, trying to abate some of his discomfort, but he still feels smothered. The girl that’s been chatting off his ear for the last five minutes doesn’t help, her words running a mile a minute. She’s not bad company, per se, but with each passing second she seems to lean closer, her ringlets nearly brushing against his arm.
Normally, Jason has no problem telling people to fuck off, for lack of a better term. But he’d recognized her as the daughter of some important businessman and reluctantly decided to entertain her as a courtesy to Bruce. You owe me, old man. If Jason was going to suffer, he might as well get something out of it.
He doesn’t speak unless prompted, giving answers long enough to be considered socially acceptable but curt enough to lack anything of substance. It seemed to work fine at first, but he can tell his company is trying to prompt longer reponses out of him. Her questions are more direct, more thought-provoking. He doesn’t have any qualms with that particular aspect, but he’d like them more if they came from a book.
There’s a strange silence, and Jason looks down to realize that the girl is now blinking at him questioningly. Ah, shit. What did she ask?
Before he can even begin to respond, a whirlwind of fluffy pink comes barreling towards him. Marinette halts right in front of him, ruffled from her run over. “Emergency,” she pants, and pulls him along with surprising strength. Even knowing all of her exploits as Ladybug, the ease with which she manhandles him still catches him off-guard. His protective instincts are on in an instant, though, and he trails after her, not even casting a backwards glance.
She pulls him out of the ballroom and into a secluded hallway, scanning around them before finally dropping his hand. Marinette relaxes, but Jason is on the alert. He turns to her, doing a once-over to make sure she’s okay.
“What’s wrong? Who do I have to fight?”
She doesn’t lookparticularly distressed anymore, but, well. Fighting an emotional terrorist in your formative years does something to your ability to emote properly. And since she’d mentioned something about an emergency, it was an obvious conclusion.
“Calm down, Rambo.”
Jason does notcalm down, but he does take a hand off his belt. The motion draws Marinette’s eyes.
“ Wait, is that a gun? Jason, why do you have a gun at a formal event?” she hisses.
“Relax, Cupcake. It’s called being prepared. And besides, it’s myformal event.” He accompanies his statement with a head pat because he just can’t resist. Marinette glowers up at him.
“Uh huh,” she deadpans.
“Hey, Bruce wanted me to be here. If he gets mad, it’s his own fault. He shoulda specified no guns.”
“Yeah, it’s not like he has a rule against lethal firearms or anything,” Marinette retorts, but she’s smiling. Jason smiles back, though his looks are significantly more roguish than hers.
“Really though, what’s wrong? You did say there was an emergency.” No jokes nor quips—he seems genuinely worried. Marinette shoves his shoulder gently, rolling her eyes.
“The only catastrophe was clearly you couldn’t wait to get out of there while talking to that girl. You’re welcome for the save, by the way.”
Jason’s initial reaction was one of indignance, then an affectionate stirring in his chest.
“Aw shucks, Pixie, I knew I was your favorite sibling.” He ruffles her hair, ignoring her splutters of “This took me an hour to do!” and “‘Shucks?’ Since when did you become Southern?”
Marinette scowls up at him as she pats down her hair and smooths down her dress, trying to preserve some semblance of dignity after his attack on her person. Jason chuckles right back. Despite knowing full well that she can drop-kick him at any moment, she looks about as threatening as a hamster with its cheeks stuffed full of food.
“D’ya wanna go bother Timbers? We can laugh at his suffering together.”
Tim, unlike Jason, has CEO responsibilities and is therefore obligated to mingle with the attendees. Not even a frantic, panicked girl can get him out of it.
“You’re horrible,” Marinette says, but she places her hand in his palm anyway. Jason can see her eyes alight with mirth as he pulls her along, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. He returns it easily, and it stays on his face for the rest of the night.
Jason may be a loner, but Marinette is an exception.
The planet Miracul was a beautiful planet full of magic and energy
The planet was home to the most powerful magical artifacts in all of magix (the magic dimension)
These artifacts were call the miraculous each held the ability to call powerful spirits to help the one who possess their artifact
The miraculous were guarded by the royal family generation after generation, it was their duty to make sure that the miraculous never fell into the wrong hands
It was to this family that Princess Marinette was born into with King Roland, Queen Clarisse, and the 5 year old Prince Jason
All loved the newest member of the family especially the young prince Jason
Jason: Is she going to be a fairy like you are mommy?
