#Batboys x Marinette

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 4-Orange (SUB)

Damian sighed as his brothers argued. They all wanted him to socialize more and were trying to figure out the best way to do it.

"Just go up and talk to someone." Jason declared.

"It's not that simple or he would have done it already." Tim stated.

"Tell someone a pun." Dick smiled, "It always works."

"No it doesn't." Jason argued.

Unbeknownst to their younger brother, the all had different goals in mind for him. Yes, the wanted him to socialize more, but for different reasons. The eldest wanted him to simply make a friend. Jason thought it was better if he landed someone's number so that he could communicate through text. It seemed the simplest option. He wouldn't even have to talk in person. Tim was hoping he'd get a girlfriend and would stay out of the manor more.

Damian sighed as he walked up to a girl with sketchbook open at the outdoor café. She seemed really into what she was drawing. She hadn't even noticed him. He quickly cleared his throat. When she looked up, he saw the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen and he was surrounded by blue eyes at home.

"Orange you glad you met me?" he quickly spoke, holding up a cup of orange juice.

The girl remained silent and looked at him confused. Embarassed, Damian pulled out the earpiece his brothers had given him and slammed it on the table.

'Idiots!'

Marinette looked at the earpiece and smiled softly.

"I'm assuming someone was telling you to say that." She spoke.

Damian froze and looked at the girl across from him.

"Yes." he whispered.

"Oh, thank kwami." She sighed in relief.

Damian looked at her in shock.

"If you were serious, I would have told you to fuck off." the girl giggled.

Damian smirked, "Is it okay if I sit here?"

She nodded.

"My brothers are attempting to get me to socialize more." he explained.

"Well, you're off to a good start." she stated, "Puns aside."

"I take it you don't like puns." Damian commented.

She rolled her eyes, "I've heard enough to last me a lifetime."

"Ex boyfriend?" he questioned.

"Flirty guy who wants to date me and thinks flirting with puns is ideal." she commented.

"You've met my older brother?" Damian asked, shocked.

She giggled and questioned, "Is your older brother blonde?"

"No." Damian answered.

"Then there's two idiots like that." she replied.

Damian sighed and rubbed his forehead, making her laugh.

"My father does it as well." she continued.

"My apologies." he spoke.

"Marinette." the girl smiled.

"My apologies, Marinette." he declared, "I'm Damian."

His brothers watched in shock as he took a seat a the table.

"I told you a pun would work!" Dick exclaimed, "Puns always work!"

"Then, why did he take out the earpiece, Nitwit?" Jason asked.

They put their binoculars up and saw their youngest brother smile.

"He better make her a friend, at least!" Jason snarled.

"Why?" Tim questioned.

Jason snickered, "She made him smile."

'Don't fuck this up, Damian!'

The Wayne boys were eager to know what happened once Damian got home. Dick just smiled in anticipation of a thank you. The moment Damian walked through the door, they were by his side.

"So, how did it go?" Dick smiled.

"Did you make a friend?" Tim asked.

"Please, tell me you at least got a name!" Jason shouted.

"It was alright." Damian commented, "I can't say we are friends, but I did learn her name."

"Yes!" Jason cried, "Baby steps!"

Dick smiled joyfully, "See, I told you puns always work."

"They don't." Damian stated, "She was about to tell me to fuck off."

Dick stared at him in shock as the other two laughed.

"You thought you were so cool." Tim laughed.

"She also stated that some blonde continuously flirts with her with puns." Damian announced, "She tells him to leave her alone constantly. Her father uses wordplay as a form of laughter as well, but she only accepts his commentary."

Dick sighed as Damian walked away, leaving the other two to playfully comfort and tease him. Damian walked into his room and locked the door. He pulled out his phone and looked at the new number in his phone.

'Marinette. She's not a friend, yet, but it was nice to talk to her about art.'

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[aksartisticlife]

This cool fanfic was great

[kawaiichibiart]

Back to this:

I really need more people to consider AdriBat and Wonder/AmazonMari.

Of the four main batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian) Marinette gets along the best with Jason and Tim, while Adrien gets along the best with Dick and Damian, no one really gets why or how.

