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Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated.

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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ggomos-maribat · 16 days

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Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian

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Chapter 5: death and revival | AO3

CW: Human experimentation, mentions of religion, cult-like behavior, child abuse, childhood trauma, mentions of death, grief, killing, blood, violence, injury

“Adrien, why are you screaming—oh.” A girl steps up to the top floor, and her face instantly morphs into disgust when she sees him. Her hand reaches up to her choker necklace. “It’s him.”

“Who?” The boy, Adrien, turns to her wide-eyed after stepping over the spilled milk and cereal.

“Damian al Ghul. Or should we address you as Wayne?”

Damian takes a tentative step back, looking down on himself to realize that he rushed out of Gotham without a mask on. But his head snaps up when it dawns on him that the girl called him ‘al Ghul’, which means they must have heard it from Marie.

Which means she hasn't forgotten.

“ That Damian?” Adrien puts a hand over his mouth. “Wait what's he doing here anyway?”

“I don't know, but it might have something to do with that thing she's telling us.”

Before Damian can try to comprehend what that meant, another figure emerges from the shadows.

Marie. Marinette.

What is she doing here? Damian is frozen with shock.

Marie seems surprised by his presence as well, but she quickly schools her expression and stands behind her two friends.

“Should we kick him out, M'lady?” Adrien frowns.

She sighs. “No. I'll talk to him. Kagami, please help Adri clean up the spill. I'll pass a message to Fei that we have a guest.”

---

Damian follows her quietly down a winding flight of stairs, with only a bit of the moonlight guiding them. His eyes end up on her hand, which braces against the wall—there are crimson marks around her wrist. When she doesn't utter another word, he breaks the silence himself instead, “What are you doing here?”

She halts and turns back to him, making him stumble back. Her eyes shimmer more luminously in the dark. “I escaped for a while. There's a decoy up in the Watchtower.”

That explains one of the questions he had. She can escape on her own after all. Of course, he's not telling the others this. She must have been shaken up after the memory projection.

They reach a landing that extends into a carpeted hallway. If the place isn't so dark or badly damaged, the temple's design can rival that of the League. She leads him to a set of double doors and into her bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” asks Marinette.

“I—I saw what they did . . . and um, the Order . . .” He trails off, hoping that she can fill in the blanks.

She sits down and beckons him over. Normally, he wouldn't blindly follow anyone, even if he has known her in his childhood. But something about the temple makes him feel safe. It's not enticing , but rather comforting. It's like his entire being knows there's no danger around him.

“If you're looking for the Order of the Guardians, I killed them,” she says plainly.

“What?”

“I guess I should start from the beginning huh?”

---

The Waynes decide to give Damian his space and instead focus on investigating the case. Mainly, it's Barbara immersing herself into research, with Tim helping in the sidelines. Five hours later, she calls everyone to the cave.

“Where's the old man?” Jason strolls in, tugging off his helmet.

Dick pulls his lips into a thin line. “Watchtower still. I think the JL is investigating on their own too.”

“Well, he has to be here, ‘cause this is all fucked up.” Jason leans against the railing as the rest of the family gathers around Barbara.

“What do you mean? You're caught up in this case too?” Tim is about to lift his cup to his lips but Cass is quick to snatch it away from him.

“I asked Jay to look into it too,” Barbara explains calmly. Her tiredness is evident in her eyes, but it's coupled with an air of rage. “Marinette's past is more complicated than we think.”

“There is a small village in Tibet inherently blessed by the gods. The records date to several hundred years ago,” she begins. “Every two decades or so, a child called the ‘Guardian’ is born in that village. They possess every power we know that is manifested through the miraculi.”

She pulls up several pictures: a few photos of children, but most are paintings. A striking feature appears as a pattern. “The Guardian always has these blue eyes. They're not from any specific family; the children appear randomly from different lineages. And there can only be one of them at a time. If the previous Guardian dies, a new one is reborn.”

---

“My eyes . . .”

“They weren't as blue,” Damian breathes out.

Marinette touches the corner of her eyes, chuckling humorlessly. “Yeah, they weren't. This is where the Order of the Guardians come in. They operate under the guise of a religious group who worship the Guardian and the gods so that tragedy doesn't befall the village. Every time a new Guardian turns four, they fetch the child from the village.”

---

“In reality, they're just a sick disgusting cult of old men,” Jason spits out. “People who know about the miraculi believe that they came from a mage that put the power of the kwamis into the magic jewel. That's bull. The Guardian is the source of that power.”

Stephanie draws in a shaky breath. “So . . . so when they were drawing blood . . .”

“It's some kind of ritual,” Barbara continues. The tension in the air multiplies. “With magic, the blood mixed with an accessory creates a miraculous.”

“But each miraculous is only one of its kind,” Dick points out. “Unless there are duplicates?”

“The ritual doesn't work all the time, that's why they have to—to experiment which methods will work to combine the jewel with the power.”

---

Damian swallows a lump in his throat as Marinette speaks monotonously about the Order. “The monks weren't strategizers so they usually tried every variation of the ritual they could think of. For instance, to extract the power of Emotion—the Peacock—should they make the Guardian cry? Should they anger the child or subject them into an assortment of emotions? What about the power of Destruction? Will breaking every bone in their body work?”

He hasn't noticed how hard he's clutching the sheets.

“Multiply that with the variations in the jewels. Which power will work with earrings? A necklace? That's one vial of blood for each variation.” Marinette rubs her arm. “Over the course of seventy years, they ran their experiments and created all the miraculi you know that showed up in Paris.”

“That's why they're unique,” Damian mumbles.

“Not entirely. Some of the ‘failed’ jewels worked, only they don't possess even half of the Guardian's power. They are like . . . disposable miraculi. Their power can only be used once and it doesn't even transform the user. The Order produced hundreds of these—they call them miraculous-adjacents.”