Clarisse: Yes dear, she most likely will. She’ll be the fairy of energy like me
Roland: And if she’s not a fairy you and I will teach her everything we know about fighting, right son?
Jason: Right dad! But until then I promise I’ll protect her! Together we’re going to be the best guardians of the miraculous yet! Right Marinette?
Marinette let out a giggle in response which Jason took as a yes
In the next months Jason was practically glued to his sister if not in lessons
He could always get her to stop crying and was always able to calm her down
The people also loved their prince and princess they knew that the future of Miracul was in good hands with those two
The kingdom was at peace for 6 months after Marinette was born, but then the Dark Ones attacked
The Dark Ones was a group of evil witches and wizards who want to take the powers of the miraculous for themselves and use that power to take over the magix dimension
Roland and Clarisse fought bravely with their allies, friends, and people of Miracul, but it was not enough
So with a heavy heart they sent their two children away
The hallway of the castle was in chaos as Queen Clarisse lead her son through the castle trying to get him to the magic portal
The palace shook as another attack hit their home
They were almost to the portal when Clarisse heard screams from down the hall
She knew what that meant. It meant that the Dark Ones had gotten into the palace and that she needed to protect her children at all cost
Queen Clarisse bent down so she was eye level with her son
Clarisse: Jason I need you to take Marinette to the portal room. You two need to go through the portal to somewhere safe. Do you understand?
Jason: Yes mommy
Clarisse: Good, take your sister and keep her safe
Clarisse hand Marinette, wrapped in her baby blanket that had her name stitched on it, over the Jason
Clarisse: I love you my children, I will always love you
Jason: I love you too mommy
The mother and son took off in opposite directions, Clarisse going to defend her home and Jason going to save his sister
As Jason made it to the portal room he ran to the portal
Jason *whispering*: Please send us somewhere safe
As Jason was about to step into the portal one of the Dark Ones blasted their way into the room. The shock wave sent Jason flying to the side of the room
Dark One: Well well lucky me I can take care of both royal brats with one blow
Jason shakily stood up: I will never let you hurt my sister
Dark One: We’ll see about that
The Dark one shot a blast at the twin children but Jason dodge desperate to get back to the portal and get his sister to safety
Jason was just about the jump through the portal when he felt something wrap around his waist. Jason looked down to see and energy rop wrapped around him
At that moment Jason knew what he had to do
Jason looking down at Marinette: I love you Marinette
With that Jason gently put Marinette into the portal
Dark One: NO!! WHERE IS SHE?!? WHERE DID YOU SEND HER?!?
Jason turning around: Some where you’ll never find her!
The Dark One let out a scream in frustration letting the energy rope disperse and sent a energy blast at Jason that hit him in the head and sent him flying through the portal
Dark One: NO!!!
It was then that the damage to the castle was too much and the portal was crushed by the falling ceiling making it so the Dark Ones would not be able to follow the young siblings
That day the kingdom of Miracul fell its people and royal family seemed to disappear in a single day
Only a small group of the King and Queen closest allies were able to escape, but none were able to say how
The kingdom of Miracul and the Miraculous themselves were lost, but the Dark Ones were also destroyed in the attack
It was a rainy day in Gotham, one of the biggest cities in the Magix dimension and a major hub of travel with all the major schools located around or near the city when Bruce Wayne, a teacher for Red Fountain a school for hero’s, and his 8 year old adopted son Dick Grayson, found Jason in and ally way with a new white streak in his hair
Jason was taken into the family after an extensive search for his family
Made harder because Jason couldn’t remember anything except for his own name
The Wayne’s could only find out one thing about Jason that he was from the planet Miracul and as far as anyone knew the only survivor from that dark day
On a planet far from the others of the magix dimension named Earth in the city of Paris Marinette was found on a pile of flour sacks by a pair of bakers named Tom and Sabine Dupen-Cheng
The two bakers fell instantly in love with the young baby girl and her big blue eyes
They did everything they could to find the girl’s family but it seemed they just didn’t exist
So they took in Marinette, keeping her name the same
As Marinette grew older she developed a love for fashion and design
Marinette was always so energetic and whenever her parents’ machines would die all Marinette had to do was touch them and it was like a new life would be put in them
Everything seemed perfectly normal until one night when Marinette was 16 she found a dark skinned girl fight what could only be described as a ogre and a group of nasty looking bugs in the park across from her home
Marinette could tell that the girl was in trouble so she grabbed a near by branch and ran into the battle
Marinette: How about you pick on somebody your own size
Marinette ran up to the ogre and smashed the branch over his head
The branch broke in two on impact
Ogre turning to face Marinette: Hey that hurt!
