#Jasonette July 2020

[normal-piece-of-shit]

Innocence

Heh.

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“I DIDN'T EAT THE COOKIES, OK?” Marinette hit Jason on the head at his exclamation.

“I told you to let me do the talking!” She glared at him. Damian huffed.

“He. Is. Guilty.” Damian grit out. Dick, Stephanie, Duke and Tim nodded from their seats, all of them glaring at Jason with deep hate.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Alfre- Your Honour.” The judge gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Jason is innocent.”

The judge rose a questioning brow. “And does he swear on my cooking to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?”

She nudged Jason. He winced.

“I-” He wasn't helping her case, was he? “I swear!”

“Very well, then. You may start with your questioning, Miss Marinette.”

“Thank you.” She turned to face a seemingly seething Damian. “So, what you're telling us is that you'd come in the room to have one of Alfred's heavenly cookies? Damian nodded firmly. “And all the cookies were gone with only Jason in the room?”

“There weren't crumbs left either.” He grumbled.

“I see.” She nodded sympathetically. “And do you have proof?”

“Father can testify. He came in after me.”

“Oh?” She was on to something. At least, that's what her eyes had said. “And where is he now?”

“I don't know.”

“I bet the demon is lying just to get me in trouble.” Jason huffed. “Probably ate them all on his own.”

Marinette smacked him again.

“Right.” He muttered, annoyed, rubbing the back of his “You do the talking. I sit prettily.”

“Yes you do.” She hid a smile, ruffling his hair fondly.

Stephanie coughed, smirking slightly as Duke passed her what looked suspiciously like 20 bucks.

She jerked back, now keeping a slight distance between them. Jason pouted.

“W-well.” She stuttered. “Could someone call Bruce here?”

“All done.” Tim put down his phone, eyeing the 20 bucks Stephanie was showing off. “He’ll be here any moment now.”

The door clicked. Right on time too.

Bruce looked at everyone. “I was called for an emergency..?”

“Jason ate all the cookies.” The opposing side accused.

“Oh, for the love of guns!” Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “I did nOT-”

She held up a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Say, Bruce.” Her gaze turned ten times colder. “Can you tell me who ate the cookies?”

“I don't know.” She had to give it to Bruce. He had the best poker face.

“Oh. Ok.” She nodded, smiling pleasantly. “Thanks.”

The rest of them stared at her perplexed by her change in demeanour.

“Oh, and, don't you think Alfred's cookies today were absolutely heavenly?”

Bruce nodded. “They were the best.”

It was silent after that. Bruce's eyes widened.

“I see.” The judge nodded. “Take him away, then.”

And then everything broke loose. Bruce had been tackled to the ground.

“You've got to marry me.” Jason whispered from beside her.

“It sounds nice. Maybe I will.” She whispered, grinning.

Nobody else noticed Tim sneak out with Stephanie's- no, it was his now- his 20 bucks and a single cookie.

[the-fusionist]

Jasonette July: Soulmate AU

A/N: This one is shorter than usual, but oh well I did it :D Hope everyone enjoys! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list for my Jasonette July works!

HERE IT IS: 

It was late noon, and Marinette was sitting at a bench in Gotham Park, sketching to her heart’s content. It had been two weeks since her eighteenth birthday, the day the name of her soulmate appeared on her wrist. An elegant ‘Jason Todd’ was scrawled in red ink onto her skin. 

She drew out the outline of a skirt, lost in thought. She had tried searching for ‘Jason Todd’ on the internet, and her findings were disappointing. The Gotham Times had published numerous articles on his death that occurred a few years ago. Little details were known about the death, and most of the articles were speculation on the cause of his death. 

To say Marinette was upset was an understatement, she was positively devastated. She had cried herself to sleep for numerous nights in a row, thinking of how utterly alone she was and how disappointing it was that her soulmate had died before she could even meet him. 

This sort of thing happened often enough in the world, but Marinette never really thought it would happen to her. Tikki had spent several nights consoling her, and Marinette finally decided she needed to learn to live without a soulmate. Grieving forever wouldn’t make anything better, and she needed to move on. 

So Marinette found herself leaning back on a park bench, all alone again. Adrien had been killed during the battle with Hawkmoth, and the Miraculous Ladybug hadn’t been able to bring him back. All her old friends had left her for Lila Rossi, including Alya.  It was suffocating to know that Marinette didn’t have anyone she could be on such a close level with anymore. They would end up leaving her, one way or another. The only people she really had were her parents. She would just have to get used to it, she supposed, and learn to cope. She had to. 

