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Risks and Promises

“The child was never much more than an inconvenience.”

The words Mistress Al Ghul had said served to soften her son’s leaving anxiety while increasing hers by a tenfold.

9 words. That was all it took for him to turn away. Their rivalry since age three, their friendship since age five, their love…

There was no blood to stain her skin and yet she felt like she had been shot in the chest and left to rot away.

There was no point in screaming of pain. Nobody would care to hear her anyway.

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With all of the books provided in the library she had only ever chosen to read the same one no matter how much Damian teased her for it.

Tales of concepts immortalised into gods only to be reduced to a being smaller than her hand. The stories of jewels acting as a bridge between Kwami and Human only for a select few to be allowed the chance to carry god-like powers on their quests. The legends of a temple tucked into the Alps of Tibet only to be revealed to those who know what to look for.

Her heart told her to go there, and she trusted it no matter how bruised it was.

Her small size and silent footsteps made it easy to escape the quarters of Nanda Parbat into the vast dessert surrounding it.

Her Luck allowed her to remain unseen.

Her resourcefulness carried her through on her journeys.

Her determination pulled her to the top of mountains.

But her doubts returned when she was met with snow covered ruins and a short, elderly man sat atop a fallen tree log.

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“You look rather lonely.” The man states, vision not leaving the shattered remains of his old home.

“A world alone is a safer one.” The girl replies starting to walk away.

“…but a world of risk leads the possibility for adventure.”

The child turned around only for her curious blue eyes to see the man’s back again; she found herself slightly amused. Soundlessly she joined the man on the large tree log, the outcome being a new silent alliance being made.

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“It was always too risky.” The girl muttered as she clung onto the lifeless body of her adoptive grandfather, uncaring of the floating Gods who grieved with her.

The pain returned again.

At least this time Marinette can scream.

A/N

I had an idea for a cool maribat fic but I'm already in the middle of another so I wrote a one shot to cope :’ ) Idk if I’ll continue it but hopefully if I have the time I can make it a multi chapter fic??? Idk. I’m biting off more than I can chew. Sorry about the rant but ignoring that how are you today? You don’t have to respond but I do hope you on the other side of the screen is doing well and if you aren’t then I hope you do soon!

I hope you are staying safe and (trying to) stay happy.

- Heems <3

#angst #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #master fu #oneshot #for now???

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I started a sequel to the first fic I made (The events on a Saturday Morning on AO3 and Tumblr) and I have started uploading a sequel to AO3. Although it is NOWHERE near finished I decided to put the link on my tumblr for people who asked if I would be creating a sequel!

Updates won’t be easy since I plan to make this fic longer than it’s previous counterpart however I will try to at least get each one out within a fortnight at most! (hopefully weekly if finals get cancelled)

I hope anyone reading this is staying safe and (trying to stay) happy!

- Heems 💛

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Original Characters Additional Tags: Social Media, Twitter, Fluff, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug is Called MDC, Mominette, Dadamian, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Lives in Gotham City, Soft Damian Wayne Series: Part 2 of Unexpected Mornings and Abnormal Evenings Summary:

After 19 years of life, Marinette can now happily say that she is happy. While she still has some spouts of anxiety and stress, her problems have decreased exponentially after she moved across the Atlantic. In her relatively short lifetime, she had been named the guardian of tiny gods, fallen in love with an ex-assassin turned hero and defeated a supervillain with a thing for butterflies and jewellery.

And yet this crying child on her boyfriend’s doorstep has her stumped.

#maribat #maridami

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And yet this crying child on her boyfriend's doorstep has her stumped.

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Cassinette for the win

Lol I’m procrastinating again.

Random Fic idea:

Cassinette acting like a sweet married couple but are two chaotic gremlins in disguise

Situation 1: The coffee incident.

“WHO TOOK MY COFFEE?!”

Tim was not dealing with his family’s antics today. He had 2 cases he was determined to finish and the Marketing branch of WE had called to ask him so many questions he was tempted to throw his phone out of the window. All he wanted to do was have a nice cup of painfully dark coffee to give him energy and yet all of it was gone.

All. Of. It. Including his multiple stashes which nobody, to his knowledge, should know about.

