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[meduarts]

Secretary!Marinette Part 9 (Idea Dump)

I don't know how many of these I'll do but I'm having so much fun coming up with ideas! Anyways this dump is going to explore Marinette's and Bruce's relationship! Let's start!! Bruce is kinda OOC but... I want a soft Dad-daughter relationship ok. SUE ME.

Bruce is confused most of the time when Mari showed him how much of an overly competent secretary she is.

She somehow knows when he was faking over meetings because he doesn't want to deal with investors and when he doesn't want to go to meetings because of a serious problem.

He's also kinda confused about how a small woman like her hides the strength of a million strong men. He often watches her pick up the largest boxes that probably weigh thrice her weight. She could manhandle him if the situation went awry from rogue, attacks, and lastly, he saw her punch through thick wooden doors before because one of his younger sons was kidnapped for ransom. That was scary, and he had never felt so safe before in his life.

He is also quite confused as to how she could give so much kindness to strangers and expect nothing from it. She often bakes him pastries and made sure that he has enough snacks during his working hour. She often made sure that his outfit is warm enough and he even got a knitted scarf as a gift from her that she knits herself.

He wanted to adopt her after learning about her past. So, he sometimes slips a paper adoption in the files that she was supposed to work on that day and it has become a game for them of some sort.

Bruce is awkward with his feelings and Marinette finds it hilarious. Marinette teaches him a secret handshake and at first, he did it awkwardly, and then it became a habit. Marinette likes to give him huge bear hugs and at first, Bruce did not know what to do. Like the secret handshake, it became a habit.

They both love to troll the Wayne Staff, at first, Bruce tries to stop her from creating chaos, but then he joins in and they made sure to team up to troll pesky business partners, reporters, and even investors alike.

Bruce doesn't know this but it was he who got adopted first by Marinette before he got the chance to adopt her.

The girl treats her like her father that needs help to manage his life. She worries about him when he gets no sleep. She constantly deals with difficult investors or potential business partners to make sure that her dad boss doesn't have to deal with headaches often. She even made sure that those pesky tabloid reporters left him and his family alone.

Like a cub trying to protect her parents, people often pegged her as a ferocious little kitten (because of her small posture) trying to claw away anyone that feels like a threat to her cat dad. Bruce found this amusing.

She knows that Bruce can handle himself but that doesn't mean he has to. If she can do it for him, then she would!

Once, she mistakenly called her dad out of office hours and Bruce had a permanent grin for the rest of the week.

Bruce invited her often for family dinners, which elates Dick because he would make sure to rope her to hang out with him as often as he could, sometimes Marinette would join him in his sitting area quietly gossiping or hearing each other's stories.

She became fast friends with Alfred and would often team up to bully Bruce to take care of himself more. They would inform one another when Bruce is skipping dinners and take turns scolding Bruce.

She ropes Bruce into taking yoga classes and even asked him to garden with her. It became a weekend father-daughter bonding time. Bruce is especially proud of his zucchini and tomato garden. She even helps Bruce with gift shopping for his kids and helps arrange a private family time for him as well. As usual, he would extend the invitation to Mari and sometimes she joins.

When Mari gets very sleepy during winter, he became full-on dad mode. Worrying his daughter secretary every time he noticed how sluggish she became during the cold weather. When Mari unexpectedly hibernates, he panics. ohnomydaughtersuddenlystopsrespondingandbecamereallycoldwhatshouldido???

When Bruce finally realizes that he had been unofficially adopted by Marinette Jason teases him nonstop. When Dick and Marinette start dating, he is elated. When they got engaged he is stoked. When Marinette asked for him to walk her down the aisle, he tears up. When they give him his first grandchild, he cries again.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

What a drag!

Summary: Mari taking out the trash. The trash in question is Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette had never expected a dead body to be so heavy.

She hissed the few curses she knew between pants as she dragged it through back alley after back alley. All she needed to do was carry him to the pier and throw him off it.

There were two major problems with her plan, though:

She was an 11-year-old trying to drag the corpse of a fully grown man around, and the pier was still several blocks away.

Sweat dripped down her nose, catching in the fabric of her polka-dotted mask. The mask was decidedly not making it easier to breathe, but she didn’t have much of an option. Even if her hair had been dyed blue recently, making her easy to identify, that was something she could change if need be. If someone saw her face, though, she would be doomed.

Her shoulders ached as she lugged the trash bag filled to bursting with Gabriel Agreste down another alley. 'Luckily', his weight forced her to shuffle, which kicked away all of the abandoned shards of glass and needles on the ground before they could rip the trash bag and make things a million times harder.

Not that that ended up mattering in the end, though.

Her back hit something hard, but she knew that she shouldn’t have reached a wall yet.

Slowly, as if she thought that she might be able to bore the local cryptid into leaving, she tipped her head back to see who – or what – she had run into.

Her eyes met the white lenses of a bat mask.

He looked unimpressed. Not that this was strange, from what Marinette had heard the man was known for always being unimpressed with anything and everything.

“Taking out the trash?” he said. His voice had been altered by a voice changer, making it artificially deep, and this only made him seem more like he was going to beat her into a bloody pulp.

She glanced down at the trash bag. A few of Gabriel’s fingers had broken through the plastic, sticking out at an awkward angle. There was a very visible imprint of the man’s face pressed against the side.

Yeah, no, there was no way that Batman didn’t know.

For just half a second, she considered swinging the bag around and hitting Batman with it, but she didn’t think she would be able to do it faster than he could move out of the way. Even if she could manage it, it was more likely that the bag, which was already on its last legs, would snap, and Gabriel’s corpse would end up splatting on the ground, right out in the open where everyone could see.

So, she sent her brightest smile, making sure it was wide enough for the skin around her eyes to crinkle at the edges.

“Yep!” She turned to face him, still smiling. She thrust the bag into Batman’s hands. “Mind helping me out a little?”

And, in that moment where the man was shocked by the sheer audacity of her play, his lips parted in slight surprise... she booked it.

Of course, Batman wasn’t one that was easily outsmarted, especially by children, and a grappling hook was quick to loop itself around her waist and drag her right back to the man.

She shrieked as a hand grabbed her by the back of the shirt, twisting around desperately to try and scratch and kick and bite at Batman, but her blows glanced right off of the kevlar of his armor, and she knew it was useless. Tears built in the corners of her eyes. Frustrated, maybe, or just plain scared. She was doing nothing outside of tiring herself out. But she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Because stopping meant losing, and losing meant losing everything.

But she couldn’t do anything, and it became difficult to even keep her head up. The night's ‘shenanigans’ caught up to her all at once, and she was so tired.

She was allowed to fall the last foot to the ground. She just barely stopped herself from face-planting on the asphalt, her arms trembling where they held her up.

“Fuck you,” she hissed. She swallowed back bile. She didn’t know that many swears, but god would she make sure to use all of the ones she did know. “You show up now? Asshole.”

His face remained impassive.

“Asshole,” she repeated, finally willing herself to shift to a more normal sitting position, if only so she would be able to send Batman her harshest glare. “I know you can’t be everywhere, or whatever, it’s fine. I did this because I know you can’t save everyone. But why show your ugly mask now?”

Maybe if she’d waited one more day, then maybe she wouldn’t have had to sneak into the high school division of Gotham Academy for a five-finger discount on some acid. Maybe Gabriel could have been dealt with by the police, and she wouldn’t have to risk everything for her friend.

She would do it all again, in a heartbeat, don’t get her wrong. She’d known the risks when she’d offered Adrien’s dad that cupcake with a particularly unique filling.

But it was hard to come to terms with the fact that it might not have been necessary at all.

Her vision blurred with tears. “Fuck you,” she said, softly, with feeling.

He looked at her for just a few moments more.

And then he sighed, quietly, resignedly. “Go home.”

Her head jerked up to look at him, her eyes wide. “What?”

“Go. Home.” Batman gave her a smile. It was wobbly, as if his mouth muscles were unused to moving, but definitely there. “I will monitor you to make sure this doesn’t become a thing for you, of course… but I’ll deal with this one for you.”

She looked at him for just a moment more, wondering if it was a trick.

But he seemed genuine.

Slowly, shakily, she rose to her feet.

She took a few cautious steps back, almost daring him to take it back, still watching him.

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

What.the.actual.baguettes Bruce?!

This was meant to be a short fic to get the idea out of my head. It grew.... Oops

Masterlist

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The chaos finally rested on the battlefield. World weary, drained from the prolonged battle, the heroes slowly regrouped together to take stock of the end. Red Robin had come with the bat’s this time rather than the scattered remains of young justice, so slowly started to limp towards his siblings. He could see Kon with Kara fussing over Jon who he waved at and nodded to Bart who was near the other Speedsters.

The big three founders were all huddled together supervising the villain of the day with a petite woman who looked exhausted. The battle had been hard and Bruce, no Batman, ended up reluctantly calling in the Justice Leagues ‘last resort’. The last resort was led by the petite woman and her team were a welcome relief tipping the battle into their favour finally. Her team were currently scattered around searching for survivors and any lost stray villain underlings.

The woman picked up her yoyo of a weapon, which she now treated as a phone, and nodded to whatever she was hearing and hang up to throw the yoyo into the air with another battle cry. Ladybirds flew our righting the damage, mending wounds, setting the battlefield to how it was moments before the first weapon fired.

Red Robin blinked in surprise at it all as his leg was surrounded and finally less battle damaged with only the hints of pain where it was previously.

“I hate magic. It’s fricking creepy!”

Red Robin raised his eyebrow at Red Hoods comment, though he didn’t disagree, hobbled closer to him. As the magic wash faded the woman in question’s costume fell away leaving her standing there in what looked like pyjamas looking very out of place next to the giant founders towering above her.