The girl: Well this is going to hurt a lot more
The girl shot what looked to be a orange energy beam at the ogre
The big bug like creatures started to surround Marinette
Marinette: Hey get away from me!
Suddenly a pink, electricity like, energy shot from Marinette hands zapping the monsters away
Ogre: Oh no not another fairy I got to get out of here!
The ogre opened what looked like a portal and he and the remaining bug like creatures ran through it
The girl: Wow girl you have some major winx
Marinette: What are you talking about what were those things
The girl introduced herself as Alya daughter to a noble family on a planet called Zenith
Marinette invited the girl to stay with her family so she could rest up a bit
Marinette explains to her parents that her friend just needed a place to stay for the night
Of course they agreed not having the heart to turn away the girl
Alya told Marinette everything she new about magic and the magix dimension
She even told Marinette about the school she was going to called Alfea, one of the best schools for fairies
As the girl’s talked Alya convinced Marinette to come with her and train her powers
Marinette felt like she was in a dream
But there was only one problem
How was they going to convince her parents to let her attend a school on another planet, or at least the magic actually exists
It took a lot of effort but once Alya actually took them to Alfea they had no choice but to believe the girls
They didn’t want to hold their daughter back from her full potential
They tried to go in to talk to the headmistress, Ms. Faragonda, to get Marinette registered but because they were not magical beings they couldn’t enter the campus
Marinette promise her parents she would talk to the headmistress and be out as soon as possible with her
Ms. Faragonda did not know what to think of this small girl who claim to be from Earth and a fairy
There hadn’t been fairies on Earth for hundreds of years, so how could Marinette be one
Faragonda could sense the magic radiating off Marinette
She hadn’t felt this much energy since Clar-
No it was better not to go there, even the thought was impossible
But Faragonda couldn’t get the thought out of her head especially after meeting Marinette’s “birth parents” and sensing absolutely no magical energy in either of them
But either way Marinette was accepted into the school with all the other first year fairies
Marinette was in the same dorm room as Alya along with three other girls
Alix a Fairy of the Wind, Rose a Fairy of Nature, and Julika a Fairy of Music
The girls soon became close friends
Marinette made another close friend with one of the teacher’s, Ms. Graham de Vanily, nephews Adrien
Adrien was studying at Red Fountain, but really wanted to be a sorcerer, but his father would never let him transfer to a different school
Marinette believed that people should be able to follow their dreams so she offer to teach him everything she learned about magic
Adrien agreed immediately and soon the two became closer than ever
Alya and Rose loved to tease Marinette that her and Adrien would end up together but Marinette didn’t have those types of feeling for Adrien
Marinette took her studies very seriously
She was determined to show everybody that she belonged at the school
One the hardest tasks was getting her wings
It like it came second nature to her friends
Alya would transform into an orange and white crop top and skirt combo with oval shaped white wings
Alix would transform into a blue and white romper with sharp looking blue wings
Julika transformed into a lavender dress with darker shade of purple wings that were cresent shape
And Rose would transform into a pink dress with white capti leggings with a lighter shade of pink wings that were shaped like leaves
Marinette wasn’t able to transform until she and Adrien ran into a pushy witch who wouldn’t leave Adrien alone until Marinette stepped in
That seemed to anger the witch who turned all her negative attention onto Marinette
With the incentive of staying alive and Marinette was able to transform into red dress with little black sparkles with pale blue wings
A couple of good energy blast from Marinette scared the witch away in no time
Marinette did meet somebody she was very much interested in when Adrien introduced her and her friends to his friends at Red Fountain
They were all able to meet up on a school holiday called Founders Day
Adrien waving his arms to get the girls’ attention: Hey over here you guys
Marinette seeing Adrien: Look guys there’s Adrien
Marinette ran over to Adrien wrapping him up in a hug
Adrien: I’m glad I can finally introduce you girls to my friends.