How many children did they sacrifice? He wishes he can revive the Order just to subject them to torture himself.

“How did you end up in . . .?”

---

“How does Marinette fit into all of this?” Dick asks.

“She's a Guardian, isn't she?” Tim guesses.

“It's not as straightforward as that.” Barbara adjusts her glasses, opening another file: a picture of a dark-haired girl with bright blue eyes.

Yet it's not Marinette.

“Like you saw in the memory projection, Marinette came from the League of Assassins. There's a League base not too far from the temple; it's where she and Damian escaped from. When she died, I'm guessing they found her body. This girl was the Guardian at that time.”

---

“She didn't have a name. Guardians usually weren't given one. She fell into a coma because of their experiments,” Marinette leans back.

“Did they not kill her?”

“They can't draw any more blood or directly kill her, because they risk waiting for years until a new Guardian is born. I don't know the exact rebirth cycle—the life expectancies of Guardians are already low but that girl was too young to die. Bottomline is, they refused to kill her but they couldn't wake her up either.” Marinette waves her hands around. “Lucky for them I guess, they found me.”

Dread settles on Damian's chest. “But you . . .”

“Were dead? Yes, but I had the body strong enough to withstand the Guardian's power. They performed one important ritual. I'm not sure exactly how they did it, because I was—obviously–busy being dead, but they joined the two of us somehow. Her soul, my body. When I woke up, everything was healed–my leg, the wound from the knife, my scars. I had memories that weren't my own but at the same time, I knew I lived through them. They called me a vessel.”

He can only imagine the confusion, the stress taking a toll on her that time.

“You—you don't have to tell me if it's too much,” Damian stammers.

“What? No, it's okay. I owe you this much.” She seems surprised at his interjection. “I've told this story a few times already.”

He gives a nod and she continues, “Even if I was healed, I was still weak from the cold and hunger. I stayed quiet the whole time, gathered as much information as I could, and let them get blood from me. One day, I saw an opening.”

She pauses.

“I killed them.”

She waits. Perhaps for judgment from him?

“I killed them all, Master. I had all the powers at my disposal anyway. I knew I was an assassin first before a Guardian, so I made sure I got rid of all of them. I made this temple into what it is today.”

Damian remembers seeing the powers of Destruction manifested through the ring in the videos of the akuma attacks. She must wield a greater degree of power than that. He moves closer to her and takes her hands into his, telling her slowly, “I would've done the same.”

“Master–”

“Do not call me that,” he cuts in. “You cannot call me that after what I've done to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's my fault you died.” Damian starts to shake. “I treated you terribly even when you protected me. I was too arrogant to see that you were in pain—”

“What are you talking about?” Marinette frowns, this time covering his hands with hers. “You never treated me badly. You were the reason I remained in the League.”

“I . . .”

She runs her fingers over his knuckles. “You protected me even if I was weak. You made sure I ate and slept. You would protect me in fights just as I tried to protect you.”

---

“Climb on my back.” Damian crouches in front of the girl. He has noticed her labored breaths since they started walking through the snow.

“Master, I can't possibly—”

“It's faster this way. They made you work too hard, didn't they?” he hisses. “I will tell Mother this time. You have no other business in the bases except to serve me.”

Marie reluctantly goes on his back, locking her arms around his neck and burying his face on his shoulder. His breath hitches when he realizes how light she has become.

---

“Why are you sitting over there?”

She blinks at him. “To guard the entrance, Master. You can go ahead and sleep.”

“No. Stay here by the fire.”

“But what if the enemies—”

Damian sighs and digs into the backpack to retrieve the heat packs. He tosses two to her and tells her to wake him up at midnight so they can switch. But when he wakes up, he finds that it is dawn and Marie has dozed off by the cave opening, shivering.

“Tt. Foolish girl.” He rushes to wrap her up in a blanket before carrying her into the sleeping bag and taking her place.

---

“Marie!” Overcome with panic, he kills the assassin quickly and tosses him over the edge of the cliff. He tries to look for the backpack but then she grabs him by the sleeve.

“I'm sorry, Master . . . it fell when I was . . .” she sniffs.

“Ssh, none of that.” His heart is racing as he tries to look for a makeshift bandage and splint.

“Please don't worry about me. We have to go—”

“I will worry. What were you thinking? Why didn't you wake me?” He hoists her up again, taking care not to move her injured foot.

---

“Master—I mean Damian. ” Marinette reaches up to cup his cheek. “Have you forgotten?”

A sob comes out of him. It all starts coming back—his dreams have overshadowed his memories, painting him as the ruthless child who was indifferent to Marie. He was too overridden by guilt to remember correctly. He starts to cry while inwardly scolding himself for forgetting everything.

She doesn't say a word but lends her shoulder, holding him close. Damian realizes it has never felt this liberating to cry.

“I never blamed you for anything,” she whispers. “I did it to myself.”

“I’m sorry—”

“It's not your fault.” Her voice is close to his ear. “It's okay. I'm okay now.”

---

“There's no record of what happened to Marinette after she was taken by the Order,” says Jason, “But after a year or so, she was found walking into the village alone. There was no blood on her or anything but she didn't speak at all. The monks weren't seen again after that and the temple was abandoned. Protective services picked her up months later.”

“This is all just a theory, but she could have gained the powers of the Guardian.” Barbara rubs her head. “Must be why Constantine was so alarmed.”

“So the Hawkmoth thing . . . actually checks out?” Stephanie says.

Jason scoffs in reply. “No, it's the opposite of that. If she had the powers of the miraculi at her disposal, why the hell would she terrorize a city?”

“Jason and I found another reason for the evidence against her,” Barbara explains. “Marinette is the Guardian in the sense of her powers, but also in the sense of being the keeper of the magical jewels.”

“Marinette is—”

---

“I'm Ladybug, by the way.”

Damian's eyes widen while he tries to wipe the last of his tears. “Why didn't you say that in court?”