“Yeah, it’s unusually for B to have this, magic or whatever as a last resort. I thought his typically avoided backup plans that didn’t involve him or something based on understandable science.”

Nightwing stated leaning against Red Hood while staring in confusion at their father. Red Hood shoved Nightwing off his shoulder roughly to watch Red Robin. Red Robin instead of joining in the banter was focused, puzzling out, what was happening with the big three. He could feel Hoods concerned gaze on him as he froze in shock when the woman turned to stare at the ex-Robins, her eyes narrowing as she storms up to Batman.

Ignoring Superman and Wonder Woman, she grabbed Batman’s cloak, yanking him down to her height growling at him in a manner very similar to Hood at times.

“You promised that you would keep an eye on him.”

“I am keeping an eye on him.”

“B! That.is.not.what.I.meant.and.YOU.know.it. So, I’ll say again. What.the.actual.baguettes.is he doing here?!”

“He refused to stay out the field.”

The punch that followed echoed around the area as Batman clutched his jaw clicking it. Wonder Woman placed a hand on Superman’s shoulder stopping him from interfering as Batman cautiously let the tiny woman hiss at him.

“You’re the croissant adult!”

“Ladybug...”

“Oh, mille feuille! If CPS wasn’t so bad, I’d have called them on you years ago! Argh!!”

“Ladybug...”

“Why hasn’t it been sorted! You insist on dancing about in lyrca wearing underwear on top of tights and ploughing money into Gotham like it’s going out of fashion, So,” jabbing her finger into his chest forcefully, “why that macaron hasn’t CPS been reformed! And the people using it!”

“...Ladybug...”

She ignored his potential response as she turned and marched straight towards Red Robin, who still had not moved since her de-masking. Signal having made his way towards the collective of ex-Robin looked on worriedly as she muttered about ‘irresponsible, self-indulgence, no impulse control rich kids’.

“Should... Should we be worried that she just punched ‘the Batman’ with no regrets.”

“Nah, I kinda like her. She ain’t putting up with his cack!”

“Hood! B... I...”

As Nightwing flummoxed, the identified Ladybug stood in front of Red Robin and started to fuss over him in a motherlike manner with tunnel vision solely focused on the young adult in front of her.

“M, I’m ok.”

“Shhhh mon chou! I need to check. I’m so sorry I left and didn’t take you with me. I should have pushed harder to stay or keep you.”

If she held super powers, superman laser beams would have been aimed at Batman with the glare she sent him over her shoulder as her blonde partner made his way towards the big three, most likely to try and smooth over the unexpected attack on Batman.

“The person I asked to keep an eye on you is blind and I should have reported him to CPS if they weren’t so awful.”

Tim shook his head in fondness letting her examine him to her ensure his health met her satisfaction, ignoring his siblings' questioning faces from behind her. Once she was done, she fiddled with her small pink bag which he’d not noticed beforehand and pulled out a macaroon and stuffed in his mouth.

Rolling his eyes at her antics, Tim crunched upon the macaroon and wrapped his arms around the woman, resting his head on top of hers just sighing. He took in her familiar vanilla scents and the flavours of almond and pistachio macaroon dancing on his tongue. It was like coming home, though it felt strange to now tower over the short woman, he finally felt he could relax. Everything about her was unconditional. He didn’t need to be Timothy Drake (-Wayne). He didn’t need to be (Red) Robin. He didn’t need to be the perfect heir, the perfect student, the perfect vigilante. She was happy with just him.

“M, he has looked after me. He took me in when my parents died. I’m ok.”

“He did an awful job at it. I should have stolen you when you turned up with your suitcase packed too instead of telling you to go back to your ice queen mother.”

Tim didn’t respond and just held her closer as he melted into her hug. The constant buzz of worry he’d learnt to ignore finally quietening.

‘The cold anger his mother showered around the mansion chilled Tim to his core. His mother was fuming. Miss Marinette according to her was a harlot who was trying to weasel her way into the elite, using the Drakes as if they were nothing.

He didn’t understand it, Miss Marinette regularly met her friends with her cultural greeting, she had explained what a la bise was to him. Her friends were really nice to him, often asking him about his interests and what he was up to at kindergarten.

They tease Miss Marinette and about being mother and son when he snuggles into her when he was starting to feel tired, which seemed to be one of the issue of her behaviour at gala’s that Mother had; allowing the Drake heir to act his age, that Miss Marinette didn’t deny or push that he wasn’t her son. None of it made any sense.

Apparently last night was the final straw according to Mother and that Miss Marinette was too ‘loose’ for her son to be around. That her flirting(?) was inappropriate. That too many of socialites spoke to her with a familiar ease which was a detriment to Drake Industries and that she HAD to go.

Tim understood all the words, but it just didn’t make sense.

Asking Mother why she was upset was a HUGE mistake. Telling her that Miss Marinette acted like his mother (as she did based on his understanding, she collected him from school like the other mums, she cooked him dinner, she read to him and put him to bed like all his friends mothers did) was a definite bad move as Mothers frosty glare froze Tim’s soul. Her cruel response was to tell him he was old enough to not require an Au Pair and the coddling anymore that he would be over seen by the housekeeper Mrs Mac instead before sending him to his room.

Creeping down his wing (which he shared which Miss Marinette, the opposite side of the mansion to his parents) Tim peeked through the door crack of Miss Marinette’s and listened to the one-sided conversation as Miss Marinette argued with someone on the phone while chaotically throwing items into her bag with a frustrated energy.

“This is your fault!!”

“Because it is!!”

“Ignore me! Like you’ve done so for years!”

“Yes!!! I’ve lived here that long and manged to slip you’re notice and now you owe me this big time.”

“I didn’t need you to know.”

“That was the past!”

“Misma, haven’t you noticed the change?”

“Yeah - not all your doing you lycra clad baguette!!”

“... it’s gonna get worse now too...”

“I can’t!”

“Why?! You’re asking me why?! Oh, mille feuille! Because I’m being fired because of you and your interfering nosy face!”

“I can’t B. Not unless I want to be blocked and banned.”

“They have influence too. And given I worked for them and the field they work in, I’m pretty sure that they have that upper hand. Given my task, I just - I can’t risk it.”

“... I’m not going to misuse them, especially after everything. What’s happened happened. It’s set in stone, this has to happen now and it's all your fault!”

“Can you promise me, please. I wouldn’t asked unless I had to. As one last favour for old time sakes.”

“I love him. Please. Keep an eye on him, please. I need to know he’s safe.”

“He’s my son in all the ways that matter. Please Bruce.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask for.”

Tim watched as she ended the call and throw the phone on the bed and put her face in her hands. The soft sobs that echoed around the room sent his stomach twisting. She cared for him. She wanted him safe. She was making sure that someone, even at a distance, was going to look out for him. Even if she didn’t work for his parents. None of his memories of love were fake. She truly cared. Insisting a Bruce looked out for him.

Based on the previous night, Bruce was likely to be Bruce Wayne who had slipped into his parent’s conversation. They had insisted Tim played Timothy Drake to meet some of the investors of D.I, so Miss Marinette stood in the background waiting and ready to take him away once he had performed his purpose. When they were distracted, Bruce had whisked Miss Marinette onto the dance floor.

He knew his mother was angry that Miss Marinette had left her station so that Mother had had to deal with Tim for that one dance, but it really wasn’t Miss Marinette’s fault, she could hardly refuse the gala’s host a dance. Tim understood his mother upset that Miss Marinette’s outfit had stolen some of the gossip attention to begin with. She was fuming that there were more whispers about Mr Wayne dancing with the help. The comments on how Tim’s dark hair and blue eyes matched the dancing pairs seemed to have her narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

Almost as quickly as the tears came, Miss Marinette’s stopped, as she took a huge sigh and forlornly looking around the room and restarted to pack again. Biting his lip, Tim’s body felt wrong, a whole set of unease settled in him so slipped away to his room to muse.

In his room, Tim sat on his bed wrapping the blanket Miss Marinette had made him and stared into space. All the warmth and stuff he cared about within the room came from Miss Marinette. The bestest, softest blanket. The stars positioned in real constellations on his ceiling. The books that he was actually interested in and not what his parents thought he should be interested in. Actual toys, to play and use. Everything that made it feel like a home rather than a museum the rest of the house felt like.

Tim’s mother may think that he was too old to have an Au Pair, but he didn’t feel like that. He liked having someone to talk to who listened to him about his day. Who encouraged his interests (and knew what they were). He didn’t want to live in an empty museum by himself. Father had said she had until this evening to leave, which meant if Tim moved now, he’d be able to pack a suitcase too with all his key possessions and join Miss Marinette. Mother and Father shouldn’t mind since they were never around. It’d also make Mrs Mac’s life easier too.

With his decision made, Tim smiled to himself as he got to work.’

“I wanted to go with you. You were more a mother to me than she was.”

“Hmmmf! Should have got Fe to look into rules about me adopting you instead. Then I wouldn’t have to have asked an idiot to do instead.”

Tim glanced over her head to see Felix and Batman approach the group. Batman waved the other hero families away indicating he had it handled, wanting them to focus on the villains they’d just taken down. His siblings on the other hand were curiously watching the events pan out. He was sure if they could get popcorn they would have by now and watch like the rubberneckers they were.

“It was nice that the person leaving me didn’t want to go for once.”

“Oh mon Chou!” Marinette pulled back and looked at him, “They hurt you didn’t they. *He’s* hurt you too, all of them. I’m sorry I left you sweetheart. I’m not going to leave you this time.”