Out of the blue, a sudden gust of wind scattered some loose sheets from Marinette’s sketchbook. She groaned in annoyance, rising from her seat to gather up her wayward designs. 

After a few moments, she was reaching for her last sketch when another burst of wind forced it to flutter out of her reach. It flew in the air, and Marinette chased after it. It was the sketch for a very important commission she was working on for the Waynes, and she could not lose it. 

She jogged after it for a few yards, scowling the entire way. She tracked it through the air and watched as it fell onto the sidewalk next to a pair of tall, black boots. A scarred hand reached downwards, grabbing her sketch, and Marinette paused. Looking upwards, she was met with electric blue eyes. A tall man before her smiled kindly, holding her paper out towards her. 

“Thanks!” Marinette smiled at the stranger. 

As she grabbed her paper, she took in his rugged appearance. He sported a brown leather jacket over a black shirt and dark jeans. His hair was black, with a shock of white hair running through its center. 

He smiled back at her, moving his hand back to his side, “No problem.”

But as the man moved his hand back, he simultaneously shifted his jacket. Marinette froze. She was sure she stopped breathing. Because on the man’s wrist, in bright pink letters, was a name. Her name. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng” glared at her for a few seconds before flashing out of view as the man’s jacket shifted once again. 

Marinette almost sobbed in relief. He was alive.

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Jasonette July 2020’s prompt ‘Villain AU’

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Marinette, Jason thinks, is dangerous.

She is the kind-hearted daughter of a pair of bakers. She is the dependable friend everyone would love to have. She is also the monarch butterfly of Paris.

Mariposa is a new player in this game of half-truths and white lies and the sword of Damocles. She rose from thin air: a formless voice at first, coordinating her own team until the day she descends onto the battlefield like a fallen angel and steers the Syndicate’s operators away.

Her eyes, like mercury in the sun, glimmers with some sort of amusement as she stares at the little corner where Talon is hidden in. And she smiles, like the sweetest honey.

“Little owlets should fly back to their nest,” she tilts her head like she is face to face with a puzzle and coos, condescension dripping from every word. “It is a bit too early for them, is it not?”

He burns.  It scorches him to the core as if there are thousands of tiny suns under his skin. The demand for blood roars in his ears and his hand wraps around the familiar hilt of one of the throwing knives.

He might not be the first to be Talon neither is it his birthright for the mantle. His aim, however, speaks of the hellish training where he was broken down and rebuilt – reforged into the blade that is fit for Owlman’s hand.

There is a thinnest red line where his knife touches her skin, the barest hint of blood beading at her chin. This is where fear would bloom like a flower on the face of his victims and Talon would laugh before a cut across their throat free them from their misery.

The smile on Mariposa’s lips turn into a full grin that is full of teeth, bared like a predator finding amusement in its prey’s struggle.

Red looks fetching on her.

Owlman sent him on a reconnaissance mission. A chance, Richard leered, to spread his wings.

The little bakery looks homey with the lovely aroma of freshly baked bread. The people frolic around like ants around a piece of crumb, rushing and going on with their insignificant lives.

Jason relaxes into his seat, fingering the edge of the page of the novel he brought to pass the time. The cup of coffee smells heavenly amidst the bread and cookies and sweets.

He pointedly does not look up from his book when the cashier approaches, each step too silent for someone who lives a carefree life without the darkness that he wades through each night.

“Dear customer,” her voice is the sugary sweets that the little kids love. “Would you like another cup of coffee?”

He turns the page and waits. A second then two and three and before he knows it, she has been there for a full minute, quiet as a statue and still beaming away with the fake, fake smile.

“May I help you?” he looks up from his book, letting irritation mars his tone and displeasure paints his features.

Anyone else and they would recoil, perhaps stuttering some of the poorest excuse while backpedaling from where they came from. The little girl smiles still.

He wonders if it would stay on her lips when he taints them with blood.

Monarchs are poisonous. Talon prefers anything but poisons.

Their size, he thinks, might have been one of the factors. Mariposa is slight and delicate, like a court lady hiding a well-hidden blade in her silk sleeves. Talon came from the dirtiest streets where tooth and nails are sacrificed for another day of breathing.