Alya: And we can’t wait to meet your friends
Adrien: Guys I would like to introduce Nino, my best friend besides Marinette, Jon, and Damian they are go to Red Fountain with
Rose: It’s very nice to meet you guys!
Marinette: Adrien has told me so much about you all
Jon jumping in to shake Marinette’s hand: And Adrien has told us so much about you!
Damian stepping in: Jon leave the poor girl alone. Hello I’m Damian Wayne it’s a pleasure to meet you
Damian grabbed Marinette’s hand and place a kiss on her knuckles
Marinette could fell heat rush to her cheeks
Marinette could hear Rose squeal about how romantic the gesture was
Alya: So are y'all going to be participating in the big race
Nino: Jon and Damian are I’m actually going to be the DJ of the event
Alya: Oh really? Can I interview for my blog? I’m doing a big piece about the event
Nino: Sure dudette! How about you come with me while I set up, you can ask all the questions you want and still be able to watch the race
Alya: Sounds great! I’ll see y'all later!
Adrien: So are any of you going to be participating in the race?
Marinette: Alix is, she’s on the practice track right now
Jon: Oh really should we be worried
Rose: Well she is a Fairy of the Wind so I’d say yes
Julika: Speed is literally part of her powers
Rose spotting some flowers: Oh look at this flowers! Let’s go check it out Julika!
Rose grabbed Julika’s arm and dragged her away
Marinette laughing: Rose in a nature fairy so she is very into plants
Adrien: I hope she doesn’t get too distracted Alix would hate if they missed the race
Marinette: Julika wouldn’t let her miss it! We all know how much this means to Alix
Damian with a faux look of hurt on his face: Oh does that mean you won’t be cheering for us
Jason popping up beside Damian: and why would she cheer for you Demon Spawn when she could be cheering me on
Damian: Oh no
Marinette giggling: Demon Spawn?
Damain: That is my idiot brothers’ awful attempt at as a joke
Dick popping up on the other side of Damian: Aww that hurts Baby Bird
Damian: Will you stop with the nicknames
Tim popping up behind Marinette and putting his hands on her shoulders: Yeah guys your embarrassing him in front of this lovely lady.
Damian: Don’t you have a wall to crash into or something
Jason: Well that’s not very nice. How about you introduce us to your lovely lady friend
Damian just glared at his intruding brothers
Adrien stepping in: Actually this is Marinette, she’s the fairy that’s been teaching me magic
Adrien: Marinette, these are the Wayne boys they’re all adopted by are hand to hand combat teacher, Bruce Wayne, well all except Damian. He’s Bruce’s birth son. That’s Dick Grayson he’s the oldest and right now he’s a student teacher at Red Fountain. Jason Todd and Tim Drake, they’re both juniors.
Jason: The best Juniors!
A horn was blown over the speaker system
Jon: That’s the signal for the racers to get ready we better go
Jason grabbing Damian in a headlock: Come on Demon Spawn let’s go
Damian: Release me Todd!!!
Jon blushing: I guess I better be going
Adrien also blushing: I’ll be rooting for you Jon
As the boys walked away Marinette looked and Adrien with a smug smile on her face
Marinette: So does the little sorcerer in training have a crush on a hero?
