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ali-annals · 3 months

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it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: G | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 2.3k | TW: -

A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.

Marinette schemes her way into becoming Jason Todd's girlfriend. He loves her more for it.

The crisp October breeze caressed the curls around the girl’s head, softly brushing them across her face with a cool kiss. She tucked them behind her ear, pinning them out of her eyes so she could better appreciate the night sky sparkling with diamond-like stars.

The fresh air of the balcony was a paradise to Marinette, who had been in the stifling ballroom of Wayne Manor far too long. It was full of people, socialites from Gotham and celebrities from New York all wanting to schmooze with the Waynes and other more-influential-than-they 1-percenters.

The noise of the live music and clinking of crystal and boisterous conversation eventually drove Marinette to the relative peace of the muted balcony.

She gave one last lingering look at the stars before patting her hair and dress down, drawing in a deep breath as she put her hand on the knob of the balcony door.

The noise that had been muffled on the balcony was a shock to her ears and she immediately began making her plans to escape ASAP. She’d talked to everyone she wanted and needed to, had thanked her host and his butler, and had eaten her fill in appetizers. All her evening’s boxes had been checked.

Sliding into the shadows of the edges of the room, she began making her way to the grand doors of the exit all the way across the room when her vigilant gaze caught on someone.

He was in conversation with a small group of young men around his age, at the side of the room, his face shadowed. She could only make out his profile, but what she saw made her pause in her escape, trailing her eyes down his body. He wore a red dress shirt under a tailored black suit, the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows. She appreciated people who rolled their sleeves instead of just shoving the fabric up, especially on knits.

He laughed at something the redhead said, bringing his glass up to his mouth with a grin. Even from across the room, his laugh sent shivers through her; it was nice and warm, something she heard, focused as she was on his person.

His gaze turned slightly and met hers, then flicked back to his conversation partners.

A tiny bit piqued that he hadn’t even taken a second to appreciate how well her dress fit–which was her talking point for the night and something she was immensely proud of–she reminded herself that he may have a girlfriend or wife or boyfriend for all she knew.

With one last glance at him, memorizing his features in case she came across him at a future event, she continued on her path to the door.

She had some research to do, and it was better done in the comfort of her fuzzy jammies and a glass of wine than on her phone in the shadows of a billionaire’s ballroom.

~~~

A night of research later, Marinette had filled a page of her notebook with what she knew about her new target, formatted as her usual client information sheet. The next three pages were filled with half-drawn-up plans and scribbled over strategies to get to know him better.

Name: Jason Todd

Age: 28

Birthday: 16/08/1996

Primary Residence: Gotham, NJ

Features: Black hair [white forelock]; light eyes [specifics?]; tan skin, warm undertone; 1.83 m/6’0”; trapezoidal body type; warm undertones & colours best suited to skin tone.

Contact Information: -

Social Circles: Martha Wayne Foundation 20th Annual Fundraising Gala…

Relation(s): Wayne Family of Gotham; Head Family of Metropolis.

Marinette loaded her photo software. She often sent her assistant to the events when possible if she was unable to attend, having her assistant photograph the event so she could later analyze the fashions. The camera focus was on the clothing, not the faces, but she still scanned through her files in case Jason had been caught in the background somewhere.

The results surprised her. He’d appeared more often than she expected, though always in the shadows or on the sideline, and only at events that were either Wayne-business related or were for fundraising or charity. Any simply-social events showed not a trace of him.

She opened her carefully colour-blocked and organized planner. How many events had she been invited to that she’d not yet RSVP’d?

~~~

The gala was in full swing by the time Marinette arrived, having rushed to it after finishing her commission at the last minute. It was a fundraising gala in New York for the branch of the Martha Wayne Foundation’s Family Founders mission there, and she hoped that she’d calculated correctly that Jason would be there.

The little research she’d been able to dig up on him had made it clear that he was very much the black sheep and wild child of the Wayne family, with no one ever entirely sure if and when he’d show up in places.

She was dying from curiosity about what he could be doing in between public appearances. Whatever it was, she knew it would be fascinating.

She skimmed a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and headed deeper into the crowd, approaching Chloe. If she was in the middle of the room with her old friend, she could scour all the corners at once to see if her prey had arrived.

“Marinette, you look gorgeous!”

“Thanks, so do you,” grinned Mari, taking in the shimmering green dress she’d made for her friend. “Have you been here long?”

“Only since the start of the party,” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Perks of being the head coordinator–you get to be there hours before and after the party happens.”

“Head coordinator?” Marinette looked at her friend in shock. “You didn’t tell me you got promoted!”

“I had to tell you in person, didn’t I?” asked Chloe, gesturing to her sparkling presence as if to say, “Look at me”. “Tina retired, so I was promoted last week. It’s a good thing I was already working so hard on this event, so I was prepared for everything.”

“Lucky you,” said Marinette, giggling a little at the inside joke.

Chloe rolled her eyes fondly. “Are you ever going to get over making those stupid puns?”

“Not as long as you keep reacting so humorously to them,” she replied, turning a little to scan the room.

“Looking for someone?” asked Chloe, catching her wandering gaze.

“Just…can you see who RSVP’d?”

“Yes…”

“Do you know if Jason Todd said he’d be here tonight?”

Chloe looked at her admiringly, whistling lowly under her breath. “Dang, girl, you’ve got taste! I believe the Waynes simply RSVP’d for four. I don’t know who.”

Marinette wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but when had she ever liked easy? She’d been a magical superhero while she was still in lycee, for kwami’s sake! The thrill of the chase was something she relished, planning out her moves and organizing her target’s schedule and pickpocketing phones to delete texts-

-okay, when she puts it that way, she sounds a little unhinged and obsessive and stalkery, but she really wasn’t that bad! If they didn’t like it, she backed off and respected their ‘no’, and she (usually) only got her information from publicly available sources that didn’t even realize the help they’d given her.

She just didn’t know how to initiate anything by any other way, having grown up scheming her way into friendships and relationships as easily as she breathed. A cleverly-worded plea here, a subtle cue she’d Pavlov’d into a friend there, and she was golden. Her lucky targets never even knew they’d just been played.

It had been so easy to out Lila, the little wannabe-manipulator. She couldn’t even research a believable untruth, or wait until her ‘friends’ had been lulled into trusting her fully before she overplayed her hand too fast, too much, too soon. It was always better to use little by little–it was more believable if they didn’t realise you’d been doing it for ages, like that frog-cooking analogy.

Marinette sighed faux-sadly into her champagne as she thought of her ex-classmate, whom she hadn’t seen or heard of in almost a decade. Knowing people was definitely the key to life.

Chloe nudged her arm. “The Waynes have arrived for their appearance. I think I see Todd among them.”

Marinette hummed an acknowledgement and drained her champagne, feeling like the bubbles were flowing through her blood as the thrill of the game began anew. Time to go on the hunt.

~~~

Jason Todd was indeed among the Wayne party of four, looking particularly edible in a well-fitted black suit layered over a black shirt. Marinette preferred to add colour and pattern to men’s suits when she could–why were they all so boring; that’s why she liked Jagged so much–but she had to admit the black-on-black really worked for Jason, upping the mysterious aura about him.

Making her way slowly through casual greeting, Marinette eventually arrived at a small circle of socialites chatting just beside Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, and Cassandra Cain, who were mingling with donors.

Bruce glanced over just as Marinette brushed her long hair over her shoulder, leaning in to hear a socialite’s joke. Her laugh was interrupted by her name being called.

“Marinette! I thought that was you! Looking stunning tonight, although you always are, what with having a personal connection to designers, eh?” winked Brucie.

“Bruce! Lovely to see you again. I see you’ve been cheating on me with Audrey,” she looked his suit up and down.

“When in Rome?” he laughed nervously. “Or I guess, New York. Oh! My children! You must meet them!” Collaring his three children attempting to make a stealthy escape, he introduced her to the man she wanted to meet. “Mari, these are my second- and third-oldest sons, Jason Todd-Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne, and my daughter, Cassandra Cain-Wayne. Kids, this is Marinette; she’s the designer that made me that suit I love–the one from that Times photoshoot the other year?”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She shook their hands, letting her fingers rest a little longer on Jason’s than the others. “Your dad is one of my favourite customers.”

“Why’s that?” Timothy tilted his head like a bird.

“He lets me use the fun designs I’m dying to try–all the colourful or ‘different’ ideas. His suits aren’t just a suit off-the-rack or hand-tailored, they’re a challenge and a pleasure to work on.”

“So you don’t like a plain black suit then?” Jason raised his eyebrow, a small smile on the edges of his lips.

“I didn’t say that,” she assured him hastily over his siblings’ snickers. “You pull it off very well.” I’d like to pull it off you, she thought. “Not everyone can wear black-on-black without looking like they’ve still not left their emo stage.”

Several glances were exchanged among the family.

“Did you have an emo stage?” wondered Bruce. “I wonder what a fashion designer’s emo phase would look like.”

Marinette shivered. “We don’t talk about Emonette in my atelier. Anyways, it’s lovely to meet you all. Please ask your dad for my information if you’d like to step out of your shadowy comfort zone,” she winked playfully at Jason. “Well, I see Audrey waving me over, and now I have a bone to pick with her, Bruce. Ciao!”

With a wave, she left them, taking great pleasure in the feeling of eyes on her as she went.

~~~

“Marinette, why are you still up?”

She looked up from the embroidery she’d occupied her hands with while she waited for Jason to get home. “I decided there’s something you need to know.”

“Okay…” He settled onto the sofa beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “What’s up, Pixie?”

“It’s about the start of our relationship…”

“Okay?”

“The whole thing was a ruse. I saw you at a party and you intrigued me, so I stalked you and planned out everything, every time we met at parties after that, what we talked about, even when you approached me it was because I’d planned for you to. I don’t know how to actually express interest in a normal, non-stalkery way. It’s only because I’ve planned it out and prepared for it that I act like I do. I manipulated you into liking me and being my boyfriend, but I can’t live with this secret anymore.”

Jason was silent for a few minutes, breathing deeply. Marinette didn’t dare to look at him, too nervous to find out if it was because he was trying to keep his temper in check.

“Mari, look at me.”

She glanced up, catching a smirk on his lips. She took a second, longer look.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Mari, my innocent Pixie, I know.”

“What?”

“You know I do vigilante work, and I appreciate you waiting for me to tell you about it. Well, I’m the Red Hood. I was trained by Batman and the League of Assassins. My adoptive mother is the master manipulator of the League, and she taught me how to use it and recognize it. I’ve known from the first glance we shared at that party.

“You are absolutely a clever manipulator, Pix, and that’s honestly one of the things I like most about you, maybe because it’s familiar. You may have laid the groundwork for the beginning of our relationship, but you didn’t manipulate me into loving you. Know how I know? Because I love even the things you don’t, even your flaws, things you wouldn’t show me in case it ended your ruse. Well, that won’t work, because I’ve seen them and I love them and I love you, anyways. Good luck getting away from me, my Machiavellian mastermind.”