It couldn’t have been Alfred. The man would’ve just replace all of the coffee beans with decaf or drugged him so he could sleep. Bruce, while being decently worried for his health, also wouldn’t put that much effort into hiding it all so that just left his siblings.

Angrily the young CEO stormed up the stairs ready to interrogate his brothers all while not noticing two figures hiding in the shadows drinking out of his 2 favourite mugs.

Situation 2: DamiJon.

Jonathan Kent was over the moon. Damian-grumpy-as-frick-Wayne had said yes to a date with him. Granted they hadn’t had time to discuss where to but the 15 year old was still ecstatic! Where would Damian want to go? While most romantic dates he’s heard of happen in movie theatres, that probably wasn’t Damian’s scene. Maybe they could go to a cafe! A cat cafe! D does love anim-

*Ding*

Interrupting his train of thought, Jon checked his phone to see where the notification had come from.

~Marinette 🐞~

Hi! Are you free to meet with me and Cass quickly at the manor?

“Well this is unusual” Jon had thought. While he was friendly with both women he had only ever talked to them when Damian was around. Though he was free for the next hour....

~Jon 🌈~

Sure! I’ll be there in 10 seconds.

...While Jon still ended up dating Damian he couldn’t ever sit still when Cass or Mari where in the room. To this day Damian still doesn’t know why.

Well that’s all the creativity I’ve got for today. Hope someone on the other side of the screen enjoyed this mess <3

- Heems 💛

#maribat #cassinette #idk what this is #i should do my homework #ft. scared Jon

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This fic is actually amazing. Please may I be added to the tag list? 💛

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 3

Damian Al Ghul is the most beautiful baby Marianne has ever seen. Not that she’s seen a lot of newborns, but something inside of her knew no one would be as cute as her little brother. He was very tiny and that only encouraged her more than ever to protect him. Her mother thought it adorable, that if not training she was always at his side. Her grandfather thought it useful, like a bodyguard to protect his so expected heir. As a baby, he couldn’t do much yet, but she liked his company. It was rewarding to see him staring at her with those beautiful green eyes when she talked to him about her day.

They grew up together, so it was only natural that they would train together. Marianne loved it when they would train or fight together, it was another excuse to be around her baby brother. Since birth, he has always been very bright, and very skillful. He’s only seven when he is allowed a solo mission, and she remembers how she begged her mother to allow her to accompany him, just to make sure he’ll be alright. The punishment she received from her grandfather was enough for her to never ask again. But as Damian had proved more than capable to handle every kind of situation thrown his way, she wasn’t so anxious anymore when he would leave for missions. But that didn’t mean she didn’t worry.

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They have their own crackhead energy 😌✊(Idk what kind of bust this is to have the whole fam there) song: Mr. Blue sky

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I LOVEEEE!!! 💖💖💖

Claiming Ones Own

Cross posted on my AO3. Thank you again @boldlyanxious for your encouragement.

Decided that there wasn't enough Cass and Marinette fics and finally got this concept out my head and written down.

Chapter 1 - Cass gains a child

Cass could feel Jason’s frustrations radiating off him. He was over from Gotham to help tracking a new drug that had cropped up over there but originated in Hong Kong. They had managed to find the Hong Kong point of contact from the Gotham Drug Lord and now trying to work out the Hong Kong network.

Currently they were seated on top of a building observing their latest suspect.

She could feel the irritation pulsating off Jason, the twitch of his fingers ever so often. The low almost inaudible growl. The way the air around him vibrated with his emotions ready to pounce.

The annoyance stemmed from following the suspect for over a fortnight and it was clear that the gang rarely met up in person and was apt at avoiding use of technology to communicate. Cass was happy being a ghost bat in Hong Kong at the present. The lack of use in tech made it trickier to gain evidence for the police to surreptitiously stumble upon.

Tapping Jason, Cass signed to him ‘we need to infiltrate or plant recording devices’

“Yeah” came the response as he turned back to observe the suspect, “Recording devices is probably the quickest way. The way these guys are operating will make it hard to infiltrate quickly.”

Moments later “Fuckers!!” Jason snarled. Fingers twitching even more towards his gun.

Cass looked down and saw what caused Jason’s outburst. They had recently concluded that the men used street kids to send messages to each other, the unseen people of the city who were very good at being avoided. The gang that used them seemed hold and extraordinary amount of power held over these kids.

