A very special fic for @blueisasome for my @badthingshappenbingo card
Loss of a pet: (no I'm not naming them yet)
Damian sighed and returned to checking the cat food bowls. They were getting ready to open for the day and everything needed to be ready before they released the cats into the cat room.
"Hey, Damian?" Jeremy called out to him. "There's a girl crying outside."
"And?" Damian asked with a raised eyebrow. Grayson had decided that he needed to get this part-time job over the summer to build humility, but so far he had just decided that his coworkers were stupid.
"Do we let her in?" He asked.
Damian looked at his watch. "We open in three minutes, there is a girl sobbing outside, and you're asking me if we let her in?"
"Yeah," Jeremy answered the question.
"Go open the door," Damian hissed.
Damian finished letting the cats into the cat room and then went over to the girl who was silently crying while she was petting Pumpkin. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.
The girl nodded her head and then shook it slowly as she bit her lip to hold back tears. "I-i will be."
"Can I ask what happened?" Damian asked softly as he subtlety pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.
"My cat recently died," she whispered out. "He was a present from my best friend before I moved to Gotham."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Damian handed her the handkerchief.
She accepted it and dabbed at her eyes. "I thought... I thought maybe I could adopt one of your adoptable cats, but maybe it's a dishonor to his memory."
"Tell me about your cat, maybe we can find someone that will fit in your home but not be a replacement."
"His name was Cataclysme. He was not as destructive as his name implies though." She gave a watery laugh. "But he was rambunctious, especially when we moved here and he no longer had Plagg to play with."
"Plagg?" Damian asked, the name sounding familiar.
"My best friend's cat." She said quickly.
"So you must have put a lot of energy into caring for Cataclysme." Damian smiled at the name, it confirmed that she spoke french, and based on her accent she was probably from somewhere in France.
"Yeah, he was my world. I don't have many friends here in America, and I spend so much time working, but he always knew when it was time for me to take a break." She twisted his handkerchief in her hands and Pumpkin bumped her nose into her arm. "She's friendly."
"She's needy," Damian corrected. "She'll take up all of your time here if you would let her, but I think you should meet Chaos, I think you two would get along."
Damian stood and held out a hand. "Sorry, I didn't get your name."
"I'm Marinette."
"It's nice to meet you Marinette, I'm Damian." He smiled at her. "Now, let's find where Chaos is hiding."
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#but unfortunately i dont have the energy to deal with it and i just go no i havent read anything recently i dont have the time :((
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Painting Over Scars and Bruises
Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 5: Siblings and Day 25: Older/ Little! Mari
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1.
Tim is being dragged to bed by a nine-year-old and he's too tired to fight against her. Marinette has wrapped him in a blanket and is currently scolding him about how sleep deprived he looks. Dick, the extremely cruel brother he is, is laughing and calling out encouragement to Marinette as he trails behind the two of them.
He's not fully sure how he ended up in this situation. He vaguely wonders if sleep deprivation leads to gaps in memory. He should get his laptop and check, when he tries to move away, Marinette holds his arm tighter and glares at him. "You're going to sleep. I'm not giving you a choice. Robin training can wait one night."
Behind him, Dick doubles over in his laughter and Tim glares at him weakly. Either Dick doesn't notice or he doesn't care, not that it affects Tim because Marinette isn't slowing down. Five minutes later he's been tucked into bed, the lights are switched off and Marinette and Dick have completely rid his room of any electronics. Marinette hugs him before she runs out his room cheerfully yelling out a good night. Dick who's finally stopped laughing, says, "Sweet dreams," before following after their younger sister.
Sighing, he closes his eyes and tries to get some sleep.
2.
Dick opens the door only to have a container of food shoved into his arms. Before he can say anything, Tim and Marinette have walked past him and into his living room. Shutting the door, he follows them inside.
He leaves the container in the kitchen The two of them are standing in the centre of his living room. Marinette is sitting on Tim’s shoulders and telling him something while Tim listens to her attentively. Noticing him she jumps off Tim and Dick rushes to catch her. She laughs when he does and Tim shrugs, “She’s been doing this a lot lately. Alfred says, ‘nine is the age where children decide they must climb on and jump off everything.’”
Dick laughs it off. “What brings the two of you Bludhaven?”
