#maribat crack

[heqvenlymoons]

That One, I Want That One

Based on @fleursroses 's incorrect quote! <3

This is being posted as a oneshot on both my AO3 account and here on tumblr for now but I'm seriously considering turning it into a multi-chaptered fic because how well it was received. Someone said it had rom com potential and I can see it 😭

Daminette One Shot | Crack Fic | AO3

Damian tugged on the collar of his great dane, Titus, trying to get away from his imbecile brothers. 

It was a futile endeavour, as his brothers merely sped up their walking pace, talking over one another. 

“Come on, Dami! We just wanna know,” Richard— Grayson, because he was currently being a nuisance— whined. 

Todd scoffed, waving around the toy Nerf gun he insisted on bringing. “You know what? The brat’s probably better off without a wife, god forbid whoever gets stuck with him forever. I bet you, the little shit’s gonna be the one blackmailing someone into being his wife if he sees fit.” 

“Fuck you, Todd.” Damian’s fingers itched to grab his katana and slit it over his idiotic brother’s throat but at last, his father and pseudo grandfather figure, Alfred, had confiscated the knives he tried to sneak out on their business trip to Paris. 

Drake sipped on his coffee, his head bobbing up and down as he struggled to stay awake, even as he mumbled an incoherent, “You’re never going to get an answer if you aggravate him like that, Jay. Although I’d still like to know as well.” 

He hadn’t finished his sentence when he stumbled into a nearby pedestrian, almost kissing the ground had Todd not grabbed him by the collar at the last second.

During the mishap, the coffee cup Drake was holding spilled onto the floor, seeping into the ground as he stared at it with mournful eyes. “My coffee!” 

Todd rolled his eyes, letting go of the sleep-deprived Drake’s collar with an unsympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Damian’s lips curved up to a smirk. Perhaps that would keep Drake quiet for a few minutes as he mourned his spilled coffee. 

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Grayson or Todd from their irritating line of questioning his so-called ‘love life’. 

Damian glared when Grayson pulled out the puppy doll eyes, accompanied by his repeated question, “Come on, please? Just answer the question— what’s your ideal type?” 

“Repeating the question with that pathetic expression of yours does not make me any more inclined to answer your question.” Damian spotted a bakery up ahead and approached it, ignoring Grayson’s pout. 

Perhaps his dingbat brothers would behave themselves in an embellishment full of people, although that would be wishful thinking on his part. 

His brothers, of course, followed him and continued to push their relentless questions onto him 

Todd grabbed his arm, stopping him, a glint of glee in his eyes, no doubt finding amusement in his current predicament. “You know, we’re not going to stop bothering you until you tell us.” 

Damian’s brows furrowed in annoyance, knowing full well from experience that his brothers would not stop poking and prodding until he did what they wanted. 

Right now, they wanted to know his ideal type, and they claimed his answer was to sedate their ever-growing ‘curiosity’ when he knew they wanted to utilize the information to set him up with someone. 

He scowled, making his decision. He would tell them only to make them stop badgering him about the inane question but that didn’t mean he was open to the idea of a relationship with someone they chose for him 

“Fine. My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. You imbeciles better not utilize this information to set me up with someone or I will stab you.” He hissed, sending them his most intimidating glare for good measure. 

Todd dared to smirk at him. “Not likely, Demon Spawn. And even if we did, you won’t stab us. You’re all bark and no bite.” 

In response, Damian kicked him in the knee, making the older double over with a grunt. 

Before he could continue his assault, Grayson dragged him away, Todd spitting curses from where he lay on the ground in a starfish position, the Nerf gun on the ground beside him. 

Grayson was already wearing the contemplative expression he had on whenever he was about to do something stupid. “Okay~ that’s enough, little D. Back to what we were discussing, your future girlfriend has to be brave, strong, and smart, you say?” 

Damian gritted his teeth. “You are paraphrasing at best but I assume you already got the general idea because I am not going to repeat myself for your benefit.” 

He turned and before he could turn the door handle of the bakery to continue his dramatic exit (or in this case, dramatic entry), the door flew open and it would’ve hit him in the face had it not been for his quick reflexes.

The scowl reappeared on his face and he turned back to reprimand the person who dared try to attack him with a door to see a girl about his age, shuffling past his bewildered brothers in a hurry. 

Damian blinked, watching as the girl with raven-haired pigtails promptly tripped over nothing, crashing into the pole, the box she was holding fell from her hands and macaroons came tumbling out. 

He watched with interest as the girl mumbled out apologies to the inanimate object, picking up the fallen macaroons from the ground while she did and putting them back in the box. 

Snapping out of his daze, he handed Titus’s leash to Grayson before moving to help the girl, grabbing the remains of the macaroons from the ground and placing them in a neat row in the box.

He held out a hand for the girl to take, which she accepted with a grateful look and he pulled her to her feet. 

Getting a good look at her face, he was filled with a fluttering sensation in his stomach and he ignored it, thinking he must be coming down with a stomach bug. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.”

Her bluebell eyes were blown wide, staring into his green ones with surprise. She broke the stare first, shaking her head before responding, “I’m fine! Thank you for your help, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Her phone dinged and she yelped. “I’m sorry but I’m already late, see you around, mysterious handsome but kind person!”  

He opened his mouth to respond but she had already sped away, only catching sight of her red face as she turned.

His face heated as his mind caught up with her words. The girl was definitely something… 

He felt an arm going around his shoulders and he didn’t react, still staring in the direction the girl took off. 

“So, didn’t know Demon Spawn had it in him to talk to a pretty girl without scowling,” Todd drawled, the beginning of a teasing expression appearing on his face when he noticed the dazed look his youngest brother was sporting. 

Damian shoved him away, looking distracted.

Drake shook his head, mumbling, “I must be hallucinating, Demon Spawn would never willingly talk to someone, much less a girl.” 

“That one. I want that one.” Damian declared, unknowingly sending his adopted brothers into cardiac arrest at the words that fell out of his mouth. 

Grayson looked torn between looking wary and gleeful. “Uh… what do you mean by ‘that one’, little D?” 

Damian didn’t look at him as he pointed in the direction the girl ran off. “Her.” 

Todd’s jaws gaped like a fish, for once, speechless. 

Drake in his sleep-deprived state can only dumbly respond, “That’s not how it works, Damian. You can’t just go around adopting people.”

Damian finally dragged his gaze away from the direction the girl had long run off in, glaring at his brothers with his cheeks blazing red. “Not adoption, you imbecile.”

Not giving them the time to respond, he continued, a look of stress crossing his expression before he willed it away. “You lot have to keep Father from adopting her, it would cause complications.”

Grayson hummed. “She does meet the criteria, black hair and blue eyes.”

Todd seemed to have unfrozen, shaking his head in denial. “Wait wait wait, just wait a second. You’re saying, she’s your ideal type? You literally met her 5 minutes ago! I thought you said your future partner must be and I quote ‘brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized’?” 

He prattled on, not paying attention to how Titus had taken to getting slobber all over his shoes. “No offence to her but she tripped over air and crashed into the poll in front of her. The clumsy behaviour caught your eye of all things? Are you sure you haven’t been abducted by aliens?” 

Damian glared, the red not receding from his face. He rounded on Drake. “Do a full background check on her, it is necessary for me to know everything about her if she were to be my partner.”

He paused, scowling. “Actually, I better do this myself. I need to know everything about her, it is better if you imbeciles stay as far away from her as possible. She does not need you all to monopolize her time.” 

He grabbed Titus’s leash from Grayson and headed in the direction of Le Grand Paris to do just that, leaving behind his shell-shocked brothers. 

Jason turned to his brothers, looking amused now that he had gotten over his shock. “So, who’s gonna tell him that stalking is not the right way to woo a girl?” 