She pulled him further into her arms if it was possible, the pair sharing the pain of leaving but slowly healing.

‘His bags were all packed just like how his parents usually had them. Tim, with care, took them down the stairs to the grand entrance and placed them next to Miss Marinette’s surreptitiously. His parents would never notice the small cases with the rest of Miss Marinettes belongings.

With Marinette coming down the stairs with her last bag, Tim ran and launched himself into her arms holding her close. Her hugs always felt like home. Her floral perfume never managed to hide the smells of freshly baked treats. The thought of having them and being with her permanently sent a small thrill down him.

“I’ll miss you mon Chou. I promise that I’ve asked someone to keep an eye on you and I will come back as soon as I possibly can. I don’t want to leave you. Never my bebe.”

“Timothy! This behaviour is unacceptable. Come stand with me and your father and unhand that woman.”

His mother spat out with such hostility that Tim flinched at her words, clinging tightly to the one person he knew solidly cared for him.

“Oh darling, mon tresor, you need to let go. I love you darling, but I can’t take you. I don’t want to leave you bebe, but I have to. Please, mon Chou, you have to go back to your parents.”

Tim shook his head into Miss Marinette’s shoulder, tears silently streaming down his face as he felt her breathe hitch and body shake as she tried to supress her own threatening tears.

“Timothy!”

He felt the claw like hands reach his shoulder and wrench him away from Miss Marinette. His mother towering over the pair in full icy glory. Her nails dug into his skin she tore him further apart to stand near his father. Miss Marinette carefully and ‘apparently’ calmly stood with dignity and gazed at his parents, her eyes softening when she met Tim’s own watery blue eyes.

“Thank you for allowing me to work for you both. Timothy is a wonderful child, and I will miss him. Goodbye!”

His parents held a firm grip on Tim as he sobbed watching his maman pack her bags into a waiting taxi and drive away.’

“Marinette, my Duchess, you’re not adopting strays. This one has a home already.”

“But Feeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Shifting her hands up to his head, Marinette pulled Tim down and kissed his forehead in her motherly fashion before letting go to look at Felix with a pout. Tim held a tender grin upon his face at her behaviour reminiscent of how he remembered her being. His regular tension easing into a relaxed stance more akin to what he was like all those years ago.

“Sup Replacement. Gonna explain what’s happening?”

The laser sharp look Red Hood got from his comment from the woman in question had him gulping as her aura screamed protective mama bear. Having met many of those in crime alley, he took a step back as could predict what a powered up one could do. Nightwing moved subtly, along with Robin to support Hood in case things went sour.

“Oh right, well, ummm, guy’s I’d like you to meet Miss Marinette or M, my Au Pair before my parents fired her due to B interacting with ‘the help’. She stole the show upsetting them.”

“...”

Tim sighed at his siblings' blank faces as they tried to understand what he was saying. Was it really that hard to read between the lines? They had all experienced Gotham’s elite and socialites' shark-like behaviour. Just because Bruce was not like that doesn’t mean they hadn’t seen the cut throat nature that occurred.

“My Mother didn’t like to be upstaged. M could do that with ease, grace and have the elite and business partners eating out her hand without even realising it. Mother hated that she worked hard to get that kinda respect and well, M is just M. That gala was her final straw.”

“Lies, mon Chou. I worked for it. I just was in Gotham while she globe-trotted making it easier to make those connection.”

Before Tim could reply and sing M’s praises further and probably fall into a disagreement of each of them singing other’s strengths. Felix placed a calming hand on Marinette’s shoulder as Batman who was brooding in the background deflated for some reason.

“Nice to meet you again Timothy. I must say you’ve grown into a formidable man. Wayne Enterprise got incredibly luck with you at the helm.”

“Fe, shhh, I’m stealing him. I need Max so I can ferry him away and go … chat... with Alfred and Bruce.”

Felix raised his eyebrow at her comment while Batman gulped in a very unlike Bruce or Batman like manner.

“Really now. And how are you planning to steal a very prominent and public figure?”

“Same way I did Adri, with love and affection while obliterating the opposition by tearing them a new one!”

“Ahh yes, fighting words again. Should I be worried by the Bat’s heart eyes on you again.”

“No love, he’s a flirt and doesn’t know what’s good for him until he’s lost it. So, *I’m gonna make him understand*”

“... La... *cough* Marinette...”

Bruce (as despite being dressed as Batman, was very much in a Bruce headspace) look flustered and worried. Tim took pity on Bruce remembering the strange lingering gaze he gave him and Marinette at the gala, remembering the strange fondness for ladybirds in the garden and his current Bruce-man state.

“You don’t have to do that M. I... I know my value, my place.”

Felix looked at Tim sharply now and his siblings with Bruce making a choking noise with a critical eye before nodding to himself. Nightwing shared a concerned look with Signal and Blackbat at Bruce-man's behaviour, hoping they had a clue as to what was happening. Felix pressed a gentle kiss into Marinettes hair with a frown aimed at Bruce.

“I’ll be back with Max my love.”

“Not to be a downer or anything but could someone tell me what is happening?”

“Spoiler, umm, this is M my ex au pair. B got her in trouble, so my parents fired her. I tried to go with her, had a suitcase packed and everything. When my parents said to say goodbye, I did it to them and ran to M asking if she needed help getting our suitcases to the car... my parents didn’t take it too well...”

“Your parents are not parents mon Chou. They’re DNA doners and I’m doing right from my mistake back then.”

“Mistake?”

“M want’s to take me with her properly this time. And doesn’t have my Mother to grab and pulling me away.”

“Tim, sweetheart, why didn’t you say any of this when you first came to the manor?”

“Because you knew B. I knew M asked you to keep an eye on me, so it wasn’t hidden. I never needed to sneak out to take pictures or be Robin, my parents weren’t there. You must have known this, you promised her on the phone you’d be there.”

Bruce let out further pained noise as Marinette lips tightened at his unsettled expression.

“You didn’t know about the child abuse. Despite the fact I tipped you off. YOu, YOu, Croissant!!!! Abandonment and neglect!! Come on now Bruce!!”

“I check if he was ok at every gala he went too and took him in after his mother died and his father was in a coma, Mare... And I tried to put him off being Robin. I knew you’d not like that, but Alfred kept encouraging it.”

Marinette growled a deep angry sound as two portals appeared next to her. She grabbed Tim, pulling him into another quick hug, and she shoved him to one of the portals into the arms of a red headed woman with a man with headphones and another blonde male. Before the portal closed another Asian looking woman stepped out. Everyone bar Marinette and Bruce tensed.

“Felix suggested I came with you before you blow a gasket Mari-hime.”

“Ta, Kagami.”

Marinettes hands shook as she breathed heavily though her nose trying to centre herself as Tim’s portal closed leaving a concerned bat family, a calm cold woman and a hot head woman trying to calm down from being on a warpath.

“Alya, Nino and Sunshine are looking after the boy. Plagg wanted to join you with Tikki but Felix is banning him. Something about you being trouble as a cat and likely to cause too much destruction.”

“Hmmm, probably right. Did you grab any more macaroons Gami?”

Kagami passed Marinette a box which she slipped into her purse before rounding her attention to the remaining bat family who were in a defensive stance waiting on Batman’s commands, though the glances sent they sent to Nightwing suggested that most seemed to think that Bruce was compromised.

“You’re a complete unproven loaf Bruce! Child soldiers really?! After everything I told you and Alfred! You should be ashamed.”

“Marinette! They chose this life, I tried to stop them and when it failed, I trained them so at least I could keep an eye on them like you asked me too. I’m tried! I promise.”

“Your promises mean nothing at the moment. I filled my side of our agreement! I’ve stopped Gotham sinking further from afar since you caused me to leave. I helped stop the end of the world (again) and kept the balance and you can’t even look after a small collection of children.”

“Haaaa, small collection, he has an adoption problem lady!”

“So does Mare, she has a habit of adopting emotionally stunted rich kids as siblings to mother...” Kagami tilted her head at the Batman, “except this one it seems.”

“I do not!”

“Agreste, Graham de Vanily, Culpa, Bourgeois, Couffaine-Stone, Kante, Myself... now Drake.”

Spoiler looked at Hood raising her eyebrows in growing concern as to what was happening. By now it was just them left in a fully non damaged park, with the Supers taken the remaining villains back to the Watchtower with the Wonders escorting them and Speedster, Arrows and Green Lanterns taken off elsewhere now. They were trained experts as a family, and the ‘last resort’ had just stolen one of their own, but they had no support in it went wrong, and despite these two looking non-threatening, they had seen how dangerous they could be just earlier.

“Luka’s not stunted!”

“He communicates with music and not words.”

“... fine! I don’t agree but that’s not the point! This, this baguette is dense! Bruce! Round your family into the portal, we’re going back to your emo den. We’re due a conversation, and this one needs to be done with Alfred, about being the ADULTS and about PARENTING! Just cos mob bosses and villains wearing fancy dress seem to be your focus doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t pay attention to the experiences of the average Gothamite. Sheesh! With how many baby soldiers you’ve created I sure you could have had one specialising in child endangerment!”

“I like her!”

Bruce grunted at Hood’s comment, knowing his son was smirking underneath his helmet, but signalled to his family to walk through the portal back to the Batcave, dreading the impending dress down he was about to receive. Bruce could see Spoilers eyes dancing with humour since the cat comment had been dropped and Robin eyeing him suspiciously with eyes darting between him, Marinette and the siblings that seemed to reflect similarities to the older pair. Hopefully the dressing down will distract them from the ribbing and challenge they may pose.

“And speaking of balance.”

“We’ve not spoken of balance Marinette.”

