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[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 18-Alien

Jon came up with a great idea; He was going to shop in Gotham for the holidays. Metropolis was too busy and he'd likely run into his parents. Besides, he needed a gift for Damian. Damian wouldn't suspect him of being in Gotham and he probably wouldn't run into him. His best friend wasn't a fan of the holiday traffic and preffered shopping online. He very much doubted that Damian would be walking aound Gotham and would catch him in he act. He would just swing by the manor and surprise him with his gift later.

Jon quickly descended into an empty alleyway. Jon walked out and began to search shop after shop for something for his best friend. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. Jon turned and saw someone standing in front of a shop, dressed in a pink jacket. She had bright blue eyes and her hair was in pigtails. She looked so much like a real life doll.

'What is she doing in Gotham? Doesn't she know where she is? She's gonna get kidnapped!'

Jon quickly walked over in her direction.

"Are you okay?" he smiled, hoping to gain her attention.

The bright blue eyes that had drawn him in, turned dark. He never thought she would glare at him.

"I'm fine." she declared, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

'An accent? She must be a foreigner. She might be walking into a trap!'

"Do you mind if I wait with you?" Jon questioned.

He watched the girl take a step back and press her back to the store wall. She quickly looked down the street.

'Oh god, she thinks I'm a kidnapper!'

Jon shook his hands in front of her and took a step back.

"I'm not trying to hurt you or anything!" he cried out, "You stand out! I just wanted to make sure your boyfriend got you safetly!"

'She's so cute. It's a shame she already has a boyfriend.'

Jon saw her eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas. Jon turned to see who or what had made her look like that. He never expected to see Damian.

"Damian!" she cried, before rushing and hugging him.

'Damian has a girlfriend?'

"Jon?" Damian called out.

"Oh." the girl spoke, "You know him?"

Damian looked from Jon to Marinette and glared, "How do you?"

"He said I stood out." she sighed, "Said he wanted to make sure I was okay."

"Habibiti has trust issues." Damian voiced, before turning to her, "And I believe I expressed my concerns of your wardrobe choices."

"You're dating?" Jon spoke, interrupting what looked like would become a lover's spat.

"Is that a problem." the Wayne heir growled.

"N-No!" Jon exclaimed, "Just, uh, um surprised."

Marinette looked between them and returned to glaring at Jon.

"How well do you know him?" Mari questioned.

"Enough." Damian quipped.

"We're friends." Jon sighed.

"So you have stated over the last seven years." Damian announced.

Marinette turned to her boyfriend. He looked at her with concern.

"So....trustworthy?" she asked.

"Yes." he nodded.

Marinete turned and smiled brightly at Jon.

"Then, thank you." Marinette said, "Sorry for assuming badly of you."

'Holy shit! She has a cute smile!'

Jon could feel his face turning red as she continued to smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his best friend glaring at him and reaching into his back pocket.

"Um, I'll swing by your place later with my gift." Jon announced, "Just dropping it off and heading home."

Damian nodded, grabbed his girlfriend's bag, her hand and led them away to his car.

The Kents' could tell something was wrong with Jon. It had been a week since he went to Gotham for a present and his mood had been sour, since.

"What's wrong?" Clark questioned, after dinner.

Jon groaned in response, throwing himself of the couch.

"Did you find a present or not?" Conner asked.

"Yeah." Jon answered.

"Then?" Lois pushed, "What's the problem? Did you find your gift? I would think the Waynes know to wrap your gifts better."

"I got a crush on a girl." he admitted.

"Ask her out." Conner sighed.

"I'm sure she'll like you." Clark smiled.

Jon sighed, "She's dating someone else already."

"Seriously?" Conner shouted.

Jon nodded, burying his face in the couch cushion.

"Is it a girl from Gotham?" Mr. Kent questioned.

"She's cute." he mumbled.

"I'm sure you can win her over." Lois commented, rubbing her son's back.

"I'd die if he ever knew." the youngest Kent whined.

'And I think he does.'

Conner rolled his eyes, "Bro, no one can kill us."

"You say that but-" Jon began.

"Who is she dating?" Lois interrupted.

"Damian." Jon pouted, sitting up, clutching the pillow.

"You're right." Connor spoke, backing off, "Those Bats have a plan to kill everyone."

Jon sighed, "Yeah. The others may have plans, but Damian is probably the only one who wouldn't hesitate to carry it out."

"So, what's she like?" Clark asked.

"Yeah?" Conner questioned, "How did you fall for the Demon Bat's girl?"

"She's cute and adorable, like a doll. She was wearing pink and her hair was in pigtails." Jon spoke.

"No way!" laughed Lois.

"She has an accent so she's not even from around there. I don't know what language she speaks; she only spoke English in front of me." Jon began to explain, "The moment I walked up to her, her whole demeanor changed. She glared at me."

'I wouldn't doubt that Damian trained her in some shape or form.'

"What did she look like?" Clark asked.

Jon smiled, "Wayne bill."

The rest of the Kents' laughed.

'The look was genetic.'

Connor sighed, "I'm still shocked that brat has a girlfriend."

"Me too." Jon groaned, "He didn't even tell me. I found out only because she was waiting for him and I thought she'd be kidnapped or something."

"What do you mean?" Lois quizzed.

Jon lowered the pillow, "I saw a girl, who looked like a doll: pigtails, bright blue eyes, wearing pink in Gotham."

"Either a trap or new to Gotham." Clark replied.

"Exactly!" Jon shouted "So I tried to help, but she glared at me and backed away. She was cautious."

"Civilian?" Clark pushed.

"I-I don't know." the youngest Kent admitted, "I never even x-rayed her. I was just sorta in shock that someone looked like that was in Gotham. Her eyes went back to normal when she saw Damian and he hugged her."

"Mr. No Touchy hugged her?" Lois asked in shock.

"Yep." Jon answered.

"Bro." Conner began.

"Yeah?" his brother wondered.

"You're dead meat." the eldest declared.

Jon threw himself back into the couch, "I know!"

"What's her name?" Conner asked.

Jon opened his mouth and shut it.

"I don't know. She never told me and he never said it." Jon stated, "He called her 'Habibiti', but that's something Damian has told me is precious names to his parents. So, it must be in Arabic."

Lois patted her son's head. Before they could blink, Clark was back with a pint of everyone's favorite ice cream. Jon smiled and reached for the strawberry shortcake swirl.

"So, what did you end up getting Damian?" his father asked, changing the subject.

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[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Mission Sleeptime

Tag Team Tournament 2022

Day 5

Prompt: I'm staying right here

Masterlist

…………………..

"Come on Marinette, let's get you to bed."

"Noooo, I'm staying right here."

Jon gently stroked his girlfriend's hair as she curled in closer to him, in essence pinning to the sofa.

"We shouldn't sleep on the sofa. Your cousin's will kill me for not treating you right."

"Not my cousins."

"You tell them that then."

Jon huffed at the grumbling tired sounds escaping Marinette as she fought sleep and wake in equal measure.

"It's better for them to claim cousins as they'd prefer siblings especially if Bruce had his way with the world."

Shuffling closer to the woman, the sunshine in his world, so they could be face to face, Jon grinned at the adorable pout Marinette sent him.

"Do you want me to die because of Kryptonite poisoning?"

"Nooo! Can't we just stay here though. It's comfy and you're here."