[boldlyanxious]

crack fics

Coffee covered Conner Marinette meets Kon by dumping coffee on him

Yumblr timinette. Marinette runs an anonymous fan Red Robin acct but she outs herself

Mistaken Identity- roynette. Marinette is mistaken for Tim

Rented- jasonette. Calling the Red Hood helpline

Flash meeting Wallynette meet cute

Nice Sign daminette. meet cute kiss

Life or Death timinette meet cute at a costume party

Who ya gonna kiss roynette. meet cute kiss

Drabble shirtless konette

Jealousy- Tim is a cat

Masterlist

[raeuberprinzessin]

I love the "Bruce adopts Marinette" trope as much as everyone else, but I want you to consider this:

Bruce learns that (for whatever reason) Marinette is in need for a guardian/parental unit/up for adoption and he has the papers ready - but he's still too late. Queen Hippolyta wanted to take the newest baby Ladybug under her wing at least as badly as Bruce. And since he already has so many kids and this is her chance to get a lovely little sister, Diana bribed everyone in the Justice League as well as Alfred, Oracle and the bat kids to keep Bruce in the dark long enough.

Bruce only stops pouting when Alfreds scolds him, but he's still extra broody, Cass stays away for a while because he's so clingy and he sighs loudly and theatrically whenever he sees something pink or anything about Ladybug.

Diana wonders whether she should convince her mother to share custody, just to get Batman to behave normal. He didn't even reprimand Hal after his stunt during the last mission! The Green Lantern expects said reprimand at any moment which makes him unbearably skittish.

Feel free to add 😂

[ira-delume]

Practical and Iconic should not mean Unfashionable! - Ira_deLume - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]

Selfish self plug-in 👉👈

Summary:

In which Marinette as a superhero is basically retired, her only task keeping the miraculous safe and the world at balance.

To help preserve balance tilted in the *right* direction, of course, she isn't averse to lending her hand from time to time in the form of a magically reenforced suit.

If said suit also happens to be stylish and get rid of the god forbid UNDERWEAR OVER LEOTARDS trend then no one really mentions it because all are in agreement that that was really for the best.

Main pairing:

Marinette/Damian wayne

Hope you like it:))))))

[meduarts]

Ok, So apparently some people agreed. I want you to introduce that is the chaos twins that Marinette and Danny will ensure, in this... au? Jason would be the one adopting them. You're not going to tell me that Jason wouldn't adopt them almost immediately after finding them.

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Jason: What have you got there? Danny: A knife! Marinette: A Gun! Jason: *Sniffs* I'm so proud.. Jason: Jason: Jason: WAIT STOP! ------------ Danny: Wait...Does this mean, we're the new RotBTD? Marinette: *gasp* WE. ARE!!!! Danny: Okayokayokay! You're obviously Rapunzel, cuz artist and sunshine and you have a kind of animal companion. Marinette: You are Jack Frost!! Y'know white hair, people can't see you. Kinda depressed?? Danny: *gasp* I. AM. Jack. Frost!! Marinette: We just need to find Merida and Hiccup! Danny: .... Damian could be Merida. Marinette: OH.MY.GOSH! YES!!!!

[jennrypan]

BREAKING NEWS JENN

Tiana is being shipped with nanami from jujutsu kaisen. I have another report miles is also being shipped with marinette

That's all for today

I HAVE HEARD OF TIANA AND NANAMI DEAR ANON and it was. The funniest shit in the world, I support it 100% I love the art of it lmao

Also. THE MLB FANDOM BETTER STAY FAAAAAAR AWAY FROM MILES OR ANYONE FROM ATSV (or just marvel in general fr.)

The mlb has already positively ruined the bat family tag with their Marinette shipping nonsense. Keep her where she is-

[drowsyreaper]

Okay, I’ve seen a lot of DC/ML crossover fics, mainly with Marinette being someone’s daughter and that’s fine, love it, everyone keep doing what you’re doing. But then I saw someone suggest Luka as Batman’s son. And you know what? That’s fun, I can see it, this emotionally restrained/repressed man who punches as many of his problems as he can with a chill empathic musician who meditates as his son, you could get a lot of mileage out of that, would love to see more of it. But you know who else in the miraculous world would be an amazing Batkid?

Juleka Couffaine.

Tall, wallflower, genetically goth Juleka. Struggles to voice her feelings? How Bruce-ish.  Her love of makeup? She’s a burgeoning master of disguise. Like Sailor J, she’s going to contour her way to a new identity. Loves scary things? She will have a grand time in gargoyle-ridden Gotham. I think it’s a fanon thing that she makes dolls, but I love it, and have mentally expanded that hobby to making forensic dioramas in her spare time. Also probably fanon, but I have no doubt that Juleka would unironically love bats. Spooky flying friends who freak people out while also being vital pollinators and pest control, 10/10. She and Stephanie would unite in their love of purple. With all the cat stuff in her life - Kitty Section and Purple Tigress - she quietly vibes with Selina Kyle.

Enough of Sunshine Child Marinette (though I love her), let Bruce have a quiet, introverted goth daughter, who’s weird in a relatively normal and socially acceptable way, right up until some Gotham nonsense comes her way and she starts making Molotov cocktails like the Captain taught her. Or something.

[ggomos-maribat]

[15/?]

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The weather's fair, her skirt feels comfy, and her brown locks are brushed to perfection. She smiles to herself as she and her partner make their way to their table in the outdoor restaurant.

It's a good day.

But at the corner of her eye, she spots a figure, a small black-haired girl dressed as a waiter. Dread begins to pool in his stomach.

It's not a good day.

Bernard tugs gently at her arm. "You reserved a nice place, Miss Hill."

She returns his smile. "Only the best for us of course."

They sit down and take their picks from the menu but Caroline's nerves does not ease off. She donned the disguise to have a peaceful day out with her boyfriend and not to be stalked by her devilish little sister.

"What can I get for you two?"

Caroline gapes at the sound of the voice. A horrendous bushy mustache sits on her (his?) upper lip and a pair of glasses accompanies the look.

"I'll have this one." Bernard points at the menu. "What about you, babe?"

Caroline scowls at the waiter, resisting a groan. "I'm still choosing . . . Mister . . ."

"Marino," the waiter supplies, gesturing to his nametag.

"Your nametag's upside down."

"Whoops." Marino flips it around with a low-toned giggle.

Caroline squints at it. "Marino Enyaw?"

Marino proudly twiddles with his mustache. "Quite a classy name, is it not?"

Caroline wants to facepalm. Meanwhile Bernard looks back and forth between the two of them, clearly confused.

Marino takes their orders and stumbles back to the counter. Caroline buries her face in her hands. "Bern, I'm so sorry about that."

"About what? He seems like a nice waiter."

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[nullsleepy]

Villainess Short

Villainess Marinette!Au

“-how do you plead, Marinette Von Eden?” A voice awoke her from her trance, stirring her awake.

“..what?” Marinette whispered, looking up with her groggy eyes.

“Lady Eden! Were you even listening?!”

“Uh, who what now?” Marinette looked around, flustered. What is happening?

“What an idiot. Tt. Should have let me take care of her earlier.” Another, deep voice sprang out among the crowd that had formed itself around her.

“I’m sorry guys, but you must have gotten the wrong person! My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You get it? Dupain-Cheng not Eden!” Marinette cried out, her voice almost breaking while sweat dripped down her face. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?!

“What do you think you’re doing, Eden? You think claiming to be a different person will save you? We all know who you are!” A lighter, but still deep and gruff voice shouted, presumably from behind her. Speaking of which, there was something holding her arms behind her, aND THEIR GRIP KEEPS GETTING TIGHTER! IT HURTS!

“..owww.” Marinette bit her lips, looking in front of her with tear filled eyes. The pain was too real to be a dream, so where the heck was she?

“Stop complaining dimwit! Lillian had to suffer much worse because of you!” The man in front of her called out, holding onto someone. Wait… if she looked a little closer, didn’t that look a lot like-

“-Lila?” Marinette gasped out, eyes wide open.

“Ah!” The girl cried out, flinching away from Marinette’s stare. “Richard, I’m scared!”

“It’s alright, my little Lily. I’ll take care of this.” The man whispered to her. The men all around now glaring harshly at Marinette. “Look what you’ve done now, Eden! How dare you harm my Lila with your evil stare!”

“Uh-uh-Ehem.” Marinette panicked, squeezing shut her eyes. Ah, shoot. What should she do?

“Disgusting.” The man behind her tightened his grip even tighter, causing Marinette to react.