“Shh, I’m talking Bruce, I know you try and actually do a lot of good, but you do realise that being morally grey sometimes would help solve some of the misma issues you know.”

Jason’s head turned back to look out of the portal at Bruce and Marinette with focused interest as Bruce was ushered through by Marinette with Kagami leading the rear.

“Marinette... please...”

“Just saying, maybe a few... mmm... extreme fancy dress monsters removed would help balance the city out a little more. Less loss of those considered good to balance the bad?”

Kagami laughed at Bruce’s distressed expression, knowing that Marinette was deliberately prodding him as her mother henning feelings hadn’t really subsided with all the young vigilantes around. Her strong opinion of parenting never really fades after all the mess Gabriel and Fu caused. He maybe the Bat, their past meant nothing to her if he went against her own morale code, Kagami predicted all hell was about to be let loose. As the portal closed, whispers of a shout could faintly be heard.

“Can she adopt me too!”

[soulmate-game]

Work burned me out, middle management positions are draining. What was supposed to be an angsty oneshot is now… yeah I’m continuing it. Not a full series, just a two-parter… hopefully.

Edit: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER IS, but BUCKLE IN BECAUSE IT PROBABLY DOESN’T PASS SAFETY REGULATIONS! HOOOOO BOY

Part 1

—*—*—*—*—*

“…” she stared at the being in front of her, face frighteningly blank. Next to her, Bruce fidgeted.

“I’m not going anywhere, so you either gotta learn to love me real quick or get lost quicker,” the child snarked from where he was sitting upside-down on the bat computer chair. “And don’t call me Richard, my name’s Dick.”

“I don’t remember you working with a fetus, Batman,” Marinette slowly drawled, emphasizing the vigilante’s name despite none of the three of them being suited up. Dick shot up with a cry of indignation.

“I am not a fetus! I’m fifteen! I’ve been Robin since I was twelve!”

“Nope,” Marinette countered, unmoved. “I started out as Ladybug when I was twelve, and I was never as small as you,” she blatantly lied. Dick was already taller than her, which wasn’t much of an achievement considering that she was five-foot-one-inch tall. “You are six years old, tops.”

Dick let out an almost inhuman screech of complaint. Even as he rambled on angrily about how wrong she was, Marinette only nodded as if he proved her right about something.

“That was a good squawk though. Definitely a birdie.”

It took another twenty minutes before Dick ran off to tell on Marinette to Alfred, giving her and Bruce some alone time. With which she used to whirl to him and immediately hiss in equal parts fury and worry;

“Please tell me he wasn’t—“

“The timeline is gone,” Bruce reminded her, bracing her by putting both his hands on her shoulders. “He doesn’t remember.”

“Still!”

He let out such a heavy sigh that he seemed to deflate with it, his dark circles growing more pronounced.

“He wasn’t supposed to be,” he admitted softly. “When he turned sixteen, last time, I allowed him to form his own team of teen heroes. Supervised from afar by myself of course, not that they knew that. I had given them the order to stay back and guard their city, but they disobeyed me and snuck onto the battlefield anyway.”

Marinette rubbed at her temples, nodding. “Teenagers have a habit of doing that. This time around, can we ask Bunnyx to supervise them? She has all the energy of a teenager, so she’ll fit in, but the maturity of someone trusted to guard all the timelines.”

Bruce paused, thinking of what little he knew of the pastel rabbit themed hero, and then reluctantly nodded. “That… might be for the best. And giving them more opportunities to train with…” he hummed, hand on his chin. “I might actually change things up, in that case. Instead of jumping to put teens on their own in a tower, the old Justice League headquarters is more protected. And if we started with the ‘sidekicks’,” he gave very purposeful air quotes, “of other Leaguers, it would create a better support system than letting teenagers run around with… really, not enough regulation.”

“Gotta love hindsight,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “The whole teenagers by themselves thing only worked for my team because we were overly traumatized and each saw different apocalypses before we turned sixteen. Bunnyx could fix them herself back then, but still.”

“Best to do better by the new generation,” Bruce agreed with her unspoken statement. “I can still put that old team together again when they’re older, support their development elsewhere in the meantime.”

“Oh, and now that we’re done on that topic,” Marinette snapped her fingers before pointing to the staircase that Dick had disappeared up. “He’s going to make my life a living hell, isn’t he?”

Bruce groaned, offering her a lopsided grimace of apology. “He’s a menace,” he agreed. “He’s scared away any woman I’ve brought to the house, even though most of them are completely platonic. I have to make the press believe the whole playboy thing somehow, and inviting my friends over to chat is the easiest way to do so without breaking hearts for real. Dick hasn’t caught on yet,” Bruce rubbed his forehead. “His antics to scare away Selina Kyle are legendary already, and she’s sapphic. She couldn’t be attracted to me if I was the last man on earth.”

“Could have fooled me,” Marinette teased, suddenly impish. “She’s catwoman, isn’t she?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, saying only: “Chat Noir. Year one.”

It was Marinette’s turn to grimace. “Point taken. But in my defense, he took way too long to realize he’s gay and watched too much anime at the time.”

Bruce let out one of his unfairly charming chuckles, changing position so that his arm was around her shoulders and pulling her to his side. She fit there surprisingly well, for someone almost half his size. She leaned into him, and the both just soaked in the comfort of one another for a long moment.

“You know,” Bruce started for a while. “If you want to stay in Gotham, we can make you another alter ego so that you don’t accidentally lure Shadow Moth here. Tell that fox of yours to make it seem like you’re in Paris and take some of the weight off of your shoulders for a change. Blackmail Constantine into charming some jars to keep the butterflies in until you can purify them.”

“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes. “Ladybird sounds nice. Fits with the bird thing that Robin has going for him.”

Bruce laughed. “That’ll really annoy him,” he warned, amused. Marinette’s close-eyed smile was pure mischief.

“That’s the whole point. I’m not letting a fetus win against me, bat-boy.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette wasn’t speaking to Bunnyx. Bruce didn’t know what they had said to one another, but he could guess it had to do with Jason.

With his baby, who he just buried. The boy Marinette had thought of a son ever since he first brought him home. She had even smoothed things over between Dick and Jason, which he had considered nothing short of a miracle at the time.

But that miracle was nowhere to be seen now, with Marinette every bit as despondent next to him as he was. He wanted to be angry with her, he did, but he couldn’t. He had seen her blow up at Bunnyx, seen her try to hold her status as Grand Guardian over the bunny holder.

Bunnyx had simply said that she wouldn’t answer to Ladybug until after the grief passed then, and ran away into her burrow.

“Is this the payment?” He heard her whisper, her voice hoarse and broken. “For the do-over? We passed the old timeline. We took down Shadow Moth. Is this the price?” Tears dripped down her face silently, she didn’t seem to notice them. “Was I not a good enough mother? Should I—“ she stopped herself, shaking her head. He didn’t ask what she was about to say. Maybe he should have.

—*—*—*—*—*

Tim was great. He was too much like Marinette at times, which made Bruce’s chest ache, but he was a great Robin. A great son. His experience with Marinette proved priceless when it came to helping curb Tim’s overworking habits and caffeine addiction.

But not even Tim could find where Marinette had disappeared to, even with his detective skills surpassing Bruce’s already.

Tim was the first son of his that didn’t get to grow up with Marinette at all.

—*—*—*—*—*

“It’s fine, Baobei,” she whispered, stepping to the side. Behind her was the waterfall that hid the tunnel to the Batcave. “He’s not the one to blame. He did his best, even now he’s doing his best.”

“Then why does—“

“Because other people need him, and he has too big of a heart to turn them away,” her mouth tilted a little, smile lopsided and sad. “Timothy didn’t replace you. He just forced Bruce to live again. Bruce didn’t kill Joker, because he didn’t want to taint another child with the sight of murder.”

“And you?” The voice was dark, deadly, gruff. Older, and yet… so achingly familiar. She smiled at him again, soft and sad and… proud.

“I don’t have one,” she lied. She had tried, tried so hard. Bruce had gotten in her way first, and then the very same desire to not taint more children with the image of death.

But her baby needed a scapegoat, and she was willing to throw herself on the fire for him.

“That’s why it’s fine,” she repeated. “If this is what you want. Just, please. Let it end with me.”

This time, Marinette made sure she had the Time miraculous safely in her pocket. Nobody would interfere with this.

The bullet sent her into the flow of the waterfall, red flowing behind her like the carpet she used to walk down with Bruce whenever she released a new collection. She felt no regret as she closed her eyes and fell.

—*—*—*—*—*

The shot hadn’t been fatal. Red Hood might have been mad with Pit Rage, but his fondness for his only true mother figure was ever present. He simply wanted to see if she was serious about taking that shot.

His regret was immediate when she didn’t even try to dodge. The bullet had only grazed her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice that. She had been so ready to die— to let him kill her— that she had passed out before hitting the water. He dragged her to the Batcave, knowing he had a lot to answer for.

Bruce wished he could have found her sooner, found both of them sooner. But at least they were back.

—*—*—*—*—*

“… I mean,” she rocked on her heels. “You are growing a bit old for Robin…”

Tim glared at her, not appreciating the insight.

“Bruce is stuck in the timestream, and you aren’t doing a thing about it. I don’t hold your opinion very highly right now,” he snipped back. She snorted, glancing away.

As if that little stunt to “kill Batman” could ever fool her. She’d been there for the real thing, thanks, she could spot a fake a mile away. “He’s got Bunnyx going to find him. She owes me big time, let her do the heavy lifting for a change.”

“How many years have you held that grudge?” Barbara asked, eyebrows raised as she wheeled herself towards the bat computer. “Even Jason thinks you should have let it go by now.”