Marinette glares at him, “Babs said you’re not taking care of yourself properly so we brought you Alfie’s cooking.”
Dick freezes. So maybe it’s been an extremely busy week but he’s coping. And it certainly does not necessitate actual children having to worry about him. Plastering on a smile he says, “I’m fine, you really don’t have to worry about me.”
Marinette bonks him on the head at the same time Tim gives him an unimpressed look, “You’re literally limping. It won’t kill you to take a break. B asked Superman to take care of anything that comes up here.”
“B knows??”
Tim frowns slightly, “He’s worried too, you know.”
Dick mutters, “He has an odd way of showing it.”
Marinette grins at him, “Alfie’s lecturing him! Now! Eat!”
He turns to Tim with a pleading look. Tim smiles at him in faux innocence, “Who was it again who encouraged Marinette when she tried to get me to sleep more?”
Dick groans but he lets his little sister drag him to the kitchen, regardless.
3.
Jason is still shaking when he wakes up. He swears under his breath. It’s been so long since he had a nightmare. The door creaks open and when he doesn’t see anyone, he wonders if he’s still dreaming. But the door opens further and he lowers his gaze to see Marinette entering the room.
He goes towards the edge of his bed and whispers, “Hi Pixie, what are you doing up?”
She’s looking at him with worry in her big blue eyes, “Jay yelled out loud.”
“I’m sorry I woke you up.”
She climbs onto his bed, “It’s ok. I wasn’t asleep.”
Right. She hasn’t been sleeping well since the attack on the gala. Except unlike him, she barely makes a sound when she has a nightmare.
Marinette smiles at him, “We should go have cookies and milk! Dick says it helps,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “but we have to do it without Alfie noticing.”
Jason is sure Alfred knows and simply chooses not to comment on it but he goes along with it anyway.
A few minutes later, the two of them are creeping along the hallways of the manor. Failing miserably at the actual sneaking around with how much Marinette keeps erupting into giggles. Not that Jason really minds, it’s not like they’d get in trouble.
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100 notes - Posted September 7, 2022
#4
Dick: I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.
Marinette: *hanging upside down off her bed, glaring at her sketch book* Rot in hell, Dick.
Dick: *dramatic gasp* My baby sister swears!
Marinette: *rolls her eyes* Shut up. You’re only three years older. And we have like 20 siblings. Go call Damian a baby.
Dick: *pouts* He tried to stab me last time.
Marinette: Good. You deserve it.
Dick: No one appreciates me in this house.
Marinette: I love and appreciate you but if you don’t get out of my room this second you should know that I know where Damian keeps his knives.
110 notes - Posted June 19, 2022
#3
Marinette: What do you think is our song?
Tim: Our song is the slamming screen door-
Marinette: ...
Tim: Sneaking out late, tapping on your window-
Marinette: Are you just quoting song lyrics?
Tim: *now singing* When you're on the phone and you talk real slow~
Marinette: Why do I love you?
128 notes - Posted June 5, 2022
#2
Consequences
Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting
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When Marinette offered to be the one to try if the space power ups she’d made for the kwamis worked she’d never really expected this. She’d just been floating around in space, making sure her suit was fully functional in peace except she’s definitely been cursed at birth to never have a peaceful life and the watchtower was close enough that they’d spotted her and sent Martian Manhunter to bring her back to the watch tower.
They’re currently waiting at one of the entrances. She doesn’t know why and the superhero beside her hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with information. A few minutes later a few heroes appear at the end of the hallway. She relaxes in relief when she spots Red Robin’s god-awful costume. Tim can just explain things and she can go back to the bakery and sleep for the rest of the day.
Tim does not do that.
Apparently, he’s still mad at her for dumping a large amount of glitter in his room. In her defence, she had been bored and the glitter was biodegradable. Not that it was any less annoying.
She glares at Tim as Aquaman and Green Arrow have a hushed discussion with Red Robin's occasional extremely unwanted input. In the end, she’s taken to a meeting room and what feels like most of the Justice League is gathered there.
This is not how she imagined her first meeting with the JL would go.
As she explains the Paris situation to the heroes, Marinette considers the pros and cons of fratricide. Currently, there are more pros and every dumb question directed at her is not doing Tim a favour.