“NOPE!” Marinette kicked the man behind her in a- uh, very special spot, causing him to cry out. With her arms now released, Marinette made a quick plan. One that couldn’t fail. “See ya suckers!”

Marinette booked it out of the huge room, slamming into a door, before eventually finding a window to use to escape.

“Oi! Kaalki! I know you’re there, so come out and explain what the heck is happening!”

“Ehehehe, so…”

———————

Author Notes: Made this bc bored and trying to get motivation to write again. Am going to be doing a new fic soon(won’t affect the others I’m doing I swear, just need to get more ideas for them!) which I can’t wait to do with my friend! See you all soon, hopefully! Just trying to get the idea generator in the back of my head to start flowing again! Love y’all!

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The enemy of my enemy is ALSO my enemy, Part 4

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Jason did not know how to feel about standing in the middle of a teen girl’s room.

Of course, he technically could go back ‘home’ to Lazarus Holdings, but he wasn’t particularly eager to. Bucky and Melisande would not be pleased with him when he came back. Which was understandable, considering he had left them to do his paperwork… but, consider: he does not like consequences.

Besides, who knows, maybe they’ll have patched up the way out and he wouldn’t be able to get back. As much as he hated his current predicament, he hated the idea of allowing Hawkmoth to make more paperwork for him even more.

So, stand in the middle of a teen girl’s room he did.

Or not. He looked around awkwardly before taking a seat on the wood floor as best he could when he was literally intangible. He was really just floating in midair. Star Wars’ users of The Force be warned, he’s coming for your meditation shtick.

Marinette sighed and leaned back in her desk chair, rubbing her eyes. Now that she was no longer transformed, he could see the absolute exhaustion that clung to her like a curse. The bags under her eyes were the size of tote bags, and the raccoon look did not suit such a young face.

“He’s gotta be in the rich district,” she mumbled, more to herself than anything. “Being Hawkmoth requires him to spend all day waiting for people to have strong negative emotions. Can’t do that if you have a real job.”

“Gasp. A rich guy is an asshole. How surprising,” deadpanned Jason.

Adrien sent him a glare. “My dad’s rich and he’s fine.”

“Nono. He has a point,” Marinette said. “Fuck that guy.”

Adrien gave her a mildly offended glance. Marinette hardly paid him any mind. Mostly because she had leaned back too far in her chair and was now in a heap on the ground. She seemed less than happy about this development, but apparently wasn’t bothered enough to do anything about it.

It was quiet for a moment.

Jason cut his gaze between Marinette, who was stretching out on her rug, and Adrien, who was spinning in his chair. “Do you guys seriously not do anything while you’re waiting for akumas?”

Adrien cracked a grin that could only be seen for half a second before he was facing the other way again. “We do our schoolwork.”

“And our day jobs,” Marinette added.

He squinted at them. “You have school? And jobs?”

“Legally required to go to school,” said Marinette, who seemed about as annoyed with this fact as every other person that was forced to go to school. “And yeah, we both work for his dad. He’s a model, I won a design contest a while back and now I have the pleasure of working under his label.”

Neither of them seemed thrilled about this fact.

Jason didn’t particularly like the implications of that. It could be that they just hated their jobs, like the majority of people, but he couldn’t imagine that these kids needed to have jobs – Adrien was, apparently, rich, and from the room they were in Jason figured it was safe to bet that Marinette wasn’t struggling either. So, if they disliked it, why not quit?

But… then again… from the way Marinette had instantly dismissed the idea of Adrien’s father being a good person… and the way Adrien had opted to be here despite not having anything to do… well, it wasn’t looking good.

He sighed and brought a hand up to rub the space between his brows, trying to physically get rid of the tension. “So… you don’t do anything for fun?” He asked, deciding to shelve that for a later date because he had another, different concerning thing he wanted to concentrate on.

“Gotta always be ready,” Marinette shrugged unconcernedly.

Adrien ran a hand through his hair, shaking a couple of strands free of their gel prison. “It sucks when you have to stop in the middle of something fun.”

Damn. These kids are messed up.

He leaned back on his hands, his lips pursing in a frown. “Alright, well, you can always go back to it after, can’t you?”

“Too tired at that point,” Adrien sighed.

Jason mulled this over for all of three seconds before shaking his head. “Well, that’s a terrible thing to do to yourself. Just because your lives are hectic doesn’t mean that you have to ruin your little free time.”

“After we’re done we should be fine,” Adrien waved him off.

Jason gave a wry smile. “I’m proof of the fact that a ‘later’ is not guaranteed.”

It was quiet for a few moments as the other two processed this.

And then, surprisingly, it was Marinette that clapped her hands together and pushed herself to her feet. “Alright, what’re we doing?”

Jason really hadn’t thought that he’d get this far.

But… well, a quick glance around the room gave him an idea.

~

Marinette sent him a dirty look. “Y’know, it’s convenient for you to choose a pillow fort when you can’t even touch things.”

Jason spread his hands in a ‘what can you do’ gesture.

A pillow sailed through his head.

~

Eventually, they managed to make a fort out of blankets and pillows (and also a couple of chairs and the bed and a broom for structure), and the three crawled inside.

Marinette smiled and flicked on a set of fairy lights, casting their little safe haven in a pale pink glow.

“That’s definitely a fire hazard,” Adrien said, eyeing them with a hint of nervousness, but then he seemed to brush off the idea like it was nothing. “Alright. Now what?”

“Now,” a high-pitched, unfamiliar voice chimed, and Jason was lucky that he wasn’t corporeal because if he was he would have sent their fort toppling over in his haste to get away from the thing that had surprised him. And he meant thing. His head whipped over to where two tiny beings were floating in the entrance to the fort. Between them, they carried a large platter of… “You can’t do a pillow fort without sweets!”

Neither of the miraculous holders looked perturbed by the sudden appearance of the two beings. In fact, Marinette cracked a half smile.

“Did you guys steal those cookies from downstairs?”

“They were a bad batch!” The black one defended himself, puffing his cheeks out in a strange kind of pout.

Marinette grinned. “I hope you know that you’re not making me want to eat those more, Plagg.”

“Good. More for us, then!” ‘Plagg’ said.

This earned a tiny eyeroll from the other two.

Jason fought the urge to rub a hand over his eyes. That was showing just a little too much emotion for him. He did, however, gesture to them with his hands in a kind of ‘what the fuck?!’ way.

Marinette snorted. “What, did you think we just randomly ended up with powers?”

“... I want you to look at me for a couple seconds,” Jason said. “And wonder why I might think that.”

There was a beat.

Marinette had the decency to blush a little, tugging her hair in front of her face in an attempt to hide her shame.

Jason sighed and looked back at the pair of floating beings – who weren’t floating anymore, in the few moments he had taken to speak to Marinette they had set the tray on the pillow and then taken a seat on the rim of the plate – which seemed to be scrutinizing him over their baked goods.

After a couple of seconds the tiny red one smiled at him and offered a cookie.

He gave a polite little smile in return and shook his head. “Can’t eat.” He stuck his arm through the nearby blanket to prove his point.

And then, to his surprise, the black one huffed and nodded. “Oh, I remember that. Torture that was.”

His eyebrows knit together.

“What? Did you think that us all-powerful beings just wanted to put ourselves at the mercy of any human that got our miraculous? I mean, all the stuff with Hawkmoth just shows how terrible of an idea it is.”

Jason blinked dumbly. His eyes flicked to the ‘magical earrings and ring’ that Marinette and Adrien sported, and then back down at the two kwamis who were eating oh-so-cheerfully.

“So… you basically gave up what could have been all of your free will in return for being tangible.”

The pair of beings nodded in unison, not even an ounce of hesitation nor regret hiding within their expressions.

He considered this. He had only been intangible for a few hours, and already he could tell that he would likely go insane if things stayed this way. After years of sitting around doing mind-numbing paperwork, wasn’t it understandable that all he wanted was to feel the grass beneath his feet again? To be able to eat a pastry? To want to curl up under a blanket? To touch another human being?

He bit his lip. “Do you think…?” He began awkwardly, unsure of how to broach the subject.

Luckily or unluckily, recognition sparkled in the pair of beings’ eyes. They looked at each other.