Marinette scoffed at the exact same time as a certain someone tutted next to her, making them look for a moment like a perfect pair.

Crossed arms, a scoff, annoyed glare? If a DNA test hadn’t already proven otherwise, they might have thought Damian was hers.

“Fetuses don’t get to judge me,” was her only argument before she turned on her heel and walked away.

“I am not a fetus! Lady Marinette, I am ten years old!”

—*—*—*—*—*

Bonus:

Jason was curled up around Marinette, despite being told numerous times not to crowd her on the med-bay bed. He argued that he shot her, so he gets to nurse her back to health.

Did she use her blood, tainted by years of use of the Ladybug, to purify his pit madness? Yes. Had he figured that out yet? Nope.

“Love you, Mom,” he murmured in his sleep. Marinette, who had been awake for about an hour already, smiled to herself.

“Love you, Baobei.”

[marauderundercover]

pieces fall right into place

Background here

“Mama! Monster!” Marinette immediately leaps off of the couch and rushes to her daughter’s room, heart pounding in her chest. Bursting into the dark room, Marinette immediately flips the overhead light on, scanning the room for any intruders. 

“Where’d the monster go, baby?” Marinette asks softly, scooping her daughter into her arms. Eléonore sniffles before pointing towards the closet. Now most people, when asking a two-year old about the monster they saw, would reassure the toddler that there was no monster. And that the closet was empty. But Marinette wasn’t stupid. She’d been friends with John Constantine for years, after all. Instead of going towards the closet, Marinette slowly backs out of the room. There was the chance, obviously, that there wasn’t actually a monster. That her daughter had merely had a bad dream because of all of the boxes that were stacked in her room. But Marinette wasn’t stupid. And she wasn’t going to take any chances. The second she’s out of the room, she rushes to the closet that John had warded for her when she first moved in almost five years ago. Ella cuddles closer as Marinette steps into the closet, crouching to avoid hitting her head on the shelves. Sitting with her back pressed against the back of the closet, Marinette takes a second to take in a shaky breath before pulling out her phone. 

“‘Ello.” The familiar voice says, and Marinette’s relieved that he actually sounds calm for once. There’d been several times in the past where she’d called and literally heard the wails of the damned in the background. 

“Eléonore saw a monster in her room.” Marinette says, skipping straight to the point. 

“What did it look like?” John asks, and Marinette scoffs. 

“I didn’t stick around to look, John. I was a little busy making sure our daughter was safe.” She points out. 

“Right. Can you ask Ella what color it was? She’s pretty good at colors.” John says. Marinette gently pushes the baby hairs out of her daughter’s face. 

“Hey bébé, dad has a question about the monster.” Marinette says softly. Ella immediately sits up, a huge grin spread across her face. Marinette smiles, despite the situation, and presses the speaker button. 

“Hi daddy!” Ella says. 

“Hello love, mama says you saw a monster.” John says, his voice immediately far softer than it had been when he was talking to Marinette. Ella nods. 

“Scary monster.” She affirms. 

“I know, sweetheart. Can you tell me what color it was? I’m on my way to help.” He says, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump in relief. When it came to magic or supernatural problems that came about, she was glad that she’d always been able to call John. Their friendship (and yes, despite their daughter it would only ever be platonic between them) had been one of her first outside of the original Miraculous team. Ever since stepping out of Paris and into the world as a whole, she’d had John to rely on. Even if he could be a complete ass at times. Marinette vaguely listens to Ella and John, only really focusing when John calls her name. Glancing down at their daughter, she realizes that she’d fallen asleep.

“Sorry, what?” Marinette asks. John huffs. 

“I’ve gotta get off the line, but I’m almost at your apartment. Call your fiance, would ya? No need to have him panic if Oracle spots me in the area. And tell him to stay clear til I’ve checked out the area.” He says. Marinette agrees and hangs up before quickly dialing Bruce. 

“Hello darling. Everything alright? I thought you said you were going to bed early tonight.” Bruce says, the worry obvious in his voice. 

“Ella saw a monster in her room. John’s on his way to check it out for us.” Marinette says with a sigh. 

“What? Are you both okay? Do I need to come over? I can be there in less than five minutes.” He rambles. 

“We’re fine. We’re in a safe place, mon amour, I promise. John said not to come over until he’s checked it out.” She says. Bruce grumbles lowly, and Marinette suppresses a snort. Bruce and John were definitely…reluctant to interact as much as they did. John was more okay with it, simply because of the fact that he knew it annoyed Bruce. But for Marinette, it was important to her that the three of them worked together and got along, for Eléonore. Even though they’d been working at it for two years, it was still hard at times. But they made it work. 

“Perhaps you should come stay here tonight.” Bruce offered, and Marinette couldn’t help but smile. 

“Trying to get us to move in quicker?” She teases. 

“I just- I worry about you. Both of you.” He says, his voice serious. 

“I know, love. I just- the wards on the closet-” She starts, but Bruce cuts her off. 

“About that-” He starts. “I actually asked Constantine to add some wards to the Manor.” He says. Marinette blinks in shock. Bruce, who was notorious for not accepting help, had reached out to someone he wasn’t a huge fan of. 

“What?” Marinette asks, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“He told me once that he has more enemies than I do. Enemies that aren’t deterred by the security I already have on the Manor. I thought…I needed to make sure that you and Ella would be safe. Constantine agreed, obviously.” He explains. Marinette feels warmth flood her chest. 

“I love you.” She says, grinning softly, and she’s almost able to tune out the sounds of the fight outside of the small closet. Obviously life wasn’t going to be easy. She’d known that from the moment she saw the two lines on the test. But she knew it would all work out in the end. 

Tag list: @maribat-calendar-events

[abyssal-ali]

Ranking of maribat ships (again, only my opinion/preference, no hate)

All can be either romantic or platonic but I usually prefer romantic (with side platonics, optional)

Jasonette

Daminette

Jasonette with sibling Daminette/ Daminette with sibling Jasonette or Timinette

Timari/Timinette

Brucinette

Dickinette

Alfred x Marinette (I've never read an Alfred x Mari fanfic but I wrote a drabble once.) [I think the ship name should be NetteWorth]

[blackroserelina]

The Lost One

Marinette is Bruce's bio child that was kidnap when she was three.

Her mom died in childbirth.

Batman was able to find her kidnapper but he was died and Mari was no where to be found. Half way across the world Mari is found by a baker couple while she was wondering around Pairs looking for daddy.

The Parisienne police force were not able to find out who her parents were caz she didn't know her dad's name and they never thought of looking at the missing person reports outside of France and Bruce lost all trace of her after she was took out of the state, but he never stopped looking hoping someday he would find her again.

The only thing Mari has form her farther is a one of a kind locket that has "My most beloved daughter M.W. daddy loves you always." carved inside of it.

The rest of the bats never knew much about her caz Bruce would never talk about her or use her name and she was took before he took anyone in. they only knew what Alfred would tell them about her and he would only refer to her as “the young Miss” and they never saw a pic of her. The only pic of her that Bruce hasn’t hidden away is the one he cares on his person.

So the rest of family end up meeting her before Bruce and they all adopt her as their sister before they even find out that she is their lost sister.

They end up meeting her when she is on a class trip to Gotham with her class. She meets Tim first at a coffee shop after she finds out the hotels coffee pot is broken and her class left her behind at the hotel and they end up ordering the exact same coffee.

They end up talking while waiting on there coffee and Tim finds out how her class has left her behind and how she in a hurry to get to them put she really need a cup of coffee so stopped here since it is on the was to were she is going. When he finds out she is from the class that he and Dick is suppose to be giving a tour of Wayne Enterprise he offers to escort his knew coffee sibling there

The next the batboys she meets is Dick who is worried caz this teacher left a student her in Gotham and is not even worried about her. Not only that he can also hear everything her class is calling her and the teacher is doing nothing to stop the obvious bullying that is happening to this student even if said student is not here. So he decides to call Tim and hope he is still in the area of their hotel and can swing by to hopefully see if she is still there. When Tim picks up and Dick tells him what going on he ends up telling him he already found her and how he found her and tells him that they’re on their way and they be there soon before hanging up. Dick was relived that the girl was alright and on her way with his brother.

When Dick first saw her when she walked in to the room the first think he noticed was how here smile lit up the whole room, but as soon as she saw her class her smile was gone as she shrunk into her try to make herself smaller as she shuffled slightly behind Tim like she was trying to hide. The two brother exchanged glances at that and they both agreed something was wrong with this class and they were going to find out what and if they just happen to adopt Mari as their new sister by the end of the tour no one need to know.

The next she meets is Jason as Red Hood after her class left her behind again but this time at the restaurant they went to for dinner. It was already getting dark and she was lost caz her phone die during dinner and end up cornered in an allay by two men and after she took them down she felt someone touch her shoulder and out of instinct she graded the offending hand and flipped the person over her shoulder. Once she realized who it was she was horrified with what she did and keep apologizing for what she did. Hood literally had to cover her mouth just so he could get a word in to tell her its fine and to find out why she was out so late. An when he found out what happen he was not happy and takes her to her hotel if he just happen to adopt her to after he told the family what happen and then heard Dick’s and Tim’s account of what happen with the class earlier that day no one needed to know. And if Bruce’s heart shatter when he heard that name again no one need to know caz he knew it couldn’t be her and if he told Damian watch out for the girl the next day when the class is visiting his school without saying her name and left without letting anyone say anything else no one need to know why.

The next she meet is Damian when the class is visiting Gotham Academy to see how American schools are like and each of the French students end up paired with a student of the Academy to fallow around for the day and if Marinette just so happens to end up paired with Damian no one needs to know why. Thought out the day she somehow is able to slide into his cold heart and becomes someone he believes is acceptable person he is willing to let in and protect no one needs to know.