If Selina hadn't called dibs first, Bruce would have claimed Adrien for the BatFam. Sorry Bruce, blondie's part of the Gotham City Sirens. Besides, isn't Marinette more up your alley? She fits the look.

Diana checks in on Marinette weekly. While she can't always be around to help train her, she's grown attached to the ladybug miraculous holder.

Marinette, turning on a lamp as Adrien sneaks into their shared hotel room via a window: Where were you?? Adrien, returning from another fun night with Catwoman, caught red-handed: I was with Damian!! Damian, turning on the other lamp: Try again.

Marinette and Adrien both spend a lot of time with Alfred in the kitchen. It's a safe zone for both of them, with Marinette sometimes baking alongside him and Adrien learning from them.

You bet your ass Paris finds out about Chat Noir's new favorite hobby (random Parisian: so you think Chat Noir will actually steal the Mona Lisa? Different Parisian: *thinking about it*...nah, but if my limited edition, glow in the dark, Cosmobug goes missing, I'm betting it's him *several weeks later* Different Parisian: CHAT NOIR STOLE MY LIMITED EDITION GLOW IN THE DARK COSMOBUG!!! I KNOW BECAUSE HE POSTED A SELFIE ABOUT IT!! *holds up phone that indeed shows a selfie of Chat Noir holding a limited edition glow in the dark Cosmobug with the caption "it's mine now sucker :3").

↑ It's the first thing Marinette sees when she checks the Ladyblog for potential akumas in case she has to teleport herself and Adrien back to Paris via Pegabug when they're back in Gotham. Yeah, she is not happy (Marinette: YOU HAD ONE, O N E, JOB!! MY KITTY'S A THIEF!!).

Harley definitely sits Marinette down and talks with her about healthy relationships. It's something the younger girl had mentioned that Harley knew she could help out with. After all, her past relationship with the Joker wasn't exactly private. And while she didn't think Marinette would ever become who she was back then, Harley is willing to sit down with her and give her any advice she needs to ensure her future relationships are healthy.

There are arguments over some of the costumes. Mainly between Marinette and Damian. If Adrien's around (meaning he's not stealing shit again) he'll just join the rest of the Batboys and Batgirls, and just watch the two of them go at it like tennis match.

Jason takes both of them to a rage room. Jason: You said you couldn't feel negative emotions or some shit like that because of that butterfly fucker, right? Have at it. Enjoy breaking shit. Scream. Cry. Let it out. What's he gonna do? Show up? Good. I'll shoot him...right in the- Marinette: DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT!!

Adrien totally considers having the Bats take in Felix after he becomes Argos. For no other reason than: he's a bird. The Robins are birds. It makes sense.

If we go with the whole "class visits Gotham" thing, they're either already in Gotham when their class comes to visit, or had just returned to Paris only to go back to Gotham.

↑ No one is sure what's more surprising: Marinette knowing the Wayne's on a personal level, to the point she can argue with the youngest and not get in trouble or Adrien apparently having a room in Harley Quinn's and Poison Ivy's apartment.

[raisedonjesusandliterature]

Okay, so I have fallen headfirst into the fandom of the BatFamily (no regrets, I love all my children so very much!!!), and I just realized something because I am also a part of the Miraculous fandom… there was that period where there were DC x ML crossover fanfics, right? And I just need to know… Damian? Of all the batboys, we chose a serious, assassin-raised child for sweet, clumsy, adoring Marinette. Don’t get me wrong, I love my angsty boy very much, I am just slightly confused.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

I just came from your Tim and Adrien relationship reveal fic from AO3 and I just about to send you a request with a Adrien ship, but you said, not too? I'm not trying to be rude, but can you explain why, please?

So here is the thing and I hope you don't hate me for it but I don't like Adrien. If you go thru my other fics, I don't always write him in a good light. At one point I hated him.

My reasons are stupid and petty. Basically, my rabbit hole into the Maribat fandom began with Miraculous salt fics. This was kinda post s3-ish. Most were based on the part where everyone was taking Lila's side over Marinette. There are ones with a good Adrien but I really like the ones where Adrien kinda suffers by either doing nth or being an enabler for Lila. He realizes too late that he likes Marinette when he sees her dating someone else (Luka, any batboys, Peter Parker). That's where the Adrien salt fics come in. TLDR; I became biased against Adrien/Chat Noir.