The red one looked back at him. “I don’t know...”

“Tikki,” Plagg hissed.

‘Tikki’ made a face. “He’s not a god like us, it might not even work.”

“We should try at least! He’s a kid, for fucks sake!”

“Exactly. He’s a kid. He shouldn’t be making decisions like this when he doesn’t even have a fully developed frontal lobe!”

“Well, that’s never going to happen!” Plagg pointed out. “So, if he wants it, he wants it!”

“We are not letting a kid give up his free will.”

“He’s a human, still, or at least partially, right? Something about being kinda dead or whatever? Maybe he can wield it himself!”

“Maybe he can’t!”

Plagg scoffed. “Then we can give him to one of the kids.”

“That’s –!”

Marinette raised a hand hesitantly. “Would he still be able to find Hawkmoth for us if he does this?”

Jason’s mouth dropped open in offense. He hadn’t expected one of the other humans to be against it, especially not for a reason like that, but perhaps it made sense that they might not be on his side. After all, how could they ever understand what it was like to watch everyone else around you enjoy the simple pleasures of life while knowing you could never do the same?

She gritted her teeth. “I’m not saying never, I’m saying that – if it might limit you – maybe it should come after you help us.”

I don’t trust you to not bail immediately, and we still need you, he translated. He suddenly remembered that he very much despised pretty much everyone in this room. Why do they always have to make his death so damn awful? Wasn’t death supposed to be peaceful? Because, if so, he’d been cheated.

And, yes, he understood her reasoning. He was a bat, of course he could understand caution. He would probably do the same in her case. But… it hurt a little being on the other side of it.

At least he had someone on his side, because Plagg was quick to shake his head and come to Jason’s defense:

“Tikki and I still have our powers. He should be fine.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, looking away thoughtfully. She didn’t seem to know what to say now.

Adrien shrugged his shoulders. “I think that, if it’s what he wants to do, we should let him.”

It was silent as the two women considered it. For a moment, Tikki and Marinette seemed to have a conversation with just a couple of vague facial expressions and hand gestures.

And then they both sighed.

Marinette even groaned a little.

Plagg grinned victoriously and turned to him. “What kind of jewelry piece did you want it to be?”

Jason thought it over for a few moments. He didn’t want it to be easy to steal…

“A tongue piercing,” he decided. Not only would it be difficult for someone to wrench his mouth open to even get to it, they would then have to find a way to tear it out as well.

Also, he liked the aesthetic. Sue him.

Tikki nodded once and a flash of black flickered through the air in front of his face. He tried to catch it on instinct, but it sailed through him, and he grimaced a little at the feeling of metal literally slipping through his hand.

Adrien managed to catch it and grinned victoriously as he held up a small, black stud.

Marinette’s mouth dropped open.

“Why does the stuff you make not have the weird ladybug design on it?” She asked, distracted from her mild annoyance by this clear injustice.

“Because you would use your abilities for evil if I let you,” Tikki sighed. “The only thing stopping you is the fact that you care about your aesthetics too much.”

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest in a huff and looked away, glaring at a nearby plush cat as if it had personally offended her.

Jason noted, idly, that she didn’t actually argue to the contrary. At least she’s aware of it.

Plagg jabbed its little paw at Marinette, giving Adrien an almost accusatory look. “Look! Why can’t you be evil like her?!”

Adrien rolled his eyes.

Jason cracked a grin, snickering behind his hand. He could already tell that the group of four seemed to balance each other perfectly. The two girls were more hesitant and calculated, while the boys were more impulsive. The older pair had a kind of wisdom that could only come with existing for centuries, while the two humans brought in new perspectives by virtue of being mortal. Plagg and Marinette were more distinctly chaotic, Tikki and Adrien worked to keep them in line in their own ways. And they all had the kind of familiarity with each other that only came after spending a lot of time together.

He couldn’t help but wonder if there was somewhere he could fit into that.

He grimaced to himself. That was the kind of mindset that had gotten him killed. He didn’t need to fit in somewhere – he wasn’t supposed to, he was just a kid no one wanted. If nothing else, he should at least try and learn the lesson he had literally died to learn.

Jason cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, how do we do this thing?”

Tikki smiled, but it was one tinged with nerves. She pointed at the stud in Adrien’s hand. “You’ll need to transfer a piece of yourself into the jewelry.”

“... how the fuck –?”

There was a knocking sound and the group of five jumped. Everyone except for Jason looked to the trapdoor instantly, and he followed their gaze to find it just barely rattling.

Tikki and Plagg darted out of sight.

Jason cursed and looked around, thinking.

And then he looked down at himself. He hadn’t changed his outfit since he had started working, had opted for a simple business suit because he didn’t want to stay in the clothes he had died in (and, besides, a suit just fit for someone that did paperwork as much as he did). But a suit didn’t make sense for someone that looked his age, and even then the suit was made more strange by the fact that it was in tatters from his climb to the overworld.

He took a deep breath before forcing his clothes to shift into pajamas.

Great. One problem solved. Now for his wings.

He leaned back against the wall of the blanket fort, forcing his wings to phase through, and fought back a grimace.

Awesome. This was working. He looked normal now. He was not suffering. This did not feel strange. If you keep telling yourself things they come true.

Both of the humans were looking at him with wide eyes.

But they quickly brought themselves back to neutral expressions as the trapdoor swung open, revealing someone that looked quite like Marinette, if much older. She wore an apron and a kind smile.

Her eyes widened just slightly when she saw Jason. “Who’s this?” she asked.

“Jason,” he said, giving a small, polite incline of his head.

He ignored the pair of humans jerking just slightly at the mention of his actual name. Clearly, they hadn’t expected that. Robin was technically a name, but he didn’t want to use it in case the woman managed to recognize it somehow. Which left him to come up with a different name, and he had never been good at that. At least he could tell them it was a fake name he came up with on the spot. After all, did he really look like a Jason? Surely, that was too generic a name to find on someone who had two wings sprouting from his back.

For a second, he swore the woman’s soul narrowed her eyes at him. That it glanced around, looking for something. But then the expression was gone, leaving her with the exact same cheerfulness that was on her real face.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jason,” she said lightly. “If you want anything to eat, tell me, m’kay?”

Jason nodded once in understanding. “Nice to meet you, too, Miss. I’ll do that.”

Her smile stretched a little wider. And then she turned her attention away, resting her hands on her hips and giving the two other kids a mildly scolding look. “So it was you that took that batch. Honestly, how you even get your hands on them without me noticing…”

Marinette grinned. “Hey, at least we only take the scuffed batches.”

The woman shook her head with a fond smile and then reached out to pinch Adrien’s cheek. “Fine. As long as he gets some, I don’t mind.”

Adrien smiled nervously. “It’s not a cheat day, ma’am, I can’t –.”

“You’re too thin. Eat just one, okay?” The woman said.

Adrien’s shoulders slumped and he nodded, picking up a cookie with a hint of reluctance and taking a tiny bite.

The woman seemed sated, at least, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek.

She looked back at Jason and, for a moment, her smile stretched a little wider. “I’m assuming you’re the one that suggested the pillow fort?”

He nodded carefully. “I’ll make sure it gets cleaned up –.”

“Nono, keep it as long as you three want. It’s nice to see them doing ‘younger’ stuff,” she said lightly.

Marinette and Adrien both blushed.

Jason was definitely going to tease them later.

But, for now, he smiled a much more real smile and mumbled a quiet “Gotcha.”

Unlike with Adrien, she didn’t try and touch him. She just gave a lighthearted little laugh and started heading down. Thank god. He wasn’t sure how he would have explained away the fact that her hand would move right through him.

It was silent for a minute. If anyone asked, they would just blame it on making sure she didn’t come back.

And then the silence was broken by a phone ringing.

Adrien groaned. “Akuma.”

“Oh come the fuck on,” Jason said.

“Tell me about it,” Marinette sighed.

And then the pair transformed, and Jason brought back his tattered suit, and the three of them all headed out.

~

The akuma was, apparently, an easy one. Mr. Pigeon. The 69th one, according to a very amused Adrien.

And now Jason understood why they had thought he was one of those ‘akuma’ things at first. If all of them looked like that, then he too would assume anything that was not strictly normal would be an akuma.