No, she is not the only Parisian hero. Yes, she has a partner. Yes, she’s had prior training. No, she doesn’t have a mentor (which is technically true, it’s not like she can say, “Actually, I’m Batman’s daughter.”) Yes, they’re handling it. No, the JL doesn’t need to intervene and so on and so forth until Marinette is one step away from yelling at all of them.
As they continue to bombard her with questions Marinette wonders how Timothy Jackson Drake, he died as he lived: being a fucking idiot would look on a headstone.
And then Flash asks, “Wait how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be one of two heroes responsible for a whole city. You don’t even have any other support!”
Tim snorts but he hides it with a cough. Marinette would like to exchange her brother for a pet, maybe a dog. Damian would agree with her.
She breathes in deeply, trying to calm down before she replies. Not that she gets the chance to. The rest of the members start to speak over one another and she gives up. Maybe she’ll sneak out once she’s sure they definitely won’t notice assuming Tim doesn’t tell on her, of course.
As the justice league continues to fuss around her, she works out her escape plan. Next time she should let Adrien be the one to test the power ups. He probably wouldn’t mind this.
She hears Green Arrow say, “We should probably call her parents, right?”
“Do you really think she’d tell us how to contact her parents?” Green Lantern shoots back. Tim is no longer trying to hide his amusement but no one notices, too busy trying to figure out what to do with her to question Red Robin’s odd behaviour. Asshole. She’s dumping more glitter in his room the next time she visits.
“We can just ask Bats to look into it.”
“Ask me to look into what?” The whole room quietens at the sight of Batman and Superman.
Marinette grins. Finally! She can leave. She stands, smiling, “the Justice League is apparently interested in babysitting random teenagers they find in space.” Her dad stares at her for a moment before sighing.
The whole Justice League is staring at the scene before them in confusion. Except for Tim and Uncle Clark. The two of them are trying very hard not to laugh.
“Ladybug, you’re too old to require a babysitter.” Marinette has never heard her father sound so done with their shenanigans that she grins, behind her Tim is openly laughing.
She struggles to answer in a way that doesn’t give up her identity. Fuck it. It’s not like the league isn’t trustworthy when it comes to secret identities and nor do they live in Paris.
“I’m aware but your lovely co-workers are treating me like a baby and my asshole of a brother isn’t helping the situation at all.”
“I’m not sorry,” Tim says unabashedly and Marinette knows even without looking at him that he’s smirking.
Turning, she glares at him, “Nor am I. I hope the glitter never gets out of your clothes. And if somehow it does, I’ll add more.”
He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”
“I’ll enchant the glitter to stick to you and only you.”
“You can’t actually do that.”
She frowns, “You don’t know that.” Tim does in fact know that. She spent an hour complaining to him about how hard magic was just last week but she’d rather die than lose an argument with her siblings.
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176 notes - Posted September 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Tim: Are you joining me for dinner?
Marinette: No. I don't like you. I barely tolerate you.
Tim: Then why do you keep coming back?
Marinette: Revenge.
Tim: I still don't know what I did wrong.
Marinette: And you will die oblivious to it.
Tim: Isn't that a bit dramatic?
Marinette: Excuse you. I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want outside of work hours.
Tim: *frowning* We're still at the office.
Marinette: And work hours ended several hours ago. My point still stands.
Tim: *concerned* Don't overwork yourself. Take a small break? For me?
Marinette: *rolling her eyes* Fine. I'll try. Have fun at your dinner. Try not to die.
Tim: It's with Lex Luthor, I can't promise you that.
Marinette: *grinning* And this is why I refuse your dinner invitations.
Tim: *dramatic gasp* And here I thought it was because you hated me.
Marinette: *blushing* Just go.
Tim: Only if you tell me why you're mad.
Marinette: *glaring* You took the last bit of coffee and didn't make a new one. That's unacceptable.
Tim: *surprised* I'm sorry. I genuinely didn't realise it. *reaches into his bag and takes out a thermos* You can have mine.
Marinette: *accepts it* Thank you. Now go before Luthor starts calling. He's extremely annoying.
Tim: *sighs* Fine. See you tomorrow?
Marinette: *smiling slightly* see you tomorrow.
179 notes - Posted June 17, 2022
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