“We had a plan, don't worry.” She smiles a little. “It's also dangerous to reveal my identity that easily. I have more duties to fulfill as Guardian.”

“Duties?”

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Did I just make Marinette Gojo Satoru? Yes. Yes I did. Taglist: @noisydreamlandkoala

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trashyangelic · 1 year

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MLB Request #12

I've seen alot of Lila x Felix on Gacha Youtube but never on fanfics here in Wattpad or AO3. So I want this to happen if anyone is interested to make this.

SALT: Alya Cesaire, Caline Bustier, Adrien Agreste SUGAR: Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie Sanceour REDEMPTION: Lila Rossi, Nino Lahiffe, Chloe Bourgeois, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Le Chien Kim, Alix Kubdel, Sabrina Raincomprix PAIRING: Lila x Felix / Marinette x Damian / Chloe x Jon / Juleka x Rose / Kim x Alix / Nino x Cass / Sabrina x Delmar

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 !

Lila's mother decided to take her daughter away from the toxic school she been hearing about from mainly Tom & Sabine Patissiere Bakery she always goes to. She wanted her daughter to stop with her lies for once too so they move to London for her daughter to attend a new school. Where Lila meet Felix Graham de Vanily they got on a good start. Lila was shock that Felix is Adrien's cousin now thinking that she should change her attitude to Felix to gain and stay on his good side.

But what Lila didn't know that Marinette, Nino, and Chloe moved to a different new school in New Jersey so she didn't even think about it until Felix mention about Chloe's name and Marinette. Lila did feel bad for bullying Marinette she still wonder whatever happen back in her old school back in Paris.

News spread wild fire on international and social media about Lila Rossi is now dating Felix Graham de Vanily, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is dating Damian Wayne, Chloe Bourgeois is dating Jon Kent, and lastly Nino Lahiffe is dating Cassandra Cain. It appears that Sabine was a former assassin from League of Assassin with her friend Talia Al Ghul yet they stand as rivals.

As for Alya she seems to be on clutched with Lila Rossi's tales but never check her sources properly but what she doesn't know that she had a restraining order from Marinette, Lila, and Nino.

As for Adrien well he is no longer a sunshine after giving the advice to Marinette about 'high road'. He also got a restraining order from Marinette and Chloe.

Yet Marinette and Chloe still visits Paris as their alter ego to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura with a help by Nino as well. Marinette told Nadja that Rena Rogue is no longer to be trusted with miraculos if she doesn't fact-check her sources. She does not tolerate people who are tabloids.

Marinette is the guardian of the Miraculous which means that she took the Black Cat miraculous from Chat Noir last night before leaving for her new school that her parents and Chloe's dad set up for her, Chloe, and Nino to leave Paris. She gave the Black Cat Miraculous to Damien...

But the rest is up to you!

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silverwhiteraven · 1 year

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MariBat: Vote Your Own Fic - A CYOA writing game. - Set-Up, Part Two.

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Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 1: Last Name: Wayne Part of the See You Again series, you could probably read this without reading the first two fics but it would make more sense if you did read the first two ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

Marinette al- Ghul is seven when she decides she hates her last name.

She’s seven and watching her brother get punished for not acting in a manner befitting the al-Ghuls. Her own punishment, for arguing with grandfather against Damian’s punishment. And she thinks if this is what it means to be an al- Ghul she doesn’t want to be one.

Not that she says it out loud, not even to Damian. But he picks up on it. She notices him staring at her every time she says anything that's out of line. But he never says anything. Not until she announces that she’s leaving two years later.

.oOo.

Marinette Dupain- Cheng is a happy, sweet, normal girl. The daughter of two bakers who lead perfectly ordinary lives. On the surface at least.

But a few select people know that she’s Paris’s heroine. That she’s run away from the League of Assassins. That her adoptive mother is a former assassin.

Her adoptive parents are the only ones who know that she’s Ra’s al- Ghul’s granddaughter.

And no one but her will ever know how much she wishes her brother was with her every single day.

But she doesn’t regret coming to Paris. She doesn’t think she ever will. She has a family of her own here with Tom and Sabine, Adrien, and the rest of her classmates.

.oOo.

Marinette Wayne, she thinks, sounds weird. Not the she uses that name. She prefers Dupain- Cheng and her father doesn’t seem to mind.

She has an extremely large number of siblings now. She wonders sometimes about how on earth her father ended up with 7 children, a Steph and Babs and Alfred.

She’s in the grounds sketching when she hears someone yell out her name. She turns to find Dick and Steph running towards her. Their grins widen when Marinette waves at them. She’s been spending only weekends in Gotham since she first reunited with Damian, returning to Paris for school and Ladybug tasks. But they call all the time, filling Marinette in on everything in Gotham and asking her about Paris.

Her siblings have decided that they must spend almost every second of the weekend with her. The only reason she’s been alone this long is because most of the others are busy with a huge and extremely serious drug case.

When the two of them reach her Steph announces, “We’re going shopping!”

Marinette stares at the two of them, they seem fully serious, so she asks, “Why?”

“You need a dress for the Gala and I’ve volunteered my help.”

She frowns. Gala? She doesn’t remember hearing anything about that. But that’s not the most pressing concern. “Why is Dick here then, his taste is awful.”

Marinette stifles her laughter when Dick splutters indignantly while Stephanie does him no such favour, laughing loudly. When Steph finally stops laughing, they’re halfway back to the Manor and Marinette decides to ask, “What gala?”

Both Dick and Steph freeze in their spots. Steph groans, “please please please tell me that Bruce or Damian already told you.”

“…They didn’t.”

“Why was I expecting anything from B? I have better judgement than that.”

Dick pats her on the shoulder, “It’s ok. We’ve all been there.” Turning to Marinette he says, “The Charity Gala, obviously you don’t have to come if you didn’t want to but they were supposed to ask you if you’d like to be introduced as the newest Wayne at the Gala.”