“Fucking pieces of shit” Jason muttered to Cass as they watched what the men were doing. Cass narrowed her eyes and silently nodded. She focused on the child who ran off observing the direction and movement. Suddenly she jabbed Jason and whispered “look” pointing to the child. They observed the girl knock into a man and sneakily pickpocket him before scampering off.

Cass nudged Jason quietly saying “plan”, before signing ‘if we can get a tracker on a kid and let them pick pocket us we can work out the number of locations and maybe plant recording devices’ Jason replied “hmmmm, risky but quicker than waiting for these bozos to slip up”.

The next few days the pair watch their target, also taking note of the street kids, to figure out who they would let target them, before deciding on the original girl they saw. She was petite, either due to age or, more likely, malnourishment. She had dark hair but what made her stand was having unexpected blue eyes. She was more skittish around the original suspect and other gang members they had come across but was bolder in her pick pocketing. She was creative in her approaches and had a far higher success rate compared to the other children. It was clear she felt safer amongst strangers who, if caught her, could seriously cause issues, than the men she was working for.

While Jason blustered and verbally vented his anger, Cass’s anger grew silent but more deadly. Neither were happy about the blatant child abuse occurring.

Having figured out the type of “target” the girl went for both Cass and Jason set the plan in motion. Trackers and recorders on their wallets, lots of cash and fake credit card trackers and recorders along with a micro trackers to put on the girl in case she ditches the wallet and just takes the cash. They dressed slightly better than the average person to showcase “wealth” which she seemed more inclined to go for and headed out.

Out on the streets she fell for their plan perfectly. Cass was able to slip the tracker onto the child while she slipped Jason’s wallet out his pocket. The pair continued their loop round back to Cass’s apartment to see where the kid went.

“Cass, fuck! She is good. If I’d not grown up on Crime Alley I would have struggled to notice. She is fucking good. Too bloody good! Shitting hell, that kinda skill only comes with practice! Like a fuck load of practice! Crap! She’s tiny! How bloody long has she been having to do this for! Fuck how long has she lived on the streets” Jason cursed. He was impressed but could feel the anger brewing, the desire to hurt someone.

“Long time” Cass replied before signing ‘She’s too thin. Her eyes showed fire. Determination but haunted’. The look in her eye’s had struck a chord with Cass when they 'bumped' into each other. Something about them resonated within her but Cass wasn’t quite ready to name it yet.

Back at the apartment they watched the trackers path and patterns over the next few days. Their little pickpocket went to 5 different warehouses along with a few apartments and the original dock with the first suspect repeatedly. Rarely using the same route or common paths, though destination always the same.

The pair scouted out the warehouses and apartments to get a better understanding of how the operation was run. It wasn’t just drug’s they were producing and exporting but also slave trafficking as well. No wonder the kids were terrified of the adults. They could easily be shipped off at any moment if they stepped out of line.

Cass’s disgust was intensifying with this discovery. They were practically slaves as it is even with the external slave threat hanging over them.

Cass could hear Jason loading of a gun. Looks like Jason’s preferred method of elimination would be soon be seen.

Over the course of a week. Cass and Jason snuck into each warehouse, planting bombs on secure/obscure locations. Carefully the explosions would leave just enough evidence for the police to take the gang down but also eliminate the gangs means to continue operating. Whilst trying to minimise external impact of neighbouring buildings. Well at least that was the aim. Anonymous hints were also sent or found at police stations.

All they now had to do was press the button on Jason's phone to ignite the bombs at the warehouses and take down the headquarters.

Jason and Cass crept into the headquarters building sticking to the shadows. Cass signed 'detonate' to Jason who grinned manically and did his thing. With so many warehouses littered with explosives you could hear when they went off. Shortly followed by the sound of sirens.

Cass and Jason used the distraction to sweep through the building taking out henchmen left, right and centre. Their anger and fury finally being released.

The pair had completed taking the men above ground up and were tying the stragglers up when they heard sirens approaching. They quickly slinked into the shadows out of sight to observe. Cass was still wanting to maintain that bats were still an urban rumour in Hong Kong at this point.