The Tim/Adrien one was me doing it for shit and giggles. I got the fic idea as a prompt and thought what the hell. (I was also desperate for any positive validation bc I felt like a huge failure at the time of writing that fic. I am over it now.)

What I learned from that experience was that Adrien was hard to write. Because I couldn't relate to him. He didn't feel like a main character to me. Somehow, I had other people doing the plot work while Adrien felt like he was just there.

The 'no Adrien ship' thing happened bc a few months after that, I got another Adrien ship prompt. To the one who sent that Jason x Adrien prompt, I am sorry I never worked on it. I did try once just to say I did but I couldn't even get one decent paragraph out. I couldn't get into his head. In addition, my bias against Adrien was there stopping me.

Marinette is just easier for me to work with so I usually just stick with her.

I could probably try to write an Adrien ship if it is a good prompt. But I cannot guarantee that it will ever see the light of day.

Another reason this might never see the light of day is that I kinda busy these day irl. I hv also kinda move on from Maribat. The reason that my Maribat fics are still being updated is bc I hv commited and once I commit, I will stick with it for as long as I can.

So I hope that explains most of it.

[intercoursefluids]

not to be mean or anything, but when are you going to do the other requests?

Nah you're fine

To answer your question tho I don't think I am going to do the requests

I've been kinda off and on about the whole thing (hence me not replying to any of them) but the idea of writing them just feels more draining than something I would enjoy doing

It would be different if it were asks for the characters I personally ship (Like Marinette X Batboys or Marinette X Luka) and I have nothing against the ship for Adrien X Jason but it is all I get asked to write about when I don't even really ship the characters so it feels more like a chore than something I have an interest in writing

If anyone wants to pick up where I left off on the Adrien X Batboys fics then be my guest, I actually encourage y'all to do so, but I think I'm done writing about them

[soulless-angel25]

(ooh! I can add on to this)

My Hero Academia [2]- quirkless Izuku becomes a villain, often take in by All for One following All Might's rejection. He is usually much more deranged and often has a hatred of both All Might and Bakugo. In these fics All for One may or may not be Izuku's biological father

Doctor Who- Rose, following Bad Wolf or Journey's End, will become or realize that she's immortal and not aging. This may or may not come with other powers. She will then continue to travel with the Doctor, often the two will end up married.

Keeper of the Lost Cities- Sophie will often end up splitting away from the Black Swan, often with or without her friends, she will be her own faction or may join up with the Neverseen. Usually much colder and rude then in Canon.

Percy Jackson- Percy will often be more against the gods and often will overthrow them or make them actually follow through on their promises. He is usually much more powerful in these and will use his bloodbending capabilities.

Grisha Trilogy- Alina is typically much more outspoken and sassy, more willing to fight for the Grisha. These may or may not have her end up with either the Darkling or Nikolai, Mal is usually left behind by her or dead.

Fairy Tail- Lucy is more powerful then in Canon, may have her being recognized as the Celestial Spirit King's child. Will often feature her becoming a spirit. She's also more sassy and can often beat other characters who she can't in Canon. Will feature her being shipped with someone other than Natsu.

(And a crossover)

Miraculous Ladybug x DC- Marinette's class will win a contest to go on a class trip to Gotham. Will often go hand in hand with salt fics. Marinette will typically end up with one of the Batboys (usually Damian) or may be Bruce's biological child.

Hi!

I was thinking about fandom and how certain fandom end up with one really specific trope or tag that gets done by loads and loads of authors a bunch of times In that fandom. Example: field trip to stark industries (spiderman/iron man), demon twins (batman/Danny phantom) being the two that came to mind.

I wanted to ask if anyone else could think of any fandom specific tropes that have loads of versions of?

[timetravelassasin]

Married?

A/N: This was based off of this post check it out. I hope I did it justice and y'all enjoy it. I will do a Part with Damian after this one.

@taewinterbear95 I hope you like it. Sorry it took me a while to write this out.

@maanae Here you go. I hope I did it justice.

@swaggermcjagger hope you like it!

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Summary: Everyone finds out that Damian and Marinette are married and freak out.