Mariposa smiles when their eyes meet across the room. Talon wants nothing but to make her bleed, to dye her in red and sully those lips with blood.

“Thank you for having us,” Mariposa inclines her head, demure like a house cat but Talon knows better than to trust her tone.

After all, those that are most beautiful are the most dangerous.

Honey catches flies and Mariposa, contrary to her name, is a spider spinning her webs. She bows her head like the demure girl that she is not and phrases her words in the way that paints the illusion of her as an innocent little fawn amidst the lions.

Talon wishes nothing more that ripping that façade away, tearing that mirage until it is nothing but little bits and pieces of lies. He wants to undress her to the last layers until she is bared under him, painted in the red that suits her more than the purple of her brooch.

He wonders how her blood would taste on his tongue.

“She is not as she appears,” Richard murmurs into his ear and the tip of his blade teasing against the carotid on the side of his neck. “Did you know that, Little Wing?”

Owlman continues to type like his one of his two protégés is not holding a knife to his other protégé’s throat. He never interferes and maybe Jason hates him for that.

He swallows and wills his pulse to slow down. Time and time and the feeling of blade against his skin is never one he can get used to.

Talon is not to show weakness. A moment of hesitation is enough to cripple a bird.

“Of course,” he grits out, smoothing down his haywire nerves. “Who do you think did the reconnaissance?”

Richard hums and the knife shifts minutely, still too much close for his liking.

Jason trusts Richard about as far as he can throw him. He would not put it past his predecessor to slit his throat and make it look like an accident. After all, it was Richard who taught him that particular art amongst many others.

“Talon’s place is by Owlman’s side,” comes the whisper – a warning against his ear. “Birds of a feather stick together.”

The cashier hands him the bill, smiling like she knows something that Jason does not. There is another piece of folded paper.

Internally, he snorts. Must be her number.

“Little owlet,” says the cashier, like a cat that got the canary. “Enjoy your meal.”

He is ready to whip out one of his hidden knives and Mariposa thumbs the brooch at her neck, eyes glinting like mercury.

Fire runs in his veins.

“I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she murmurs into his ear, the touch of her finger against his skin burns as poison courses through his veins. “I am Mariposa, the monarch of Paris.”

He heaves through painful gasps of air that seem to be determined to tear his lungs apart. His vision swims and the only thing he can fixate on is the grin full of teeth that speaks of danger.

“I dislike sharing what is mine,” she croons and her eyes glows like mercury: dangerous and beautiful. “You understand, don’t you, little bird?”

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Re-upload: Jasonette July 27th Summer Photography

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[mochegato]

In writing a few Jasonette fics and coming up with ideas for more I’ve realized I apparently have a firmly rooted headcanon that Jason feels like he doesn’t deserve Marinette.  Like he is too damaged and she is too good hearted for him.

[maribat-fic-library]

Is there any super angsty Maribat?

MY TIME HAS FINALLY COME

(disclaimer: these might not actually make you cry, because “super angsty” is a relative term and it is not the author or the fic library’s fault if you read through this list without shedding a single tear.)

by @m3owww​

day 13 - death from jasonette july 2020 [jasonette]

who are you (where did they go?) [jasonette]

mental wounds still screaming [timari]

by @ethelphantom​

How high a price must you pay before realising it was too much is too late? [timari]

Death Doesn’t Discriminate (Between the Sinners and the Saints) [daminette]

Heart Fragile [jasonette]

by Eve_Fics (note: I know there’s a tumblr but I can’t find it aaah)

Ephemeral Flowers [dickinette, adrien/conner kent]

by SeashireKitten

The Final Call [daminette]

by @silverwhiteraven

Red and Redder [jasonette]

by @blondie4404

Daminette December Days 30, 19, 18, 14, & 13 [daminette]

I hope this is enough ahaha but if not, I have more :3

[bravescribbles]

First Meeting: Jasonette July 2020

*In a bar where both participants have a couple shots*

Jason: I thought angels weren't supposed to leave Heaven

Marinette: We're not but on the off chance we do, it's to reign in devils like you *wink*

Jason: Well consider me saved now that I finally meet my redemption

Marinette: And I just found my reason to sin

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I have a question. Recently I have gotten into the Maribat fandom. I have seen the different things such as Daminette December, Timari January, Maribat March, Jasonette July, I'm sure you get the picture. I always thought that the authors just made up little one shots for these, however I soon came across the prompt list that was for Daminette December 2020. Now here is my question, do all of these things have prompts such as this and if I want to write some of these do I have to follow the prompt list? Or can I just make random one shots?