The police swept the upstairs building observing the chaos Cass and Jason had left while a group of them went off to look in the basement. Over the radio they heard a crackly “Chief, you may want to come down here. Bring bold cutters with you. And call social services and a med team. I think we will need that.”

“What's happened!” the chief replied, signalling to an officer nearby to call the services requested.

“They’ve got a group of kids caged up down here” came the crackly reply. Half of the team that went to the basement returned with a cuffed pair from the gang and took them to the cars outside. The chief muttered to himself and to the basement.

In the shadows Jason signed to Cass ‘Fuck! I should have killed those men! No! Wait! Death would be too sweet. Maimed them more” Cass nodded in agreement though her gaze kept focus on the scene they were observing.

The police slowly led the children out of the basement and, from somewhere, had a paramedic check the children out along with having someone from social services talk to them.

Then came Cass and Jason's pickpocket. The girl growled at them all and kept her distance refusing to let the paramedic treat her.

A kid spoke out to an officer "You won't get anything from her. She doesn't really speak. Or not to us at least. Dolly is a puppet and does what the Bossman says. Doesn't trust anyone"

"Yeah I don’t think Marionette has ever spoke while I've been here and that's ages, I think she was one of the first they got" another provided. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the small group children.

The girl stood watching like a cornered animal, eyes darting everywhere, looking like she wanted to escape. She seemed to see through the shadows and stared right at Cass and Jason which unsettled the bat duo. They were nearly invisible to the others in the room. But not this small child.

Quietly Cass whispered while signing "Safe. Mean men gone. Be ok now." to the girl. Even if the crowded room didn’t notice, she was positive this small girl could see her in the gloom. A small amount of tension left the girls shoulders.

Eventually the other children had all been seen by the medic, spoken to the police while the social worker was working on finding places for them to go for the interim. It was just this girl left to resolve. Having seen the adults treat the other children with care she cautiously let them look at her, warily viewing everyone and still ready for a quick escape if needed.

"Malnourished, a fair number of cuts and some nasty bruises from what I can tell. There doesn't appear to be any broken bones thankfully. She will need a careful diet to increase her weight and vitamins to help with what is likely to have missed out of her diet. Much like the rest of them. She should be good to go after I’ve dressed this cuts" said the medic looking the girl over. He turned to grab a wipe and bandage and the girl was off.

She swiftly slipped through the adults in the room and darted out onto the streets to disappear. Loud shouts occur from the chaos left behind.

Cass watched the girl intently. Observing her movements. Cass could tell though she was cooperating, the girl was planning. The glint in her eyes and slight angle of her body. As soon as she shifted to move Cass grabbed Jason and they slipped outside following her quickly. Sticking to the roofs they tracked the girl down to an alleyway. The girl was terrified. She knew they had caught her. She was trapped though and though frantically looking for different ways to avoid them was stuck.

“Safe now” Cass whispered signing along “Promise men are gone now. We won’t hurt you. We’ll look after you. You’ll be safe now”.

Carefully Cass approached the girl as if a frightened animal. Cass quietly said to Jason “Chocolate” holding her hand out for him to give it to him. Calmly and gently as possible she placed the chocolate near her and waited sitting on the floor gracefully. She could see the fear in the girl’s eyes, with distrust but there was a burning fire as well. Patience would be the key to winning the child over.

Cass knew she wasn’t going to let this girl go, let alone let her live on the streets and she was sure that Jason was of the same mind set.

Slowly they saw the girl take the chocolate. The child inspected it with caution and nibble it. The way her eyes grew wide was a delight and she ate it in haste. While she nibbled, she kept her eyes trained on the pair watching their movements.

When finished she remained cautiously looking at them, but body language didn’t scream “fear”, more curiosity was emerging. Cass smirked as she understood that she was reading their body language and reading their intent as much they were hers. Cass opened her body language up. Again reiterating ‘Safe now’ “Safe” to the girl. The girl’s eyes bored into hers whilst moments pass, and when the girl found what she was looking for offered her hand to Cass to hold.

Cass turned to Jason and stares straight into his eyes, “My child now”.