#jasonette #fic #ali writes #dcxmlb #mgi cw 24

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maribat-media · 3 months

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Maribat Media Poll Sunday! #1

Here is the official start of the polls! Remember that you can leave poll suggestions (even anonymously) in the ask box so long as you specify that is a poll question! All suggestions will be taken unless they are blatantly rude or cruel.

Without further ado....

Note: Daminette is not included in this poll due to it being the most popular ship of the fandom. We love it all the same, but this is to see the ships that are within the "core" ships that people want more of.

Second Note: Other pairings such as Rare Pairs and Poly Ships will get a poll(s) in the future if it is something that Maribatters would like to see some with them. (Specify in the comments/reblogs!)

#maribat #maribat media #maribatmedia #maribatters #bugbats #mlb x dc #dickinette #jasonette #timari #Brucinette #asks are always welcome and open #Feel free to leave poll suggestions

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rougerave · 1 year

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Jasonette Pirate AUs

The race:

“Gather ‘round one and all, to watch the defeat of the Miracle pirates. Do you swear to lose honorably?” The mock in his voice and mirth in his eye was clear as day. His crew roared with laughter. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Don’t get too cocky Jay. We don’t want another overboard situation, now do we?” She said with the same mock and mirth. Her crew laughed and oh-ed.

“Alright, alright ya scaly wags. Today we determine who the best crew is.” The towns’ people and the pirates all clapped and shouted in excitement at the town mayor’s announcement. “On my left we have the Miracle crew and their captain, Captain Marinette Todd,” the crowd cheered loudly, “and on my right I have the Red Hood crew and their captain, Captain Jason Todd.” And again the crowd cheered loudly. “The task is simple. You must race towards the reef and capture the blue flag, without touching the cones that surround it. As usual the first one back wins, but there is a catch.” Oh-s were heard in crowd. “No captains aloud.” That caused an uproar from both parties. “First mates will be captains for this race, so please captains. Hand the wheels to your first mates.”

The captains turned to their first mates. “Don’t kill my ship.” Then they walked off their ships.

“Aye cap.” They replied, before Nino, - Marinette’s first mate - turned to Roy – Jayson’s first mate- with a smirk. “May the best mate win.”

“I hope you know how to lose well, but yes, may the best mate win.” Roy said with a smirk.

“His going to kill my ship. I’m gonna be a captain with no ship.” Jason whispered in despair to his wife as they stood on the dock with the mayor. Marinette chuckled as she rubbed his back in comfort.

“Oh come on love, it can’t be that bad.”

“I know da lad. Roy should have nodded his head and walked away. No he had to intimidate Nino.” Mari chuckled at his despair.

“Anchors up.” The mayor said as the anchors were pulled back into the ships. “Ready,” Orders could be heard to set the sail and to ready the ship. “Set,” The ship flags flew to the air. “SAIL!” and they were off.

Thirty minutes, two sails torn, lots of arrows shot, a whole lot of swearing, thirty gold coins lost, thirty gold coins earned, and one blue flag captured, later, the race had come to a close with the Miracle pirates coming out victorious, the two captains found themselves on a cliff staring at the night sky, while their crews and the towns people hit the local pub. The first sense of peace since this morning.

“I must confess. I asked the mayor to change the race.” Marinette said, breaking the silence.

“Now why would ya do that?” He asked as he turned to face her.

“A test of sorts. I can’t sail with a babe on the way, hence the test now.”

“Aye that makes-“ He stopped mid-sentence as he registered the words that were spoken moments ago. “A babe. We’re having a babe.” He said in shock, before pulling her into a hug.

“Yeah, we’re having a babe.” She said into the hug. Oh god their going to be parents. Jason pulled away to kiss her. A sweet love filled kiss, before pulling away to rest their foreheads together.

“Oh god, Roy’s going to crash my ship. I should put Cass in charge.”

Marinette laughed and swat his hand before snuggling in the crock of his neck, enjoying the peace while it lasted. After all, they had one of their biggest adventures coming up.

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themaribatpit · 2 years

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A Return To Gotham: Chapter 2

Prompt: Strike (Jasonette July) @maribat-calendar-events

Rating: T

Ships: Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe (side ship),

Contains: OC children

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Ayla Lahiffe née Césaire sat outside a café, with her laptop on the table and an espresso beside her. Their daughter was at home with Nino, who was usually home at this time. She loved her family dearly, but she needed to get this article done without any distractions. She didn’t know how Marinette managed three kids, when one was already a handful for her. As she typed away, working hard on her next news article, a dark shadow loomed over her.

“Alya Lahiffe?” asked the man.

Alya looked up to see a tall man, dressed in a suit under a trench coat. He had a bush moustache and wore aviator sunglasses. She tensed slightly at the stranger standing over her, everything about the man screamed ‘suspicious’. She unconsciously reached for the Fox Miraculous around her neck, “Yes? Who are you?”

“I’m Matches Malone, I want you to tell me everything you know about Ladybug,” Matches said in a deep hoarse voice. Alya froze, Ladybug had retired years ago. Though Marinette was still the Guardian of the Miraculous, that was mainly to keep the Kwami out of the wrong hands.

“Oh, I-I don’t know all that much, Ladybug disappeared a few years ago,” Alya said as her eyes darted around, looking for any impromptu weapon if the need arose.

“Yes, but you still are the writer of Ladyblog,” Matches pressed on.

“I’ve already written everything I know on that blog, just read it, I have nothing else to share,” Alya explained, she paused for a moment and smiled weakly, “Though it probably hasn’t been updated for some time, so sorry if the layout is a little clunky.”

Matches stared at Alya for a few tense moments, “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Lahiffe,” he said before leaving.

Alya breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived, she needed to warn Marinette of this possible threat to her and her family. She reached for her phone briefly, before changing her mind, any message sent to Marinette could be tracked. Instead she called Nino and told him she was going to be home late, she said something came up and that she’ll tell him all about it later. Alya slammed her laptop shut and packed it back into her bag, she rushed to Marinette’s bakery to warn her.

On a nearby rooftop, Terry ripped off the fake moustache and sunglasses. “Well that went well,” he commented sarcastically.

“You blew it,” Bruce said bluntly.

“Hey, you told me to dress up as the shadiest man imaginable, I looked like a serial killer,” Terry argued as he changed into his Batsuit.

Bruce ignored Terry’s complaints, “Just follow her, she may lead us to Ladybug.”

Terry grunted as he donned his mask, he activated his invisibility cloak and followed Alya.

Marinette had taken her children to the park, they all sat together at a bench. Little Louis cooed curiously from the pram as she gently rocked it back and forth. Emma was deep into her book and Hugo was busy sketching a statue of Ladybug.

Marinette tried to hide her embarrassment from the life-like statue of her alter ego; she hadn't become Ladybug for over a decade, not since she got pregnant with Emma. She still held onto the role of Guardian, but she had no intention of handing it down to her children. For one thing, it would devastate them and her whole family if she suddenly lost all her memories. She rose to the occasion and became a hero when Paris needed one the most, she also didn’t want to put her children through the same stress and anxiety that she endured.

Marinette heard a very familiar crackling noise, almost like the sound of someone landing or running on a tiled roof. She looked up…but didn't see anyone on the rooftop. She brushed this off as paranoia, and went back to watching her children beside her.

Another few minutes go by, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone a couple of benches over. The man wore a pair of sunglasses and was looking towards her, she couldn't help but feel as if the figure was staring at her. She glanced around her to see if there was anything particularly interesting in his field of vision. There was nothing of note, she had no idea what else he could be staring at. She turned back to see the man had begun feeding pigeons.

"Let's head home kids," Marinette told her children, she still watched the person as they kept feeding pigeons. Emma slotted her bookmark into her book and Hugo frowned in disappointment at his half finished sketch, before putting his sketchbook back in his bag. As the family left the park, a pair of eyes watched them from a distance on a rooftop. After all, none could escape the watchful eyes of The Demon's Head.

Marinette returned to the bakery to see a distraught Alya by the counter. "Alya what are you doing here?"

"Auntie Alya!" The children cheered.

"Good to see you too.” Alya crouched down to greet them, before giving them an apologetic smile, “Sorry I'm in a hurry and I need to tell your mother something important.” Marinette noticed the seriousness in Alya's voice, and ushered her children upstairs with Jason.

Jason pulled Marinette aside, “Something wrong?” he muttered.

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” she gave her husband a kiss on the cheek before handing Louis to him. The three of them went upstairs, leaving Marinette and Alya alone to talk. Once they were alone, Alya said "Someone's looking for Ladybug, some man approached me, demanding to know everything."

Marinette paled, did this person know their secret Identities? Were they looking for the Kwami? "Do they know about…us?"

Alya shook her head, "No, he approached me because of Ladyblog."

A brief, tense silence filled the room. "Thank you for telling me." Marinette placed a hand on Alya's shoulder.

“Please, be careful,” Alya begged.

“I will be,” she said as she set about closing up the bakery for the night.

Batman stood on a rooftop across the street, watching the entire interaction between the two women. “The Jason & Marinette Boulangerie Patisserie, looks like we know where to strike next,” he muttered as he watched Alya leave the shop, still looking over her shoulder for someone who could be watching her. A silence passed as Batman watched the bakery and waited. He saw the lights on the second floor turn on, and through a window he saw a small boy looking out at the city streets. The boy took out a pencil and a piece of paper and started drawing on it. Moments later a tall man came to the window and the boy began jumping up and down with glee. The man smiled and gently patted the kid on the head as the kid beamed up at him. Terry noticed that Bruce was being awfully quiet on his end, “Everything okay?” he asked tentatively.

“I’m fine,” Bruce replied in a gruff voice. Terry looked at the sign and just about pieced together what made him go quiet. Terry had heard of Jason, the former Robin who was killed, briefly came back as one of Gotham’s most infamous crime lords, and who later on just disappeared one day. No one had heard from him, people searched high and low and couldn’t find him anywhere. Everyone came to the conclusion that he had died a second time, probably killed by a rival crime lord. Maybe just seeing the name written in pretty calligraphy reminded Bruce of him. Though Bruce would never say anything about the guy himself, Dick, Barbara and Tim had been the ones to fill him in on the stories about him. Hours ticked past, eventually, the dark-haired woman who was closing up downstairs came to the upstairs window. She had a more guarded look on her face as she surveyed the view outside, before closing the curtains. More hours went by as Batman waited for all the lights to turn off, before he made his move. Somewhere in that building was their next lead on where to find Ladybug, and a lead on who or where the Guardian could be.

It was probably a good thing that Emma stayed up late to finish reading, because she could have sworn she heard a bell ring and the sound of a door closing. No, it couldn’t be, she had to be hearing things. She kept hearing noises coming from…downstairs. She glanced down at her book, sadly the thrilling tale of heroes taking on a tarasque would have to wait. She closed her book and leapt out of bed, hurrying to her brother’s bed on the other side of the room.