Steph continues, “and since Damian was not scowling and pouting, we assumed you’d agreed.”

She stands there for a second unsure of what to say. She doesn’t think she’d mind the Gala itself but being a Wayne officially is a lot.

Both Dick and Steph are fidgeting, the awkwardness emanating off of them.

“…I’ll attend the gala but can I have some time to think about the Wayne thing?”

“Of course. Still wanna go shopping?”

Marinette smiles gratefully at the offered distraction, “Sure.”

.oOo.

It plagues her. Every moment she’s not busy she circles back to her conversation with Dick and Steph.

Damian asks her two days after she returns to Paris and her father shows up at the bakery the next day to speak at her. She tells them the same thing she told Steph and Duke. And then spends even more time agonising over it.

She comes to the conclusion that Marinette Wayne just doesn’t sound right.

She brings it up with Adrien when they’re both done with their shifts at the bakery and lazing around in her room. He’s silent for a few minutes before he says, “Maybe you just don’t want to give up either of them.”

Huh. That makes a lot of sense.

.oOo.

She tells them her decision during family dinner on Saturday (which was moved from Thursday so that she could attend). She’s dragged the Dupain- Chengs plus Adrien with her as well. She wants to tell all of them at the same time.

It’s noisy and chaotic and she thinks Damian is trying to stab Tim and she realises that this is as much home as her relatively quiet and calm dinner in Paris with Tom, Sabine and Adrien. She speaks up when Alfred enters the room, “About the Gala-” and suddenly all eyes are on her, “- I’d like to be introduced as Marinette Dupain- Cheng Wayne.”

Her father smiles at her, it’s small but it’s there. “Of course.”

Cass and Damian who are sitting on either side of her, hug her and she thinks Dick is crying and both Sabine and Adrien’s eyes look suspiciously shiny. Tom is definitely crying. Jason makes a comment about how she should probably rethink her decision on joining this family, which earns him a punch from Steph, but he’s grinning as well. Both Babs and Duke are grinning and Tim’s asleep on his plate and probably won’t wake up for a while now. She’ll fill him in later. Alfred’s smiling too, which is affecting his ability to get the chaos under control.

She smiles. Happy to be with her whole family.

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Rewriting Our Lives

by Jaykii1195 Marinette and Damian are nowhere to be found. Leaving their families and friends to search the planet and more for them. What will happened when the League of Assassins and the Order of the Guardians team up, each hoping to gain what they need to their success at world domination. Words: 1093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Félix Fathom, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members, Original Child(ren) of Damian Wayne Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Talia al Ghul, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Alya Césaire Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Arranged Marriage, Pregnancy, Training, Order of the Guardians - Freeform, The League of Assassins (DCU), Kwamis - Freeform, Identity Reveal, Post-Episode: s04 Risque | Risk (Shadow Moth's Final Attack Part 1), Aged-Up Character(s) via https://ift.tt/ScKtVjJ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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The Demon's Queen

Chapter 17

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Mari is 18 Damian is 19

“Okay, let's start the trimonthly meeting,” Superman announced from the head of the table. The Watchtower was filled with the founding members of the Justice League to go over everything that had happened in the last three months, which was a lot.

“Well let’s begin with the most major events,” Batman grumbled, “There were four mass scale alien invasions that involved the whole League plus Young Justice.”

“Thankfully we were able to solve two of them with civil treaty talk,” Wonder Woman chimed in, a gentle smile on her lips as she reminisced on the events.

“The other two had to be captured which resulted in the mass destruction of New York, New Jersey, Missouri, California, and Oregon,” Black Carny listed, “from there we had to help pay for reconstruction. Batman, how much did we have to pay?”

Batman gave the whole League his normal flat look, seemingly unimpressed with the group. “$1.6 billion,” he growled, scowling at the rest of the members, most of which didn’t meet his gaze.

“Right!” Superman exclaimed. “We’ll go over the cost of everything at the end. Next on the agenda is reconnaissance missions and what we’ve learned.”

“The Young Justice team has gone on nearly fifteen missions in the past three months, most of which were successful. From their hard work we were able to prevent five Kobra-Venom shipments,” Flash began to quickly list off, “having skimmed the reports, the few that went off the rails were quickly resolved and handled by other members of the JLA. Going along those lines it was also discovered tha-”

A loud ringing went off and everyone looked back at Superman with a blank stare. “Sorry everyone, it’s one of my emergency lines that I give to citizens, let me juuust-oh.” After Superman had removed the small device his face fell from his usual cheery demeanor into something more tired and solemn. “It’s Mrs. Dupain-Cheng again.”

There were a few frustrated sighs from around the room, others simply shaking their heads in exasperation. As of today it had been one full year since one Marinette Dupain-Cheng had officially gone missing. She and her husband had been calling them every few weeks demanding updates, but the truth was that they hadn’t found anything. Even when Tim had thought he had gotten a lead, it ended up falling flat as there was nothing they could deduce purely from black clothes.

Not only that, but ever since her disappearance, there hasn’t been a single magical attack, which has made looking for her a lower priority. It wasn’t that they wanted her to stay missing or for a lack of scouting, but the matter of fact was that they were dealing with bigger active threats on a day-to-day basis, and there were simply no clues as to where she could be. They let the message go to voicemail and continued on the meeting with a more sober tone.

__________

Ladybug and Chat Noir Were the Villains All Along–An Informative Article About the Truth Behind Akuma Attacks and the “Heroes” Who “Protected” Paris.

16:24 Written by: J. Jona Jámesón (previously hosted on Wild Safari) & Raine Coffee Chaos

It has now been officially one year since Paris’ so-called “heroes” have vanished, along with the emotional terrorist known as Hawkmoth. The last sighting of the heroes was during the last battle with the Akumatized victim known as The Reaper, a twelve-year-old boy that has chosen to remain anonymous.