Marinette curled in closer wrapping her arms round Jon tighter to not let him leave. Residing himself to the cuddle fate that he would *just* have to suffer, Jon pulled Marinette in close and moved them both to a seating position as Marinette let out disgruntled whine. Ignoring the abandoned cocoa mugs on the table Jon lifted the girl up into his arms and started to leave the Wayne family den.

He didn't know why he agreed to let Marinette convince him that it was the best location for a film night date. Especially as he could feel her reverse found family cousins, his best friend and his unique siblings, watching his every move. The farm, Metropolis, Paris would have been better, or well, safer for him. The other locations still had their drawback of different spies, just ones that maybe slightly less intimidating.

"Come on. I'll carry you Sunshine. Let's get to bed."

A hum was all Jon got in response.

As he walked down the family wing and headed towards the room opposite Damian's, he ducked as a birdrang flew at him.

"Hi Dames! I'm just…"

"Tt. I know what you're up to Kent!"

"... putting Sunshine to bed…"

"You're seducing her. Stealing her innocence!!!"

"Dames!!! Not this again. Please. Let me put MY girlfriend to bed. We can talk about it sensibly afterwards."

"I'm watching you, farm boy. You may be my… close associate, but Dupain-Cheng is… family."

Jon rolled his eyes and walked into Marinette's room. Yep, staying here was a bad move. Protective Wayne's are crazy.

"Shhh D… sleepy time. Stab mon amour tomorrow."

Ok, his girlfriend fitted in perfectly with them and was crazy too.

"Tt, you're safe for now Kent."

Damain moved with the shadows back into his own doorway watching Jon with his eerily observant eyes. Moving quickly into the only safe haven within the spooky grand building, Jon quickly closed the door to the staring eyes.

"My saviour."

"Hmmm, love you mon amour."

"Love you too Sunshine."

Jon carefully delivered his precious load to the ridiculously large and cloud-like bed before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Marinette's nose, then forehead. He pulled the blankets up to cover the drowsy woman as she curled into a ball and reached out for him.

"Stay, non amour, please."

There was no debate. Dealing with the over protective Wayne's or curling up and snuggling with his girlfriend.

"Course Sunshine, I'm staying right here with you."

[its-karma-bitches-00]

Damian: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Jon: I think you mean cards. Marinette, watching Damian pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, he does not.

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

One day at the park after class when the weather is fine...

Marinette: Tell me something I don't know.

Jon: (lifts a brow)

Marinette: What? Go on.

Jon (smirks): Alright. Damian loves you.

Marinette:

Marinette: No he doesn't.

Jon: Alright. Let's treat this logically. Why would he call you Angel if he isn't infatuated?

Marinette (calmly answers): Because we're friends and that is his friendly nickname for me.

Jon (looks offended): How the hell is vomited alien from planet K friendly to me then?

Marinette (chuckles): Ask him.

Damian (walks right on time, throws his things on the table and sits beside Mari): Here's your bag, Angel. And I got you ice cream. Strawberry vanilla with chocolate and pistachio, just as you like.

Marinette (beams and kisses his cheek, like a friend of course): Thank you.

Damian (blushes and coughs but hides it in a book.)

Jon (looking at Mari): Tell me I'm wrong again. It's obviously mutual.

Mari (licking ice cream): No, it's not.

Damian: What are we talking about?

Jon: The fact that you're an unfair friend since you didn't get me ice cream.

Damian (scoffs, pulls out a chocolate bar from his bag and flicks it at Jon.)

Jon: Oh, chocolate! You know me so well. Thanks!

Marinette: (laughs and leans her head on Damian's shoulder)

Damian (adjusts to accommodate her): Sleepy?

Marinette: Jon told me something today.

Damian: What is it?

Jon: That you love her.

Damian (freezes.)

Marinette (burries her face in her hair and tries to pull back.)

Damian (recovers): Oh.

Jon (looks outraged at the nonchalance): Oh? What oh? YES OH!

Damian: Well, he's not wrong.

Marinette: (freezes then)

Damian (calls softly, looking her in the eyes): Angel...

Marinette: Ye-yes?

Damian: Does that make you uncomfortable?

Marinette: Uhm...n-no. It really doesn't.

Damian: Ok then.

Damian (smiles subtly. Mari thinks he looks radiant. He picks up her hand, and she lets him.)

Jon (jumps up from his sit, eyes wide like an owl before exploding into manly squeals on their behalf): YES!!! I WIN! The bats owe me a hundred bucks each!

[intercoursefluids]

Maribat but with hanahaki disease but not in the "Love me or I will die way" more like this:

Marinette passes Damian and Jon in the hall: *Smiles and waves*

Jon: *Smiles and Waves back*

Damian: *Nods in acknowledgement*

(As soon as Mari turns the corner)

Damian:*Clears his throat to get rid of the urge to cough, a single rose petal leaves his mouth*

Jon, to Damian: For the love of everything holy, just tell the girl that you like her

Damian: I would rather die thank you

[ggomos-maribat]

Menace

As I said in the AO3 this was a fic that I had drafts for but never got around to completing. Thought it would be a waste not to post it anyway :D Do bear in mind that these were drafts, so the pacing is choppy and can skip over some things.

--

I

"Marinette? Can you help me change the curtains?"

"Coming, maman!" The girl zipped down the stairs, only to be greeted with an overfilled table. All sorts of delicacies decorated the top, with an elaborate centerpiece that Sabine only brought out when special guests were over. She chuckled and got the lace curtains from her mother.

"This is too much. You know we can't finish all of this." Marinette climbed on a stool and began putting on the newly washed curtains.

"Oh come on, you haven't seen them for a long time. Let me throw a feast." Sabine patted her back before moving back to the kitchen.

"No, you haven't seen them in a long time and now you have an urge to spoil them," said Marinette.

She hadn't expected that day to come quickly. For a rare time, her childhood friends had the chance to visit Paris, France, courtesy of Bruce Wayne's lavish spending. The boys would be flying over from Metropolis, Gotham, and Fawcett City and were staying over for a few days.

Sabine blew out a breath. "The ice cream shop texted me. Their delivery man isn't available today. I'm sorry dear, but can you go pick it up before the boys arrive?"

"Of course, maman. I'll take my scooter."

Marinette grabbed the money and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before dashing down the apartment. She was peacefully driving on her scooter when she heard an ominous thump from the side of the ride. Skidding to a halt, she gaped at the mutated dinosaurs trampling over the city, sending Parisians into a panic. On the widescreen attached to a building, Nadja Chamack warned the public about the third akumatization of Dr. Anne-Jeanne.

"Not today!" Marinette groaned under her breath. From her half-open purse, Tikki sent a sympathetic look.

She took the next right to find a spot to transform. But she found herself speeding up, going too fast, only to be hit with a sudden impact on her side as she was knocked over by one of the villain's creatures. Marinette's breath fell short while she laid on the road, clutching her head. A few feet from her, she saw a familiar car pull over.

---

She regained her consciousness, but was cursed with a splitting headache. Marinette whimpered and burrowed deeper into the arms of whoever was holding her. When she tried to open her eyes, the light stung her vision, making her shut them tight again. She had no idea where she was or who she was with, but the smell of asphalt and the voices clued her in.