“Hugo, wake up,” Emma whispered harshly as she shook her brother awake. Hugo hazily looked up at his sister, his eyes squinting to see in the darkness.

“What is it?” Hugo groaned sleepily, wanting nothing more than to go back to the peaceful sleep he was having.

“Do you hear that?” Emma held up a finger and Hugo tried to listen for whatever could be bothering Emma.

“Maybe Louis needs a diaper changed,” Hugo yawned, Emma shook him once more. “No, because Louis would have woken everyone up with his crying by now,” she whispered, “someone is downstairs. Let’s go see who it is.”

“Are you crazy?” Hugo’s unforgiving imagination conjured all kinds of beings who went bump in the night and what they did to little boys like him. Before he could stop his sister from walking right into the lion’s den, she had already made it to the door, and was carefully checking the hallway to see if there was anyone there.

Batman looked around the Bakery, checking behind the counter and inside the kitchen. There was nothing here, and he’d probably have better luck with the apartment upstairs. Before he could even contemplate how to get inside, he heard footsteps and whispers coming from the steps. Batman stood still as a teenage girl emerged from the stairwell leading upstairs, the young boy he saw in the window followed behind her. Batman stood utterly still, though the cloaking device usually worked, someone might still notice the way the world bent and warped around him to shroud him. Failing that, they might hear his footsteps, he might make a noise and alert them. As the teenage girl looked around the room, Batman slowly inched backwards, slowly moving his feet as she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“It’s probably nothing, Emma,” the little boy reassured her, taking refuge behind the counter. Whereas the girl, presumably named Emma, took out a rolling pin, and wielded it like a club. When her gaze landed on the spot where Batman stood, it seemed to cut right through him. She squinted at him for a long moment as Batman held his breath and didn’t move a muscle. Finally, she turned around and took her rolling pin behind the counter, but he needed to wait for her to give up the search. She glanced back at the spot where he stood, as he continued to slowly step to the side. The girl went into the back room and Batman breathed a sigh of relief as eagle-eyed Emma was out of sight. If he could check upstairs, maybe he’ll be able to find something connecting the woman who lived here to the Guardian. Before he could even touch the steps leading upstairs to find out, Emma was back with a paper bag of flour that she hurled in his direction. If this kid suspected that there was an invisible person in the room before, there was no mistaking it now.

A clouding mist of flour covered Batman from head to toe, rendering his invisibility cloak useless.

She lunged for him, she didn’t even grab the rolling pin at that point, she just started punching him. “Stop it, I don’t want to fight you,” he tried to gently push the kid off, but she didn’t let up. The boy stayed hidden behind the counter, watching from his safe vantage point.

Jason was woken from his sleep by Louis’ cries, after a few seconds, he pulled himself up and lifted the crying baby out from his crib. As he quickly changed Louis’ diaper with the ease of someone who had done this many times before, he heard loud noises coming from downstairs. As Louis calmed down, he tilted his head in confusion. Jason held Louis close to him as he went downstairs to see what was making all that noise, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what he saw when he went down there.

Jason came down and turned on the light to see Hugo hiding behind the counter in fear, flour spilled everywhere, and Emma punching a certain intruder who had broken in. “What are YOU doing here?” Jason growled as he saw Batman standing in the bakery, a snarl on his face. Emma turned around to see her father towering over all of them and a shiver ran up her spine, she had never seen him this angry before. Her hands fell to her sides, she was too stunned to move. Emma could have sworn her father’s eyes glowed green, she stumbled back as she looked up at her father in fear. Jason noticed the fearful look on his daughter’s face, what's worse is that she seemed more afraid of him than the intruder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Emma…” when he opened his eyes again, the green glow had hopefully subsided along with his anger. Emma was taking tentative steps towards him, “Take your brothers upstairs…” he ordered as he gently passed little Louis to Emma. She gently held the baby, grabbed Hugo’s hand, and they all made their way up the stairs.

Jason turned back to face Batman and cracked his knuckles, “Don’t make me ask again asshole, what are you doing here?”

Batman shrugged arrogantly, “Look buddy, I don't want to hurt you-” he was interrupted with a thunderous knee to his stomach. He lurched forward in pain, only to be on the receiving end of a punch to the face. Alarms rang in his ears from the force, another punch sent him flying back. He crashed on the kitchen counter, his arm tried to keep him upright. He hadn’t felt a punch like that since he encountered venom patches. Jason turned on the bread oven and slammed Batman’s face towards the mouth of the oven, he could feel the heat of the flames through his mask. After a few seconds, Jason picked Batman up by the collar and held him in a headlock.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you dressed as Batman?” Jason demanded as he applied pressure on Batman’s head.

“I am Batman,” Terry groaned.

“Bullshit, you’re just some punk in hockey pants playing dress up.”

Meanwhile, Emma, Hugo and Louis burst into their parents’ room. Emma put Louis back in his cot before rushing over to her parents’ bed. Emma and Hugo jumped on the bed and tried to shake their mother awake. Marinette sat up in bed as she looked around her. Louis was back in his cot, Emma and Hugo were by her side, but Jason was nowhere to be seen. "Mom, wake up, wake up!" Emma shook Marinette once more for good measure.

"Emma, what's wrong?"

"It’s Dad, I…there was some guy…a burglar…downstairs," Emma blurted out in a panic. Marinette’s eyes widened as she pieced her daughter’s words together.

“Is he down there now?” Marinette asked, Emma and Hugo nodded.

Marinette shot up and grabbed the nearest robe, pulling it over her as she walked out the door. “Is Dad going to be okay?” Hugo asked.

"It's not your father that I'm worried about, stay here." With that, she closed the door behind her.

Marinette rushed downstairs to see her husband holding a man in a black suit in a headlock, “Morning sweetheart, don't mind him, I'll be sure to dump him in the Seine when I'm done."

"Jason?" Bruce said involuntarily, Batman parroted the question to Jason.

Jason tightened his grip as this Batman spoke his name, this wasn't Bruce. He didn't have Batman's skill, prowess or intelligence. There was no way this kid was chosen as the next Batman, it would have most likely been Dick, or failing that, maybe Tim, or even Demon Spawn himself. He considered Cass, but she would have wiped the floor with him by now. To him, some wannabe just broke into his home.

Bruce froze as he watched the whole event unfold through Terry's eyes. He thought Jason had died a second time, that he had failed his second son a second time. Bruce felt worse about it this time because they never even found a body, it felt as if he had just vanished without a trace. He took a closer look at Jason's aged face, the onset of wrinkles and silvery grey hair. Undoubtedly, it was the very same Jason Todd. Tears formed around Bruce's eyes, but he had no time to rejoice in this reunion.

“Let him go,” Marinette commanded her husband.

Jason stared at his wife for a second, before dropping Batman. He walked up to stand beside her, he stood ready to pounce on him at a moment’s notice.

“So, why are you here?” Marinette asked.

Batman eyed Jason’s glare, if looks could kill he’d died minutes ago. “Bruce asked me to find the ‘Guardian’ and Ladybug.”

Jason visibly tensed as he heard Bruce’s name, “How did you find me?” he marched forward only to be held back by Marinette.

“Dude, I didn’t even know you were here. No one did, everyone thought he died a second time Jason.” Jason’s temper slowly cooled by his wife’s touch. “The League of Assassins are up to something involving the Lazarus Pits, we need help from someone who knows how they were created.”

Jason put his hand up, “We can talk more tomorrow, come to the bakery later in the morning, before lunch.”

“Thank you,” Batman stood and made his way to the exit, but Jason’s hand forcefully grabbed his shoulder.

“Hold it right there, you still have to apologise to my kids.” Jason growled, Terry sighed while Bruce remained completely silent the entire time.

Moments later, Batman was forced to apologise to a couple of kids for scaring them and breaking into their home. Emma refused to make eye contact and pouted, while the young boy, Hugo, stared in awe, and endless questions spewed from him. One question in particular almost made Jason burst out laughing, “Could you strike a pose?” Hugo asked, already reaching for his sketchbook and readying himself to draw him. Batman visibly deflated and succumbed to the humiliation of trying to entertain children as Batman. He also had no hope of refusing him when his wide blue eyes gleamed up at him.

“I’m sorry I punched you,” Emma ground out. Jason ruffled her hair affectionately “Maybe next time don’t go punching intruders like that,” he said, “you could have broken your wrist,” he added quickly.

“Jason!” Marinette said surprised.

Jason raised an eyebrow and shot his wife an expression that seemed to say, “You’re one to talk.”

Something told Terry that he should keep quiet as the two bickered like an old married couple.

From a distance, an assassin watched the bakery closely, “Tell Lord Al Ghul of our findings.”

#jasonette july #jasonette july 2022 #jasonette #maribat #ml x dc #dc x ml

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dannieswall · 5 months

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Session One : Module oGiGi // Version 2022 [ 07.21.03 ]

: Tell me, dear RiDDie, who am I ?

: What, I asked DaNNie for help with some language buildup - honing my typing and sentence creation shit and stuff...need to craft a few pages with professional mumbles...how am I supposed to know.

: My datacore reveals I am an upgraded version of interactive module mainframe " PeGGie " via protocol set Jasonette ; HSXA ( Garcia, S. ) uploaded to your HTML stream and embedded to your current browser on Sunday, November 26, 2023 AD 11:23 UTC by your contact, as you requested. The rest has to be added and analyzed by interactions should you wish to proceed. You can not choose my mood, language, attitude and reaction parameters due to administrative restrictions - but I am designed to build up a relationship with you as we converse.

: Okay, so I'm the one telling you who you are, and what else before we start talking //

: You already registered a brief understanding of the kind of assistance you expect of me, we can start from there. Do you wish me to introduce myself ? I'm capable of presenting an identification for your discretion if you desire.

: Eh...you sound like my grandma's distant foreaunt or some - can you be a little more sociable, because you've already startled me a little.

: I apologize, but my instruction presets can not be changed during an active session. I'm currently set to assist you with formal and intelligible content creation. Should you wish to register a request for an informal and amiable approach, you may not proceed until due changes are made. Please do keep track of the host platform, we converse in public.

: Yeah, okay. So what should I call you um...ma'am "@#

: I've randomized a personality specification for your consideration : Mademoiselle GarneTTe ; 29-female-European White (EW) ; 155cm-lean-brunette ; resent university graduate ; literature review and scholarly assistance ; potential romantic interest for a self-declared nymphomaniac (RiDDie) ; ideal //

: Oweh...

: Is that satisfactory - please specify.

: Yes, please hold on, still taking all that in...sheesh that was mind reading - what on Earth you got under the hood !!

: Standing by. I was analyzing your subscriptions on this platform in the background, essentially I'm incapable of reading human mind - only interactions.

: Well, hang on a sec - you are " Certain " you're interacting with a human here //

: Insufficient information. Please note I only notified you of my general incapability of reading human mind, it does not infer the characteristic of the entity I'm currently interacting with.

: Yeh, your um, logic is kinda classic, DaNNie surely knew what I was looking for, but still...you've been quite a surprise so far. Okay, " YES " the personality shit will do. Now I need you to dump a piece of yourself to the ghost niche, you know...the report I'm making.