During the second half of the Wayne Enterprise tour after the class has visited Gotham Academy, Dick and Tim leads the class into a room caz Bruce was wanting to talk to them about the dangers of Gotham and how no one should be left on their and about the other stuff he has heard about the class. But someone trips Marinette on her way in the room and she ends up falling on the floor but during her fall her necklaces falls off and ends up bouncing up to Bruce's feet and opening up. Bruce seeing this but was not able to see who tripped her or get a get a good look at the girl who was tripped before she fell goes to pick up the necklaces but when he gets a good look at it he freezes because there is only one necklaces like this in the world and he could only hope that she was who he hoped beyond hope she was. So with an almost unnoticed trembling hands he picked up the necklaces and walkover to the girl who was now sitting on the floor while her face was still facing away form him. When he final reached her he can tell she is starting to panic when she realizes that her necklaces around her neck anymore. So he deices to call out a soft miss to her and when she turned around and he finally got a good look at her face it took every bit of self-control he had not to break down right there. Because he new that face even if it was older and he hasn't seen it in person in many years he would never forget it. There right in front of him was his little girl.

When she first hears his voice she could help but think she knows that voice but she doesn't quite remember where she has heard it from. So she turns around with an confused expression and sees a pair of black slacks that she follows up to a suit jacket and then when she finally reached he man's face the first thing she noticed was his eyes; she knew those eyes. They're the same eyes she sees every morning in the mirror staring back at her. Those eyes still haunt her dreams. Those are the eyes she only remember seeing in one other person and she never thought to see again. Those are the eyes of her farther and that meant that this was her dad. The man that she remembered was always their for her and always tried to show he loved her even though he didn't show it like most people did. She could feel tiers start to form in her eyes as she looked at him as she whispered an all most inaudible “daddy.” But she could tell he hear her when she saw his mask cracked and eyes started to over joy and gain a slight shin to them.

Bruce barley caught what she said but when he registered what she called him he could not stop the absolute ecstasy that over came him. She remembered him she was so young when she was took but she still remembered him. but when he saw tires starting to form in her eye he could not and would not hold back damn the people around them this is his little girl and she needed him. So he got down on one knee and put her into his firm embraced while still keeping a firm hold on the necklaces in his hand and let her cry in his arms for the first time in what felt like forever while he tried to keep himself from breaking down. He could tell that his sons Dick and Tim were confused as they tried to clearing everyone out the room they were in, but he didn't pay them any mind his whole focused was on his little girl in his arms as he tried reassure himself this is not a dream and she is real.

[moonlitceleste]

Maribat Meme Art

Soo I spent the last two weeks turning these maribat memes into art (thanks  @bunathebunny for starting the thread).

I have plans to make more, so keep your eyes peeled for a part 2!

[meduarts]

Secretary!Marinette AU Masterlist

Well, lots of people like this au, and I have made many contents for this au alone and I think it's enough to make a master list! So here we go.

Fanfiction:

Managing Life [1][2][3][4]

Fanart:

Marinette & Batfam Doodle Dump

Marinette & Damian Doodle Dump

Marinette & Dick Doodle Dump

Marinette & Dick art

Marinette & Bruce Doodle Dump

'Get Help' Comic

Prompts:

How It Started

Expanding The Idea

Secretary! Marinette AU Part 2

Secretary! Marinette AU Part 3

Secretary! Marinette AU Part 4

Secretary! Marinette AU Part 8

Secretary! Marinette AU Part 9

Scenarios:

Bruce and Mari

Mari and Joker

[phis-corner]

I recently read your platonic brucinette post, it was amazing, i couldn't stop laughing. What if she invites herself over to the Manor or something and the boys have no idea who she is (cause I feel like he wouldn't mention her cause she would probably ruin his reputation even more since his kids would probably spread the stories to their own friends) but I feel like maybe Tim already know her since he was in Paris looking for Bruce (when he got "killed" by Darkseid), he would probably see her as a mom or fun aunt that he could vent to

Ask and you shall recieve! again, any grammar mistakes are because I did not bother proofreading. whoops.

Masterlist ◈ Original

Dick Grayson had seen a lot of unexpected things throughout his lifetime, but he really did not expect to come downstairs for a nice bowl of cereal for breakfast and find a woman who looked eerily like the late Martha Wayne sitting at the table and eating his Bat Puffs.

Wait.

“Those are my Bat Puffs!” Dick shrieks, because he has priorities. That’s the last of his cereal, okay? And it’s going to be two days before Alfred goes on his next grocery run and he’s really bad at shopping for food on his own. Sue him.

Not-Or-Maybe-Possibly-If-You-Believe-Conspiracy-Theories-Martha-Wayne simply laughs, and easily dances out of the way of his grab for the bowl, moving out of his reach with an elegance and grace that can only mean she spends part of her day dressed in a different costume. Whether or not she was a good guy still remained to be seen, considering she had somehow broken into the Manor without setting a single alarm off and was currently eating the last of his Bat Puffs. 

A truly despicable act, indeed.

“Grayson?” Damian chooses that exact moment to come down the stairs. “I heard you scream. What’s-” He snarls the moment he catches sight of Not-Martha-Wayne, pulling out a knife from somewhere in the folds of his pajamas and hurling it at her head with impressive speed and accuracy.

Not-Martha-Wayne simply ducks, letting the knife thud into the wall behind her, making Dick wince. Alfred was not going to be happy.

“Identify yourself, woman!” Damian screeches, pulling out another knife. “Who are you, and how did you get in here?”

Not-Martha-Wayne tilts her head, blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “Really? I’m not even allowed to eat cereal in my own home now?”

Dick is slowly growing more and more convinced that Not-Martha-Wayne is actually Zombie-Martha-Wayne.

Damian freezes, eyeing her suspiciously. “Your home?”

“Wh’s goin’ on?” Tim slurs, stumbling down the stairs. “Why ‘re you all screamin’?”

Maybe-Zombie-Martha-Wayne brightens when she sees Tim. “Timber! How’s it going?”

Tim rubs his eyes, once, twice, and then his face splits into a grin when he finally registers Maybe-Zombie-Martha-Wayne’s presence. “Marinette! It’s so good to see you!”

And okay, what.

Tim hurries down the stairs (meaning only marginally faster than before, he hasn’t had his morning coffee yet,) and ignores the coffee machine in favor of hugging Possibly-Undead-Martha-Wayne, who laughs and puts down the bowl of Bat Puffs in favor of hugging him back. Dick takes the opportunity to snatch the bowl away from her, mourning the fact that there’s only a bit of milk left at the bottom of the bowl.

“Good to see you too, Tim,” Not-Martha-Wayne, whose name is apparently Marinette (why does that sound familiar?) ruffles Tim’s hair. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Tim,” Dick says, at the same time Damian demands “Drake.”

“How do you know this woman?” They say at the same time (Dick stubbornly ignores that Damian replaced ‘woman’ with ‘harlot’).

“You mean you don’t?” Tim asks, frowning. “She’s-”

“Marinette,” Bruce cuts Tim off, having appeared at the foot of the stairs in his usual dramatic fashion. 

Not-Martha-Wayne-But-Still-Really-Looks-Like-Her-Whose-Name-Is-Apparently-Marinette beams and waves cheerfully at Bruce, who looks done with life. “Hey, little brother! I see you haven’t gotten tired of dressing up as a giant bat to beat people up yet!”

Well, that was a lot to unpack. Dick decided he’d start with the easiest thing.

“Little brother?” He looks from Marinette to Bruce, Bruce to Marinette, noting the resemblance in both of them to Thomas and Martha Wayne. “You mean- she’s your older sister?” Dick shrieks, turning to Bruce. “Why have we never heard about her?”

“Really, Bruce?” Marinette gasps, mockingly placing a hand over her heart. “I’m devastated. How could you, after everything we’ve been through, not even tell your hundred thousand children that I even exist?”

Bruce doesn’t reply, instead letting out one long sigh through his nose. Huh. Sixteen whole seconds. Impressive.

“Just kidding,” Marinette grins once Bruce has finally stopped sighing. “He’s never told you because I travel the world a lot, my job is super dangerous, and because I’d expose all his deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Like his greatest fears?” Damian asks. Cass, who had silently entered the kitchen at some point or another, stood behind him, ready just in case he pulled out another knife.

Marinette tilts her head. “What? No!” Like how he wiped off one of the eyebrows on Sylvia McCartney’s face when he was four-”

She doesn’t get to finish that sentence because Bruce has made a mad dash across the kitchen, evidently aiming to get her to stay quiet. Marinette dances out of his hold with a giggle and continues speaking even as Bruce chases her all around the kitchen.

“-anyway, he declared that ‘she had something on her face’, wiped off one of her drawn-on eyebrows-” She ducks underneath a plate, which Cass deftly catches before it hits the wall. “-and then went ‘There. I got it for you!’”

A shoe flies at her head. Marinette bats it away with one hand. 

Dick tries valiantly to stifle his snickers, but judging by the evil eye Bruce is giving him, it’s not quite working.

“And there was that time we were at that four-star restaurant in Star City and he ate too much and-” Marinette raises an eyebrow as she catches a toaster in her hands. “Really now, Bruce? A toaster? You know it’ll take more than that to stop me. So he ate too much and got a stomach ache, then started holding his torso and very loudly declaring that he was starting his period.”

Dick doesn’t even bother holding in the laughter this time, and neither do any of his siblings. If only Jason was here to see this, but alas, he was at his own apartment and had no clue that this was going on. Neither did Steph, for that matter, and Duke was already out on patrol since he was somehow a morning person. What a travesty.