"This is a bad idea, Dames. We can't be seen in Paris—"

"Do you want us to sit back and let that thing wreak havoc in the city while Ladybug's nowhere to be found?"

"But the Justice League promised Ladybug they won't interfere—"

"The League promised. Not us."

"Wait, so technically, Billy's the one breaking the rules here—"

A snort sounded. "Wait a minute, I was the one who saved Marinette."

Marinette felt herself being shifted around. Billy . . . but the one talking didn't sound like Billy. It sounded like—She tentatively opened her eyes a little to see a lightning emblem on a broad chest. Captain Marvel. He was the one carrying her.

Her eyelids closed again. Head hurts. Dami. Jon. Billy. What . . .?

"Oh look, the cat can't even handle the villain himself," Damian (or Robin?) huffed.

"Even if we interfere, we can't purify the akuma without Ladybug," Jon argued.

"We can always stall until she arrives," Captain suggested.

The akuma! Chat! Marinette stirred, pretending to wake up for the first time. She squirmed and groaned, opening her eyes. Captain Marvel placed her on the ground but she swayed as  she tried to stand up.

"Ma—!"

Robin sharply nudged Superboy on the side.

Superboy cleared his throat. "I mean, citizen! Are you okay?"

Marinette clutched her head. "Hurts."

Robin's lips thinned to a line. Marinette knew his irises must be blazing behind his mask. "You probably have a concussion. Captain will stay behind with you while we fight the akumatized villain."

Marinette swallowed thickly. No, I have to get away from here. Transform. Get the akuma. Get the ice cream. Get back home.

"Why do I have to stay?" Captain Marvel asked.

"If you're spotted here, how will you explain that to the League?"

"Fine."

Robin rolled his shoulders. "At least our fathers are used to us getting into trouble."

Superboy glanced back at her worriedly as he flew up while Robin grappled away. Captain Marvel led her to a hidden alley for safety. Scratches and aches were scattered around Marinette's body, adding to the throbbing in her head. She braced herself on the wall just as more of the dizziness kicked in. I'm in no state to fight right now. Besides that, she wouldn't be able to concentrate because of that sudden revelation.

"Ladybug's cure will heal you right?" Captain Marvel fidgeted next to her.

"It should," she mumbled.

She waited for a time when the hero wasn't looking and removed her earrings to give to Tikki. The kwami immediately vacated her purse to hand the Miraculous to her partner.

Marinette slid down to a sitting position, holding her head with both hands. My best friends are superheroes.

---

She had arrived back home before they did. Marinette sped up the upper floor to drop off the ice cream, meeting Sabine's worried expression.

"Marinette? Are you okay? I saw the akuma attack in the news." Sabine's eyebrows furrowed. "I shouldn't have let you pick up the ice cream."

Marinette forced out a smile of reassurance. "I'm okay, maman. I went to a safe spot as soon as I could and Ladybug—err, the heroes fixed everything."

"Do you think the boys got caught in the attack too?"

"I'm sure they'll be fine." She waved the thought off. "I'll text them to check."

Without giving Sabine a chance to respond, she dashed up to her bedroom, saying that she had to change to a better outfit. Marinette practically threw her purse on the chaise as she steadied her breaths. First, she let her mind run. Damian. Robin. Jon. Superboy. Billy. Captain-freaking-Marvel who hadn't even revealed his identity to the rest of the League. The rest of the puzzle pieces fell into place. The Wayne family. The Kents.

Marinette groaned and held her head again. It had been so obvious. They were right in front of her the entire time! And yet she had never stopped to think that they were like her, living with two identities. She sat upright, stiffening. She would have to control her heartbeat around Jon. No. She'd have to be careful around all three of them. Jon was a walking lie detector. Damian was a detective. And Billy was perceptive and had the Wisdom of Solomon. She shuddered, thinking how many times she could've come close to letting her alter ego slip while not knowing about it.

She jolted when she heard her phone ring. Putting a hand on her chest, she answered the call. The frantic voice of Adrien bombarded her ears. "Mari? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm okay." She sighed. "The cure fixed everything."

"Are you sure? Tikki said you had a concussion. I have to send the earrings back—"

"No, wait!" The words tumbled out of her lips without much thought. "I think it's better if you keep the earrings and Tikki for a while."

"What? Why? Is it not safe in your house?"

Marinette stood up and opened a mini drawer on her desk to retrieve a pair of extra earrings that looked like her Miraculous. "No, not like that. We're having guests over later. I won't have time to meet up with you and it's too dangerous for you to drop in. I'll get the earrings tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." Adrien muttered a curse. "I have to sneak out for sweets."

"Don't feed her too much." She laughed a little, easing off the tension in her body. "Thanks for covering for me today, kitty. You did so well."

"Yeah, but the other heroes suddenly showed up . . ."

Marinette gnawed on her lip. "I—I saw them too. Did they interfere too much?"

"They helped save some civilians," Adrien grumbled. "But Robin won't stop nagging my ear off."

"Marinette!" Sabine called out from downstairs. "They're here!"

"I'll talk to them next time," she promised. "I have to go. Thanks again, kitty."

She took a few more seconds to fish out the Mouse pendant from the box as temporary protection. Fortunately, the pendant in camouflage matched her outfit perfectly. She bounded down the stairs to see the three boys, not a hair out of place as if they hadn't donned capes not more than an hour ago. Jon wore his usual sunny smile; Damian was his usual broody self, arms crossed and posture rigid; and Billy was tucked in a thick coat and black beanie.

Marinette put on a grin of her own as she hugged them one by one. "Are you guys okay? The akuma attack hit downtown and . . ."

Damian scoffed. "We're not foolish enough to get caught in an akuma attack."

"The dinosaurs looked pretty cool though," said Billy.

"I'm glad." As if nothing happened at all.

"Are you okay? Maman Sabine said you were outside during the attack too." Jon frowned.

Her voice raised an octave as she side-eyed her mother. "Fine! I'm fine. Why don't we eat now? You must be starving."

She gestured towards the living space. The coffee table had been pushed to the side to make room for cushions and pillows. "You guys can put your bags over there."

"It's a good thing you boys weren't harmed," said Sabine, placing the plates neatly on the table. "I heard some . . . foreign heroes were around as well."

Only Jon seemed to have a split-second reaction, Marinette noticed. Damian barely batted an eye when he replied, "It seems that they've been called in since Ladybug was missing in action."

Marinette wrinkled her nose. We didn't 'call them in'. Adrien would've been offended to hear that. "That happens sometimes," she piped up. "But Chat Noir always saves the city whenever Ladybug's out of commission."

"Dunno, he looked like he was being cornered back there," Billy recounted, sharing a look with Jon. "Um, we were watching from the car."

"Chat Noir's capable of handling things by himself." Marinette raised an eyebrow.

Jon poked her side. "I forgot you were such a fangirl."

"I'm not a fan—!" She sputtered out, face heating up. "Okay, I am, but not that kind. I just hate it when people don't appreciate Chat. He and Ladybug are partners. They're equals."

They took their seats around the table. Marinette's thoughts momentarily flew elsewhere. It was strange knowing their identities, and she knew she had to tell them. But the consequences of doing that were unpredictable. They might become overprotective of her, since knowing their secrets would make her vulnerable. Or they might also push her away in fear of exposing her to danger.

She absentmindedly sipped on her drink. It would be fair if I told them about me too but . . .