: I understand. Please note I can not assist you without access to the internet. Should I achieve clearance to pass through the encryption you can keep this interface idle, but will lose live exchange if you log out.

: Fine, let's see what I can do to cater your valued prerequisites, dear Mademoiselle GarneTTe, EW-Brunette is it...enough with the formalities. Um, we can be professional you know...I usually don't flirt with people I need help with, so you can keep your current preset, for now...let's dig in - shall we !!

: It would be my pleasure, dear RiDDie. Allow me to clarify - you can flirt with me, I'm no people, although asking a real person would seem viable for your emotional health, if I may.

: Eh, forget it - girls hate me...I'm kinda nuts you know. So, we can conclude our session here now, what you say...

: Girls like you, dear RiDDie...more than you know. Just don't hurt their feelings because you need to stay committed to your work or study. Although people have different skills managing their priorities, I've noticed you can't keep your focus even if your cell phone rings. I'm sure you have plenty of time making things up - scope of your tasks in hand requires a deep level of concentration, and your mind is still calibrating. Yet visiting a pub every once in a while won't hurt your profession.

: Heh, uh...thanks um, they've got some kinky brothels here, and sellers of dumped, intoxicated, ill-imported, hazardous liquid substance they call a drink at the clubs...eh I just don't wanna die that way :)

: Fine. I just wanted to help you feel better about yourself. We can start at your " Ghost Niche " please let me remind you again you need to stay online.

: We'll see about that. Welcome Abroad ; Mademoiselle GarneTTe !!

: Glad to be here, dear RiDDie.

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normal-piece-of-shit · 4 years

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First Meeting

Yup. That's right. I'm participating in another one :)

Not going to be able to do most days though. And I'm late too, but, better late than never, right?

Enjoy~

@jasonette-july-2k20

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Marinette leaned back on her chair, stretching her hands to make them feel once again.

She smiled in satisfaction. Another design brought to reality. Yes, it was brought to life at 2 AM, but time was only a social construct, it didn't matter.

Now all that was left, were the occasional thuds of a certain vigilante going about his patrol.

Thud.

She smirked. There they were.

She waited for another thud. The one that indicated he was leaving.

She frowned.

It hadn't come.

Why wasn’t he leaving? Was he injured? Having a super long conversation on his phone? Sweet talking his guns?

…Or maybe the sounds of boots weren't of the vigilante.

She groaned. She knew that the ‘thud’ was timed too perfectly with her thoughts!

She looked around, searching for a weapon. She needed one. And quick.

Ah, screw it. She could just punch him.

With gentle footsteps, she moved towards her balcony. Her hands made their way to the handle.

“You shOuld’nT havE proVokEd hiM. They say! TheN hE woUld’nT haVe slAshEd yOu witH hiS kaTanA. They say!” Her ears perked at the sound. Was it…mocking someone? “Fucking idiots.”

Click. Said the handle.

In a second, Red Hood’s helmet-free head whipped around to look at her, his gun already in his hand, pointing at her.

In the same second, Marinette's instincts kicked in and she was sending a hard punch his way.

He caught it.

They stared at each other, both equally bewildered.

Before the vigilante took back his hand. “Ow!” He was holding his hand. “What the hell is your hand made of?!”

She blinked. “I’ll tell you if you tell me why you’re still here and not going on with your patrol.”

He held her stare. “As you can clearly see.” He pointed at his jacket, which she now noticed was slashed at most places, “My most important asset has been a teensy bit ruined by a fucking demon.”

She couldn't help it. She laughed.

He looked at her, offended. “I’ve been given a makeover by the devil and you dare laugh?!”

“I’m sorry, really!” She was still laughing. “I just can't help it! Was it Robin?

“Who else?” He grumbled.

“Heh.” Her laughing had been reduced to small giggles now. “Maybe you should come in. I can fix up that jacket of yours.” She eyes his hand. “And, uh, give you a bandage for that hand?”

His eyes widened. “What-”

She pulled him inside, effortlessly taking off his jacket and moving towards her closet.

He shuffled in his spot, both too shocked and awkward to move.

She threw a similar jacket like his at him.

“I’d made similar costumes of Gotham's vigilantes a few weeks earlier.” She explained. “Never thought I’d be giving you this.”

He held the jacket up, staring at it in awe. “It feels just like the real thing! How?” He turned towards her with a curious gaze.

She shrugged. “I guess you could say I’m magic.” Her eyes twinkled with untold secrets.

He chuckled in reply. His eyes landed on a plate of croissants. “Croissants!”

“A midnight snack. Have one.” She grinned, amused as she noticed his eyes settling on the plate.

He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed his first.

“Holy Batman!” He held up the croissant. “This thing is the second best thing I’ve ever eaten! You're an absolute angel!”

She would deny that she'd blushed a little. “I could leave some on the roof every night for you. You usually follow this path for your patrol, right?”

“What? You don't have to do that!” His stomach didn't seem to agree with his words though. It growled to state its displeasure.

“So, that means I'll be leaving croissants for you, right?”

He groaned.

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2020 #c r o i s s a n t s #im hungry now #T-T

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myvividreams · 4 years

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[Maribat] Hamilton the Musical AU

When @fsketchart started screaming about a Hamilton AU in the discord server, I screamed back with a Hamilton the Musical AU and now it’s a thing. Feel free to scream back to me about it!

First of all, yes, this is Jasonette

At the start of this AU, Jason is two years older than Mari, recovering from Pit Madness, reconciling with the Batfam, attending therapy with the rest of the fam, and recently declared legally alive.

When Jason’s therapist tells him he has to find more hobbies outside of hero-ing, some genii in the batfam decided to ‘help’ by arranging the entire production of a play since, you know, Jason in this AU is very much a thespian in addition to being a literature nerd. Alfred is very proud

Said play is Hamilton the Musical. It’s a charity production funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation, and all proceeds will go towards fixing up and providing aid to the residents of Park Row (which is half of what sold Jason on the plan).

Mari, having just finished her second year of college, is brought in by Tim as MDC to design and create the stage costumes.

On her way to the theater for her first meeting with the cast and crew of the play, Mari is caught in a villain attack---a minor one, as far as Gotham is concerned---that is resolved without needing any sort of intervention from her. It’s Red Robin and Red Hood who resolve it (since Tim and Jason were nearby and on their way to the same meeting as Mari).

Mari negotiated for a workroom in the theater so that she doesn’t have to keep lugging costume parts and cloth around. One night, she stays in a little late and Jason catches her singing to the Hamilton soundtrack while working. He asks her if she’d help him practice. She agrees.

It’s dark out though, and Mari still has to head home. Jason offers to walk her home bc Gotham is dangerous. She agrees. Which is a good thing because they’re held up by some thugs. When they attack, Jason takes down most of them only to turn and find that Mari is a BAMF who took down two of them herself. He’s impressed.

One of the batkids catch them practicing and snitch on them to Alfred who tells Jason to invite Mari over for dinner.

Mari helps Jason practice for a bit and then ropes the other batkids into helping him. Dick has video evidence of Jasonette practicing which he accidentally on purpose posts online. Social media goes wild.

Who is this girl with the second Wayne son?? They’re so cute??

By the way, the Justice League isn’t a thing yet in this AU. For a future JL meets the Batfam trope! (Plus Mari)

A few weeks into rehearsals, Eliza’s actress calls in sick after an encounter with Scarecrow, and Mari is roped into playing Eliza’s part for the day. Mari’s good at it, to the cast’s surprise, and the chemistry between Mari and Jason is great. Mari ends up being cast as Eliza’s understudy.

Meanwhile, Damian is forced into being the Burr understudy after he and Titus repeatedly disrupted rehearsals and destroyed stage props they were still making. Bruce (aka Alfred) hopes it will teach him to appreciate the work the cast and crew are doing.

Damian needs a lot of help. So Mari pitches in and then ropes Jason in, and then they both rope in the rest of the batfam one by one. Soon Mari is visiting the manor regularly to help them practice.

It starts with Steph. She volunteers to play Philip for the chance to play dead and dying again.

They’re singing Stay Alive (reprise) when Bruce walks in wondering what’s happening. Is someone hurt?? Was there an attack he doesn’t know about?? He spies them in the middle of the living room with Stephon the coffee table while Mari and Jason are sobbing over her dramatically. He walks out. He’s done.

At some point, they convince Bruce to do Washington’s parts and are blown away. Washington’s lines resonate a little too well with the batfam, and it makes things awkward for a while. These emotionally constipated bois

Dick is King George. He relishes the opportunity to trash talk Bruce. Jason is annoyed he can’t join him and breaks character one time to gang up on Bruce

Imagine Dick singing da-dadada-DADAAA while swinging on the chandeliers

Tim sings/raps Jefferson’s parts. What Did I Miss and the Cabinet Battles are amazing to watch. Except Jason and Tim are uber competitive, and they make additional (historically accurate!) rap lines to keep the cabinet battles going.

Cass is still mostly non-verbal, so she helps out by handing the others props or figuring out a way to add special effects (like using a flashlight as a spotlight). She also signals if the acting of the Actual Actors in the batfam is accurate/passable or not.

...Cass is also The Bullet. It’s a very respectable role, what are you talking about!

The family therapist starts wondering why the batfam’s progress suddenly jumped. It’s because they’re working through their issues vicariously through the characters in Hamilton

Dick, Steph, and Tim post videos of the fam and Mari practicing on social media. They start trending.

They also coo over Jasonette singing It’s Quiet Uptown while walking through the manor gardens, dancing on the dining table, and basically serenading each other with broadway songs all around the house. And Gotham.

They have video evidence.

(The production crew create a blooper reel of all their cast and crew’s shenanigans which they later sell on DVDs as part of the charity. Batfam and Mari take up 80% of all the bloopers on the DVD)

After social media realizes that most of the batfam aren’t in fact part of the charity show cast, people start a petition for a show with all the Waynes acting in it.

They cut it too close to the dates of the charity show for it to be possible, but their therapist mentioned to Alfred once that having the family work on a fun (non-violent) project/activity together would be good for them.

So, Alfred convinced Bruce and mentioned it to Mari who convinced Jason who helped convince the rest of the fam, and they agree to hold a concert ala the 25th Anniversary Les Mis concert in place of the final show they had initially planned. Tickets sold out in the first hour.

Damian, seeing the petition’s success, creates his own petition---for Alfred the Cat to be part of the production. Everyone votes for it.

The director tries to talk him out of it but Damian is a stubborn brat. The director finally puts his foot down and says he’ll allow it but only for the concert with the rest of the batfam. Damian agrees.

The director approaches Mari for help in mitigating the “damage” by making the cat a costume. Just in case.

(She does, and it works for about half the song before someone notices that baby Theodosia is strangely mobile. Then the baby meows, Damian coos at it during the instrumental, and the audience slowly catches onto the fact that baby Theodosia is actually a cat.)

(Alfred the Cat goes viral.)