It had been close to a year since the marriage ceremony between the heir of the League of Assasins and the Grand Guardian of the Order. Marinette and Damian have so far met twice in the time given that they are both straight out of high school and entering University. After the marriage ceremony Marinette had gone back to her usual days. Damian as well went back to going by his usual schedule. It was only at certain times that the two would call each other up and update the other on their everyday life. Marinette would tell him of the new design she has drawn up as well as the clients she is currently working with. Damian would tell her about his pets as well as the new rescues he has hiding from his father.

"Marinette are you ready to go," Adrien asked from her living room.

"Yes, I just need my bag," she said, grabbing her purse.

After making sure that the kwamis were safe and had their snacks the two of the headed out to buy some new fabric Marinette needed. Adrien had volunteered to help her carry the rolls of fabric and other stuff she needed in exchange for some pastries. The two of them chatted basically updating the other on their daily stuff. Once at the fabric shop Marinette made quick work on searching for the fabric.

"Who is the commission for this time," Adrien asked, looking at the colorful material.

"Uncle Jagged, he needs a suite for a wedding his is going to be attending," she said, finding a green material.

"Oh, my husband likes this shade of green. Maybe I should make him something," she said, picking up an emerald green fabric.

"Your husband? Wait you're married since when," Adrien said, shocked.

He tried to remember when Marinette had even started dating and nothing came up. No one had even mentioned her dating someone.

"Yes, I got kidnapped a while back by some assassins and was forced into a magical blood-bound marriage contract with their heir. We meet every chance we get and spare with swords and needles. It's pretty fun," she said, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Wait are you serious how come you never told anyone," Adrien asked, confused.

"It never came up," she said, grabbing some other fabrics.

After getting everything she needed they headed back to her apartment and dropped off her stuff. Chloe had called earlier complaining that they don't see each other enough and wanted to meet for lunch. Chloe had managed to take over her father's hotel and became a well-known businesswoman.

"Adrikins, Mari, you made it," Chloe greeted as the two of them walked into the hotel restaurant.

"Chloe, it's nice to see you too," Marinette said.

"Is everyone else here," Adrien asked, searching for the others.

"Yes, you two are the last ones," Chloe said.

Kagami, Luka, Nino and Alya sat at a table chatting before the other three walked to the table.

"I see you two finally made it," Alya smirked.

"Hello you two," Luka and Kagami greeted.

"Yo, Dude, Dudette finally," Nino grinned.

Adrien and Marinette took their seats and ordered food before catching up. Halfway thru the meal Marinette's phone went off.

"Ah, It's my husband I should answer this," Marinette said, answering her phone.

"Wait, did she say husband," Alya said, shocked.

"HUSBAND," Chloe gasped.

"Hello, Oh I see well I should have time off next week if you wish to come visit. I do not mind. I do have a commission I need to finish for Uncle Jagged. Oh then I shall see you in two days. Yes, I as well," Marinette said before hanging up the phone.

She looked up at her friends all of them with shocked and confused looks on their faces.

"Is something wrong," Marinette asked, confused.

"Since when have you been married," Nino asked, confused.

"I believe today would mark ten months," Marinette answered, taking a sip of her tea.

"How," Alya asked.

"Oh, I got kidnapped a while back by some assassins and was forced into a magical blood-bound marriage contract with their heir. Would you like to see a picture of him," she answered, taking out her phone and pulling up a photo of him.

"This is him; he is planning to visit in two days but would rather spend his time with me than with other people," she said, showing them the picture.

"Wait, Mari that is Damian Wayne. He is Bruce Wayne's son one of the riches man in Gotham," Chloe said, shocked.

"Leave it to Mari-hime to attract the rich," Kagami chuckled.

"Oh, I didn't know that," Marinette said.

"Do we get to meet him when he visits," Adrien asked.

"Of course, you are all family and he has to meet you sooner or later. Mama and Papa already love him," she answered.

"Wait, your parents already met him and know you are married," Alya said, shocked.

"Of course, who do you think supplies the kwamis with their snacks," Marinette said.

"Well, Dudette you sure know how to keep us on our toes," Nino chuckled.

They spent the rest of their day talking about how Marinette and Damian got to where they were and every other little detail leading to it.

[katrina0-0]

Marinette: ooh look a beetle!