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It was a not-so-quiet Saturday morning

Part One - It was a quiet Saturday morning

Part two - A conversation on a Saturday morning

Unknowing of the chaos going on with the bats and birds, Marinette calmed herself down by talking aimlessly with Alfred. Their Quiche had been placed in the oven with more cheese than Alfred had anticipated (no wonder his tasted different!) and the two had almost finished cleaning the minimal mess they had made.

While cooking, the pair had been talking about everything and nothing, creating a tranquil atmosphere in the Wayne kitchen.

This was exactly what Mari needed. Alfred had always been a calming force which steered her in the right direction. While she could always go to Damian when she felt lonely, she knew her boyfriend never had the conventional upbringing. The combination of a strict mother and lack of social interaction had a large impact on him and while she never found out the severity of his lonesome childhood, she could only assume it was a large reason why he was never able to be fully open with her.

Was it irresponsible of her to stroll out of a portal in front of his entire family? Probably but it had been a long week and she had always been one for just a little bit of chaos. Through Damian’s minimal descriptions of the Wayne family she could gather that they would remain cautious and sceptical of her until they got a confident understanding of who she is, and honestly that was fair. If being Ladybug had taught her anything she should know that it takes a long time for people to build trust. If sitting through countless hours of questions and dubious looks could grant her the trust of Damian’s family it was definitely worth it. Just having Alfred trust her completely had taken a long time (and a lot of macaroons) so Marinette knew she had the patience.

She also knew that even after meeting his family she wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with Damian as she would want. The time differences were an easy obstacle to conquer with Marinette having access to teleportation and technology being available for spoken communication. Damian had found out her identity when they had met and while it had stressed 15 year old her into an oblivion, it had ended up alright.

The only real hindrance they faced was their equally busy schedules. Damian was sitting multiple AP exams in his junior year, writing his SAT and still had to focus on being a vigilant. While Marinette had no such large exams, the baccalauréat was only next year and le Ministère de l'Éducation nationale had installed coursework that she would have to complete along with the series of examinations. Both teenagers had a lot on their plate and while Damian can destress in training, Marinette’s only outlet was fashion design which was becoming a part time job.

She. Needed. A. Break. And honestly she’d been curious about what Damian’s family would be like.

Interrupting her train of thought, she spotted the Wayne’s walking into the kitchen through her peripheral vision and immediately knew she was about to be grilled. She could try to escape but at this point the motion was useless. They would not only be able to watch her leave but the at would only make them trust her less. She sighed deeply and she placed the last bowl on the drying rack and turned around ready. She is strong! She is confident! She is....

...They completely bamboozled her. Marinette, although stubborn, never stood a chance. Who knew that walking out of a portal and attacking asking for a hug from her boyfriend wouldn’t be presumed as normal by his family (Tikki knew. Tikki definitely knew).

“...and I kinda just felt lonely at home so I came here.” Marinette finished, looking around hesitantly at the other people in the room who all stared at her in silence. It was easy to say that they were all quite stunned that 17 year old, temperamental and despondent Damian Wayne had somehow managed to score a seemingly innocent and jovial Eurasian girl. While there was no evidence of what she was saying to be true, the testing looks Alfred had sent them had warded of any insulting suspicions they could have about Marinette as a person.

After a very tense moment of silence, Jason had come to the rescue.

“...Yeah she’s way too pure. Steph you owe me 50 bucks.”

“JASON!”

“IT’S TRUE!”

And that’s how Marinette introduced to the absurdity of the Wayne family. It took around a month for them to fully trust her (the manor should really have signs! The batcave was basically in plain sight!) but it was nice to finally meet the inhabitants of “the madhouse” as Damian had described.

While there were trials,

“Pixie have you seen my guns?”

“Yep! I confiscated them.”

“You WHAT????!!!”

And a couple tribulations,

“GRAYSON! RELINQUISH THOSE PHOTOGRAPHS AT ONCE!”

“Don’t worry! I’m saving them for the wedding!”

“GRAYSON!”

the Parisian super heroine fitted in like an amicable yet sleep deprived puzzle piece. While the Waynes could survive without another traumatised teenager in the family, that doesn’t mean they would want to now.

“... and this is my daughter Mar’i”

“Hi! It’s nice to-“

“Are you a fairy?”

“Huh?”

Thank Kwami for that not-so-quiet Saturday morning.