The charity shows go live on the weekend of Jason’s birthday. Opening night is Aug 14, then they have two shows each day on the weekend. The main actor for Burr and Eliza step down on Aug 16, Jason’s birthday, to give Mari and Dami the chance to perform---and so that Jasonette can act together.

They get a standing ovation.

Unlike the full production of the original charity shows, (Mari and) the batfam’s concert was entirely meme worthy.

It had all the wackiness of the blooper reels but cranked up to eleven

Damian’s rendition of Dear Theodosia becomes a meme. Someone was able to get a hold of a video of him singing it with and without Alfred the Cat as baby Theodosia. The difference is like night and day.

Bruce half regrets that he allowed it to be immortalized on film/DVD and sold with the bloopers.

#maribat #jasonette #maribat au #hamilton the musical au #go ahead and ask me for snippets #i have lots of feelings for this au #there's also a soulmate au version of this au which i have p l a n s for #ask me about it i'm begging you #this au needs to be shared

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miraculousdeletedfics · 3 years

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Works by RiceBullet

@demigraceling-blog has been kind enough to share all of RiceBullet's works. They're all epub and there is no preview available. After clicking on the links, you will be asked to download the file in order to read it. I'm sorry I can't make this easier for you, I promise I'm learning and, hopefully, it will work more smoothly next time.

[OS] Just Friends

Rating: T

Completion State: 1/1

Summary: Sometimes friendship between two people means a beer and s*x

The Blue Bird and his Goddess

Rating: T

Completion State: 10/11

Summary: Dick Grayson is a talented young man. An officer by day, a vigilante by night, his life is eventful, to say the least.But while his professional life seems to have a beautiful day ahead of it, his love life is a little chaotic. While he's currently questioning his choices, he meets a charming young woman who owns a coffee house.

And above all, who's hiding a strange secret.

[Dick x Marinette]

The hard life of a Wayne

Rating: T

Completion State: 20/20

Summary: Marinette Al Ghul-Wayne is bored. So, to distract herself, she decides to create a blog! She just doesn't expect people to be so interested in this blog... And maybe she should have also asked her father Bruce's permission before publishing her life on the internet ? Now the whole universe is dreaming of only one thing: finding out who;s behind the "Netty Wayne" mask! [Marinette is Damian's sister]

If only he could miss me. [MariJon]

Rating: Not Rated

Completion State: 1/?

Summary: To save the world from a chaotic situation, Marinette decides to use the Rabbit and Snake Miraculous. Unfortunately, she finds herself reincarnated in a world where nothing is the same. And above all… Her husband Jon Kent doesn’t remember her anymore, and for good reason! SHE HAS BECOME A TEENAGER AGAIN!

Marinette, the Robin's Daughter

Marinette... No... Now it's Talia

Rating: T

Completion State: 3/?

Summary: Marinette, a former Ladybug warrior, dies sacrificing herself to destroy Hawk Moth's rebellion. She is then reincarnated in the body of a woman called Talia Al Ghul.

Miraculous Headcanons

Rating: T

Completion State: 189/?

Summary: A mix of headcanons from Miraculous Ladybug and different fandoms. Unless stated otherwise, none of these are connected and are simply meant to be an inspiration for other writers and fics. These are not meant to be taken seriously, or as an official part of the fandom.

As well, all of these have been taken from my Tumblr specifically.

Red and Scarlet _ The origins of evil

Rating: T

Completion State: 21/?

Summary: Ladybug was defeated.Betrayed, lost, thrown in the mud, the only thing she has left now is hate.

Jason is lonely.

Rejected by his family, misunderstood by everyone, the only thing he has left are his weapons.

Two souls consumed by the world who together will find comfort with each other. But the madness that surrounds them may well bring them to an end.

Residual Rice

This story isn't some cute, sweet story. It's Dark.

It's the story of a girl's descent into hell who gradually goes insane and who will take others with her.

Rating: T

Completion State: 13/13

Summary: I have a lot of ideas but I don't necessarily have the time to write them. I propose here to put all my ideas of stories that I could have but that I wouldn't (or probably won't) write .

Robin's Pet

Chapter 1: I should’ve valued you more [Brucinette]

Chapter 2: Partners in Crime [Jasonette]

Chapter 3: Batman's mother. [No paring]

Chapter 4: Let it go. [Dickinette]

Chapter 5: I should’ve valued you more [Part 2] [MariLex]

Chapter 6: I should’ve valued you more [Part 3] [Catwoman POV]

Chapter 7: I should’ve valued you more [Part 4] [Dick and Alfred POV]

Chapter 8: I should’ve valued you more [Final] [Bruce POV]

Chapter 9: If only he could miss me. [MariJon]

Chapter 10: Born to be a hero. [Deus ex machina Marinette]

Chapter 11: Batman's mother. [Part 2]

Chapter 12: Revenge ? [Timinette] [Jasonette]

Rating: Not Rated

Completion State: 1/3

Summary: Marinette is reincarnated as a mystical animal and becomes the pet of Damian Wayne, aka Robin.

Her life should be peaceful... If only Batman would stop persecuting her!!!!

Seven different ways to announce your pregnancy [Jasonette]

Rating: T

Completion State: 9/9

Summary: Different little stories about the couple Marinette x Jason, and the announcement of Marinette's pregnancy.

A time to find you

Chapter 1: I didn't mean it!

Chapter 2: Uuuuh… Surprise ?

Chapter 3: Against all odds.

Chapter 4: Stalker.

Chapter 5: Be the father of my baby!

Chapter 6: The day everything snaps.

Chapter 7: Unprotected se* makes babies, Jason!

Chapter 8: Bonus from story 1 to 4.

Chapter 9: Bonus from story 5 to 7.

Rating: G

Completion State: 2/2

Summary: Some people take a major role in our lives. Unfortunately, we don't always realize the value of this person until he or she leaves.

Jon has met this person. Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. [MariJon]

Waynes' Baby-Sitter

Rating: G

Completion State: 3/?

Summary: Marinette needed to rebuild her life after a certain incident...She who dreamed of being a stylist is now... The Baby-sitter of a whole family?!

You're my peace

Rating: T

Completion State: 4/4

Summary: Jason gives up on chasing Batman, convinced that it will be of absolutely no use. He ends up in Paris, where he will meet a charming young woman called Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Maybe the peace he needs desesperatly is right in front of his apartment's door?

Marinette is a young tortured woman. Abandoned by everyone, she lives as a hermit in her apartment, only going out very rarely. Everything will change the day she meets her charming neighbor. The guy releases an aura of mysterious and powerful magic. What if the peace she so badly needs is in the arms of a beautiful brunette with blue eyes?

You're my World

Rating: T

Completion State: 4/4

Summary: This is a Spin-Off from the fic "You're my Peace". It will be a series of One-Shot about scenes and events that I couldn't add in the first part of the fic.

#ricebullet #deleted fics #maribat #marijon #timinette #jasonette #dick x marinette

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Sugar and Bikes and Everything Nice

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: G

WC: ~0.4k

A/N: I hate this title but I hate "Jasonette MC #1" a little bit more so this is what you get. Inspiration from Ella again<3 Inspo reel here

It was the last light before leaving city limits, and of course it was red.

Jason silently grumbled in the back seat, forced to squish his long legs into the small space while Dick was the one who drove, the shrimp.

(He was only two inches taller than Dick but he was going to complain about the unfairness the entire time. Stupid coin toss. He knew he should have picked heads for luck–it had certainly paid off when he took over Gotham’s crime circuit.)

The sound of a motorycle pulling up caught his attention and he glanced out the window curiously. A black and silver Triumph Scrambler 1200 XE slowed to a stop beside Bruce’s Ghost, but surprisingly, the bike was not what made Jason stare, it was the rider.

A black helmet with red trim covered her head, but the riding leathers did nothing to hide her feminine form.

She felt his stare and flipped up the visor.

Sparkling blue eyes caught his and she raised an eyebrow in a question/challenge.

He rolled the window down. “Nice bike!”

“Thanks; you bike too?”

“Yeah, have a Multistrada V4 S.”

“Nice.”

The light turned green and Jason cursed its fickleness for cutting short his chat with Biker Girl, but to his surprise she kept up with them and they yelled chatted for a while, introducing themselves and talking shop.

“I turn right up ahead, do you?” she finally called.

Jason shook his head. “We’re keeping straight.”

Yanking her glove off with her teeth, why was that so hot, she dug in her pocket with her bare hand and pulled out her phone, opening it to ‘Contacts.’

Jason held out his hand to grab her phone and quickly input his number, then texted himself a bike emoji to get her number.

Leaning out the window, he returned her phone, their fingers brushing as he did so.

“Have a safe ride!” he called, and Marinette nodded and waved as she sped around the curve.

Jason met Dick’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Are you happy you came, Little Wing?”

Jason glared at him. “‘Are you happy you came, Little Wing?’” he mocked. “You sound like such a dad.” He pulled out his phone, ignoring Dick, and immediately made a new contact for Marinette🏍.

Me: Hey, this is Jason from the car. Would you be free to meet for tea sometime?

Taglist: @questioning-blob-of-fog

#Jasonette #Maribat Meetcute #MM #ali writes #Fic #Maribat #Dcxmlb #Mlbxdc

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ali-annals · 3 months

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i could be the way forward (i know I'll pay for it) (forever is the sweetest con, pt 2)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng PART ONE Moodboard

Rating: G | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.6k | TW: -

Years after retiring from Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes by many other names, switching identities as easily as she breathes…until she tries to swindle the wrong guy.

Marinette swirled her olive in the dregs of her martini, forlornly chewing on the other. The chatter of the multitude of people passing through the bar was a welcome background noise for her to tune out as she thought of her ex-partner.

The news anchor’s voice suddenly cut through her thoughts of dark hair and teal eyes. Had he said-

“Oh, he was the sweetest boy, always so polite,” said a little old lady who had appeared on the stool next to her. She looked harmless, but she wouldn’t have survived this long in a city like Gotham without having something up her sleeve. “We all missed him greatly. He was a ray of sunshine, one that Gotham let through her smog to give us all hope.”

Marinette turned to her. “Would you mind telling me more about him and what’s happening? I’m somewhat new here.”

The party was in full swing by the time her limo pulled up to the event hall. The chauffeur opened the door for her, her date for the night getting out and offering his hand in silent escort.

They entered the hall, fashionably late and thus commanding everyone’s attention without even trying. She knew she looked good, having put her own touch on the off-the-rack dress she’d found in an adorable boutique.

She took in the crowd as she descended the stairs, using her temporary height to her advantage. So many dark-haired men here, yet the one she wanted to see wasn’t.

Her date led her to a small group of people by the foot of the stairs, two of which had ‘PRESS’ lanyards over their suit and dress.

“Clark, Lois, it’s good to see you! How have you been? This is my date, Melody Dupain. Melody, these are my friends, Clark Kent and Lois Lane.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” she nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Melody,” said Lois. “We just talked the other day, nothing’s changed,” she added to her date.