In that last battle, the video was captured of the Akuma, The Reaper, having the ability to take the lives of any person or being that came near their scythe or made direct eye contact. Other videos taken by popular blogger, Alya Césaire, showed that both of our heroes greatly struggled with this Akuma, where Chat Noir once more fell victim to it, and once more Ladybug barely succeeded on her own. Since the end of that battle both our heroes have simply disappeared along with the villain that brought them to light in the first place; which begs the question: were they ever heroes to begin with?

*video of final akuma attack from “The Ladyblog” filmed by Alya Césaire*

Take that masked menace the Flash, for example. He presents himself as a protector of the masses with his super speed, but has a suspiciously cordial relationship with his ‘Rogues gallery’. These villains are known to have a moral code, avoiding unnecessary harm to innocents and children while committing their various nefarious crimes. It’s more than likely that they’re in cahoots with Flash; pulling off their various stunts with him acting as the “hero”. Making it so that the police cannot properly do their jobs. He is wrongly adored by the unsuspecting masses in Central City, even having a museum! Perhaps he cooperates with the Rogues in a desire for attention and infamy!

However, just as people worship the Flash, the people of Paris worship Ladybug and Chat Noir. And now that Parisians are no longer afraid to talk about the atrocities inflicted on them, it has been widely speculated the heroes that Parisians so heavily relied on were mere children ! If we study the very first video taken of Ladybug and Chat Noir five years ago compared to the most current video of them, it is obvious that the both of them had grown and matured at the same rate as an average teenager. A set of teenagers could never accomplish what Ladybug and Chat Noir have done on their own! There must have been someone behind the scenes.

*Photo of Ladybug and Chat Noir side-by-side during Stone Heart right next to an image of Ladybug and Chat Noir side-by-side during The Reaper *

Who’s to say that, in the end, these kids were not in fact working with Hawkmoth the entire time? Their job: to create mass fear and panic among the citizens of Paris so that everyone would fear for the safety of themselves and the children, who were most at risk if you look at the Akuma, Gigantitan, who was only 5 months when first akumatized, and was targeted nearly 18x after through the years for minuscule, child-like frustrations.

From this prolonged fear-epidemic, studies have shown a mass decrease in mental health and an extreme increase in the unhealthy coping skill of suppressing emotions so as not to be a target. This in turn has led to a massive increase of people searching for and spending on therapists, where there is a shortage of them in Paris. Commonly referred to as the ‘Captive Hearts Epidemic’. And with the government being unwilling to bring in more from outside the city, and France as a whole unwilling to bring more in from out of the country, it is not hard to believe that this was a ruse for people to spend more money to big Healthcare Companies. We have already seen time and time again that Mayor Bourgeois is a corrupt politician only interested in putting more euros in his own private account. It is not hard to believe that he paid off these children and mysterious entities to terrorize the city into buying higher and more expensive health plans, especially since any damage done by these so-called heroes–rather conveniently–just magically disappears; so he never has to worry about paying for any reconstruction.

This war has gone on for over five years without end. The very sudden disappearance of Paris’ heroes and villains without so much as a warning is far too suspicious. It makes no sense as Ladybug and Chat Noir have had no trouble making public appearances and taking interviews. It’s obvious they care about how they are portrayed through the media, so why disappear without telling anyone unless they were caught and forced to give it up? Are we truly in the clear, or are we just coming home to a peaceful disaster?

17:07 RenaRougeOfficial:

How dare you make up such blatant lies and falsehoods! Ladybug and Chat have defended and rescued our people every day, putting aside everything in their lives for us.

Instead of trying to vilify them, why not think of the actual reason they disappeared. Perhaps they defeated Hawkmoth and decided to leave the scene to live in peace. Or maybe they got injured when defeating Hawkmoth and didn’t want anyone to know. Or perhaps it’s because

“Ohhh, that’s a good one Alya, here add this,” Adrien jumped in, startling Alya from her rant filled with righteous fury. She was forcefully pushed aside as Adrien began to type on the keyboard, adding to her rant.

you are just lacking in brain cells. Ladybug and Chat Noir risked their lives every single day so that this city, this world even, could continue on. They put the world on their shoulders knowing that if they failed then the universe itself could have been destroyed. Stop trying to destroy the heroes' reputations simply because you want clicks and views.

“And, send!” Alya announced, slamming her finger on the button. “Now, onto the next one,” she declared while opening a new tab.

“Okay, that’s enough you two,” Nino called out.

“Oh come on Nino! Just one more,” his girlfriend begged.

“You said that five articles ago. I’ve only tolerated you two doing this for so long because of the day. But if you keep going we’re gonna be late,” Nino barged in, powering off the computer before either could do much as protest.

Adrien and Alya looked away from Nino, a deep sadness penetrating their hearts, the same sadness they had been trying to ignore all day, all year really.

Nino watched as Adrien rubbed at his finger, twisting a ring that was no longer there. He had been an absolute wreck the day it had gone missing, saying that it was a parting gift from his mother. Nino could tell he was lying, but didn’t pry as, at the time, it looked like he had just watched someone die. And then with the news of a mysterious attacker stabbing both his father and Nathalie had both been stabbed in their own home and had nearly died of blood loss. Even though he was a terrible dad, Nino didn’t think he deserved that . And Marinette was still missing. It felt as if everything was falling apart at the seams.

"Let's head over to the bakery. Tom and Sabine are waiting for us," he whispered, turning away from his two friends so they wouldn't have to see his pain.

@The_Official_Ladyblog

The Truth of Paris’ Heroes: A Response to the Forgetful

22:34 Written by: Alya Cesaire

It has, unfortunately, come to my attention that there have been some doubts about the sincerity of our heroes and their intentions in fighting for our city. While my beliefs have personally never been shaken, I know that I was able to get to know the heroes on a much more personal level than most. The heroes were, as has been speculated, children. They never confirmed this to me, but I genuinely believe it to be true.