[thanks-captain-obvious]

Hi pips! I'm back but this time with a long-ass fanfic as my contribution for Jasonette July! So buckle up buttercups 😉

100 Days With You

Chapter 1 • Coming Soon

July 01, 2020

Wednesday

Gotham, USA

Day 0

The sunlight draped over his room, casting it in an almost surreal effect. Jason groaned and rolled over on his bed, refusing to face the day as of yet. He was simply too tired after an eventful night from his... extracurricular activities, so to speak.

After a long month of absence from all the villains not just in Gotham but that of the whole of America, they finally broke their silence and at the same time, all evil figures in America, big or small, attacked in the same time. It is bad enough that Dick had to actually asked Cass to come back from Hongkong to back him up in Blüdhaven. Hell, even Superman had made a pact with Luthor himself just to ward off the villains in Metropolis.

Gotham didn't fair much better. Even with the help of Rogues, for one minute there, Jason thought that they would really lose. For some reason, the villains retreated without so much as a word. Even the Joker himself seemed to follow this pattern surprisingly and it made Batman tensed even more.

So to his apartment he go, only going so far as to strip his jacket and helmet before plopping himself to bed.

He had a feeling something big is going to happen, he just isn't sure what is.

After his musings, he decided to get up from his bed and check back on the residents of the Manor. While he may not have lived there now, he still cared about its inhabitants even though he won't say it on their face. Besides, he needs to go see what plan will Batman come up to counter attack the villains.

Not that Jason intends to follow him, anyway.

So after a quick shower and throwing a crisp, clean shirt over his head, he drove in the direction of the Wayne Manor, blissfully unaware of the events that will fucked him up even more than his death.

As Batman had informed them earlier in the day at the Cave, someone had somehow managed to take reign on the villains to organize them to give a strategic attack such as last night. The Justice League had been quick to dispatch heroes from other continent to help America and discussed tactics. Jason thinks its futile because whoever had planned this had a month-long ahead of planning from them and they should just go with the flow.

Which brings him back to now, in the middle of the fight with Scarecrow. Off to his side, he saw Batman fighting with Joker and Robin fighting Two-Face while Red Robin is trying his best to ward off Riddler.

While the Batfam is fighting the major villains, the Rogues is handling all the goons fair enough. Mr. Freeze is nowhere to be seen which made his hairs stood on edge. Red Hood clearly remembers Mr. Freeze joining the fight last night.

Just what the hell they are planning?

Apparently, the split second tension from him is enough for Scarecrow to land one good hit on his abdomen.

He's fucked.

In his periphery, he saw Scarecrow stood over him to release the fear toxin in his face. He laughed because helmet, duh.

Red Hood rolled over and dusted himself, but goons had jumped over him and he quickly lose his balance and really isn't that just fucking grand because he happens to be on a side of the building.

Fight as he might, he still stumbled over to the edge and even as he saw Red Robin tried to get to him, Red Hood knew Tim wouldn't make it in time and fuck, it's not like its his first rodeo anyway.

Falling, he closed his eyes and braced for the impact as his body slammed the grounds.

He couldn't help but thought as the darkness surround him that at least this time around the pain is quick as the shock passed throughout his body.

The next time he opened his eyes, it was in a quick burst of light and to the smell of alcohol. A loud crying of a baby is heard in the background but he couldn't care less because his head aches and what the fucking fuck where is he?

Did he somehow got revived again? Can't he just stay dead, please?

"Oh my, its a bouncing baby boy!"

A voice seemed to declare from somewhere.

"Quick, what do you want to name him dear?"

A male chirped up in excitement. Jason couldn't comprehend the muffled reply to the question but thankfully, the male voice is loud enough for him to catch the other half of the conversation.

"Jason sounds wonderful dear."

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And there you have it! Let me know if you'd like more or you have any questions.

I have the second chapter draft already but I'm not quite satisfied with it so it may take a while for me to post it!

See you next time!

Here • Next (Coming Soon)

[normal-piece-of-shit]

Fake Dating

These ideas always sound so much more nicer at midnight. (´-ι_-｀)

@jasonette-july-2k20

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“Quick!” Tim burst into hall, panic starting to eat at every in the room by the urgency in Tim’s voice. “Tell me what's better? Fake dating trope or having to be left in a near death situation for the feelings to come out trope?”