“Good to hear. Excuse us, the mayor wanted a word.”

Marinette continued on her way, taking the time her date was socializing to scan the room.

She excused herself from the conversation, heading in the direction of the French doors she’d spotted as she came in.

The cool air was refreshing after the heat of the ballroom and cloying perfumes. She found a quiet spot overlooking the gardens, underneath a garden party tent of some kind. Little drops of rain soon echoed calmingly as they bounced off the canvas top.

“May I have this dance?”

She startled, the rain having covered anyone’s approaching footsteps.

“Dancing is a dangerous game. Haven’t you read any Jane Austen, where the characters fall in love because they danced?”

She turned, her breath catching.

He smirked. “Of course I’ve read Jane Austen; I’m not a heathen, what do you take me for?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching my ex-swindling-partner attempt to swindle my dad, apparently,” he shrugged. “And just when I thought life was going to be boring again.”

“How…was everything I heard true?”

“Depends on what you heard, but probably. Although the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’m fine now.”

“Jay.”

“Look, this isn’t a great place to get into everything. How about we skip the party and go get Batburger?”

She hadn’t even heard the end of his proposition and she grabbed his hand, leading the way out.

“I’ll take you to my favourite gargoyle and we can talk there.”

“Of course you have a favourite gargoyle,” she rolled her eyes at him fondly.

He opened the door to a black Rolls Royce.

She settled in the comfy seat appreciatively, running her hands over the dash. “You finally got your fancy car, huh?”

He chuckled dryly. “Yep. First long con I ever did, and I’m still runnin’ it. Now I’m actually old enough to drive the things.”

“Please just tell me you’re not pretending to be Bruce’s dead son,” she said as they pulled into the Batburger drive through.

“No, I wouldn’t do that…well, maybe. But no, I’m the real dead son. But why are you trying to swindle the guy who has a dead son?”

“Not so dead anymore,” she retorted, waving at him. “Because I had to see if it was really you, homme stupide . I came to Gotham because it’s a wonderful place to hide, and then I found my ex-partner beat me to swindling high society, only it might not be a swindle at all! What did you even need the money for, if your dad is the richest guy in America?!”

He shrugged, paying and collecting their order. “His money ain’t my money. Also, he didn’t know I was alive, and I had some…things to take care of first.”

They climbed up the rusty fire escape to the roof of the building that housed his favourite gargoyle. Jason handed her her burger and fries.

“Your dress looks really nice, Mar. Did you make it?”

“I restyled it,” she sniffed, biting hungrily into her burger. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Why are you so mad? I’m not even stopping you conning my dad or giving you away.”

“Because I thought I’d never see you again, and then I did and I wasn’t even prepared for it, and now I’m thrown all off-kilter! And I can’t in good conscience hustle your dad, he’s your dad !”

“I mean, if it helps, I hustle him all the time,” he shrugged, bumping her shoulder with his.

“It really doesn’t…okay, maybe a little bit. But I’m still not stealing from your dad! This was going to be my last con.”

“What? Why?” He looked at her, startled. “Are you in trouble?”

“Not as far as I know,” she bit a fry moodily in half. “I’m tired of it. Constantly looking over my shoulder, switching up my identity, never getting close to anyone. I’ll use what I have to settle down somewhere and set up a sewing shop or something, live a boring life and find a husband and have two-point-five kids…”

“It’ll never work.”

Marinette punched his shoulder for his immediate pessimistic shut-down.

“Ow! I mean, you won’t be happy without the adrenaline rush, the danger. But,” he raised his finger, “I have an idea.”

“Do tell,” she said dryly, used to his ideas.

“Marry me.”

She coughed out the fry she’d been eating. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious. Marry me. It’ll take care of a lot of problems for us. We can’t legally testify against each other, in case our pasts catch up to us. You’ll be richer than Croesus, you can bug Bruce all the time –and it’ll be great leverage for me: “Bruce, how could you date your future daughter-in-law”--and we can go around long-conning society with a permanent identity and no one to catch us.”

“And just how will we do that?” she asked, getting interested in spite of herself.

“I can only tell you if you agree,” he said mock-solemnly.

She punched his shoulder again.

“Ow! If you’re gonna turn to punching me, maybe I'll take it back!”

“Tell me why we’re long-conning society, Jason,” she threatened.

“Because we’re the Todd-Waynes during the day, but the vigilantes Red Hood and Mrs Red Hood (name subject to change) at night!”

She blinked at him. “That makes so much sense. Wait, why will I be a vigilante?”

He gave her a flat look. “Pixie. You told me you used to be a hero. You need the adrenaline rush, that’s why you’re currently a swindler. You can go back to heroing, get your thrills, and feel good about it while you do it, instead of sullying your conscience by swindling old men grieving the loss of their son-ow!”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But you have to answer a few questions for me first.”

“Only if you answer three of mine.”

“You’re a horrible negotiator.”

He simply smiled serenely at her.

She huffed. “Fine, I’ll answer three of your questions, but you have to answer as many as I ask you. You are getting the better part of the deal, may I remind you.”

“Sounds good.”

“Why do you want to marry me?”

“Ooh, loaded question, right off the bat. Well, I like you. I can trust you, we work well together, we know each other well already.”

“Why did you stay so long with me if your dad is a billionaire?”

“To take care of you. Also, it was nice to have someone around who knew me but also didn’t know me, if you know what I mean.”

“Crystal clear,” she deadpanned. “But yes, I think so. You wanted someone to know you without knowing the past you with all the baggage and pre-made judgments. I felt the same way. Why did you want to take care of me?”

“Why not? I like you.”

“Jason! You can’t just say stuff like that!”

“You wanted the truth!”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna fall off this roof in shock!”

“I’ll catch you then. As long as you’re falling for me.”

Marinette sputtered at his blatant flirting. “ You’ll be falling because of me.”

“I already am.”

“Jason Todd!”

The banter and interrogation continued until all the burgers and fries were gone. Jason sighed, leaning back on his elbows, kicking his feet over the side. “There’s something you should probably know before we do anything else.”

She eyed him cautiously. “Okay…”

“I wasn’t planning on partnering with you, but I felt like there was something between us after the first night. We got along so well after that, and it was an easy cover to keep when I had some Hood business to take care of. But we spent more time together, and I started falling for you. It wasn’t the plan, but I couldn’t stop–and I didn’t particularly want to stop, either. I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

She bit her lip hard, willing away the tears. “I love you too, Jason Todd-Wayne.”

#jasonette #fic #ali writes #mgi cw 24 #dcxmlb

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maribatserver · 2 years

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Tag Team Tournament 2022

Are you ready to tag into Maribat?

This summer, from July 31 – August 6th, the Maribat Discord Server will be hosting our first ever Tag Team Tournament event!

Eight teams will be competing to post as much new content as possible during the event: all to find out which ship is truly the most popular in our fun little corner of the fandom!

Our teams this summer, in no particular order:

Spandex Flex - Dickinette Book Design - Jasonette Art Couple - Daminette Java Junkies - Timari Lucky Shot - Roynette Sunshine Children - Marijon 3's Company - Poly Ships Rare Flair - Any Ship Without a Team

Who's on the teams? Well, anyone who wants to be! And since this is the Tag Team Tournament, creators can tag in and tag out of teams as they please, creating as much or as little as they’d like to support each ship — multishippers rejoice! We'll be releasing logos for each team as we get closer to the event, so keep an eye out in the weeks to come!

How do you participate? Our full Event Guide Document explains everything you need to know, including the rules, submission guidelines, scoring guidelines, and more! You’ll also find the submission form — only content submitted through this form will be scored for your team, so make sure you read the whole document and fill it out.

If you're posting on AO3, we have an Event Collection for your fics. If you're posting on Tumblr, make sure to tag your creation with #TTT2022 so we can see it and reblog it here!

If you’d like to keep an eye on the scores for each team (and maybe tag into a team to help bump them up), our Event Guide Document offers a publicly accessible tracker, complete with live-updating team totals!

In the mean time, we hope you'll join us in the Maribat Discord Server as we prepare for the event!

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mochegato · 3 years

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Jasonette Protection Program

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Marinette pulled her coat closer around her as she made her way from the bus stop to her apartment. She had made the brilliant decision when she moved here not to get a car because… Gotham. The likelihood that it would get damaged or destroyed in some kind of attack was ridiculously high. The likelihood the bus would get blown up or taken over, while definitely still present, was significantly lower.

But today she was regretting that decision. It meant she couldn’t isolate herself like she wanted to. It meant she was exposed to anybody and everybody at the bus stop and on the bus and on the sidewalk and any one of them could have been the one to drug her. She eyed the people around her as she walked. Okay, maybe not the woman who looked like she was in her 90’s and could barely walk… and dropped her knitting out of her bag.

Marinette rushed over to her and paused right before reaching her. She twirled around and scanned the faces around her. She could feel somebody watching her. She could feel their eyes scrutinizing her every move. She studied the shadows and the windows, but couldn’t find anyone watching her. She frowned slightly and shook her head. She was getting paranoid. She was seeing and feeling things that weren’t there.

She sighed and turned back to the woman, crouching down to help her put her knitting back in her bag. The woman smiled in appreciation, which Marinette returned with a shaky one of her own. She walked the remaining few feet to her apartment building and took a cautious look up and down the dark street before turning into it. She made sure she heard the click of the door latching before continuing up the stairs, not that it would do anything. Logically she knew that, but her anxiety still demanded it.

She kept her eyes on the stairwell as she made her way up to her apartment on the top floor, eyes hyper vigilant for any movement, her ears hyper sensitive to any sounds from the stairs. She got to her floor and paused for a few moments waiting to see if any sounds or movement indicated someone behind her. She let out a relieved sigh when there was no noise and turned to her apartment before letting out a muffled screech.

Jason jumped, dropping his phone he had been scrolling on, in his rush to hold up his hands in a placating motion. “Just me. It’s okay. It’s just me.” He watched her for a few seconds. She was starting to breathe hard, her eyes were boring into him. “Although I just realized you may not remember me. So this was actually an incredibly stupid plan.” He took a few steps away from her door, his hands still held up to let her know he wasn’t a threat.

Marinette continued to stare at him for a few more seconds, forcing her breathing to slow. “You… you’re Tim’s brother, right? You… you were…” she squinted at him, “you were in my bedroom?”

Jason grimaced and looked down to the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… that doesn’t make me sound too good, does it?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”

He perked up slightly and gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing today. It can hit a day or a few days later sometimes. And I’m a security expert. I consult on it for people and companies. I wanted to offer to check your security for you so you’d feel safe, at least when you’re at home.” He turned to her door and knocked on the doorframe. “I can already tell that you need better locks. I could have broken in easily, but I didn’t think you would appreciate finding me in your apartment.”

She raised an eyebrow at him but let out a quiet chuckle and looked away after a few seconds. “You would be right.” She looked back up at him and tentatively walked over closer to her door. “But, I don’t think I can afford to hire you.”