I believe that our heroes were in the same age range as myself, and as such, they were more comfortable opening up to me about the struggles they faced while they were saving our lives.

Ladybug used to cry to me, about how she had to lie to her family about who she was. About how she felt she was a bad friend for having to run away to fight a battle she never wanted to be a part of.

Chat Noir shared how isolated he felt. How he felt free in the suit compared to his life at home. How he had little to no support group to help share the burden of his secret.

They were indeed children, fighting in a war they had no reason to be fighting. They put their lives on the line every time there was an attack. They showed up for us without fail each and every time we needed them, and this is how we repay them?

This is how we thank them?

We come at them, with accusations and cruel assumptions in response to their sacrifices. They gave their very lives for Paris over and over again, and yet here they stand; accused of participating in the crimes they fought so desperately against. How is this fair to them?

How could we treat them this way?

I personally, would like to apologize. Not to Ladybug, the symbol of hope for Paris. Not to Chat Noir, the very definition of Loyalty. But to the people behind the mask. To the children behind the masks.

I’m sorry for how we have treated you, for the suspicion that has been cast upon you. For the doubts we have held as you held the very world on your shoulders. Thank you for always giving your life, for continuously fighting despite your own doubts, and for saving us every day without fail. I know better than anyone, that we did not deserve you.

I hope you find your peace, in the aftermath of Hawkmoth.

__________ Ever since her mission, things had changed in the base. No longer were the other assassins skirting around her, giving her side glances, and weirdly enough, they were no longer ignoring her. When she had first come back, Tomoe had kept her in the medical wing for three days, where during that time The Boy had come in to check on her wounds, before leaving without a word. She had brushed it off as him wanting to make sure his prized possession was still capable of doing his dirty work, but there was something in his eyes she simply couldn’t place.

Then when she had left she could feel the eyes on her. One of the members even gave her a bow of greeting.

“Samiet 'anak dhahabt fi muhimat mae abn awa li'iinqadh baed al'atfali. eamil jid,” one of the others grunted. It took her a moment, but she was able to mentally translate it to, Heard you went on a mission with the Jackals to rescue some kids. Good work. It made something in her feel warm. Valued even. The feeling lasted her the whole day. But there was always a dark feeling in the back of her mind. The reminder of what she was forced to do to free those kids haunting her day and night.

Her thoughts often wondered to the kids. She had blacked out before she could even know what happened to them, but nobody knew, nobody except one person and she wasn’t going to go searching him out. Granted she didn’t have to as he came to her.

Marinette had been reading the book Talia had given her–it was in Arabic so it took her a long time to translate making it a very slow read–but she had been reading it for so long that her head was starting to hurt. Laying down on the small cot she stared at the beige ceiling, imaging the night sky. As of her mission she had been less restricted, allowed to move more freely around the base. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. Setting the tome back on her small dresser. The idea came with some risk, but at this point she was willing to take it.

Carefully sliding the dagger she was now allowed to keep into its sheath at her hip she exited her room, stalking through the halls on light feet. Making sure that nobody noticed or followed her as she made her way to the stairs that lead to one of the towers that overlooked the base. Slowly she went through the small trap door before closing it behind her. There above her was the starry sky in all of its glory. It was a warm night that carried a gentle breeze strong enough to brush her hair aside every so often. The stars glowed brightly as the full moon shone down its ethereal light upon the whole mountain top.

From her perch she watched as the tall grass and wild flowers danced and bowed with the wind, listened to the sound of the night life playing around her, the feeling of being a mere spectator in this moment, the-

“What are you doing up here?”

Marinette nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun while pulling out her dagger in one swift move only to come face-to-face with The Boy. She felt her grip tighten on the hilt of the blade, but didn’t move.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded blankly.

Her eyes narrowed, but slowly she stood from her stance while sheathing the dagger. “I just wanted to see the stars. Am I not allowed even after completing your mission?”

He didn’t respond, just stared her down, his green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. They stayed like that for a few minutes, staring into the others eyes before he broke the silence asking, “How are you faring?”

The question took her by surprise. How was she supposed to respond to that ? “What do you mean?” She questioned, crossing her arms in front of her.

She watched as he slowly walked past her toward the wall, staring out at the base. “I know that the first kill can be…onerous.”

Marinette stared at him like he had grown a second head, none of this made sense. “Did you think I was going to kill myself?”

“No, however it is best to not dwell on those thoughts alone.”

“Well I was trying not to think about it right now, but as you so generously brought it up I guess I must spill my soul to you,” she replied sardonically.

“Tt.”

Marinette took a few steps away from him, watching him as she leaned against the stone railing. His face never changed, always stoic, as if it were carved from stone. His forest green eyes moved from side to side, scanning the area around him. His hair was kept short, though the tips of his bangs brushed against his forehead as the wind continued to blow. His shoulders tense, as if ready for a strike.

They stayed silent, minutes passing between them as they stared out the distance. “Why me?”

She heard him sigh tiredly, not even looking at her as he spoke, “I already told you that. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“No. There is no way that you looked at me as Ladybug and me as Marinette and thought that I could ever be qualified to run this,” she stated, swinging her arm out at the end as if showcasing the base.

“You still doubt yourself,” he grunted, shaking his head disappointedly before turning to face her, looking her directly in her eyes.

“I will not repeat myself again, so listen closely, Marinette. As Ladybug I saw your tenacity, bravery, strategic prowess, and dedication you held. Even as Marinette you still held those exact traits, because even though you might have believed that you and Ladybug were two different people, the truth is that is simply not possible and you know it. Even if you feel less confident you lead your class of fools with strength. You never put yourself above your duty. Even with the knowledge that you were killing yourself, you still took on the responsibility of ensuring the safety of your home. I admire those traits, they are what make you a competent leader, and I believe that you would be an excellent asset in the League’s legacy.”