Besides that, the only thing of any real note was that Hawkmoth didn’t show up. Which really wasn’t of note, seeing as he apparently only did that once in a blue moon. But it was still disappointing.

So, defeated (in that their plan didn’t work, the akuma was dealt with within the hour), they all headed home, exhaustion making their shoulders slump and their steps heavy.

At least, if this went right, Jason could lean back in the comfortable pillows and fall asleep for the first time in years.

He placed his hands over the tiny, unassuming stud on the ground.

“You need to imagine giving yourself up,” Plagg said, hovering by his shoulder. “A lot of magic is about intent.”

If Jason were human, he would have swallowed thickly, but instead he just gave a sharp nod and started concentrating.

“It should come to you…” Tikki said, her tone more careful, as if he were something fragile that could break if this went wrong.

It was very quiet.

He imagined giving up a part of himself. Allowing himself to become tangible at the cost of some of his free will. Limiting himself for freedom.

Nothing happened. He was still floating. The world beneath him still shied away from his touch, his molecules missing everything else despite his best attempts.

He tried not to be too disappointed. They had mentioned it might not work, it was the first thing Tikki had said. He wasn’t like them, he was something other.

He still found himself fighting back tears.

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You Drive Like A Maniac

Inspired by this tumblr post from @miraculousmelodies <3 This one shot focuses more on the family dynamics between Damian, Dick, Jason and Tim, but Marinette does appear in the end. Also, established daminette. Daminette One Shot | Crack Fic | AO3

It was a normal day at the Wayne Manor. 

Damian, Dick, Jason, and Tim were all doing their own thing in the living room while Bruce was off somewhere on a mission with the Justice League. 

That was until Damian got a call from Marinette, “Hey, Dami! Do you mind picking me up from Fabric Fusion? My—”

The call cuts off all of a sudden, sending Damian into a panic as his mind jumps to conclusions about what could have happened. Someone could have knocked her out from behind and kidnapped her!

Dick watched his youngest brother’s panicked expression with concern. “What’s up with you, Little D?” 

“Something occurred with Marinette. She requested me to pick her up from Fabric Fusion, and then the call cuts off abruptly.” Damian blurted out, already jumping to his feet and rushing out of the living room with his siblings following close behind. 

Moments later, Damian and his adopted siblings piled into the car in their yard and to their dismay, it was out of gas upon ignition. 

The heavy rain was obscuring the view, but Damian could make out the black jeep a few distance away, seeming to be stalking the neighbouring manor. He wasted no time in hijacking the car. 

Dick knocked out the middle-aged man with a precise strike to a pressure point while Jason and Tim tossed the man onto the grass to soak in the rain, their worries for Marinette outweighing their morals. 

Jason took the driver’s seat, followed by Dick settling into the passenger’s seat while Damian and Tim sat in the back. The car took off before any of them could have the chance to fasten their seat belts. 

Though Dick did click his seat belt into place once they were in the streets, and he chastened his siblings to do the same, only to get ignored in response. Safety was apparently the last thing on everyone’s mind whenever Marinette was involved. 

Jason placed more weight on the accelerator with his foot in response, speeding through the streets like he was trying to win a race. “Oh shut up, Dickiebird, you’re a cop! Abuse your power for once. It’s for Pixiepop!”

Dick looked aghast by the very suggestion, holding on to the grab handle for dear life. “I can’t believe you’re trying to convert me into a corrupt cop, Jay! Not to mention, it’s not the case of abusing power. It’s for safety!”

“Oh, come on, everyone in Gotham is corrupt! The foster system is so shitty the children are better off surviving in the streets than in some foster homes!” Jason snarked back, abruptly veering the steering wheel to the left, missing the motorcycle about to hit their vehicle by inches. 

In the back of the car, Damian grew more agitated by their argument, his worry for Marinette making him more prone to irritation and snapping at them. “Todd, your driving speed is inadequate. Marinette will have already been taken to a secondary location by the time we get there because of your tortoise driving speed.”

Jason gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he snarled, “Dickie here is telling me to tone it down, then there’s you, brat, demanding me to drive faster. I will do whatever the fucking hell I want, and neither of you get to decide.” 

To Dick’s dismay and horror, Jason sped up even more. They were well over past the speed limit at this point with Jason’s reckless driving, and they’ve already resisted arrestment twice in the span of five minutes. 

“You’re going to get us pulled over again. Not only will we have to get B to bail us out, but with us in jail, who’s going to rescue Sunshine?” Dick tried to reason, his face contorting into worry. 

Tim groaned from beside Damian, feeling dizzy from the argument and the three energy drinks he had chugged to wake himself up. He was on his fourth drink when Damian snatched the can away from him, promptly tossing it out the window and hitting the car driving past them with a clunk. 

“Hey!” Tim protested, hugging the duffle bag of energy drinks he had brought with him in a protective hold against his chest while shooting Damian a glare. 

Damian wrestled the bag away from his sleep-deprived brother and chucked it out the window as well, ignoring the “you don’t fucking toss objects out the window!” from the car next lane. 

“Is your goal to fill your bloodstream with energy drinks?” Damian asked drily, returning the glare. 

Before Tim could snark back, they were slammed into the back of their seats when Jason jabbed his foot on the brakes, narrowly stopping the vehicle from bumping into the car in front of them. 

Tim rubbed at his temple to soothe the throbbing headache manifested from the slam. “You drive like a maniac, Jason!” 

Jason pounded on the horn in frustration, growling out, “Fucking quit making comments about my driving habits! If you all want to lash out, do it on something else that’s not my driving habits!” 

Dick made an indignant noise from the back of his throat as the traffic light turned green once more. Jason sped off, not ceasing in his impulsive driving despite the barb comments. “You mean your unhealthy driving habits? This concerns our safety!” 

“Shouldn’t you, as a driver, make sure your passengers get to their destination safely? You could never be a bus driver. You’ll send your passengers into a heart attack before they can even make it to their stop!” Tim yelped as the car took a harsh turn like it was to tip over at any moment before it levelled once again. 

Damian, on the other hand, begged to differ. “If you imbeciles had not insisted on following me, I would have already made it to Marinette. Simply comparing Todd’s driving speed to a tortoise is an insult. Even tortoises are faster than him in this sense.” 

Jason ignored Dick and Damian’s comments. Instead, he looked offended by Tim’s comment. “Excuse you, I would make one hell of a bus driver. Whoever takes my bus will never be late to their destination with my speed. If we’re talking about doomed careers, you would never make it as an ice cream taster. You’ll end up falling asleep face-plant into the bucket of ice cream and die of hyperthermia!” 

Dick looked torn between wanting to laugh at Jason’s remark and keeping a serious expression while Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I fail to see how ice cream tasters are relevant to the situation at hand.”

“I would never stoop so low to become an ice cream taster!” Tim protested, affronted by the prospect. 

Jason cursed, swivelling the vehicle before it could hit the poor pedestrian crossing the street. “Is there a fucking problem with becoming an ice cream taster? I happen to like Neapolitan ice cream, thank you very much!”

“Who said anything about Neapolitan ice cream? I could say I like coffee, and then you’ll accuse me of hating tea!” 

“That’s a terrible analogy, Timbers, because you do, in fact, hate tea. Saying you like coffee is a huge understatement. You would marry a drug dealer just ‘cause they offered to inject caffeine into your bloodstream so you could die in bliss!”

“This coming from someone who orders tea in a coffee shop!”

The argument was switching topics so ridiculously fast, giving Dick whiplash even as he was maybe a tiny bit entertained. 

“Is this even about doomed careers anymore?” Dick asked loudly.

He had spoken over Jason’s proclamation of, “At least I don’t go to a coffee shop that has popcorn ceiling, which, fyi, contains asbestos and, congratu-fucking-lations, I’m happy to inform you’ll die thirty years from now of lung cancer if an overdose of caffeine doesn’t kill you first.” 

Jason’s remark was immediately countered by Tim’s insult. “Says the guy who smokes ten packs of cigarettes a day and uses fluorescent lightbulbs in his room— which, for your information, contain mercury!” 