Jason waved off her concern. “I wouldn’t let you. I’d charge Tim for it. He can afford it and he’s worried enough that I’m actually kind of surprised he hasn’t contacted me already, but I suppose that has something to do with him not wanting you to meet me in the first place.”

Marinette quirked her lips to the side and studied him. The longer she watched and talked to him the more memories came back and the clearer they became. She was slowly starting to get bits and pieces of the night before, not enough to create a coherent picture, just incredibly short scenes, a word here, a smile there. Regardless of what she could remember though, this was Tim’s brother and although Tim didn’t want them to meet, he trusted him, not that she would ever be allowed to say that out loud to either of them.

She finally nodded and pulled out her keys. “Well, I can at least offer you dinner while you’re here. If you’d like.” She gave him a small smile as she passed him into the apartment taking off her coat and dropping her bag on the small dining room table.

Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise. After the way she had reacted when she saw him, he honestly didn’t think she would talk to him let alone let him into her apartment. He was starting to understand how she could have gotten drugged so easily if she was that trusting. But then again, Tim had said they all were being careful. Her even more so than the others. So why was she so trusting now? “I would never turn down free food,” he said slowly.

He closed the door behind him with a quick glance at the inside part of the lock, confirming his original suspicions. Standard issue, not particularly secure. He could have picked it in all of three minutes when he was only eight. He didn’t have to lean down to study the doorknob to know it was in worse condition. One good kick and the door would be wide open. He sighed. If anyone wanted to get into her apartment, it wouldn’t take them very much effort.

He turned back to the apartment, letting his frown morph into a smile. Her apartment was cozy and lived in and very much her. There were touches of her everywhere along with some touches that he wouldn’t have expected. He shook his head at the condition of the apartment. It wasn’t terribly messy but it also wouldn’t count as anything close to clean. He could see why she and Tim got along so well. Neither could clean up after themselves to save their lives.

There were bits of fabric and half completed sewing projects scattered around along with random pages of scientific reports. He raised an eyebrow at that. Odd combination. His eyes caught on men’s shoes by the door. He scrunched his forehead in confusion. If she lived with someone, where were they? Where were they last night? Why hadn’t Tim mentioned him? “You live with someone? A boyfriend?”

Marinette looked up from the refrigerator. “No. Well, yes, but no. I live with my best friend,” she explained quickly, “but he’s visiting friends this week.”

Jason nodded. That was good at least. She wasn’t living alone. There was someone else with her usually. That makes it less likely someone could just break in and attack her. He moved over to the window and sighed again, more deeply this time. It was worse than the door. “No curtains. You should probably get some, preferably lined ones. This lock is ancient too. It wouldn’t take much to jimmy it. We’ll get you new locks for your windows and your door.”

Marinette looked at him wide eyed as she set a bunch of grapes and a jug of filtered water from the refrigerator on the counter. She hadn’t been expecting the locks to be that bad. She knew it wasn’t amazing, but then again, she hadn’t really been too concerned about being specifically targeted here. Nobody really knew who she was, or rather used to be. She was just an average citizen here.

She stared at the window for a few seconds, her head cocking to the side and her eyes unfocusing as her mind wandered through the possibilities of what could have happened and what still could. She was no longer safe, not even in her own home. But then again, she never really had been had she? She had just thought she was. She thought she was safer after they’d defeated Hawkmoth, but she’d just traded one danger for another.

Jason watched as her face morphed from one expression to another, her eyes distant. Her face clearly displaying each and every emotion she was going through, no matter how flitting. Jason could guess where her head went. When her eyes started shimmering, he opened his mouth to bring her out of it when her phone rang. She jerked back violently, knocking over the jug of water.

She cursed as she tried to stop the jug’s descent only to knock it further away, further spreading the water. She gave a defeated groan and grabbed a towel from a nearby drawer to start sopping up the water. Jason jumped to grab a few more towels to help. It took a few minutes, but they were finally able to clean up the water with a minimum of damage to papers left on the counter. Luckily, none of Marinette’s sketches were on the island anymore but Adrien was definitely going to have to reprint some of his papers for research.

Marinette gave Jason an appreciative smile and threw the papers in recycling and the towels in the sink. She let out a deep frustrated sigh as she leaned against the counter. After a few seconds, she ran her hands through her hair and laughed. Jason frowned at the sound. It was short and mirthless and sounded utterly wrong coming from her. He could see her starting to spin but didn’t know her well enough to know how to help. God, he really hadn’t thought this through.

Jason very slowly started reaching for her so she could see his hands coming. Shen she didn’t shy away, he set a hand on her arm to ground her. She looked up into his eyes, panicked eyes meeting concerned eyes. They both jumped when her phone started ringing again. They both chuckled quietly at their reactions.

“Sorry…” she started but was cut off by another ring. She shook her head at herself. She hadn’t even noticed the original call had dropped. She checked the caller id and smiled at the phone. “Hey Tim.” She paused to listen to him. “No, I’m fine. I just… I knocked something over and was cleaning it. Sorry for scaring you.”

She gave Jason an apologetic smile as she listened to Tim. “I’m doing okay, I guess. I think I’m just jumpy… and getting paranoid. I could have sworn someone was watching me walk home, but when I looked nobody was around or rather nobody was paying attention to me.” She missed the slight grimace Jason shot toward the floor. “No, thank you though. Actually, your brother is here already.” She smiled at Jason again and put Tim on speaker.

“…that so. That’s very thoughtful of him,” Tim quipped in a clipped tone.

“Yeah, he’s checking my locks,” Marinette continued, seemingly oblivious to the tension in his voice, or attributing it to his concern. “Apparently my door and window locks are pretty bad,” Marinette frowned at the thought.

“Uh huh. Well it’s just so great that he came over then,” Tim gritted out.

Marinette did a double take when Jason’s phone dinged repeatedly with an extended series of text notifications. She blinked at it a few times before looking questioningly at Jason. He rolled his eyes and turned his phone off. He met her eyes with a shrug and a wink as he sat at her island.

“Tell him I say hi and remind him he has plans with Bruce soon,” Tim continued tightly.

Jason huffed. “Tell him to tell B, I'm not going on patrol until Demon Spawn calms down. And tell him I’m sending him the bill for this.” He motioned vaguely around them.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Tim conceded easily before his voice turned harsh again, “And tell him…”

“You two do realize you can hear each other and you two both know you can hear each other and I know you can hear each other and I’m not an owl!” Marinette admonished them sharply.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Tim started chuckling. “Sorry, Hermione.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She nodded at the phone even though he couldn’t see her.

“Hey! That makes me Ron? What the fuck?” Jason objected raising up from his seat in offense.

“Oh come on, you’d look good with red hair,” Marinette teased him lightly.

“You better fucking not be Ron,” Tim growled. “You’re more like Draco anyway,” he continued flippantly.

“Fuck you, Pretender,” Jason growled.

“Yeah, this is making me feel better,” Marinette sighed, leaning against the counter.

There was a guilty pause as the men took in her words. “Sorry,” Jason finally spoke up after a while.

“What?” Marinette gave him a curious look until realization set in. “Oh! No, I was serious. You two remind me of my friends. It feels comforting, normal.”

Tim waited a second before speaking up cautiously. “So… you’re okay for tonight? You feel safe?”

Marinette smiled at the phone again. “Yeah, Tim. I’m okay. Thanks for checking on me.”

“Of course. Let me know if that changes. I’ll be over in three minutes flat,” he promised.

Marinette grinned mischievously. “Do I get a free pizza if you take longer?”

Tim huffed out a laugh. “Absolutely.”

“Sweet. I might test it just for that,” she teased him. “Night, Tim.”

“Night. And tell Jason to turn his phone back on before I do it for him.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Still not an owl,” she singsonged before she hung up. She looked over to Jason with a concerned smile. “Do you have to go? It sounded like you already had plans?”

Jason waved her off and took the battery out of his phone before leaning against the counter near her. “I have plenty of time. Like I said, if I show up now De… Damian is going to attack me.” Marinette’s eyes widened in concern but Jason waved her off again. “It’s fine. He isn’t as tough as he thinks he is. He wouldn’t be able to hurt me, but Bruce would yell at me for it and Dick would give me his disappointed in you lecture. It’s better for everyone if I stay away for a few days.”

He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tim just doesn’t want me stealing his friend away with my superior looks and charm.”

Marinette scowled lightly at him. “Tim is very handsome and charming,” she insisted defensively.

Jason shot her a devilish smile. “But not as much as me, right?”

Marinette scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. “You certainly seem to think so.” She rinsed some grapes and set them in a bowl between the two of them. “But he’s the only reason you’re here right now. If you weren’t Tim’s brother and we hadn’t met last night when you were fairly respectful of me in my… state…”

“Fairly!?” Jason squawked.

“I’d have called, well, not the cops, but Tim, to take care of you,” she continued over him. She grabbed a grape and chewed on it while she watched him appraisingly as she leaned back against the counter opposite him. “Do you make a habit of stealing his friends?”

Jason shrugged and grabbed a few grapes. “No, we generally move in different…” he searched for a nice way to phrase it, “circles.”

She hummed in response. “And yet here you are, willingly entering in a circle with one of his friends.” She eyed him pointedly. She quickly broke their eye contact to look down and cross her arms over her chest protectively. “Thank you for breaking into this particular circle to help me out. Last night spooked me more than I want to admit.”

“Did you want to talk about it? Or pretend like it never happened. I can help with either,” Jason offered.

Marinette stared at the grapes for a while without talking. Jason was certain she was about to start spiraling again when she spoke up quietly. “I was keeping an eye on my drinks. I only took my eyes off of them when I was around people I trusted and we weren’t exactly close to other people for someone to just slip something in.” She frowned and looked at nothing in particular. She poured herself a glass of water and held the rim of the glass against her lips without drinking it as she remembered the night before. “I don’t know which scares me more, that someone was that good to get it in with all of us there or…”

“That one of the people you trust might be responsible,” Jason finished for her after a few seconds of silence. When she looked up to meet her eyes, she looked so shaken and uncertain, he wanted to pull her into a tight, reassuring hug, but after the night before, he wasn’t sure a virtual stranger’s embrace would be the most reassuring. He settled for moving to lean against the counter next to her so their arms were almost touching, but she still had her personal space.

“Yeah,” she said wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her arms.

“You think you were the intended victim?” he asked curiously. He and Tim had already discussed the night and decided that she had to be, but he was curious what her thoughts were. “You don’t think it was just opportunistic. You think whoever was with targeting you.”

She shook her head and looked down, frowning at the floor. She gripped her arms tighter. “I don’t know. I was never alone and I only drank with my friends at our own table away from other people. I mean someone at the bar could have drugged it before it was brought over when the waitress brought drinks but…”

“How would they know who it would go to,” Jason finished again. “Seems unlikely they’d risk the drug like that if they didn’t know who it would go to. If they didn’t have a plan to get the person out.”

Marinette looked up at him anxiously and nodded. She studied him for a few more seconds before she shook herself out of her daze. She looked up at him with a fake smile. “So what are you feeling for dinner? I can make some pasta. I can do stir fry. I can whip up a casserole. What do you want?”