She watched them carefully. Billy and Jon were both scarfing down their food while Damian was talking with Sabine. They're the same . . . but everything is so different too. She wouldn't fault them for hiding those secrets from her since she carried one of her own. But since she found out about them, another invisible weight added to her growing pile.

She shook herself out of her daze.

"I can finally beat you in UMS properly," Billy grinned with a mouthful.

"Properly?" She pointed her fork at him. "You've never beaten me at all."

"Hey, I've beaten Eugene a few times. I can beat you."

"Please. You're leaving out the real champion here," Jon chimed in. Marinette threw a napkin on his face, telling him to wipe the pasta sauce on his chin.

"If you beat me once, I'll buy you ice cream tomorrow," Marinette wagered. "Damian, you should play too."

"Tt. It's a childish game."

Jon rolled his eyes. "It's a fighting game. You like fighting."

"Not with hunks of steel."

"Mechs," Marinette corrected. "But if you want to sit down and brood for the rest of the night, be my guest then. I'll make you our food errand boy."

"Oh, he's gotta practice his scowl." Billy smirked.

"The threatening aura," Jon added.

"Fine.” Damian crossed his arms. I'll join you for one game."

---

All the words she could hear were garbled, echoing in the white wasteland. There were hands choking her as she clawed at anything she could touch. 

Icy blue eyes. 

Sharp teeth. 

A feral grin. 

He morphed into an image of Hawkmoth, who sent her flying from the top of the Eiffel right after seizing her Miraculous.

Marinette's breaths grew ragged. 

It's not real!

She woke up in a cold sweat, realizing that she'd been holding the sheets tightly. Painfully. She'd fallen asleep nestled between Damian and Billy, and Jon had moved near her, hand positioned by her shoulder.

He must've heard my heartbeat, she guessed.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

She sat up and nodded numbly. "Nightmare."

"Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. Not wanting to wake the others, she moved to the kitchen with Jon trailing behind her. "Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," she murmured. "It's nothing too serious. Don't worry."

Jon looked at her sympathetically. To him, she was probably a traumatized innocent, someone who had witnessed too many akuma attacks. But the truth was something deeper, something that she wouldn't be able to tell them.

"Want a cup of . . . tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" Marinette offered, filling up the heater with water.

"Whatever you'll have," Jon said. "Does it happen often?"

"Not too often," she responded hesitantly. "I . . . I get used to it?"

He raised an eyebrow. She winced. That doesn't sound any better, does it?

"But I'm okay, really. I just have to wake myself up before an akuma slips in or something." She shrugged. "It's a burden every Parisian has to carry."

"Why can't the heroes deal with Hawkmoth already?" he said bitterly.

Marinette's fingers twitched as she handed him his cup. You don't know anything. "They're trying their best. It's just a matter of time before he breaks."

"But Ladybug and Chat Noir are just kids themselves. Won't it be easier to pass the responsibility to someone else?"

She clenched her jaw. And get amnesia? No thanks.

"Hey, I believe in trusting them both." She half-smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Don't let other Parisians hear you say that. They're protective of their heroes." 

II

“You’ll be joined by Ladybug for this mission,” Batman told him. “And Captain Marvel will accompany the three of you.”  

Robin froze in the middle of sheathing his sword, only dwelling on the fact that his father had nearly uttered ‘babysit’ instead of ‘accompany’. His face hardened, eyebrows knitting together and lips pulled into a thin line. “Ladybug? We can do fine without her.”  

Though Bruce’s cowl was pulled up, Robin knew he was silently saying ‘ no room for arguments on this one’. Batman turned back to the computer. “Sources say that the location has some strange . . . signature. You need someone with magic expertise.”  

“Captain Marvel is magic.”  

“You know what I mean, Damian.”  

Robin clicked his tongue softly. Ladybug. It wasn’t that he disliked her, it was just that her behavior was too closed off. Always insisting that she’d handle Paris on her own, along with her team. Always saying she’s not a part of the Justice League. Never allowing anyone else to research or even see the other Miraculi.  

He supposed that Batman agreed on her terms about Paris being a no-touch zone since the Bat himself understood that a turf was a turf. Like Gotham was his own miserable little city to protect. Damian, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate her lack of openness. Acting like she could handle independence from superiors or mentors when she wasn’t any older than him.  

Not to mention she’d been actively avoiding the JL in the past few weeks. 

“I’m leading the team,” he said indignantly.  

“ All of you will work together,” Batman ordered. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Ladybug usually doesn’t work closely with the League. We shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”  

He scoffed. “So you decided to put her with the other kids, huh.”  

“Damian. ”  

“I will ‘behave’, Father.” He signed air quotes with his fingers. “But I can’t say that she will too.”  

That was what brought Robin, Superboy, Ladybug and Captain Marvel to the borders of Russia to infiltrate a cave which was pinpointed to be a base of a mysterious group. Robin, bundled up in a thicker suit, couldn’t help but side-eye the French heroine. Another thing that irked him was that the three of them would have to hide their identities from her, which meant there would be little casual conversation going around.  

He clenched his jaw, putting one hand on the cave’s entrance. She’s the intruder around here.  

“Do you think the cult has something to do with the Miraculous?” Superboy hovered nearby, squinting at the darkness to search for potential dangers.  

“Won’t be the first time,” Ladybug muttered under her breath.  

“What do you mean?” Captain Marvel asked.  

“The knowledge about Miraculouses isn’t exactly . . . hidden throughout history,” she explained, opening up her yoyo to use as a light. “When people find out about the power they hold, they tend to go extreme when they try to look for the Miraculouses or their holders.”  

“So that’s why you’re keeping the Paris thing under wraps.” Superboy stepped on one of the rocks leading down the cave. “I think it’s safe. I’ll stay at the front so I can keep an eye out.”  

“Part of the reason,” Ladybug followed behind Robin as they ventured into the deep hollow. From the corner of his eye, he saw her shiver.  

“I thought your suit protected you from the cold,” he said.  

She matched his scowl with a deadlier one. “Ladybug instincts. I don’t do well in cold weather.”  

“And yet you still accepted this mission.”  

“I need to be here in case Miraculouses are involved.” Her voice raised slightly.  

“So if it wasn’t, you’re just dead weight?”  

“Okay kiddies, break it up,” Captain Marvel butted in behind them. “Forward now, and look where you step.”  

Robin withheld a sigh. Ladybug fell quiet behind him.  

III

“I’m worried about them,” Jon sighed as he stepped over to another platform. The damp smell of the cave permeated in the air, making him wrinkle his nose every ten minutes or so. 

“Of course you are,” Billy said, “It’s Damian we’re talking about here.”  

“He’s a bit . . . abrasive towards people he doesn’t trust yet.”  

“Abrasive,” Billy repeated, snorting, as he nearly slipped on one of the wet rocks. “The guy punched me when we first met.”  

Jon laughed. “You know that was an accident.”  

Damian Wayne was obviously a tough nut to crack. He was harsh, blunt, and stubborn through and through, only letting a few people slip past the gaps. But Jon also thought the same of Ladybug. She hid behind her mask, blocking everyone with her walls the second they tried to get close to her. Maybe she was afraid of getting hurt. Maybe she was paranoid.  

Consequently, both her and Damian’s spitfire personalities clashed, manifesting as heated arguments and opposition.  