Dick: (shrieking) Get away get away get away

Jason: (calmly) You fucking come near me with that and I shoot

Damian: Don’t come near me you harlot

Tim: you do know ladybugs are beetles too right?

Dick: Yeah but ladybugs are cute

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 8-Submission

Damian Wayne pouted in the car on the way to his punishment. He had yet to figure out what it was, but it had been worth it. As Robin, he had broken formation, during patrol, and returned to the meet up point with a kitten. Batman had denied his request to bring it home. He even had Oracle locate several animal shelters.

"I will be taking it to a veterinary, first. They can also checked to see if it belongs to someone. If no one has claimed it within a week, I will return with it." Robin demanded.

"No." Batman growled.

Robin frowned, "Al.....Cat A is getting older. He will have a playmate and I will have a companion after he passes."

Nightwing nodded. Red Hood sighed and Red Robin yawned. Batman sighed.

'It was true that Damian had kept Alfred the cat since his arrival to Gotham. It was becoming more apparent that Damian was worried about his cat. He had been taking it to the vet more often. The cat was eating less and had even allowed them to pick him up when he was in the way. Alfred the cat had become more docile.'

"Very well." the Dark Knight answered, "Return to the cave and get prepared. Agent A, Robin will be returning with a small companion, in need."

"Yes, sir." Agent A replied.

The Wayne boys had been upset that Damian had gotten special treatment, in their eyes. They had decided they would punish him for extending patrol hours for them.

"Where are we?" Damian demanded.

"Surprise, Little D!" Dick exclaimed.

Jason smirked, "We picked the worst thing we possibly could."

"It took all week, but we finally came up with the perfect plan." Tim smiled, then yawned.

"What is it?" the Wayne heir growled.

"Can I tell him?" Jason volunteered.

"Sure." Tim answered.

"We all hate those stupid parties and do anythign possible to not be grabbed at." Todd smiled, "So, you are going to be a male model for this event."

Damian was stunned. His father's adopted children had decided to punish him with making him a dress up doll. What was worse, he was going to be touched and grabbed; he couldn't lash out.

'Assholes.'

"This was a last minute thing, too." Grayson declared, "They needed a replacement."

Damian sat silently as the horde of girls, across the room, pointed at him and his siblings. He wished he could be anywhere else, right now. At least there were some other males in the room, but their glares weren't any better then the giggles.

'Why couldn't they have just shipped me in a crate back to Mother?'

"Damian Wayne." a voice called.

Damian and his brothers stood up and followed the voice. A girl looked at them confused, but opened the door wider. The girl closed the door and stared at them.

"Damian, go ahead and stand on the platform." She demanded, "I'll need you to strip to your boxers."

"I will not!" the Wayne heir growled, taking a step forward.

"How else am I suppose to take your measurements to make sure the clothes fit you?" she shouted.

Damian remained where he was.

"You're the designer?" Drake shouted.

She smiled, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, at your service. I've been designing since I was ten and my clothes have rocked runways since I was thirteen."

Damian quickly looked over the designer's appearnace. She was his age, maybe younger. Her hair was so black it appeared blue and her eyes were the bluest he had seen. That alone was saying a lot since his family was notorious for their blue eyes. Marinette looked tired, almost as much as Drake.

"So it's your fault I'm here?" he questioned.

She glared at him.

'Interesting.'

"I didn't personally ask for you, Your Highness." She declared, "A friend of mine was suppose to be my model, but he broke his leg. I don't know who you are and I don't fucking care! Right now, I have to figure out if I have clothes to alter or possibly remake, altogether. Get down to your boxers so we can both get this over with. The faster you do this, the faster you can get out of my way."

The Wayne boys were shocked. Everyone usually treated them like they were special. This designer didn't know who they were and didn't even care.

Damian quickly listened to her.

'Looks like we both don't want to do this.'

Marinette quickly got to work. She had made a chart on the paper under Adrien's. She made sure to follow the same guidelines to easily figure out if there were changes to be made. She quickly measured his arms and chest. Adrien may have been use to all of this, but she could feel the subtle flinches under her hands.