The Waynes relaxed.

“Why?” Dick asked, curiosity seeping into all parts of his face.

Tim stared at him, deadpan as he said what had to be said. “I'm playing matchmaker for Jason and Marinette.”

Amused eyes turned to him, every bit of their attention now on the dead looking man.

“Why?” Dick asked yet again, but this time with exhaustion filling every inch of him.

“I’m bored.”

Dick let out a sigh, before letting a weak grin show. “The fake dating trope, obviously.”

“Tt.” Damian scoffed at the choice. “The fake dating trope is always so exhausting to watch. The mere amount of time it takes is enough to be considered a lifetime.” Dick gasped, taking full offense. “I’d choose the near death situation.”

A bold answer.

“Wait.” Stephanie held up a hand. “You’d be willing to create a near death situation even if there's a possibility of it going wrong?” Tim nodded.

She grinned. “Heck yes!” Her grinned widened. “But I’d still choose the fake dating trope. It's so much more interesting.”

Damian sent a glare her away, silently directing a “Pathetic” at her.

“But the near death situation would bring out so much of their feelings all in one go!” Duke interrupted, arms crossed in firm stubbornness. “The risk would be worth it.”

“Well.” Tim’s eyes jumped through everyone. “We need one more vote to settle things.”

All eyes turned to the only remaining member in the room.

“Well, B?” Bruce winced. He'd been noticed. “What do you say?”

The harsh force of everyone's threatening gazes made him sweat.

“Do I have to-”

“Yes!” The loud, unified reply burst.

Bruce sighed. “F-fake dating trope?” Groans erupted from those who were against this exact situation. Damn you, Bruce!

“How are you even going to work this out?” Duke pondered aloud.

Tim grinned. “I’m going to make Jason go viral.”

--

Jason burst in.

“Just why have I gone viral?!” Loud thundering footsteps from outside were heard loud and clear.

Tim shrugged. Others looked away.

“Which one of you made it so that this army of fan girls would chase me..?” His gaze landed on Dick. “Is this one of your family ploys?”

Dick shifted in place. Tim sweat. Dick moved to answer-

“Why is there an army outside the manor?”

Their saviour! Marinette had come to save them from Dick’s need to spill everything!

“Oh, thank batman you're here, Nette!” Dick chirped out. Ah, shit. This was going wrong. “You should pretend to be dating Jason to drive those fan girls away!”

Marinette stared at Dick with clear scrutiny. “And he can't pretend to date anyone else here because..?”

Jason gasped, suddenly looking all offended. “Am I that bad a candidate for dating?” Marinette groaned.

“No, no!” She grimaced. “This just feels fishy!”

“So you're really that against the idea of dating me?” Jason brought a hand to his chest, slumping in fake disappointment. “Oh, woe is me.”

She huffed, now annoyed. “I won't. So what?”

Tim cursed. Damian and Duke shared a silent grin.

Looks like he’d have to take out plan B. Tim eyed Damian and Duke. Anything to knock those smug grins off their faces.

Tim pushed Dick behind a wall. “Oh no!” The two targets turned to look at the offender who dared interrupt their bickering. “Looks like Dick's trying to play peacemaker again! Is that the gates opening that I see?”

Jason flinched, panic filling his face for everyone to see. “Pixie! You have got to save me!” His head checked all sides constantly, fearing what may appear from the shadows any minute.

“What? No!” Her resolve seemed to be breaking with every second she saw Jason fall into deep panic. “Why should I?” Her voice was weak now.

“I swear I'll make it up to you-”

Fast footsteps sounded. The others looked at Tim in confusion. Had he let them in? Tim shook his head, now looking slightly fearful.

“They're here!” Jason whispered, eyes wide.

Marinette hesitated. “Oh, screw it.” She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

The footsteps stopped short. The army stared in shock.

“Sorry, girls.” Marinette announced, pulling away from the kiss, leaving a dazed Jason standing. “This one's mine.”

Tim smirked. His plan had worked.

“Though, I could offer you our local CEO, Timothy, here.”

Correction. It had backfired.