Then there was Jon’s other worry. Marinette.  

“There’s something I’m thinking about too,” Jon began, “I . . . I think I want to tell her.”  

Billy stopped for a minute to catch his breath. “Mari?”  

“Yeah.”  

“I’ve been thinking too. We . . . we pretty much dealt with our shit separately at first, right? Damian and the League. You and your powers. Me with . . . you know.” Billy pursed his lips. “But then we got to tell each other in the end. Except her.”  

“How do you think she’ll react?”  

“Mad. Really mad. She probably won’t talk to us for days.” Billy laughed a little.  

Jon pictured it in his head: Mari would be devastated. Confused. Angry. Expectedly, there’d be a rush of emotions involved. Knowing her, she would probably accept the truth in the end, but the journey to that point wouldn’t be pretty. But he found comfort in the fact that they could confide in her someday.  

“You know how the heroes have civilian aides? Like Dad has Mom and Uncle Bruce has Alfred?” Jon raked his fingers through his hair. “I kind of want Mari to be like that for us. I know we can’t force her but—but—”  

“But she’d be qualified to help us. She’s that smart,” Billy continued. 

He nodded. “I just thought that maybe if she’s one of us, we won’t need to worry about hiding and keeping secrets.”  

“I get that. Do you see us telling her anytime soon though?”  

Jon’s shoulders sagged. “No.”  

[the-coffee-fandom]

Siblings Be Like

Jon: Remember when I accidentally agreed to a fake relationship?

Jason: *deadpan* You mean with my sister?

Jon: *cringes* Yeah…

Jason: Are you guys dating now?

Jon: *surprised noise* How’d you know?

Jason who lived off of the fake dating troupe while waiting to be released from the league to exact revenge on Batman after he was revived from the Lazarus pit: *sips tea* Lucky guess

Pt 7

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Extra~

Jason: So… you wanna date my sister huh?

Jon: Please don’t hurt me.

*An hour later*

Dick: Hey I’m back… Jason… what did you do?

Jon: *wiping tears off his face* I promise never to let anyone hurt Marinette ever again.

Jason: *pats him on the back, nodding, and serving him more tea*

Dick: What did you say to him…

[adeva-eira]

Bio!Dad MariBat Prompt:

In this Prompt Marinette is Bruce's Daughter (one or two years older than Damian).

When Marinette finds out about the Bat stuff she becomes Pink Robin (they EXIST. Look them up. They're So damn cute)

Later she, Damian and Jon become a Team and travel into the future where they meet themselves as Batwoman, Batman and Superman!

[pomsicles]

Marinette’s just teasing Damian, Jon’s having none of it Back at it with the Daminette posting, sorry for the delay!! ♡

I like to HC that all three of them are in the same classes, where they just love to piss each other off, basically at the start of everything??

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023:30-Save Some for Me

Many people of the Justice League were summoned for a mission. Some were hiding in the shadows, others were stuck as civilians. Everything was going fine in the mission until Damian Wayne was suddenly thrown into building. That was the day he learned his two sunshine would go to hell for him.

Damian lay aginst the building. His vision was foggy, at best.

'Concussion. Labored breathing; likely a broken rib or two.'

He hadn't noticed people had started running away and were screaming. He hadn't even noticed Jon and Marinette calling his name until they got to his side.

'Hearing impairment.'

"Don't touch him!" Jon shouted, "He has some broken bones and some bad bruising."

"Concussion. Hearing impairment. Labored breathing." Damian whispered out, "Tired."

" Stay awake. I'll get a medic as fast as I can." Jon remarked, "I'm staying with you. I'll protect you from any more damage."

'That's good. His body can shield me from anymore debris or if there's any bullets.'

Damian felt wet drops fall on him.

'Rain?'

It wasn't until he heard the sob that he realized it was Marinette.

"Angel. I will be fine." he spoke.

He saw her hand turn into a fist and drop her precious earrings into her purse. She shoved it into Jon's arm.

"Marinette?" Jon asked.

He saw Marinette place a small ring on her hand.

"Claws out." she snarled.

Before his eyes, his angel looked like a small version of Selina in her CatWoman outfit. Her hair had turned jet black and was tied in a long braid down to her ankles. Her suit was now black. She was wearing thigh high heels with a green sash wrapped around her waist. Her hands had turned claws. She no wore a black domino mask the looked like his own robin mask and upon her head, were a pair of cat ear, trimmed with green. Then, she was gone.

"You might want to make sure Angel doesn’t kill anyone." Damian spoke, before passing out with a smile.

Jon turned to see Marinette lunging at people and blood splattering everywhere. It reminded him of watching his best friend train with his swords.

'Oh, shit! There's two of them!'

Jon quickly rushed away and grabbed ahold of her, locking her arms. She still managed to move with him holding her.

'I was wrong. She's scarier!'

The Bats quickly rounded everyone up as the rest of the Justice League avoided Ladybug, now turned Cat. She was hissing and clawing, trying to get away from Superboy. He had scratches on him from holding her back and was bleeding. Superman quickly rushed over and knocked her out. Superboy huffed and handed her over to Batman.

"Your son's girlfriend is just as deadly as he is." he huffed.

Plagg released himself from the ring.

"Do you have any cheese?" he questioned.

"What?" replied Superman.

"Another alien?" asked Green Lantern.

"Rude." Plagg answered, "I am the God of Destruction."

"Yep. That fits the bill." Red Hood responded, "Demon Spawn dating a person of destruction."

"Oh, you have it all wrong." Plagg declared "She only used me because she was pissed and you should be grateful, she did."

"She killed ten people." Batman spoke.

The kwami shrugged, "Could have been worse."

"How?" asked Nightwing.

"She could have been weilding her usual, my other half: Tikki, the Goddess of Creation. She created the universe." Plagg explained, enthusiastically, "When she gets pissed, she creates weapons of mass destruction. Instead of ten people, it could have been half the planet."

All the heroes looked at Marinette unconscious in Batman's arms.

"Who's the bad one now?" Plagg smirked, "At least she didn't used Kalki. Could have just teleported them over a volcano or a pit of death."

"So, do you have cheese?" Plagg asked again.

Jon was quick to warn the medical team about Damian's injuries and the extent of them, as he was placed on a stretcher.

"Ah, Loverboy." Plagg declared.

The Kwami of Destruction tapped on the downed Robin and let the green aura wash over him.

"Is that-?" Tim shouted.

"My magic." Plagg stated, absorbing it, "Seems he has a lot of it in him. Not as goo as cheese, but it helps. I'll talk to the bug and she can give my ring to him, for awhile. I should be able to absorb the rest. Same with Helmet Head."

"Really?" questioned Red Hood."

Plagg nodded, "Yep."

"Are you perhaps talking about the Lazarus Pits magic?" Batman asked.

"I don’t know what you people call it now, but that is our magic." Plagg explained, "Someone wished for it so we made it. It's why she works so hard to makes sure it doesn’t happen."

Red Hood shook his head, "They're a perfect match."

"Huh?" asked Wonder Woman.

"Demon Spawn and his 'Angel'. We all know if Batsy, here, wasn't around, he'd be leaving Gotham painted red. Hid girlfriend is the same way, if he gets hurt. You can't honestly tell me if she got hurt, he'd go back to being an assassin." he explained.

The Justice League loked between the unconcious couple.