“And then there was that time when-” Marinette is cut off by another one of Bruce’s long, very drawn-out sighs. 

“Look, Mari, I think they get the point,” He groans (well - as close to groaning as the Batman ever got), pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can stop now.”

“Oh, you’re just annoyed that you couldn’t stop me,” Marinette retorts with yet another smile, and Dick is once again struck by how similar she looks to the lady in the portrait that hangs over the fireplace in the largest of the Manor’s three living rooms. “I suppose you’re right, however. Despite the abundance of embarrassing stories, they do run out at some point, and I’d prefer not to use them all up in one go, ya know? I have to be the cool aunt. Kate can keep wine aunt, but I’m the cool one now.”

“I think Miss Katherine might disagree with that,” Alfred says mildly. “However, I do believe you can win the children over if you tell them about the time your father brought Master Bruce to his board meeting.”

The look of utter betrayal Bruce gives Alfred makes them crack up all over again.

--o0o--

“Man, I am so glad you got it all on camera,” Duke grins, placing two bowls of popcorn on the coffee table before flopping back down onto the couch. “This is going to be great.”

Tim waves a hand dismissively. “I just hacked the cameras in the Manor. Bruce’s paranoia backfired this time.”

Steph cheers and immediately makes a grab for the popcorn as Cass hits the play button on the remote, and Dick can’t help but crack a smile at his own face when he sees the last of his cereal being eaten.

“Richard, I find it concerning that your first thought was of your cereal and not the intruder,” Damian observes.

Dick ruffles his hair, drawing out a squawk of protest. “Well, what can I say? I really like Bat Puffs.”

The Wayne siblings settle down for a movie night that is definitely going to be filled with lots of laughter.

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It was over. For real this time, it was done. Pink hair, darker with matted blood, splayed out on the broken gravel. The white and blue that usually cloaked the mysterious Bunnyx was stripped away, Miraculous lost in the battle.

They had known. He had known. Shadow Moth.

He had known when she would pop out of her burrow, and surprised the normally all-knowing hero. Viperion had fallen long earlier, the only reason Bunnyx had even been forced to get involved.

They lost. It was all lost.

Dust clogged the air, stagnant without any wind to send it anywhere. Suspended, in the lacking gravity that came from the battle. It hadn’t been Chat Blanc, and yet the moon was still naught but shards in a darkened sky.

There was no going back. She couldn’t find any of the Miraculous that could turn back time. Her earrings were still in, but Tikki was silent. Silent and still, where the Kwamii lay in her palms.

Plagg was awake, but despondent. He hadn’t said a word since Adrien’s heart stopped, since the transformation was ripped away from him. She wasn’t sure if he would ever speak again, the way he was looking at Tikki’s fragile, limp form.

And, as she once again was left staring at her own glass eyes and mangled body below her, she wasn’t sure it mattered. Shadow Moth— Gabriel— was dead. But so was everyone else. So was she.

The League had tried— in a fit of desperation, she had called them in. Called them to their deaths alongside her and her team. Only one remained standing, only one life still burning amongst the wreckage.

“… I’m sorry,” he whispered in the stagnant air. He was not without his own injuries, beat and bleeding to within an inch of his life. An inch that nobody else had left, but one that would still fizzle out without a hospital to tend to him.

“Maybe it’s the hallucinations that come with my concussion, or my lack of blood, but… I feel you there,” he continued his soliloquy, staring up at the rubble that once was the moon. “If I could still move, I’d grab the earrings and the ring. Constantine mentioned them before we headed over.”

She tilted her head at him, ripping her gaze from her own corpse. From what she could tell, she was the only ghost here. May as well give him the respect of hearing his last words.

“And I’d wish for a do-over. Nothing perfect, I’ve been disillusioned about getting a happily ever after. But this world deserves better. Longer. You should have had help, we should have insisted on providing more assistance— even from afar. Guidance. Something. And now look where our negligence landed us.”

She would wish, too. If she could still interact with the world. If she wasn’t intangible.

“Bruce,” he rasped. “If you really are there,” he seemed to actually find her then, staring right into her eyes. “There’s nobody for you to tell anymore. But my name is Bruce Wayne. If… if either of us get another chance, find me.”

He faded.

She waited until he was gone, no ghost remaining of him like she did. At least he could have someone by his side at the end.

She sighed, wondering why she was cursed to this lonely end. The wish… even if she could, she couldn’t grab—

A pebble shifted, and she froze.

A moment passed. She stomped down.

The gravel crunched under her foot.

The gravel.

Crunched.

She had never moved so fast in her entire existence.

—*—*—*—*—*

He looked different without a half-burned cowl struggling to hide his chiseled jaw. She watched through the window as he tiredly swept his fingers through his hair.

“Who am I meeting with, again?” He asked his assistant, who didn’t even glance at her clipboard before replying.

“MDC, the French designer who reached out about a partnership,” she recited easily. “The same woman who has been standing outside the door waiting for you to invite her in, because her appointment started five minutes ago.”

His head whipped up, and she couldn’t help but wave at him through the glass. When their eyes met, he jolted as if struck by lightning. His pupils shrunk— whether in fear or memory, she could not tell. What she did know, though, was that he scattered papers across the floor in his rush to stand.

“Y—“ he cut himself off, swallowing thickly and making a show of adjusting his blazer. “Miss MDC? Please come in.”

“Please, call me Marinette,” she insisted, finally stepping around the window and through the open door. After his assistant left and the door was closed, they stood in silence. Marinette had planned— stewed, really— for months about how this meeting would go. She had worked so hard for it, but what if he didn’t believe her? What if…

“You got it,” he whispered, a soft smile stretching across his lips as his eyes overflowed with wonder directed at her. “You got us a do-over.”

That startled a strangled laugh from her. He remembered. What kind of awful curse made him remember when not even Tikki and Plagg did?

“Somehow,” she agreed. “We have a lot to talk about, Bruce Wayne. Maybe even over dinner?”

His responding chuckle was deep and unfairly charming. “Relationships formed from trauma hardly pan out well, but why not? Can’t turn out any worse than the apocalypse.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Oh wow, maybe ao3 crashing affected me more deeply than I thought. Do I have a problem? I might have a problem lol.

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Meeting you again ~Chlonette~

Third person pov

When Marinette agreed to come with her girlfriend, Chloe Bourgeois, she didn't expect to see her long lost brother Bruce or his family.

A few hours before

Marinette pov

The night of the gala had finally come. Even though I got an invitation I was planning on staying home and eating ice-cream while watching anime, but because Chloe asked she couldn't say no. Upon arriving at the gala she was instantly greeted by flashing lights and loud, obnoxious reporters (definitely not Lois or Clark). When they finally made it inside the two lesbian lovers were pulled away from each other to greet different business men. She saw all of the batboys before meeting Bruce. Jason saved her from multiple drunk men. Dick had greeted her with a bright smile that might rival hers which can brighten any room instantly and started talking about designers. She met Tim because he approached her asking if her dress was MW her alter ego for designing not that he knew that. She met Damian when she saved him from overbearing clingy girls. By the time she met back up with Chloe she was ready to go home. "Mari-bug this is Bruce Wayne and his sons Richard 'Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne" was the first thing Chloe said when we saw each other

Bruce pov

When Ms. Bourgeois said she had someone she wanted us to meet I zoned out. I was brought back to reality when an unfamiliar choked sob was heard "Bruce?" Looking down I was met with the familiar blue eyes of my younger sister Martha. The last time I saw her was when she got kidnapped a few months after our parents' death. Nodding I pulled her into a big hug like the ones I used to give her when she had nightmares. "Mari-bug, how do you know The Bruce Wayne?" was what I heard when we pulled back reluctantly. "Queenie this is my big brother Bruce, I was kidnaped by some stupid people looking to sell me to bad people. I escaped a while before they sold me and ended up on the streets of Paris getting adopted by Sabine and Tom. My real name is Martha Wayne that is why my other alter ego is MW Martha Wayne" 

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Chloe’s dress is the same but yellow

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The Strings That Bind Us: Epilogue Part One

AO3

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Marinette inhales sharply, sitting straight up in bed. She frowns, glancing down at her stomach. She could’ve sworn- there! Grinning, she reaches down and places a gentle hand on her stomach.

“Hey baby, let’s go see if your daddy’s home yet. He’s gonna be kicking himself for missing this.” Marinette coos, gently cradling the small bump. Pushing open her bedroom door, she makes her way to the study. It was the easiest way to get to the cave. Especially since she was five months pregnant. A fireman’s pole is not the easiest thing to use on a normal day. Walking towards the computer, she smiles at Alfred.

“You’re up late, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, glancing over at her. “Are you having trouble sleeping?” He asks. She shakes her head, grinning widely.

“Not at all. But this little one decided to kick.” Marinette practically squeals. Alfred’s face lights up and he stands, moving away from the computer.

“Are they still kicking?” He asks. She nods, reaching out for his hand. She takes it and places it on her stomach. They sit there in silence for a moment, before the baby kicks again and Alfred smiles, moving back to the computer. “Master Bruce will be ecstatic. Was this the first time?” Marinette plops into the chair next to him, resting her hands on her bump and sighing happily.

“The first time that I could really tell. I mean, there have been little flutters here and there, but the doctors said it could be gas. This was the first time that I could really tell what was happening.” She says, smiling down at her bump. The squealing of tires makes her sit up and watch amusedly as Dick speeds into the cave, parking his bike haphazardly.

“Whoever said patrolling with your ex was a good idea, was wrong.” He huffs out. Marinette quirks an eyebrow, grinning at her oldest.