"I'm only going to explain this once. I'm going to measure your lower half. That includes the inseam; the inseam will be you inner leg. You cannot move. If I make a mistake, the pants can be too tight and ride up. That would be uncomfortable for both of us." she quickly explained.

Marinette got up and began to look over her notes.

"Get dressed." she stated, "You're dismissed."

She flipped the paper up and down to compare Adrien and Damian's measurements.

"Will he be okay?" Dick questioned.

"I have to make new clothes for him." she sighed, "I can't use what I already have."

"Will your show be okay?" Jason asked.

'Shit! We made this a punishment for her, too.'

"Yeah. I'll have my assistant stock up on coffee. " Mari declared, waving off their concerns, "Mostly everyone is coming in for a fitting, today, so there shouldn't be any drastic alterations to the rest of them. If I focus on his, I can finish in two days. Come back by then, so I can make sure about any adjustments."

"Wait!" Tim shouted, "I thought he had to wear like ten outfits."

"Yes and I said it should be done in two days." Marinette replied, "Thank you for stopping by. Next time, leave the attitude outside of my dressing room."

"Question." Damian spoke.

Marinette put on her best customer service smile, from the bakery, she could and asked, "Yes, Sir. How many I help you, today?"

Jason snorted and covered his face. Dick smiled at her sudden change in demeanor. Tim facepalmed. He knew it wouldn't end well, where Damian was concerned.

"Do you partake in the female sex?" he questioned.

Marinette blinked it confusion before laughing.

"No, I don't like girls." she answered.

"Married?" he continued.

"Nope." she smiled.

"Committed relationship?" Damian persisted.

"Nope." Mari spoke.

"A beneficial relationship?" he asked.

"No." Marinette replied, "Why all these questions?"

"All those harpies in the other room wouldn't shut up." Damain answered, "You barely looked at me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't stroke your ego." Mari rolled her eyes.

"Maybe that isn't what he wanted stroked." Todd smirked.

Damian quickly turned and glared at his sibling, briefly catching the designer's blush.

'So she was staring. Perhaps she was only keeping up the appearance of professionalism.'

"Look, I've seen people, like you, who think because they look good, it makes them better than anyone else." Marinette answered, "Usually, they're a bunch of assholes, as you have proven. I prefer a man with taste."

'I look appeasing to her, but my behavior dissuaded her.'

"You prefer the men who open doors and pull out chairs; a perfect gentleman." Damian quipped.

"Fuck that!" Marinette shouted.

The Wayne boys couldn't believe their ears. They were so use to people demanding them to act perfect; even Bruce.

"At the end of the day, they think if they do that kind of stuff for woman, a woman should serve them behind closed doors." Marinette replied.

"You tried?" Damian questioned.

'What the hell did that bastard do to her?'

"First college boyfriend. Seemed nice and I was naïve. Later, I heard him tell his friends how I was 'bad in the sack'. I laughed in his face and said he was too much of a dick to even have made it that far. He got laughed at and said I was a bad girlfriend for not serving him." Marinette answered, "His friends asked what he meant, so I told them about his whole 'woman live for men-household outlook'. They told him his idea was outdated and woman aren't like that, anymore. If he wanted that, he'd never find a wife. Last I heard, his husband set him on the right path."

The Waynes began to laugh and chuckle.

"I prefer my men honest. I don't care if they can't cook, if they can't clean, but if they get on my bad side, they usually end up tied up and in a ditch somewhere." she declared.

Someone knocked on the door, before opening it. The Waynes noticed a blonde boy with his foot in a cast and crutches.

"Adrien Agreste!" Marinette shouted, "What the fuck are you doing here? You're suppose to be on bedrest!"

"The show." he whined.

The Waynes were astounded to see the tiny designer throw the injured party over her shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

"NO!" he shouted, turning red, "Mari!"

"Bad Kitty!" Marinette scolded, "You are going to lay on that pull out couch you assumed I would use as a bed in my office. Natalie is coming to get you."

"Please, no!" he pleaded, "I'll be good! Don't call her! I'll be stuck at the piano again!"

"Bed." Marinette stated.

"Yes, Ma'am." he answered.

"And I don't want to hear one peep about my sewing or my mothering from you!" she continued to chide.

"Yes, Momma Mari." he answered.