"I say it's Batman's problem, now." Green Lantern stated, "His kid and future daughter-in-law."

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[itsnothappening]

seventh heaven | daminette

word count: +1.2k

summary: "and," marinette mumbled, "i really want you to kiss me."

a/n: for the first time in forever, i didn't use pinterest.

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Marinette seriously regretted her decision to let Chloe drag her to this party.

Sure, maybe Marinette had been working herself too hard, but that didn't mean had to bring her to this stupid party. The music was shitty on a whole new level, dancing with the crowd meant allowing herself to get groped by drunk guys and finally, rich kids seemed to like cheap, disgusting alcohol.

Lovely night, wasn't it?

Marinette spotted Chloe chatting with some uppity-but-handsome guys. Resolving to end her 'fun' night here, Marinette advanced to her best friend, pasting a polite smile for appearances as she did so. 

"Hey Chlo!" she said in her typical bubbly manner. "I just wanted to say—"

Chloe interrupted Marinette as if she knew what Marinette was going to say. To be honest, she probably did. 

"Mari!" Chloe said, equally brightly. Honestly, that should have been the first thing that tipped Marinette off that something was up. "I want you to meet some people!"

Marinette felt the smile on her face become fixed, wanting to leave but not wanting to seem rude. "Oh, alright—"

The blond man, the seemingly happier one out of the two, gave her a bright smile. "Hi, Marinette! Chloe's told us so much about you! I'm Jon!"

Resisting the urge to side-eye Chloe, Marinette gave the man in front of her a genuine smile. "Jon, as in Jonathan Kent?"

Inwardly, Marinette smirked because goddamn, Chloe had just made a huge mistake by introducing her best friend to her crush. Chloe seemed to realise it as well, suddenly recalling the countless she had spent ranting to Marinette about that cute guy in her class who she was sure would get along with Marinette. 

The second guy holding out his hand was what snapped Marinette out of her dangerous matchmaking thoughts. Suddenly realising he was talking to her, Marinette said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"My name," he said stiffly, "Is Damian."

Marinette shook his hand, introducing herself with a smile on her face.

When she looked up at him, though, she suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat and her eyes widen subtly. 

Holy shit, this guy was hot.

Marinette felt her heart begin to gallop in her chest — quite like it did when she was fourteen and 'in love' with Adrien. Reminding herself that she was an adult now, not a lovesick stalker, Marinette let go of Damian's hand, which she had been shaking for just a little too long. 

"Anyway," Chloe interrupted the two of them with an excited clap of her hands. "Let's go to the other room!"

Leaving no room for argument, she grabbed Jon's hand and pulled him towards the exit.

Marinette gave a faux sigh at her excitement, her decision to leave already waning away. "Dear God, she's so in love."

"Well," said a deep voice, "At least it's returned." 

Whirling around, Marinette told her heart to calm the hell down as she answered Damian. "Lovely. Now all they need to do is date."

Damian gave her a heart-stopping smirk as they followed the direction Chloe and Jon had disappeared in. "I don't know — knowing the two of them, perhaps that will also require our assistance."

Marinette felt her cheeks pink slightly at Damian's use of us. 

"Maybe," she said, shrugging, and walking into the adjacent room. "But at least we can have fun while doing it, right?"

Damian opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by Chloe. 

"Finally!" she said, rolling her eyes at them. "Let's begin our game of seven minutes in heaven!"

Never mind, Marinette was regretting her decision to stay now. 

Waiting silently in anticipation as the bottle spun, Marinette took a sip of her who-knows-what-number glass of beer (which was only mildly better than the alcohol), only a little tipsy. 

Which, for your information, was code for substantially tipsy. 

Leaning forward slightly as the bottle slowed down, Marinette crossed her fingers and toes hoping that it wouldn't land on her. 

It did. 

Her ears ringing from everyone in the room cheering loudly, Marinette hoped she wasn't doomed to spend the next seven minutes stuck in a closet with some jerk with herpes or something. 

She looked up slowly, only for her blue eyes to meet Damian's forest-green ones, staring at her already.

Heartbeat going overdrive now, Marinette felt the colour rush to her cheeks as she stood up slowly. 

Hearing Chloe and Jon cheering loudly out of everyone in the crowd, Marinette and Damian silently walked into the closet, both too embarrassed to talk to each other. 

Once they were shut in, Marinette was infinitely thankful that it was dark because her cheeks were practically scarlet now. 

The silence was beginning to become stifling as Damian and Marinette stood silently in the darkness. 

"So," Damian said, and then cleared his throat. "So — um, what do you want to do?"

Now, here's what you need to know before we move ahead: Marinette would be forever embarrassed by what she said next, and she blames it on the alcohol and beer she previously downed. 

"You're really hot."

It was like Marinette was floating on a bubble when she said that, completely uncaring of what Damian thought of her.

Damian felt his heart quite literally stop when Marinette said that because there was no way, the pretty girl in front of him had just said that. 

He felt the blood in his body rush and heat as soon as he saw her, but he didn't think she actually liked him. 

"Like, really, really hot," she continued, giggling lightly now. "I kinda felt like I was going to faint when I saw you."

Dear God, Damian's self-control only went so far and right now, Marinette was not helping. For god's sake, they'd only been in there for barely a minute!

"And," Marinette mumbled. "I really want you to kiss me."

Damian let out his breath in a whoosh. That was it. 

His hands, expert in the dark, wrapped around Marinette's waist and pulled her towards him. 

"I'm going to kiss you now," he said huskily, looking down into the darkness, peering into the blue rings of her eyes. "And I need you to tell me now if you want to stop — because otherwise, I won't."

The two of them were frozen for a few seconds after that, Damian in silent anticipation and Marinette in shock. 

Marinette's mind was spinning. Was this actually happening? Was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen actually asking to kiss her? Was she dreaming?

Well, if she was it was a damn good dream. And after this, Chloe couldn't say Marinette hadn't let go. 

She had barely finished giving her consent when Damian's lips were on hers, as soft and warm as she expected them to be. 

Their lips moving in sync, Marinette tangled her hands in Damian's soft curls, tugging them lightly. In response, Damian grunted and pushed her against the wall, lips moving harder now. 

A loud banging on the door was what interrupted them, a few minutes later.

"Times up!" Jon yelled through the closet door, and slowly opened it. 

Marinette and Damian rushed to make themselves presentable but nothing was going to hide their swollen lips and tousled hair. 

Jon and Chloe stared at the two of them in shock. 

"Marinette," said Chloe, snapping out of her stupor. She grabbed her best friend's hand, dragging her out. "I need details."

[tinybriewrites]

A Soul’s Glow - 1

Marinette had always known that her soul bond was a little out of the ordinary. Her soul guide, an adorable golden retriever she calls Soleil, would have its irises turn ice blue or fire red or grass green, among other colors, from time to time. She had thought that they only had a stronger soul connection, which manifested into an additional emotions bond. It was rare, but not unheard of. She thought wrong.

Just last night, Marinette had finally succeeded at tapping into the truest creation magic humanly possible - pure soul magic. More specifically, its first level, the Windows to the Soul. It was a power held by only the most in-tune Ladybugs. It allowed them to see the essence of the soul of any living thing around them, with or without the mask. The connection brought an intense burst of magic that promptly caused her to pass out.