Adrien: Oh shut up! Don’t think I didn’t see you blushing at Damian back there
The race was one of the most exciting things Marinette had ever seen
Alix won the race which she promptly rubbed into the Wayne boys’ faces
They took it in good stride and demanded a rematch
After the race there was a dance
Damain and Marinette spent the whole dance together, dancing and talking about anything and everything
As the school year went on the girls got closer to the Red Fountain boys
Soon they were spending every weekend in Gotham hanging out together as one big group
Marinette never missed and opportunity to tease Adrien about Jon
And Adrien made sure to return the favor by teasing Marinette about Damian
It was nearing the end of the school year and that meant finals were coming up
The Red Fountain boys had to do an obstacle course with different teams depending on which grade the boys were in
The girls were able to watch the boys finales and they all did very well
Damian was determined to impress Marinette with his skills
He wanted to make a lasting impression on her and maybe ask her out when he and the rest of their friends go to Earth to visit
Sadly Alfea did not allow the boys to watch their friends’ finals
For the girls they had to enter a virtual reality chamber and bring and a “dead” planet back to life
The planet was chosen randomly by the chamber itself
Marinette was the last one to go and much to Faragonda’s surprise planet chosen for Marinette was Miracul
Miracul was never chosen by the chamber before
Marinette didn’t know what to think of the planet that was chosen for her
It was cold and dark frozen waste land
Marinette started by spreading seeds around that only needed magic to grow
With the plants growing Marinette started to try and warm the planet by parting the clouds and letting sunshine in
It was a lot of work, but Marinette was able to do it
She was almost complete when she started to hear a voice calling her name
The Voice: Marinette, Marinette. Come to me Marinette!
Marinette followed the strange voice as it beckoned her into a cave
The Voice: Marinette come fulfill your duty. Protect the Miraculous
Marinette: What’s a Miraculous?
The Voice: Come Marinette
As Marinette drew closer to the voice she found was a black ring with a green paw on it.
The Voice: Take this and keep it safe. Don’t let anybody know you have this.
Marinette couldn’t explain it but she followed the voice’s comands
She hid the ring in her pocket and complete her exam
Which she passed with flying colors
As Marinette said goodbye to her friends the ring still sat in her pocket safe from any prying eyes
As Marinette stepped through the portal back to Earth she couldn’t help but feel like something big was about to begin
In a dark cave somewhere in the Magix universe the spirits of the Dark Ones gathered
Dark One: Do you feel that?
Dark One: It’s a Miraculous!
Dark One: the Miraculous were lost along with Miracul!
Dark One: They must have only been hidden!
Dark Ones: Only somebody from Miracul’s royal line could bring a Miraculous out of hiding!
Dark One: We must find this person and get them to bring us all the Miraculous!
Dark One: And we’ll do that with some help from our coven
As the Dark One said that a light is shined silhouetting the still alive members of the Dark Ones coven
Lila: Dont worry ancient ones we’ll get the Miraculous and destroy whoever the remaining member of the Miracul royal line is!
Please don’t hate me for the cliff Hanger but it was the Perfect place to end part 1. I hope you like it!
Marinette: Hey Bruce, Jay, *shudders* Damian. Guess what I drove today!
Jason: where too?
Marinette: the post office, Tim needed to drop off some packages, and Alfred was busy! *Smiles*
Bruce: That’s good. I was thinking you went somewhere better than that though
Marinette: No, where would I go?
Jason: The world is your oyster.
Marinette: And my room is the best part of it
The others:…
Marinette: Plus at home I have Netflix, HBO, and Hulu!
Marinette: and my sewing supplies and WiFi!
Bruce *annoyed by his daughter’s not wanting to ever leave the house*: I guess.
Marinate: Also what would I do, look around Target for fun? I’m not Dick
*Jason and Damian try not to laugh*
Marinette: If I was gonna go out I’d like to do something like see a movie, fight a dragon, or take over the world
Bruce *he’s trying*: you could go feed some ducks?
*Jason losing it and Damian getting hopeful eyes of feeding ducks*
Marinette *stares at B unimpressed*:huh
Bruce *really trying*: the ducks are hungry?
I love the idea that Dick just walks around target like a basic white girl. Maybe a Starbucks frappe-chino (?) in his hand. Also just like the last Incorrect Quote I made this was inspired by a conversation I had with my dad.
Marinette: *in the group chat* This morning I helped Alfred take out the trash. Jason:Okay?Damian: ‘akhtaa why is this important Dick: where are you going with this Tim: *slurps coffee* Bruce:….Marinette: When I come back inside I decide that I want a Pop-Tart Marinette: *sends image of an opened unfrosted Pop-Tart* What kind of bullshit is this!!! I deserve a frosted Pop-Tart! Not this abomination!!! Jason: I have no words pix Damian: That was mine Dick:languageTim: of course that’s your’s brat Bruce: *So done with his kids antics*