Dick’s interjection went ignored by the duo, now moving on to microwaves and guns. 

“You’re the one who keeps a fucking microwave in his room! Mind you, that monster of an appliance belongs in the kitchen, not the bedroom! You’ll die of radiation from the sheer proximity of it if there is a leak. The instructions clearly say to stand away from it while it’s cooking— “

“What’s wrong with keeping a microwave in my room!? You keep guns in your room, for god’s sake! Well, those abomination of machines belong in the shooting range. You’ll be thrashing around at night from your nightmares, knocking into the guns and shooting yourself in your sleep— !”

A dagger sailed through the cramped vehicle, cutting through the windshield and shattering the glass, halting the pair’s frivolous arguments. Raindrops were already splattering onto the dashboard and into the jeep from the damage. 

Curses tumbled out of Jason’s mouth, and he slammed on the brakes to glare at Damian, the obvious culprit of the assault. “Are you trying to get us killed by fratricide, Demon Spawn?” 

“You’re the fine one to talk about getting us killed. Talk about your non-existent driving habits,” Dick muttered, going back full circle to the original topic before the absurd argument between Jason and Tim took place. 

If Jason heard Dick’s muttering, he made no show of it, keeping his glare locked on Damian. 

Damian glared back. “I refuse to hear you cretins bicker about unpromising professions, dairy, beverages and other inane topics when Marinette is in danger!” 

Tim snorts, amused by his word choice. “I believe the scientific names for them are ‘doomed careers,’ ‘ice cream,’ ‘coffee,’ and— hey! These topics are far from stupid or silly!” 

Tim’s words fell upon deaf ears as Damian opened the door with an aggressive tug and moved to get out of the vehicle. 

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going, brat?” Jason asked, having not hit the lock on the control panel in his haze when he first got in and now regretting it. 

Dick mumbled under his breath, “I hope the car owner has insurance installed cause he’s unfortunately not getting the vehicle back in one piece.” 

Damian scowled. “Todd clearly can’t be trusted to drive. It’s a betrayal waiting to happen.”

Ignoring Jason’s comeback of, “Don’t be dramatic, this ain’t the medieval times. We’re not forbidden lovers on the battlefield of opposing kingdoms,” 

Despite the dramatic nature of Jason’s remark itself, Damian plowed on. “You and Drake may continue to have your philosophical argument about sleep paralysis or whatever preposterous topic is next. Don’t stop on my account.”

With that sarcastic remark, Damian slammed the vehicle door shut in a dramatic fashion, rushing toward the fabric shop Marinette liked to frequent a few feet away, with his adopted brothers quickly following suit. 

Seeing his beloved standing safe and sound with her phone clutched in hand, Damian felt like he could breathe again. 

When he was close enough, he pulled her into his arms, ignoring how he was practically soaked from the rain. Scolding words were already falling from his lips. “Don’t scare me like that ever again!” 

Marinette, to her credit, looked sheepish, her hands resting on his shoulders, not minding his soaked nature. “Sorry, Dami. I called you to pick me up because it was raining and I forgot to bring an umbrella. My phone ran out of battery before I could finish the explanation. I really didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the rest of his siblings coming to a stop behind him, taking cover under the eaves with them. “You all dropped what you were doing to come all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?”

Damian pulled away from the hug, taking her hand as his brothers went on a tirade of explanations.

“Several traffic violations due to Jaybird’s reckless driving habits,” Dick huffed, looking at Jason in disapproval. 

In contrast, Jason looked proud as he announced, “We resisted arrestment twice!” 

“Four cans of energy drinks before my duffle bag of drinks was tossed overboard to the wolves by my own brother,” Tim whined out, now having the time to mourn for his lost drinks.

Meanwhile, Marinette was looking more stressed by the minute. 

“I should also mention that,” Damian added, pointing to the black jeep in the distance, “this is not our car. Dick knocked someone out, and we hijacked their vehicle. The windshield is also now shattered.” 

Jason said in a staged whisper, “The windshield is Demon Spawn’s fault. He decided to assault it with his dagger.” 

Marinette shook her head, exasperated and concerned by their antics. “You guys are not allowed to drive unsupervised ever again.”

[boldlyanxious]

Nice Sign

I am blaming this all on @ktreereads

Based on a video I saw

Masterlist

She had put it off long enough. She hadn’t been able to maintain any other relationship because she was always holding out hope that Adrien would finally see her as more than a friend. Sometimes it felt completely obvious that he did. He would look at her like she was his entire world. She felt like she could do anything but that never proved true.

Her abilities always froze before she was able to form the words to tell him how she felt about him. She would get lost in his eyes as he smiled. He looked right at her. She glanced down at his mouth but every time he would pull her into a hug and tell her what a great friend she was.

This would end today.

No matter what happened, she would march right up to him and tell him that she was in love with him. She was laser focused. She was jostled through the crowd. She momentarily lost track of what she was doing, trying to figure out what the crowd was. They were talking and laughing. Tourists. Americans, judging by the English and the accents. She was bumped a couple times but Alya pulled her through the crowd and she could see Nino across the plaza with Adrien. They were in the right spot under the blossoming trees.

---

Damian had a sour look on his face while Steph pulled him along. He couldn’t believe she was actually making him do this. They got a few weird looks from some of the Parisian locals. He was grateful that Steph had at least allowed it to be away from most of the big tourist spots. This whole plan was too absurd. He was fairly certain that Dick had intervened to try to keep the bet out of the press, not so much the bet as the punishment.

She had to have cheated.

He looked over as the crowd cheered. Cass had appeared near them and upon seeing Steph with the sign pulled the blond to her in a kiss. They must have thought it was a reaction to the sign that he would be holding, hopefully until the time limit ran out. When the 2 girls pulled away, Steph had a goofy grin on her face. Cass was smiling back at her but pulled the sign away and handed it to Damian.

“Do wipe that ridiculous look off your face and start the timer,” he said. “I refuse to do this any longer than is necessary and your ability to follow the rules is already in question.”

“Chill out. I won fair and square. You are just a sore loser.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and watched until she started the timer before he held up the sign.

People were walking by and pointing at him. He could hear them talking. Every once and a while someone would translate it into French for others. So far they just laughed themselves silly at his expense.

---

Marinette smiled as she approached them. They sat on the bench, as she and Alya had told Nino to do. That would put the blossoming trees right behind her as she sat in front of Adrien. Nino jumped up and said he had to go see Alya and rushed off to where she was watching. Adrien smiled as she sat next to him. He was expecting Nino to be right back but Marinette was hoping they would leave together for their first date.

“What is new with you, Marinette?” he asked.

He was still smiling. She had to remember her words even when he smiled. She took a deep breath but bit her lip as she tried to decide how to respond. He was always so patient with her after years of slow responses from her. She nearly lunged forward as she reached out for his hand.

“There is nothing new with me. But there is something I have needed to talk to you about for a long time.”

He held her hand and then closed his other hand over top of it. She closed her eyes at the feel of it.

“I hope you know you can talk to me about anything. You don’t ever have to hold back. You won’t hurt my feelings because your opinion matters to me.”

“This is about my feelings,” she was looking down at their hands when she started but then looked back up at him as she continued. “But I hope that it matches your feelings too.”

He turned his head slightly in confusion. He opened his mouth but before he responded she put a single finger up to his lips. They were soft and she could feel his breath.

“Please wait,” she said. His lips pressed together and she let her finger slide down to his chin. “Adrien, we have been friends for a long time but I’m not happy this way.”

Hurt filled his eyes but before he spoke she pushed her finger back to his lips to stop the words.

“That came out wrong. I love being your friend. I hope we will always be friends but I want to be more.”

His hand reached up and closed it around hers, pulling it away from his mouth.

“Marinette–”

“Let me finish,” she said. “I have spent so long trying to say the words.”

His eyes held compassion and regret but she had to continue on. If he stopped her she could convince herself that there was still a possibility even though she could see in his eyes that he didn’t see any possibility.

“I love you. I have loved you since you gave me your umbrella in the rain.” She took another breath but continued on before he could interrupt. “Maybe it started as a crush. We were young and the idea of love was so enticing. But at this point it has been years and I still cherish every moment with you. We have grown and so have my feelings, so I can’t let my fear of changing things stop me from telling you.”