[the-fusionist]

Jasonette July: First Meetings

A/N: Hello, I’m back at writing again! I suck at commitment, but I’m going to do my best to follow up with the stories for this event. Hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

HERE I GO:

If Marinette had to rate her time in Gotham so far on a scale of one to ten, it would probably be a 4 or 5. The reason she had moved to the United States was for college, having been accepted into Gotham University. 

It was amazing to have a change in scenery after the defeat of Hawkmoth. Her and Adrien became good friends after realizing who the other was, and she knew that there wasn’t really a chance of a romantic relationship with Adrien now. He was with Kagami, and she really had no right to come between them. Besides, a long-distance relationship would be difficult to maintain. 

Adrien had given up his miraculous after finding out who Hawkmoth was. He didn’t really want to have anything to do with the miraculouses after how much they had destroyed his family. Marinette couldn’t blame him for that, and she didn’t push Adrien on the subject. Now she had all the kwamis in her possession as Guardian. Last she saw Plagg and Tikki, they were talking with all the other kwamis in her apartment. 

Now though, she was regretting her decision of leaving Tikki behind. She had been working on a project and was in desperate need of some red satin. She knew that it was past midnight, but the fabrics shop was just two blocks away. She could get there quickly and come back to her apartment in a short time, and it probably wasn’t likely that there were too many people out this late. 

Oh, how wrong she was. Out of the corner of her eye, she could spot a shadow drifting across the sidewalk, keeping pace with her brisk steps. As she tightly clutched her shopping bag that contained her new purchases, she could faintly make out several pairs of heavy footsteps. She groaned internally, this was not her night. She blamed lack of sleep for her stupid decisions, deciding she should probably bring Tikki everywhere from now on. 

At this point, she was almost one block away from her apartment. She definitely didn’t want them to know where she lived, and just two yards ahead of her was an alley. If she made the sharp turn into the alley, she would have the element of surprise and she would have a better chance of taking them down. Her time as Ladybug had given her plenty of fighting experience that wasn’t lost on her. 

So, after walking a few more feet, Marinette turned sharply into the alley. She quickly spotted a convenient dumpster, and crouched behind it. Hastily, she shoved her shopping bag and purse under the dumpster. She only had to wait a few minutes, before two dark shapes entered the alley. Slowing her breathing, she listened as they trudged deeper into the alley, closer to where she was hiding.

A gruff voice could be heard, “Where did the bitch go?”

Before the other man could reply, Marinette jumped out and socked the man closest to her in the chin. He stumbled backwards for a second, before falling to the ground, knocked out. 

The other man, who had been in a shocked state, moved his hand under his jacket. Marinette presumed that he was reaching for a gun, and acted fast. She whipped her leg up, and kicked the man's ribs. A sickening crack was heard, and the man gasped before falling backwards. He ended up on the dirty floor next to his friend, moaning in agony before passing out. 

Marinette almost sighed in relief, before she heard a quiet thud behind her. It almost sounded like someone had come from the roof above, but that didn’t make sense. So, a panicked Marinette swung around to face her new attacker. Without even processing the appearance of the person, she smashed her fist into his face. Years of fighting akumas lead to pure muscle memory, and her urge to survive had taken over her completely at this point. 

She felt her knuckles press against cool metal, surprising her momentarily. However, the idea of an attacker who was wearing protective gear spurred her into an onslaught of blows. She kicked and punched her new opponent as they staggered backwards, cursing colorfully. 

“Holy shit, lady! I’m trying to help you!” came a strangled voice that was somewhat muffled from what appeared to be a red helmet. 

Marinette paused, looking a bit more closely at her would-be attacker. She gasped in shock before letting out a word vomit of apologies in French and English. Before Marinette stood none other than the Red Hood, one of Gotham’s resident heroes. He was still holding his forearms up to his head, trying to protect himself in case she decided to continue hitting him. Slowly though, he lowered his arms and Marinette could fully look at the vigilante. 

His brown jacket was wrinkled and smudged with dirt. His clothing overall was in disarray, and he looked awful. The worst part though, was an ample sized dent in his shiny, red helmet. Marinette felt overwhelming guilt. She couldn’t believe she just did that. Oh, hell, what did she just do? She continued to blurt out panicked apologies while hyperventilating before the vigilante in question spoke.

“Whoa, calm down. I’m okay, and you’re safe now. Deep breaths, you’re okay. I’m not dead, you’re okay.”