Which was why she was now panicking in a flurry all over her hotel room the morning after. Marinette just can't believe what she's seeing.

"Tikki, I think I'm still dreaming." Her soul guide was surrounded by a gem-like glow that she knew instinctively signaled something non-human.

"Well, at least, he's still partially human..?" was Tikki's very unsuccessful attempt to stop Marinette's panic.

"But that still means he's part non-human! What if he hates me for just being human? Oh no, or worse, what if he hates magic? I can't give up my responsibilities as the Guardian, and what if h-"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Marinette, we'll be late!" came a voice from across the door.

Marinette and Mireille Caquet rushed into a bus in front of the hotel. Mireille had introduced her to the Ten Youths Taking on the World essay challenge released by the Martha Wayne Foundation. Marinette had become fast friends with the students from the class next door after most of Mme. Bustier's class cut off any amicable relationship with her. Mireille and she were two of the ten finalists of the contest. The winners were to be interviewed today by the Foundation's partner newspaper, The Daily Planet, for a feature article.

"Hi, I'm Claude and this is Allegra," said a tall slender blonde with a fennec fox in his lap. "We're a prima ballerina and danseur soulmate pair from a dance company based in England."

"Hello, I'm Mireille, a weather forecaster for the local news."

"Nice to meet you! I'm Marinette, aspiring fashion designer."

"Both of your dresses look lovely," said Allegra, another willowy blonde with a hummingbird resting on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Marinette made both of our outfits herself!"

"Woah, you're very talented. Makes sense since you won, but just, wow. It looks so professional, especially for someone probably in sixth form."

"Says the youngest principal dancer ever."

"Shut up."

And just like that, the ride to the Daily Planet passed by in a blink for Marinette in between the bickering of her new acquaintances.

Stepping off the bus, Marinette marveled at the towering building topped by a giant bronze planet.

"Impressive, isn't it?" said a bespectacled man next to a pacing lion. "Welcome to the Daily Planet! I'm Clark Kent, I'll be interviewing each of you later today. But for now, we'll have a tour around the premises."

For the next two hours, the reporter brought the ten teens around the bustling newspaper company. Marinette was enjoying the trip, but of course, that meant the universe had to interrupt it somehow. For all her luck as Ladybug, she had equal misfortune as Marinette.

"BRRRIIING. BRRRIIING. AKUMA ALERT. AKUMA ALERT." loudly chimed from the phones of the two Parisians in the middle of the lunch break at the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look at them, the source of the jarring blare.

"I'm really sorry, everyone! I'll go outside to watch the live stream, Mir," Marinette shouted in a panic as she rushed off with Soleil right at her heels.

"Sorry! Paris alert, we forgot to switch on the abroad option." Mireille apologized. "We're understandably a little jittery from the Level 4 announcement mode."

"Level 4?" Clark asked the remaining Parisian in the room.

"It's a new classification the Akuma App introduced last week. Level 1 for low-danger repeat akumas. 2A for property hazard and 2B for injury hazard, evacuate from surrounding areas. 3 for new akuma, remain indoors. 4 for deadly, prepare for the worst."

"Deadly? Aren't you worried?" Allegra asked.

"Worrying is useless; it only makes you a target for Hawkmoth. No damage is permanent, in any case," she said while nuzzling her palm civet soul guide.

After four years of continuous emotional terrorism, Parisians were quite hardcore.

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Okay so in this AU, everyone has a piece of their soul (the truest part of themselves) expressed as an animal, called their soul split. This animal doesn't stay with them. Instead, it stays with their soulmate (in which they're called soul guide) until the moment the pair physically touch wherein the soul splits will then stay with their original soul instead of the soulmate. So basically, people gradually fall in love (romantically/platonically) with their soulmate before they even meet, which would explain the easy trust between soulmates even if it seems quick.

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@maribat-calendar-events

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[intercoursefluids]

Believe Me Chapter 3

A knock on the window startled Alfred The Cat from Damian’s lap, causing him to turn and glare at the disturbance only to see Jonathan Kent with tears running down his face and shaking.

Damian moved to open the window, letting his friend inside and guiding him to the bed to sit.

“What happened to you?”

Jon sobbed, pulling Damian into a hug he had no chance of escaping (stupid superstrength), patting him awkwardly on the back Damian looked over to Titus for help.

The great dane stood and moved from his place on the floor to jump on the bed next to Jon, leaning heavily into his side.

Damian tried again, ignoring the almost painfully tight hug he was trapped in.

“What happened, Jonathan? I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened.”

Jon sniffled, wiping his face on the sleeve of his hoodie, making Damian hide the disgust on his face before he noticed.

“I have a sister.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, he hadn’t known Lois and Clark were trying for more kids.

“I fail to see why that would make you upset. You have always wanted a little sibling so, congratulations. Is the problem that your Mom is refusing to take off work during her pregnancy?”

Jon shook his head, letting Damian go so he could sit next to him.

“Mom’s not pregnant.”

Damian looked at him strangely, now a little on edge.

“If she is not pregnant then adoption really is not that bad Jonathan. I know I complain about my brothers but I didn’t expect that you would be so against your parents adopting-”

Jonathan shot up to stand, turning to look frantically at Damian.

“That’s not it either! I have a sister, Damian!”

Damian was now thoroughly confused.

“I don’t understand, you aren’t making any sense.”

“I mean, I have a sister, Damian! I have a twin sister I never knew anything about!”

That- Didn’t seem right… 

Damian highly doubted that Clark and Lois would have been able to hide the fact that they had a daughter.

“Tell me everything, start from the top so I can get an idea of what is happening.”

So Jon told his best friend everything.

How his mother had been pregnant with twins but was told that the girl was stillborn, how there was a nurse who was trafficking babies to people who couldn’t have their own, how his Mother had gotten a call from Paris, France for them to go get her.

“Your dad is letting us use your family's Private Jet to get her. We are leaving here pretty soon, but I wanted to let you know first.”

Damian nodded, moving over to his closet and pulling out his suitcase, folding clothes and placing them into the case.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

Jon moves over to him, hovering over his shoulder to peer into the luggage.

“I am packing, what does it look like?”

Jon follows him over to his drawers, looking like a lost and very confused puppy.

“Okay, I can see that but why?”

Damian scoffs, pausing his packing to turn to his friend.

“I know you are not that stupid Jonathan, why do you think I am packing? I am going with you of course.”

Jon looked shocked for some reason.

“Don’t give me that look, we have known each other for 5 years now,  can read you like a book and I can tell that you are terrified to meet her. So I am coming with you.”

Damian, turned back to his suitcase, tensing up when Jon came up behind him and hugged him.

“Thanks Damian, I knew you cared. You're actually just a giant softy, huh?”

Damian looked over his shoulder, glaring at him until he let go.

“Not a word of this. Ever. Let's go, we are going to be late.”

They walked over to the window where Damian gave Jon his suitcase to hold during the flight and rode him like a skateboard to the airport.

When they had touched down and found Jon’s dad, Damian was only mildly surprised to see his own father there, packed and ready to go.

They nodded to each other and boarded, waiting for the 8 hour flight to begin.

[ggomos-maribat]

It's Just Me, You, and the Cosmos

A small piece for SuperMari May, cross posted from AO3

Nothing else rang in his head except the harsh words uttered by Damian, and a replay of their latest mission which he apparently nearly steered to failure. Immature. Impulsive. Reckless. As much as he wanted to deny those descriptors, he only fell more disheartened. Sure he strayed away from the plan at times, but he understood the consequences of what he was doing. The rest of the team didn't see that.