Marinette stared at him in disbelief, brows furrowing as she replayed his words in her mind. “I’m not just some asset you can use for your games! Have you forgotten that I’m a person too?”

“Of course you are, I have never stated that you are not,” he huffed, a brow lifting as he spoke.

“Yes you did! You have since the day I met you! You only think of me as some sort of weapon, just another tool you can use. Well I’m not a tool! I only saved those kids because it was the right thing to do! But you don’t even care, do you? If you did, then those kids would be somewhere safe!”

“They are safe! Each of them were returned to their families,” he stated firmly, stopping Marinette in her rant. It was the first time she had heard him show any emotion in his voice. “And those without a family were given the choice to either join the League and learn to fight for themselves or be sent to safe foster homes where they would be protected from being put in such a situation ever again.”

Marinette stared at him in awe, she hadn’t expected that. She had truly thought that he would have forced all of the kids to join like he had her, or he would have hid them away somewhere else to keep them quiet.

“Then why didn’t I get a choice?!” She yelled, tears of frustration pricking at her eyes, “Why has everyone here gotten a choice but me?”

Here he finally hesitated, turning his head away with furrowed brows. They stood there for many moments, Marinette trying to catch her breath as her shoulders remained tense.

“It’s late…”

“Is that all you have to say?! You can’t even answer this one, simple question?”

“You should go back to bed.” And with those final words he retreated back down into the base leaving a simmering Marinette atop the parapet.

“HA! That was real smooth, Lover Boy,” Plagg goaded as Damian walked briskly through the halls.

“What are you going on about?” Damian demanded angrily as he snatched the pocket sized god out of his hair. How the infernal beast was able to hide there so often without his notice he still could not discover.

Plagg gave him a large Cheshire grin as he stared up at the boy, “I’ve seen a lot of fighting in my life, but nothing compares to these.”

Damian rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh. Sure he admired Marinette and her tenacity, but she was just so infuriating! She was obstinate, brash, an idealist, and argumentative. There was always a blazing fire behind her sapphire eyes, always alight with the need to prove herself. It was as aggravating as it was endearing.

Shoving the small, laughing god into one of his hidden pockets he entered his rooms and tried to push away the question he could not answer that echoed in his mind.

“Can you believe him, TIkki?! First he demands I answer his question then he refuses to answer mine, and not only that but he runs away! Can you believe that Tikki?!” Marinette turned to her right looking up in the air expecting to see her small red and black friend, but was met with nothing. Marinette clenched her teeth in frustration, it’d been over a year now and she still believed her kwamii was still with her. It’d been over a year, but it’d been nearly five years before they had ever been truly separated in such a way. Marinette didn’t know if she’d ever get used to the emptiness of the air, the knowledge that she was truly alone.

Marinette stared out over the base once more, watching the flicker of the sconces that lined every wall. She couldn't help but think back to his face, the way he finally showed her some emotion. The storm in his dark emerald green eyes before he looked away from her, the way the moon cast shadows over his carmel skin and his sharp, stunned features. The way the wind blew his bangs across his forehead without his notice. In the end, she couldn’t help but loathe him.

She hated his pride, his stubbornness, his stoicness, his skill, his ambition. But if she wanted to escape from here, she would need to become as good as- No. She would need to become better than him. Because even if she escaped without that skill, he would just come back for her and she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Her mind wandered back to the last conversation she had with Talia before Talia left on her own mission.

“Have you been studying the text,” Talia asked her calmly.

“I have. It’s in Arabic though, so it’s been difficult at times to get through.”

Talia gave her a warm smile, “Very good, Marinette. You’re doing well.” Her words warmed her chest, and Marinette couldn’t stop a smile of her own at the praise. “Have you been able to practice what you’ve learned thus far?”

Marinette’s smile fell, “No, I haven’t even figured out how to activate that sort of power, I don’t even think I can.”

“Tch. That sort of thinking is the reason you have not advanced,” she paused for a moment before bending slightly to be eye level with her and placed her hands atop Marinette's shoulders. “I have to leave for a few months, but when I return I hope to train you more in this power, however, you will have to seek me out. I can not help you unless you want to be helped, so I leave this choice to you.”

Marinette couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes. A choice, she finally had a choice! She hadn’t had one of those in so long. She didn’t get a choice to be Ladybug, didn’t get a choice when it came to Chat’s flirtations, didn’t get a choice to become the guardian, didn’t get a choice when it came to helping her class, she never really got to choose anything; until now. She finally had a choice .

“Thank you, My Lady,” she said softly, bowing her head in respect.

“But of course child,” Talia whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear, “Be strong.” And with those parting words, Talia disappeared into the shadows.

Talia had been back on the base for a few weeks now, but Marinette hadn’t approached her for the offered lessons. She hadn’t pressured her, in fact she hadn’t even brought it up since even during their sparse training sessions.

If she wanted to escape The League of Assassins, she would need an advantage. She would need to know or have something that would make it so that if Damian did come after her, he wouldn't be able to touch her. With that thought in mind, she finally made up her mind. Tomorrow she would approach Talia and accept the lessons.

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ladysunamireads · 4 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette #♥#Adrienette #Damian Wayne #Danny Fenton #MLB #⚤#🐞🐱#R:G #Crossover #Royalty AU #Ghost AU #A:AllusiveX5

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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The Al Ghul Family

Lila glared at the evidence in front of her. She quickly wet the papers she had in her hands and threw it in the trash.

'Dammit! If only I had never heard her say the name 'Al Ghul'.'

Lila gripped the sink in the girl's bathroom as hard as she could. She glared at her reflection in the mirror as if it could turn back time. It wasn't her fault that she heard Marinette talking on the phone to someone and calling herself an Al Ghul. Lila had searched up the Al Ghul's and learned they were tied to a dangerous lineage of killers in the past. There wasn't much about them; it was almost as if they were ninjas. The only thing she knew about Marinette was that had some type of Asian heritage. Sure, if she asked around she'd probably know, but she didn't really care.