Marinette stopped blurting apologies and slowly felt herself calming down. Oh god, why did these things happen to her. She took deep breaths like he advised, and little by little she felt herself coming off the adrenaline high. 

Once she was mostly calmed down, a cloud of discomfort fell over the two. It was currently 2:00 a.m., and Marinette and the Red Hood were standing in a damp alleyway next to two unconscious bodies. The awkwardness was so thick, Marinette was sure she could cut through it like a knife. So, she decided to break it. 

“Umm…Thanks. I’m really sorry about attacking you, I really didn’t mean to. I totally wasn’t trying to kill you on purpose or anything so I’m so sorry. And I damaged your helmet, I can pay for it if you want?” Marinette nervously stated.

To her surprise, the Red Hood burst out into deep laughter that was slightly smothered by his helmet. Despite the situation, Marinette couldn’t help but smile a bit.

He finally replied, “No, you’re totally okay. I’m fine, and you don’t have to pay for the helmet or anything. I scared you too, and I probably should have probably said something before jumping down into the middle of an alley at night. But, damn, you punch good!” 

Marinette let out a burst of laughter, though it was partially due to relief that the Gotham hero wasn’t totally pissed at her. 

“Thanks, but please let me pay you back somehow. It’ll make me feel better about beating you up. Please?” she asked. 

“No, trust me, it’s totally fine. Besides, you should probably get back to wherever you live. I’ll make sure the cops get these two goons, but it would probably be safer if you were back inside. I can walk you back to help you in case you get bothered again?” Jason had no intention of leaving her all alone at night. Even if she refused him, he would tail her by the roofs to make sure she got home safe. 

Luckily, Marinette agreed, “Yes please, and thank you so much! I really am sorry though.”

Distractedly, Marinette grabbed her purse from under the dumpster while the Red Hood tied up the two men. Hurriedly, she walked with the hero in a comfortable silence all the way back to the entrance of her apartment building. 

“Well, this is goodbye. Nice meeting you Warrior Lady, despite the shitty circumstances,” the red helmeted man said good humoredly. 

Marinette laughed at the nickname before replying, “Goodbye to you too. And thank you for everything.”

“Your welcome. And it really was no problem, trust me. I better get going, but it was fun to meet you.”

So the Red Hood gave a quick nod to her before turning around. Right before he could disappear though, Marinette cried out.

“Wait!”

He abruptly turned around, before a small tin was shoved into his hands. 

“Thank you!” Marinette smiled before stepping into her apartment building and leaving the vigilante standing alone in the dimly lit Gotham street.

Jason curiously looked down at the box in his hands. Cracking it open, he found several macarons sitting in a row. Underneath his helmet, a small smile crossed his face. He decided to make his way back to the two idiots the girl had knocked out. He needed to check if the cops had found them. Stilling smiling to himself, Jason mused over the events that had just transpired. It had definitely been an interesting night. 

Marinette had come back into her apartment, dropping her purse onto the floor. After being fussed over by the kwamis when she told them what had happened, she crashed into bed. However, a thought occurred to Marinette, and she groaned. Her new red satin was still under that dumpster. Her whole trip had pretty much been pointless. Too tired to care anymore though, she fell asleep. 

The next morning, when Marinette walked onto her balcony contemplating last night's events, she was surprised. Sitting on the table of her balcony, was Marinette's shopping bag with her forgotten red satin. Smiling to herself, she grabbed the bag and rushed back inside with a new bout of inspiration. Some outfits based on the Red Hood flashed into her mind, and she quickly got to work.

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Jasonette July 2020's prompt 'Children'

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Gotham has always been a city where monsters roam. She is a harsh mistress, embracing Darwin’s evolutionary theory of survival of the fittest. She fosters only the best: those who fight and fight just for another day in this hellhole of a city, those who struggle and squirm just to stay aloft from the tides that would sweep them away, those who claw and drag themselves to the top, uncaring of those they crush on their quest.

Most would think that those so called monsters are the children raised under Gotham’s merciless hands. They should have been metaphors, of those who wear human faces yet whose actions have no a sliver of mercy.

Except, you know, strange things have happened in Gotham: the monsters that roam the darkened streets are literal beasts.

Or at least, they are to the eyes of a young child born and raised in Crime Alley.