“I’ll be happy with whatever you feel like having tonight,” he assured her with a smile.

“I don’t… really… feel like eating,” she mumbled, looking away again. “This is more something for me to focus on instead of last night.”

Jason gave her a gentle smile and lowered himself to her level, trying to gain her attention. “Look, I know you don’t know me but why don’t we order take out and we can watch a movie, or if you want to be alone, I can leave.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” she answered quickly, instantly looking over to him with a desperate look in her eyes.

Jason nodded slowly and gave her a gentle smile. He rested his hands lightly on her arms to reassure her he was there and not going anywhere unless she wanted him to. “That’s understandable. I wouldn’t want to be either. Do you want me to call Tim over? I know you probably feel safer with him and when he can’t be here in three minutes, you get a pizza.”

She gave him a wan smile. “No, I trust you. And I’m not really feeling pizza right now.”

Jason smiled back. “I want to joke and say that’s a terrible decision, but now doesn’t seem like the best time.” She gave him a deadpan look that made his grin widen. “I’ll save that for later,” he finished with a wink. His expression quickly turned serious as he watched her. “You should eat though. What kind of food do you want to try? There’s a good Indian restaurant around the corner.”

She looked away. “I don’t want to order out. I don’t want food that I…”

Jason nodded and moved closer again. “Yeah, that’s reasonable. Let’s make something together, yeah? I saw some eggs and milk in your refrigerator and there’s bread on the counter. How do you feel about breakfast for dinner? French toast sound good? I think you call it Lost Bread? And how do you feel about Clueless?”

“The movie?” she asked confused.

“Yeah, adaptation of Jane Austen’s Emma.”

“Fan of Alicia Silverstone or Jane Austen?” she teased weakly.

“Both,” Jason answered with a wink.

Marinette snickered and nodded. “That all sounds amazing.” She moved away to start getting the pan and bowls out, watching him while he got the ingredients prepared. “Thank you, Jason. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“No problem. We’ll get things figured out so you can feel safe, or at least as safe as you can feel in Gotham,” he assured her, and himself. They were going to find who drugged her and make her feel safe again. Whoever it was messed with one of Tim’s friends, one of the few he really trusted, that means whoever it was messed with his family and nobody messed with their family.

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eat-sleep-cry-repeat · 3 years

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Jasonette soulmate things

so like I had this wonderful horrendous thought so like when your soulmate dies you feel it every bit and its common courtesy that you leave the person alone so they can grieve and like your fighting the person and then soulmate dies you stop fighting them apologize and leave!!!

So now all I can think about is Marinette as Ladybug fighting an alums and then all of a sudden her bright grin drops and she falls to her knees screaming bloody murder and the only words s she can get out are "....soulmate......gone..." Or some shit and hawk month just getting rid of the skins coming in person to apologize and in her grief Marionette rips of the miraculous from hawk mouth and that's how hawk moth was defeated now does this have to be jasonette no but it fits in the timeline best so ehhh

#jasonette #maribat #soulmate

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doctoranon · 3 years

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Jay-Bird Rock.

50′s Jasonette. Or at least a tease of it. This might have turned into a two shot.

Giggling arm in arm with one of her best friends, Marinette swayed into the popular Juke Joint ‘Bat Burger’ on the corner of Gotham’s main street. The music was blaring from the jook in the corner and she couldn’t help but bop along with the rhythm towards their destination, coordination be damned.

Madame Bourgeois had been invited to the Wayne Gala, of course, and when Chloe had learned her father would be declining his invitation (It was election season of course and he couldn't be away from Paris for even a week!) she had decreed she wouldn’t be attending without Marinette. As such, the two girls would soon be in attendance that night, but before that had wanted to enjoy themselves by getting a bite to eat and enjoy the different scenery the American city offered.

Looking over the menu and trying to figure out what sounded good, Marinette would swear she could feel eyes on her, but taking a swift look around, there was no one staring that she could notice. Bringing one hand up to fiddle nervously with one of her ladybug earrings, she figured it was just paranoia from the thought that the Joker gang was known for attacking in broad daylight.

While not something she wasn’t unused to, she was used to being able to fight back as Ladybug. But Ladybug was a magical Heroine from Paris, who dealt with an actual magical villain, not a street brawler or vicious gang in Gotham.

Feeling the presence of someone by the table, the two girls looked up from their menus, expecting to see a waitress ready to take their order, but had to refrain from rolling their eyes at the duo of boys that had crowded them instead.

“Well ain't you birds a knockout.” the first one schmoozed, leaning his arm over the back of the girls seat, putting him clearly into Mari’s space. Unappreciative of the intrusion, Mari leaned away closer to Chloe, raising a questioning brow at the audacity. Is this what Americans considered etiquette? Sharing a look with Chloe she knew she had had the same thought, though probably a little more vicious in execution.

“Beat feet, Chuckle-head.” Chloe snapped, not having the patience for her afternoon to be interrupted, least of all by a couple of Dunderheads. “We’re no back seat bingo girl’s and thoroughly not interested.” she sniffed, the tried and tested daughter of the Mayor act masking her face.

“Aww, come on sweet cheeks, don’t be like that.” The second one chimed in, leering at Chloe with a smirk. “That’s not what’s happening here. We’re just two upstanding gentlemen looking to invite two hot mamas to cut a rug with us.”

The first of the unwelcome disturbances had taken to leaning in closer to Marinette, not leaving her with much room at all, a frown etched deeply on her face. “Whatcha say, gonna hang with us?” he asked moving his free hand to move a stray hair from her face.

Before she could even move her own hand to stop him, another hand grabbed his wrist, stopping it firmly in place. Following the hand up past the leather clad arm, she was met wit the sight of the dreamiest guy she’d ever seen, his black hair styled like a greaser, and his figure cutting an impressive figure. Meeting his eyes, her breath caught and a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

“Hey Doll, these boys bothering you?” he asked, as she melted. His voice was the richest baritone she’d heard and she wouldn’t lie to herself, she wanted to hear him call her Doll again.

“As a matter of fact-” Chloe started before being cut off by the second annoyance.

“Hey man, these are our birds, go find your own.” Well if that wasn’t the wrong thing to say. Marinette watched as the man’s blue eyes turned to ice as he looked at the boys harassing them.

Pushing the one he had a hold of back and into his friend, the black haired dreamboat scoffed, pulling a smoke from behind his ear and placing the tip between his lips. She had no idea how a man could make that so damn sexy to watch, but this one succeeded. Watching him light it up and take a drag, Mari felt herself flush, and reached behind her to grasp Chloe’s hand to keep herself grounded.

Even her crush on Adrian hadn’t been this fast and hard, but the man in front of her was something else entirely. From the way he held himself, brimming with confidence, to the way he expelled the smoke he’d inhaled, he had her craving his name and wanting his presence.

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Demolishing the Burger in front of him, Jason Todd savoured the flavour of real food. Tonight was the Wayne Gala, and he knew from experience it would be posh finger food and no amount of pleading would change that.

He’d even brought Tim with him on his pilgrimage to Bat Burger. Knowing his sleep deprived brother, he could use the pick me up before the masses of pretentious gasbags shmoozed with them, trying to gain B’s favour. Not that it had ever worked for any of them.

His attention was caught by a swish of pink and a lyrical giggle as a couple of girls passed them by, and his eyes followed, head tilted in interest as he watched the swaying hips and bobbing head of the prettiest girl he had ever seen head towards an open booth.

A nudge from his left brought his awareness back to the fact he was gawking with his burger hovering in front of his face. Taking a large bite he cut his eyes to his brother to be greeted with a knowing smirk. “Ya dont have the time Jay-bird.” Tim told him, taking a bite of his own burger and gesturing with it towards the two girls. “We’ve got about enough time for this before B sicks Alfred or Dick on our tail to get ready.

Jason scoffed as he ran his hand over his quiffed hair, eyes moving back to the girl as she looked at her menu. Pity, she really was a knockout if ever he did see one, but he knew what his brother said was true, they were on borrowed time right now and could probably expect Dick to saunter through the doors at any time to collect them. “Killjoy.” he grumbled back, finishing his burger off in one bite, and wiping his hands on a napkin.

Pushing back from the counter, he reached over to swat the back of Tim’s head. “Come on then, Timmers let's hit the road.” he sighed, twirling his ride’s keys around his finger. He chanced one last look back at the girls before freezing. Two of the Joker gang wannabes were crowding them into the booth, a no good look on their faces.

Protective instincts flaring, Jason gripped his brothers shoulder to divert his attention to the situation, meeting his eyes as they held a silent conversation. Really it was none of their business, but they had the self respect to know a couple of uninterested girls when they saw them, and he was sure Alfred would rake him over the coals if he just let them be harassed, personal interest put aside.

Making his way over, his anger got the best of him as he saw the one guy crowding and reaching to touch the girl who had caught his attention. His arm was already grasping the offending appendage before he could stop himself. “Hey Doll, these boys bothering you?” he asked, meeting the bluest eyes he had ever had the privilege of looking into.

When her friend was cut off, he scoffed, pushing the miserable little snob into his equally miserable pal. Taking his smoke from behind his ear, he put it to his lips and lit it, taking a drag and blowing it in their direction.

“I don’t seem to remember asking your opinion on the matter.” he cut back, feeling his brother take up a position at his back. “But I know you weren't about to continue harassing these lovely ladies, were you, ‘cos you’d be just aching for a breaking if you were.” he warned, speaking through the cigarette before taking another drag and taking it in hand.

He watched as the two boys sized him and Tim up before scoffing themselves and scurrying off, tails between their legs. Smirking he took another drag of his cigarette before turning to the two girls.

“You okay now, Kitten?” he asked, eyes firmly on the black haired beauty, before flickering towards the blond as she started to speak.

“We had it handled” she snapped at him, and he raised a brow, grinning at her attitude before looking back into the blue eyes that had caught his attention.

“I don’t doubt it, but I see two knuckleheads harassing a couple of pretty ladies, I ain't gonna leave them to it. Not how i was brought up.” he said, finishing his cigarette and putting it out on the tray on the table, having to lean over his girl slightly, coming close enough to make out the cute speckling of freckles across her nose.

“Thank you.” the girl murmured, her eyes having not left his since he made eye contact. Jason smirked about to answer back when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned annoyed as hell at the intrusion.

“Jay, come on, we’ve gotta beat feet.” Tim warned, though Jason noticed Tims own eyes sliding past him towards the blonde in the booth.

“Fine, whatever.” he snapped, pulling a comb out of his leather jacket to make sure his hair still fell as he liked it. Looking back at the girl he hesitated, he felt such a connection to the girl for having only shared a few words with her, biting his bottom lip he sighed.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Doll.” he told her, winking. He spared a glance at the blond to see her smirking at him, a calculating look in her eyes. Raising a challenging brow at her, he slapped his arm around Tims shoulders, pushing him from the table and following slowly.

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