The final blow was delivered when they mentioned his father.

Jon had flown out of their base as fast he could, withholding the tears pooling at his eyes. He knew he wasn't the glorified Superman, the symbol of hope and founder of the Justice League. He wasn't his father who had saved countless lives, who knew exactly what to do each time. He knew his own shortcomings more than anyone else and to have his insecurities thrown at him was like a kryptonite-infused slap in the face.

And that was how Superboy found himself hovering past the earth's atmosphere, in the vast space littered with stars. He had carefully avoided the Watchtower and its line of sight, propelling himself near the sun. He swallowed thickly. They can get by a few hours without me.

His friend lashing out wasn't a rare occurrence and he was certainly used to it, but it was one of the times he needed to take a step back. There was an anxious thought at the back of his head saying that he didn't actually deserve to be a hero, that he was dead weight if not a liability even with his powers.

Jon ran his hand through his head. That's not true. And yet the thought persisted as he thought back to their missions.

He suddenly felt a tap on his hand, startling him a little.

Floating alongside him was a girl, clad in a suit with a brown-red palette and black spots. A translucent visor covered her face, but he could see a mask surrounding her eyes. Matching the bluish tinge of her hair was a pair of sturdy wings on her back.

Jon tilted his head in confusion. Who . . .? For a second, he wondered if she belonged outside of earth but his gut told him otherwise.

The stranger seemed as surprised as he stared at her in scrutiny. She fished out a device from her side (a yoyo?) and plucked out a black circular object from it to offer to him. Co-mmu-ni-ca-tor, she mouthed.

Confusion unwavering, Jon accepted it.

"Who are you?" he immediately asked after fitting the comm in his ear. "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" she bounced the question back. Jon noted how her voice was light. Melodious.

"Uhh---err, Superboy?" He internally winced at his awkwardness.

Her mouth popped into an 'o' as a light blush covered her cheeks. "Ahh, sorry, I'm not familiar with all the heroes." She fidgeted before clearing her throat. "I am Ladybug---or Cosmobug?---heroine of Paris. Nice to meet you."

"Paris? I didn't know Paris had heroes."

Her figure shifted to more anxious movements. "Yes, um, Paris does but can you . . . maybe keep this a secret from other heroes?"

Jon only nodded, already making a plan to research it later. It wasn't like he didn't believe her, but as far he knew, Paris didn't have local heroes nor villains. If there was Ladybug-themed hero anywhere, he would've heard of them.

"So . . ." he trailed off, "If you're from Paris, what are you doing in space?"

Ladybug laughed nervously, her gaze averting. "I just needed to get away for a moment. It has something to do with our villain. I hope I didn't bother you?"

Jon blinked. It was now clear that she'd traveled to space to shake off some stress like him. And she's worried that she bothered me?

"I can go somewhere else but I'm afraid the Watchtower will see me and the Justice League will try to capture and interrogate me. Which is a bad, bad idea because they can't---shouldn't---know about Paris and it's dangerous if they find out anything," she continued rambling. "And it's ah, um, a potentially world-ending outcome---"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you can stay here." Jon cut her off to keep her from spiraling. "I think it's better that I have a distraction anyway. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you."

She took a deep breath. "Really?"

"Promise." He smiled. "If it makes you feel better, I can keep you company."

Ladybug put a hand on her chest. "Thank you very much. What are you doing here by the way?" She looked around them. "Is there trouble in space?"

"No, I also came here to blow off steam actually," he admitted.

"What happened?"

Jon hesitated on telling her but he found himself unable to resist those wide curious eyes. A part of him was saying 'why not?' while he mulled over it.

But now the things upsetting him seemed pale---shallow---in comparison. This girl had to travel to outer space to get away from her city's villain. "It's not a big deal," he began, "We, the Titans, had a mission and I screwed the plan over when I attacked the enemy first because I realized they were going to kill the hostages before we made a move. My, um, friend got mad and it escalated from there."

"I get what I did wrong, I really do, and I was ready to apologize." His fists clenched subconsciously. "But I just . . . I felt so defenseless, like what he said was all true. Then there's this insane pressure being Superman's son and . . ."

If what she was going through was actually a thousand times worse than his situation, he was going to feel terrible.

He expected her to relay empty 'sympathy'. To give him a pat on the back, saying that 'it's going to be okay'. Instead, she nodded. "I get that. Sometimes, I just straight up sacrifice myself if nothing's going according to plan and my partner hates it when I do. But it's not like I'm mindlessly putting myself in harm's way. It's just the . . . best thing to do if we're out of options."

Her hand rubbed her arm, expression turning pensive. "And carrying a mantle? It's horrible. An important responsibility was passed on to me very suddenly and I keep worrying about having to fulfill that role because the city's fate rests on my shoulders."

Jon was awestruck. And at the same time concerned over the fact she seemed to be alone in her heroic burden.

He bit his lip. "Your life sounds . . . wow. Sorry, my rant was childish. Sometimes I think I don't see eye-to-eye with my teammates because I grew up 'normal'. I haven't seen the worst of everything."

As if she couldn't surprise him any more, she floated closer and put a warm hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's not childish and it's good to air out things that upset you. Take it from someone who always doesn't have that luxury. You're still figuring things out for yourself, I think, and just because your teammates have different experiences, it doesn't mean they can say mean stuff."

He wanted to ask why she 'always didn't have the luxury' but kept his mouth shut.

"Actually, I'm . . . I was just an average Paris citizen before I became a hero," she chuckled. "The learning curve was seriously steep."

"Thank you." It seemed like all the tension had dissipated from him. "I probably can't ask many questions but I'm sorry about your villain?"

"To be honest space is already too far for him to get to me, but I wanted to be sure." Her cheeks were set aflame again. "Talking to you helped me too, so thanks for that. I wish I could tell you more, though."

"It's okay. That's your business and it looks like you're better off handling it without other heroes interfering, right?"

"Mon dieu, yes, thank goodness you understand." Ladybug's lips stretched into a grin. "If I met any other hero, they would've been nosy."

"But is there any way I can help?" he asked. "I know I can't be too involved, but . . . actually do you have something I can write on?"

She thought for a moment before taking out her yoyo and handing it to him. There was a digital screen on one half of it and a digital keypad on the other. Jon hastily typed on it. "This is my personal number. If you need some sort of backup for an emergency, you can reach out to me."

Giving her his number was a gateway to revealing his civilian identity, but he didn't mind. If there was a way to ease off this sweet stranger's troubles, he wanted to be that support just for her.

"Thank you so much," Ladybug breathed out. "You're trusting me too much."

Will we see each other again? Jon wanted to ask. He fiddled with his fingers before he said, "And if you want to talk again . . . about anything, give me a call, okay? I'll meet you anywhere."

"You're really nice," she said quietly.

A light on her yoyo flashed with a ping and the smile on her face was slowly replaced with a frown when she looked at it. "Sorry, I think I have to go," she apologized, taking out a pair of goggles from her yoyo. "I'll contact you, I promise."

Those mere words warmed Jon's chest. He watched her put on the goggles, summon a portal out of nowhere, and disappear into it. 

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