She finished talking and whatever he had wanted to interrupt her with was lost. He was sitting in stunned silence and she just waited. The mortification she had shoved back in order to get herself to finally tell him washed over her in an instant.

She pushed up off the bench and turned to run away. He pulled her back to face him but his eyes were still filled with regret. She didn’t know if she was going to cry or find a place to throw up. But she definitely needed to escape.

“You are an amazing person, Marinette. You are so beautiful and kind. You are such a great friend and that is how I love you.”

She had planned for how she would take the news if he didn’t feel the same. But those plans didn’t involve how she would actually feel, watching one of her best friends feel a mixture of helplessness and pity. She tore her hands away from him and ran.

—

Damian only had to make it an hour with this sign but Steph was making sure he was a spectacle by laughing loudly at the reactions. She kept hollering at him to turn and face every person or group approached where he was standing.

“Is this almost finished? I can help you read the clock if you have forgotten how.”

“Very soon. Less than a minute. The timer will beep and then you may stop.”

He glared at her as he turned back. There was only one person in view and she didn’t appear to be paying attention. He was more worried that she wouldn’t look up and would walk right into him. Instead, she seemed to see his feet or his shadow and then looked up and stumbled slightly to move around him.

—

She was pretty sure Alya and Nino were following as well as Adrien but she had moved quickly and they weren’t chasing her down. She kept her eyes down and avoided interacting with anyone. She didn't even know where she was headed, she just needed to get away. She looked up quickly when she saw a shadow move. She adjusted to avoid walking into someone on the sidewalk. That seemed more his fault as he was just standing there.

When she stopped to walk around him she paused to read his sign, feeling bad that he likely had something going on that would have him standing out here with a sign. She took a second to read it. It was in English so she went slow. It had to be wrong. There was no way that he would stand there with a sign that said, “Kiss me; I’m desperate.”

She read it again and she suddenly felt the same. She was going to just walk past but then she could hear the footsteps of her friends racing up behind her. Worried about her emotional state after she had just been turned down. She had held herself back from feeling anything for so long and for what. She turned back to the man and pulled him to her by his lapels. He clearly hadn’t been expecting anyone to respond to his sign. She kissed him as she had hoped to kiss Adrien after her confession. The stranger was shocked and responded slowly. She relaxed her hold so he could pull away when he wished but instead he moved a hand to the side of her face and kissed her back.

Her friends were watching, shocked as the two of them stepped apart. The woman, she assumed was with him, was bent over laughing. Her phone was beeping but she couldn’t stop laughing long enough to get it to shut off. Marinette couldn’t seem to care. It definitely wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen to her today.

“Nice sign,” she said to the man before she turned and headed home.

She was almost certain that Alya would be there as soon as she could wrap her head around what had just happened.

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Like A Drama - 8

One moment Red Hood was giving his rundown of patrol to the rest of the team, and the next, sparkling purple-blue liquid suddenly flooded into the Batcave. Jason could see most of his family sinking under the weight of their armors that they were quick to shed in response. Nightwing seemed to fare the best with his light suit. The liquid felt no different from water, but no one wanted to risk it containing any toxins. Visually, though, it felt like what would happen if a magical unicorn herd simultaneously bled out in a lake.

The liquid was rushing in quickly, already almost to the ceiling in under three minutes. Jason could see the rest of his family holding their breaths while trying to look for an escape. Dick was diving towards the exit to the manor, and the others were attempting to move elsewhere too, but the undercurrent was too strong and constantly pushing them upwards, much to the illogicality of the fluid.

The water level was only getting higher, but right as the liquid was about to push them against the ceiling, they felt themselves hit a soft surface instead. It was like moving through cotton.

Pop.

They phased through the ceiling and somehow ended up in the middle of a lake. On the banks, Jason could spot a large unmoving white mass. Swimming closer, he noticed that it was a herd of dead unicorns, as crazy as that was.

What the actual fuck?

"Where are we?" one of his siblings asked. Jason knew he shouldn't know the answer to this, but there was a niggling feeling that he did.

He looked around to see looming dark pine trees surrounding the lake, but Jason's instincts told them the trees were edible. And that they were sweet. The place was fucking with his goddamn mind.

Suddenly, a bell-like giggle rang through the air.

Jason looked up to see a blue-haired pixie in a lavender petal dress flying toward them. She had one glittering blue-green wing while the other was a translucent pale lilac.

"Hi, Jason, remember me?" she said airily.

"Who the fuck are you? Where did you bring us?" he fired off at the thumb-sized girl floating above them. His family was on guard, silently reaching for whatever weapons they had left as they emerged from the lake.

"Here's a present~" she tinkled, not paying Jason any mind despite her initial acknowledgment of the boy. At her words, three blue-purple petals, the same color as the mysterious liquid in the lake, floated towards the group.

Everyone was wary of what magic the fairy had brought, but in Jason's mind, a word suddenly appeared. Pixie-pop. He didn't know what that meant or how he knew that was what those petals were, but he just knew. With the same mysterious sixth sense this whole place was giving him. Like some sort of déjà vu, except he's never been here before. He was fucking sure he'd remember if he was. It was hard to forget the dead unicorns, cotton candy tree bark, and magic pixie that his mind just seemed to know.

One suddenly sped up and reached Dick before it disappeared into purple sparkles with a pop. Everyone waited with bated breath but nothing happened.

Another flew straight for Damian. He tried to dodge but it followed him as if on a tracker. He threw a birdarang at the petal, but the throwing weapon poofed into pastel blue feathers before it could make contact. The petal caught him while he was mid-air, and his entire body was enveloped in blue smoke. When the wind blew the remains away, Damian was gone.

Tweet-tweet.

Jason looked down to see a small, chubby robin. Damian, his mind supplied. It occurred to him absentmindedly that the blue smoke was the color of a robin's eggshell.

Tweet! Twee-tweet! TWEET!

The small bird tried to fly from the ground but kept falling from the unfamiliarity with his new appendages. With a huff, he circled around in search of the target of his ire, the goddamn pixie.

But she was gone.

Magically, as if they were all suggested to forget, the last petal slipped past them unseen to tap softly on Batman's lips, leaving white particles the taste of sugar in its wake.

All of a sudden, Bruce turned paler, his eyes more slitted and glowing against the dark surroundings. His canines lengthened, and his lips turned a deep, blood red.

Vampire, Jason knew.

Right after he thought that, out of nowhere, a pale purple-blue circle appeared below where they were standing, and they all promptly fell through it.

Landing in a crouch on sky blue grass, Jason observed his new surroundings. The sky was dark forest green. They were still in a forest, but compared to the light-hearted fairytale vibe of the previous woodland, this place had a doom and gloom rivaling Gotham's. It might have been the lack of proper sunlight, but all the shadows had a sinister look to them. Jason felt he should be more cautious.

TWEET!

The literal robin jumped angrily on the ground, hidden by the tall grass. Dick lifted him up on his palm, and Jason could see Damian's feathers all puffed out and ruffled. It was hilariously adorable for the stabby Robin of the crime capital. A sibling, Stephanie probably, stifled a laugh at the sight.

The dark forest kept giving Jason a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't recall from where.

Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh. Thud.

Jason felt called to the sound and approached slowly. In the distance, he could see a lumberjack chopping wood with a... lightsaber?

"Fuck!" he said under his breath. "I know where we are."

Everyone turned to him, waiting for an answer.

"We're in a fever dream. My fever dream. Back when I was ten."

"What the hell, Jason?"

"Twee-twee-tweet! Tweet!"

"Dead unicorns? Really, Jay?"

"Enough," Bruce silenced the bickering children. "What's important is finding an escape path."

"Red Hood, any ideas on how to leave?"

"Portals. I think. Yeah. Probably. Shit, it's been more than a decade, I don't know."

"Tell us what you do remember, Hood," Tim said.

"Magic, sci-fi, this place is just one huge mess. The petals from earlier are pixie-pops, a harmless but permanent prank. I don't know what's up with Nightwing, but Robin and B likely won't turn back until we get out."

"Shit."

"Yeah, shit."