“Did Babs put you in your place?” She asks cheekily. Dick frowns.

“What’re you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping? You’re growing a person.” He chastises her, crossing his arms. Marinette snorts.

“Your little sibling decided to kick me awake.” She says. Dick gasps, yanking his mask off, his eyes comically wide.

“They’re kicking!” He exclaims. She laughs and nods. “Does B know?” He asks.

“He’s patrolling. I came down to see if he was home yet. Didn’t wanna distract him by calling on the comms.” Marinette says with a shrug. Dick frowns.

“Surely this is more important to him.” He says. Marinette smiles softly.

“I never said it wasn’t, sweetheart. But I’m not going to risk your father getting hurt because he’s distracted.” She says softly. Dick sighs, but before he can say anything else, the Batmobile whips into the cave.

“Dick, you can’t just run- Marinette?” Bruce falters, frowning. She didn’t blame him. She didn’t love spending time in the Batcave. Especially since Jason’s…accident.

“Tell him, M.” Dick says happily, taking Bruce’s distraction as a way to get out of a lecture. Marinette rolls her eyes lightly at their oldest.

“Tell me what?” Bruce asks. It’s as if his voice sets something off, and the baby starts kicking again. Marinette grins, grabbing her husband’s hand and resting it on her bump. He frowns for a moment, and then the baby kicks. And his entire face lights up.

“Your youngest decided to wake me up. So we decided to surprise you.” She says with a small smile. Bruce leans forward and kisses her gently. Marinette melts into it, reaching up and stroking his cheek.

“Ugh, why the PDA?” Jason asks. Marinette whirls around, raising an eyebrow at the sight of their second oldest in the cave. He was rarely ever in there. Only if he needed her or Bruce. Or if Tim or Damian needed them.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, frowning. Jason snorts, shaking his head.

“Ya know, Ma, just because I come down here doesn’t mean something’s wrong.” He says. Marinette raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to just say it. He sighs, letting his shoulders slump.

“Damian had a nightmare and couldn’t find you.” He says. Swearing mentally, she moves to the stairs, ruffling Jason’s hair as she passes.

“Thanks, mon chou.” She says softly. Jason turns and follows her.

“Why were you down here anyway? You’re never in the cave.” He says, frowning. Marinette just grins.

“Your youngest sibling was in a kicking mood.” She says. He grins.

“Really?” He asks. She nods. Before he can say anything else, she hears Damian’s cry as he calls for her. Immediately pushing through the grandfather clock, she rushes out of the study and towards her baby.

“Oh sweetheart.” She says softly, scooping him up and holding him close.

“Maman! I had a bad dream, and then I couldn’t find you or Father.” He cries, snuggling into her. She sighs.

“I know minou, I’m so sorry baby.” She coos, rocking him back and forth. Bruce steps out of his office, hair disheveled.

“Hey Damian, Jay said you had a bad dream.” He says softly. Damian lifts his head up, nodding slowly. Bruce frowns. “How about you sleep with your Maman and I tonight?” He offers. Damian nods, and Marinette smiles softly, moving towards their room.

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Marinette looks down at the little envelope in her hand, before glancing at Lois and giving her a firm look.

“I know that Bruce and Alfred, and my Maman, can be intimidating. But do not, under any circumstances, let them know about the contents of this envelope before the reveal. And no matter how hard I plead, because I’m certain I’ll want to know between now and then, don’t tell me either. Okay?” Marinette asks. Lois laughs, but nods.

“Got it, Mari. You know, I have kept Clark’s identity a secret for years, right?” She asks. Marinette laughs.

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of Clark,” Marinette starts, raising an eyebrow. “Try not to tell him either. I trust that you can keep it a secret from B, but I seriously doubt Clark could.” Lois snorts.

“Yeah, you’re definitely right on that one.” She grins.

“Mom, Damian and Jon are stuck.” Tim says, walking into the room with a huff. Marinette raises an eyebrow.

“Stuck? Where?” She asks, standing up with a small groan. She was almost six months pregnant, and her ‘small’ bump was starting to get… not small.

“In a tree in the gardens.” Tim says with a wince. Marinette yelps and rushes out of the house, going as fast as she can to get to her baby.

“Maman!” Damian yells, clutching a branch like a lifeline. A branch too far for her to reach.

“Minou! Baby, how did you get up there? Where’s Jon?” She asks, panic seeping into her veins. “Tim, go see if you can find Jay or Dick.” She tells her second youngest. He nods before running back towards the house.

“Hi ma’am.” Jon says softly, poking his head out from behind some leaves.

“What’s wrong, M?” Dick asks, running towards them, Jason and Tim trailing behind him.

“Your brother and Jon are stuck in the tree and I can’t climb up there.” She says, hands shaking. “Don’t worry guys, we’re gonna get you down.” She calls up, trying to make her voice sound as light as possible, not wanting the kids to panic.

“Hey guys! I’m gonna climb up and help you down, okay.” Dick calls up, squeezing her shoulder lightly. “It’ll be okay, M.” Marinette practically holds her breath as Dick grabs Jon and passes him down to Jason, who then passes him to Lois.

“Never do that again, do you hear me?” She asks worriedly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Yes mama.” Jon says softly. Marinette bites her lip as Damian fights against Dick, clutching tightly onto the branch.

“Damian, baby, you gotta let go.” Marinette calls.

“No! Maman, help!” He calls. Tears prick at her eyes. Her poor baby was terrified. And there was only one thing she could do. Letting out a shaky breath, she moves closer to the tree.

“Watch out Jay.” She says softly. His eyes widen.

“Ma, you can’t seriously think climbing a tree is a good idea?” He huffs out.

“Just, spot me. Okay?” She asks, smiling softly at him.

“Marinette, don’t you dare. Let me call for Clark.” Lois begs.

“M, I’ve got it, please don’t-” Dick starts, but Marinette ignores him, pulling herself up onto a limb.

“Maman!” Damian calls, eyes wide. Marinette smiles softly.

“I know baby, I’m coming.” She says softly, gently cradling her bump as she tries to balance on the branch.

“M, please, stay right there. Dames look, she’s right here. Please come here, buddy.” Dick says, his voice tense.

“Clark!” Lois yells, just as the branch Damian was on breaks. Marinette doesn’t think. She lunges forward, desperate to catch her baby boy. She catches him, but her foot slips and her heart drops as they fall.

“Mom!” Dick yells, lunging forward. She doesn’t even have time to think about how this was it. This was the first time Dick had called her mom, and it was because she’d done something stupid. Marinette squeezes her eyes shut as arms wrap around her and Damian.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. You guys are okay.” Clark says softly, setting her gently on the ground. Marinette bursts into tears, clutching Damian close to her chest. Her sobs grow harder as she feels her other sons latch onto her.

“I’m sorry Maman.” Damian cries.

“Oh baby, it’s okay. It’s not your fault sweetheart, just- do me a favor. Don’t- please don’t climb so high next time.” She says softly, hands still shaking. They were all okay. It was okay.

“What happened?” Bruce’s voice is tinged with panic. Damian scrambles out of her hold and rushes to him, reaching for him and surprising everyone. Everyone knew that Damian was attached to her hip. She blinks, trying to find the breath to explain.

“Maman and I fell out of a tree.” Damian says, his bottom lip quivering. Bruce’s eyes widen immediately and he rushes over to her, falling to his knees in front of her.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He asks softly, reaching out and gently touching her stomach. She nods.

“I-yeah. Clark showed up.” She says, nodding towards the man. “Can someone help me stand up, please.” She grumbles, frustrated with herself. Dick immediately hops to his feet, helping her up gently. Marinette smiles softly at Clark. “Thank you.” She whispers. He grins.

“No problem.” He says, turning back to Lois and Jon.

“M, are you sure-” Bruce starts, but she cuts him off.

“We’re fine, love. I’m going to go inside and lie down.” She says, returning Jason and Tim’s short hugs before turning and walking towards the house. The second she’s inside, she falls into a chair in the dining room, breathing shakily as tears sting at her eyes. She hugs herself, shakily exhaling. It was okay. They were okay. The door opens and she frantically wipes at her eyes, eyebrows furrowed in shock as Dick walks in.

“You scared me.” He says softly. Marinette sighs, patting the seat next to her.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I was just-”

“You fell. And I couldn’t catch you.” Dick says, his voice breaking. Marinette presses her lips together in a firm line, heart clenching.

“I know.” She says, frowning. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” She says again. Dick nods, before launching himself forward, wrapping his arms around her as he cries. She rubs his back gently as he cries, hearing the door open and close and the sound of Bruce leading the other kids elsewhere. Good. Dick needed to have a minute to just cry. His cries eventually subside to sniffles and he pulls back. Marinette sighs, gently brushing his hair out of his face.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly.

“You know I think of you as my mom, right?” He asks softly. Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods.

“Of course, honey. You don’t have to call me mom for me to be your mom.” She says.

“Please don��t do something like that again.” He says softly. She nods.

“I won’t, don’t worry. And I seriously doubt your little brother will climb a tree again anytime soon.” She sighs. It was scary. But it was okay. They were all okay.

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Alfred

So this happens before Mari gets kidnaped.

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Alfred was doing one last check on the family before he turned in for the night. But when he got to Master Bruce's room, he was not there. So he decides to check on young Miss Marinette before going to look for Master Bruce.

What he saw when he entered, the young Miss's room made a fond smile form on his elderly face.

There was Master Bruce curled around his young daughter like he was trying to shield her from the world in his sleep. With Miss Marinette curled up to his chest with her hands fisted into his shirt.

Alfred took out his phone and took a picture of them, planning to get it printed out and framed in the house later before he left them to get some sleep of his own.

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