Hiya! Thank you so much for all of the support people have given me on the last two parts of this fic! I’ve tried to tag everyone who asked but if I ardently didn’t I am very sorry. I hope people enjoyed this update! Stay safe and (try to) stay happy!

- Heems 💛

@a4-machete @swiftie-miraculer13 @alyssadeliv @certainmuffinbagelcalzone @qualitypeacepainter @solangelo252 @kashlyn @alysrose-starchild @our-preciousss @jjmjjktth @icerosecrystal @miraculousfanfic127 @stainedglassm

#maribat #maridami #daminette #ft. batfam shenanigans

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A conversation on a Saturday morning

Part One - It was a quiet Saturday morning

Part Three - It was a not-so-quiet Saturday Morning

A yell of the word “Language” from down the hall interrupted whatever words of befuddlement where about to be said while also snapping the remainder of the family from their stupor.

Simultaneously heads turn and cautious looks focus directly at Damian, questioning gleams similar in every eye.

Damian Al Ghul Wayne however didn’t want to be a part of it. It was a known fact to any who knew Marinette that she had spells of anxiety regularly where she could (and often would) spend copious amounts of time straining herself. It would’ve been around 15:30 in Paris meaning she must’ve been living in distress since early morning.

After a straight 30 seconds of quizzical stares Damian cracked.

“...she’s my girlfriend.” He muttered. While the average person would perceive his tone for being one of boredom the slight blush residing in his ears said otherwise.

Eye contact was exchanged around the table as coaxing looks unanimously started focusing on the eldest child. While this conversation (definitely NOT interrogation) could be continued by anyone, Dick’s kind and nurturing nature would be the only advantage the Batfamily had in weeding out any information from Damian.

“How long have you been dating?” Dick urged, soft enough to be comforting yet there still being a probing sense in the question.

Damian hesitated. While not physically showing it he wasn’t sure how his family would react to Mari in the first place. He tried to think of how to answer the question without inviting more inquiry though the time he was taking to respond isn’t helping his case.

“Around a year and a half.” Damian replied, still refusing to make eye-contact with anyone at the table. The reddening of his ears got more apparent as time went on soon starting to colour his cheeks.

The other inhabitants of the table were, lack for a better word, dumbfounded. When looking back there had been a slight change in Robin’s attitude yet they had blamed the new behaviour to him growing up as a person, and yet a young girl on the verge of tears had just popped out of a portal and thrown that judgement out of the window.

While this mystery girl had traces of magic, they could only lightly assume that she was not a threat. Visually she couldn’t be more than 100 pounds soaking wet and both Alfred and Damian seemed to know her. While this didn’t eliminate the warning signs in their heads, it did subdue most of their suspicions of her being an evil, psychotic megalomaniac which is good enough.

“...so how did ya meet her?” Dick asked (seemingly) innocently. It was technically a valid question. For all the batfam knew they could be talking about an alien (which honestly isn’t unusual for them), a magical spirit or just an average person who got their hands on some teleportation. Furthermore it’s only natural for them to be curious about Damian’s, apparently long-lasting, love life after being oblivious to it for over a year.

In Damian’s opinion they didn’t need anymore information. His romantic endeavours where never any of his family’s business and they quite frankly didn’t need to know. Besides, with the way this interrogation conversation was going, he would end up being trapped and revealing more than he would want to.

He knew this game. They were trying to lure him into exposing the history of his entire relationship. While these were all seemingly innocent questions, they could easily progress into him telling his tales of courting and romance.

Even something a simple as the story of him meeting Marinette in the first place would only promote them to poke fun at him. While the encounter wasn’t very dramatic it definitely was embarrassing and Kwami knows his imbecilic brothers would constantly humiliate him if they knew.

While the ex-assassin had considered telling Cassandra about his relationship with his girlfriend in the past, he could also assume she would tell Stephanie who would blab the story to the entire world if she could (which she probably can).

Even telling his father was treading on thin ice with the Bat probably wanting to meet Marinette immediately, obviously not without composing files of evidence with as much as he could find.

The only real person he could trust was Alfred. The butler would’ve ended up knowing without being told anyway so there was no point in hiding from him.

“It’s not important.” Damian decided with more confidence than he had previously. “All you need to know is that her name is Marinette, she is not from the League and she does not know about the other business however I do not doubt she will have her own suspicions. If you will excuse me.”