"Is there really no way to reverse the... pixie-pop?" Barbara asked.

Jason groaned, he could barely remember this place.

"A test!" it suddenly came back to him. "There's a test to turn time back, but I don't know how to find it. It randomly moves places every hour."

Out of nowhere, a pink sun was shining brightly against the grass green sky. There was no need for sunrise or sunset in this place; time was relative and random. Everything was meant to occur as a surprise.

A hiss escaped Bruce's lips as the pink rays reached him. His pale skin turned a bruise-like purple. His red lips turned black. Jason couldn't see it, but he knew underneath the cowl, Bruce's hair was dyed a bright bubble gum pink.

"Well, this is fucked up."

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Tim turned to look at Marinette with a look of concern on his face, his eyes staring harshly at hers. "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?"

She looked back at him with a scared look displayed on her face. Oh god. This was serious. What were they going to do now? "I'm not sure," she responded regretfully. "I've never been in this situation before."

"This is awful," Tim declared boldly, standing from his chair as if he had this big purpose to complete. "We must do something about it."

Marinette placed her hand upon his shoulder in an action that was meant to be reassuring, although she wasn't quite sure who exactly she was supposed to be reassuring in this situation. Tim or her? "We'll figure it out. Together."

"Together," he nodded slowly. "It may end up being the most difficult enemy we've ever faced, and so we shall face it together, and go down together if needs be."

"Absolutely," she agreed without hesitation. "We must get more coffee, no matter the cost."

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Biodad! Bruce Wayne

Realised I haven't posted anything Maribat related in a while. Also realised that it's Biodad! Bruce Wayne month.

I am currently on break from fic writing until October. This happened because the wifi was out for a while and I lacked motivation to study.

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Marinette is a Wayne and everyone knows except for the new kids aka Alya, Adrien and Lila.

Mari doesn't flaunt her wealth or tried to hide it but everyone just sort of forgets when she is as down to earth as the rest of them.

Except for the certain times she shows it and everyone is violently reminded that she is richer than Chloe Bourgeosis (who can't stand that fact.)

Picture this, Set season 3-ish, Spring Break is over and everyone is coming back from their vacation.

Chloe comes in a limo and bragging about her vacation in the Carribean or something.

Adrien looks around and is like, "Where's Marinette?"

Marinette hasn't been heard from all break and Alya is only aware that she is visiting family in the States.

Anyways, bell rings to signal classes and still no sign of Marinette.

Then, the chopping sounds of a helicopter is heard and everyone looks up to the sky and sees one.

Everyone moved out of the way as they realised that it was going to land in the courtyard (Or the sake of crack and the magic of imagination and fiction, let's pretend this is allowed and possible)

"I wonder if that is a new student." Adrien wondered.

"Ooh, I hope they aren't another Chloe. They seem rich if they are coming to school by helicopter." Alya said.

"That's Marinette." Nino explained.

"Where?" Adrien looked around for his very good friend.

"The helicopter. It's hers. Well, it belongs to her family. See?" Nino pointed out the Wayne logo to his friends.

"No freaking way." Alya exclaimed, "Marinette's not…" She stopped upon seeing a familiar girl exit the helicopter, arguing with a man in English.

"B, I am not going back out on this. I am staying in Paris and that is final." Marinette yelled.

"Sweetheart, but think of the akumas. They are dangerous." The man tried to appeal to her.

"It's fine and I am not dead yet. Plus I don't want you bubble wrapping me to 'protect' me if I stay in Gotham."

"I am not that bad."

"It's that Bruce Wayne? That's Bruce Wayne." Alya pointed and turned to Nino, "Why is Bruce Wayne here and why does Marinette know him?"

"You don't know?"

"Of course, I don't." Alya feels like there is a story here and Nino is not telling her what it is.

Adrien raised his hands, "Same here."

"How do you not know?" Nino waved towards the pair, "Mari's father is Bruce Wayne."

"What?" Alya and Adrien exclaimed. Brain.exe has stopped working.

"Everybody knew that."

"We didn't. What do you mean my girl's father is one of the richest man on the planet?" Alya demanded as she shook her boyfriend for more answers.

"I know it sounds hard to believe but yeah. Marinette is Bruce Wayne's daughter."

Alya walked away in disbelief and muttering on her phone, trying to see if it was true. She screamed, "Oh my God" when she found Marinette's Wikipedia page.

Adrien is just looking like a lost puppy.

"Dude, you okay?" Nino asked.

"Why didn't Marinette tell me? I thought we were friends."

"Adrien, I think she forgot that you didn't know since all of us already knew and plus I thought you would have known before this. Don't you rich kids hang out in the same circles or something?"

"If my father lets me go out and that is rarely. So no."

"Oh right, your old man. Look, Mme. Mendeleeve is coming. We better get to class. You can ask Marinette why she didn't tell you then."

In the Meantime, Marinette and Bruce had stopped yelling at each other and were angrily doing ASL to communicate hero business.

The helicopter had flew away after dropping off its passengers.

"Mme. Marinette and M. Wayne, it's time for Mademoiselle's class to start so I hope you can continue this fight after school." Mme. Mendeleeve interuppted them.

"Yes, Ma'am/miss"

"And Marinette," Bruce called, "We will negotiate this for a compromise over lunch."

"Fine." Marinette groaned and walked away with the teacher.

Bruce ignored Damocles, who had hurriedly changed out of his Owl Knight costume to greet the billionaire, as he made his way to the expensive-looking car parked in front of the school.

"Oh, wait. Principal Damocles." Bruce said as if he remembered something before opening the door, "Marinette had been complaining about another girl in her class who had been threatening her and apparently framing her for cheating on test and theft. I was also told that she was expelled because of it. Why was I not aware about this?"

Damocles paled and stuttered out a poor excuse.

"I also hear that the Bourgeosis girl is still having her way with everything and picking fights with my daughter."

"About that. Chloe insists on being in the same class as Marinette and the Mayor intervene everytime we try to do something about it."

"I see. I am already considering pulling her out since Hawkmoth is making a big mess of the city. At least back at home, there are protocols in school for attacks but I don't see any in your school policies for akuma attacks."

"Um. We- er are working on it. You see Hawkmoth is a recent thing and um-" Blah. blah. blah. Bruce just hears more excuses.

"Hn." and Bruce gets into his car and drove away.

Damocles made a note to tell Bustier to take Marinette's side for a while.

In the class, Lila was eagerly bristling with excitement. There was a new student in school who arrived by helicopter and it had the Wayne logo. One of the richest children in the world was attending the school. Forget Agreste, this was a bigger fish to fry. She was far away to see who the student was and Mme. Mendeleeve prevented her from getting a closer look but she could recognise them by the red clothes they wore to school. Hopefully, they were in the same class as hers. Lila prayed hard to see a new face as people trickled in. She even got Nathaniel to sit with Ivan so there is an empty seat next to her.

However, she had no luck when Marinette, usually the last one to class, arrived and there was still no new student.

That is until Adrien asked loud enough for everyone to hear, "Marinette, why didn't you tell me that your father is Bruce Wayne?"

Lila nearly crack her neck by turning her head so fast to stare at Marinette who answered, "I thought you already knew." in a confused tone.

Sure enough, Marinette was wearing the same clothes the supposed Wayne child had. Lila has a crisis since one of the best golden ticket to fame and fortune already knew she was a liar.

"Is he really your father?" Alya grabbed Marinette.

"Yes." Marinette looked between Adrien and Alya who both looked betrayed, "Why do you look so confused about it? Everybody knew."

"Everybody. Except us."

Lila picked that moment to chimed in, "Marinette, how could you not tell me that you are a Wayne? I thought that we were friends." Hoping she could salvage something.

Marinette made a face and it was gone as she replied, "It's not like I hid the fact that I am a Wayne. Maybe I wasn't as obvious about my wealth like Chloe and most people assumed that my last name is Dupain-Cheng because she called me that. I kinda forgot you didn't know because everyone already knew. So no hard feelings?"

Alya sighed, "I can't get mad when I know how scattered you get. I mean some things are now obvious now that I think about it and it explains some things."

The rest of the day, Lila tries to act all buddy-buddy with Marinette and Marinette ignores her.

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