Jason has seen a woman with the lower half of a serpent slithering down the dirty street. He has smelt the goddamn awful odor of a huge man with one eye bumbling near the convenience store that is nearest to Crime Alley. He has heard the terrifying howls of large black dogs that seems to blend into the shadows, coming and going like ghost.

“You must not look at them,” his mother tells him again and again whenever she is sober enough to do so. “Act like they are invisible and carry on like you have never seen or heard anything.”

Her voice is always cautious and quiet like it is a secret that should never see the light of day. Her fingers would comb through his hair, gentle and loving like the touch of the morning sun on skin that has only known the bite of winter.

“No, no!” she wails and bawls time after time when she is high as a kite. “It’s not fair! Too young! Don’t! Don’t take him!”

Her voice cracks and she crumbles into a heap when the drug runs in her veins, when her eyes clouds over. The sobs would echo through the thin walls even as he bundles her in that one blanket that they share, her nails digging painfully into his arms as she shakes and shakes like a leaf in a terrible storm.

Jason has always been rebellious but he, like all of those born in Gotham’s slums, strives for life, for a tomorrow where they can look through the gray clouds and see the sun for the first time, for a future where food graces their table, their water filtered and plenty, their roof always at its best and their bed warm.

So he nods to his mother’s words.

(There is a locket that he always keeps close. It is a keepsake, passed down from his beloved mother who smiles like the warmth of summer.

It is a little thing, golden in color and even Jason would be fooled into thinking that it is real gold had he not been scurrying for food to live by since he is old enough to remember. There is a carving of a ring of leaves like the laurel wreaths that usually appear in the statues and the paintings in the museum downtown.

“It is pretty, isn’t it?” his mother asks, eyes soften like she is gazing at the most precious thing in the world.

“Is it gold?” he whispers, tracing the leaves with a finger, mesmerized by the brightness of the cool metal.

His mother laughs. It is one he rarely hears from her lips: carefree and relaxed, unburdened by the weight that Gotham lays on its citizens’ shoulders.

“Of course not, silly,” she ruffles his hair, affection and joy in her eyes. “It’s nothing expensive but it’s my favorite thing.”

And that is enough for Jason to keep it close, even when his mother can never once again tell him that she loves him, can never run her fingers through his hair, can never pull him into a hug that leaves him warmth all over.)

Jason dreams of a place filled with light.

It sounds like laughter, of those guffaws of his mother when he told her a joke, of the type of gleeful barks that Sparky let out when she was overjoyed. It feels like happiness in cupped hands, shining and overflowing like an endless river.

He closes his eyes and lets himself go, let his shoulder fall and inhales the lovely aroma of freshly baked bread. The locket is warmth in his hand and for once, he is at peace.

If this is a dream, then he hopes it never ends. Just him, in a bakery so warm and bright and the nostalgia of the better times when his mother was still alive and smiling.

There is no biting cold of Gotham’s street, no suffocating darkness that saps the will to live of a person. No hunger the gnaws at his insides, no thirst that claws at his throat. Just warmth and a sense of safety that he has never experienced.

If only this lasts forever… If only he can stay here…

And the sound of something suspiciously like giggles comes.

He jolts, hackles rising, walls coming up in record speed, spinning on his heels to survey the place and only gets a glimpse of black hair and eyes like mercury before everything fade away like the dying embers of a fire, like colors washing out by waters, like silence settling in a once-bustling room.

(Marinette watches as the boy fades away, shoulders once again tensed like he is carrying the world on them, like Atlas struggling under the weight of the sky.

She was about to introduce herself. She wanted to ask about this mysterious boy and how he came into her dream. She wanted to know about the place he comes from, about the golden locket in his hand that seems to be calling for her.

She wishes to see that face falling into serenity, of the invisible weights lifted from those small shoulders – too young for the weariness in his body, for the cautiousness that clings to his skin. She wonders of the beautiful blue and green that blends together in those eyes and yearns to see them not hardened by distrust and fear but softened with a smile.

Next time, she tells herself. Next time…)

Except, there is no next time.

Marinette dreams of red: the sound of bones snapping under the merciless metal, the deranged laughter of a monster who wears the face of a man. The choked off sound of a throat working desperately through the blood and mucus just for another breath, the whimpers of heartbreaking pain in the face of savage, inhuman cruelty echo.

She stands frozen in front of a limp body on the cold floor, bound in bitter chains. Those beautiful eyes glaze over, blood dripping from various wound.

The counter hits zero.

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