She felt like she only closed her eyes for a second, as she sighed. When she opened them, Marinette was standing behind her, smiling.

'Speak of the devil.'

"I hope you enjoyed your little game, Layla." Marinette smiled.

"What are you talking about?" Lila questioned, peeved by hearing that name.

"You figured it out by now, right?" Mari continued, cornering Lila like she had done to her long ago, "You were never a threat to me. You do realize that don't you? Gabriel Agreste has always said yes to me. You have to manipulate people to get your way. I could have had you murdered at any moment, but I chose for you to live. I wanted to see what a toy could do when the thought they were in charge. Step out of line again and an accident will happen."

"I'll tell everyone!" Lila hissed.

Marinette stepped back and giggled, "You-You think they'll believe you!"

Lila smirked, "They already do."

"It wasn't hard to find out about you Layla Agetha Vincourt Rossario."

Lila froze and took a step back. She felt the color drain from her face.

"When I show everyone the mess you made at your last five schools. I mean, Audrey Bourgeois wants me as part of her staff. She may not love Chloe, but a national security risk? She'll make sure everyone knows." Mari ranted off, "Think of all the problems you would cause for Gabriel: stocks would plummet and all the recalls. Poor Adrien will be drowning in photoshoots to make up for the publicity. Not to mention, them blacklisting you. To a thief, a liar, and a murder in the eyes of the boy you want."

"I didn't-" Lila began.

"The evidence stands for itself." Marinette shrugged, "Maybe it was an accident that you poisoned the Minister's nephew, but all the people they talked to. All those people who heard you pull the same shit that you do to me? How you cried about being bullied and how his girlfriend was hurting you for just being friends? Do you really think the Minister of Italy won't catch the first flight over to arrest you when he hears you're doing the same thing to a poor baker's daughter. Imagine how much news it will make when people learn about you and your doing the exact same thing in Paris! It'll make international news! How a murder was trying to gain the attention of a famous model and lied her way into is father's graces."

Marinette smiled, "All it would take is one little phone call to the Minister of Italy for him to know where you are now. I don't even have to be the one to make the call. Your poor mother, losing you and her only source of income. Your father is in America with his new wife and new family. I hear his new daughter is everything he ever hoped for."

"Shut up!" growled Lila.

"She's a straight A student, popular, dating a musician that her father approves of."

"Shut up!" Lila repeated.

"You're just jealous of your little sister because she's everything you're not. Too think, she's only one year younger than you? I heard she took after her mother, but you took after your father. He cheated on your mother didn't he? He lost his job because he was employed by your mother's family. Then, he married into his mistress's family. Of course, none of it is his money; it belongs to his wife and daughter. If he doesn't behave, he doesn't get an allowance. Smart of her to make him sign a pre-nup. He cheats and he's back to being broke." Marinette laughed, "Your mother would hate you if she knew you were just like him. She has sole custody. Your father didn't even want you."

"Shut up!" Lila screamed, before charging after Marinette.

Marinette yawned and easily flipped her onto her back.

"You're nothing, but a disappointment." Mari hissed, "Weren't those his last words to you?"

Lila laid there and sobbed.

"You truly are disappointing; I expected more of my so-called bully." Mari sighed, "Make sure you behave from now on and if you decide to make me your bully again, well, Mommy will find out just how much of a Daddy's girl you really are. I'd be careful with my next move if I were you."

Marinette walked out of the school and smiled. I was great to see a familiar face

"So?" Damian questioned, as Marinette towards him.

Marinette smirked, "Mother always did say innocence was my best look."

"Think the liar will listen?" Damian asked.

"Eh." Mari shrugged, "I'll call you if she doesn't. Just forward everything to her mother and let me know. I don't want to miss the fall out."

"What about Gabriel?" he asked.

Marinette smiled, "He has two years to change. If not, I'll burn his company down or buy it out; I haven't decided yet."

"What about Junior?" her brother questioned.

"I've already convinced him to give up modeling and Agreste Senior agreed, but that bitch doesn't know that." his sister commented.

"Sometimes I wonder if I should be convinced how much you think like Mother, but look like Father." Damian stated.

"A female isn't needed on the throne." she shrugged.

"That was Grandfather's mistake." Damian growled, "Mother was just as deadly as him. What about coming to the manor?"

"Not yet. Father is still adjusting to you." Marinette declared, "He may know of me, but that doesn't mean he views me as his. I don't want his legacy and that's all he cares about. He thinks I'm 'safe' so we'll keep it that way."

Damian smirked, "Gotham would likely be destroyed in an instant if we both took it on."

"You know how to reach me if there is ever anything you need." Mari commented.

"I gave Todd your number for emergency use only." Damian declared, "If I can't call, he will."

"You better be dead if he calls me." Marinette frowned, glaring at her brother.

'Just as dramatic as Mother.'

Damian noticed someone walking towards them and changed his demeanor.

"Thank you." he spoke and began to walk away.

Marinette watched, confused, at least until she heard some footsteps.

"Who was that, Marinette?" Adrien questioned.

Marinette blushed at his sudden appearance by her side.

"T-Tourist." she smiled, "Um, lover. NO! I-I mean louve. He wanted to know about the louve! Where, um-"

Adrien chuckled and listened patiently, as she explained the stranger's presence.

"Think I can walk you home?" he asked, taking her hand.

Damian watched as Marinette turned red and looked away from the blonde.

'Adrien Agreste, hmmmm. I'll still never get over how scary like Mother she is. She always knows what she wants and how to get it. I doubt she'll slip anything into his drink, though.'

"Welcome to the Al-Ghul family, Agreste." Damian smirked.

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