He abruptly stood from his seat leaving with a half eaten plate and a face blushing with embarrassment. His room was much more comfortable anyway!

The bewildered batclan remained seated at their dining room table, still processing the limited information they had been granted only for the tension to be broken by Stephanie.

“50 bucks says he’s gotten laid”

“STEPH!”

“Deal. I doubt the brat has it in him to-”

“JASON!”

Hiya. I didn’t actually expect people to enjoy the story (oneshot? Fic?) that I made before but thank you! I appreciated every like I received and I hope I delivered in this second chapter (if I can call it that???). Stay safe and (try to) stay happy!

- Heems 💛

(Also I am trying to get the last part out in the next week but I won’t be able to promise that because I try to focus on the homework I got for half-term break! Sorry to disappoint if it’s not done on time!)

@our-preciousss @jjmjjktth @icerosecrystal @miraculousfanfic127

#maribat #maridami #daminette #ft. moody Damian

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It was a quiet Saturday morning.

Part 2 - A conversation on a Saturday morning

Part 3 - It was a not-so-quiet Saturday morning

Bruce walked into the dining room to see his sons all half awake. There had been a long night of fighting beforehand. 3 robberies and a handful of petty crimes had left the batfam way more tired than usual.

While it was not the first time the bats had been busy, it was still easy to tell that they were all pretty out of it. Walking to his own seat at the head of the table, Bruce thanked whatever higher power for Alfred. The older man, while having his secrets, had always been a godsend and the most loyal butler (and grandfather) the entire family could ask for which was further proven by the pancakes left on a plate already at Bruce’s seat.

The batfam continued to enjoy their breakfast on a Saturday morning, each member relishing in the calmness of the room. Jason, who for some unknown reason had stayed overnight at the manor, was reading a book while Tim was on his laptop sending off some emails to the HR department.

It was serene. Quiet. Dare I say peaceful.

“WHAT THE FU-“

A blue portal appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and quite obviously causing distress to the majority of people in the room. Most of the bats instantaneously reached for their respective weapons only for a frazzled young girl, probably around 5’ 3, to trudge into the room.

Looking directly at Damian with an expression of pure exhaustion the mystery girl muttered words that completely bewildered the remainder of bats and birds sitting in the room.

“I need a hug.” Marinette said, voice barely above a whisper.

After 2 akuma attacks, 3 emails for missing homework and a new commission project Marinette’s sanity was hanging by a thread. While Lila had left school for another “buisness trip” with her mother, it was as if the universe was trying to spite the girl with more problems that she didn’t have the energy to deal with.

Dick blinked dumbfounded. Tim looked back at his keyboard and then to Marinette stupified. Jason’s grasp on his gun slacked, not to a high degree but still enough to portray his astonishment. Even Cassandra and Steph looked unnerved. And to the entire family’s bafflement, Damien delivered.

“Am I hallucinating or is Damian hugging someone right now?” Tim questioned, looking at the spectacle as if he had seen a ghost.

Unknowing of how to respond, none of the family did. Even Bruce didn’t know how to take in the situation and he had thought well aware of what was going on in his son’s life. Of course his relationships with all of his children were different and muddled in their own ways but he has never seen Damian this...gentle.

Who is this girl? How does she know Damian? Is she an assassin? Questions raced through his mind at the speed of light and by the perplexed expressions on multiple faces, he could deduce many where asking the same.

The family had been snapped out of shock when none other than Alfred Pennyworth walked into the room.

“Would you like to make a Quiche Miss Marinette? I could never perfect the recipe that you showed me.” Alfred inquired and hence bringing further confusion onto the family.

Wordlessly Marinette followed the elder man to the kitchen leaving Damian to continue eating his own breakfast as if nothing had happened.

“...ok...again I stress WHAT THE FU-“

Hi! This is my first ever fic but this idea has been floating in my head for a week and I literally had to write it. I hope someone on the other side of the screen enjoyed it at least a little bit!☺️Stay safe and (try to) stay happy!

- Heems 💛

#maribat #maridami #daminette #a hint of Lila salt #very small tho #platonic or romantic #whatever floats your boat #ft. confused batfam

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