Marinette walked out of the room. Adrien just waved as Marinette carried him away.

"Wow; she doesn't take no for an answer." Tim spoke.

"No wonder that other guy didn't do it for her." Dick laughed.

"Oi!" Jason hollered, "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna get out of here and get some food."

The Wayne brothers walked out the door and stood guard. As Damian got dressed, he wasn't sure what to make of the designer. He thought she was the designer's assistant with how young she was, like all those meek women his father hired. His parents taught him how to read people and he couldn't do that with her. Marinette was fiery and spoke her mind. She had barely even looked at him, too focused on her task and numbers. She had laughed at him! He could only assume she had picked up her former model, judging by the cast, and informed him he was going to sleep.

He didn't expect to see her again on their way out.

"Hey, Miss Designer, do you know where we can find some really good sweets?" Jason asked, "Like a café or something?"

"Coffee, please!" Tim whined.

She smiled, "My parents own the best bakery in Paris. You can find it on Rue Street. You can't miss it. It's a white and black store front with gold letters."

Damian grabbed Marinette's hand and kissed it, "See you in two days."

"Little D!" Dick whispered in shock.

"My apologies." he smirked, "I figured it was better than a kiss on the cheek you are accustomed to since you do not know me."

Her cheeks bloomed pink and she quickly pulled her hand out of his grip. She turned around and ordered someone to get a pot of coffee started. Damian smirked.

'Seems she may just be as eager to see me again. A game of war, perhaps? Who would submit first?'

"Demon Spawn?" Jason questioned.

"I'm already fluent in French, but did none of you study the customs or culture?" He asked, "It's common here to be kissed. As I stated, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. We get enough of that at those galas Father forces us to go to and I'm not going to be the reason Father gets called."

As they walked to the car, he could hear his brothers groaning on how it was common to kiss someone, mostly on the cheek. They had all checked their phones. It was fine to let them think that for awhile.

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[ellienettie]

Maotif and Scarlet luck

(just a random thing I made where Marinette and Adrien both switched miraculous at the beginning meaning they know their identities, fu is confused (tikki changes Adrien's eye color to blue and slicks his hair back) Adrien gets to be cold and rude (nobody thinks it's rude) and Marinette can be flirty and wild)

Maotif: *knocking a goon down* and besides! Chemistry is way better than Physics! Physics is just formulas about things that just exist, Chemistry makes things! In short, Physics is a load of B-

Scarlet luck: *hissing while kicking a goon* Language, we're supposed to be role models for kids

Maotif: *twists a goon's arm* Role models for everybody, bug. So I think I can fucking say bullshit.

Scarlet luck: *frowning as he flips a goon* Physics can make you a splat on the ground

Maotif: *rolling her eyes as she jumps from an attack* And Chemistry can make you die on the inside

Scarlet luck: *muttering as he pushes a goon down* as if life doesn't already do that

Scarlet luck: *knocking out the last goon* whatever, I'll help with your Physics you help with my chemistry

Maotif: *grins* You got a deal, lucky bug.

_________________________

Marinette: *humming on the edge of a roof, watching children playing on the streets* I kinda miss having a childhood

Adrien: *looks at the kids before resuming on working out* same

Jason: *huffs* Well, when you choose to be a hero, you kinda choose not to have a childhood.

Marinette: *stops humming*

Adrien: *flinches but continues working out*

Nightwing: ...what's wrong

Marinette: ...you guys had a choice?

Jason: We all did, pixie. What, you're telling me you guys didn't? *Snorts*

Adrien: *stops working out to sit beside Marinette*

Marinette: no.

Jason: *flinches* ...oh

Marinette: Mine isn't as bad as Adrien's though

Adrien: *hums* I've had a few years for fun. Mostly guarded and I was a full time hero too but at least I was okay with being a hero.

Marinette: to think being nice to an old man lead to this

Adrien: *barking out a laugh* I wish I wanted to change that

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Adrien: *glaring at Marinette* so you were sketching in the rain for god knows how long because...?

Marinette: it's ruin my idea or almost ruin my outfit!

Adrien: and ruin your health!

Marinette: *flinches* that...too...I guess...

Adrien: *huffs* take care of yourself more!

Marinette: *rolls her eyes as she spreads the designs on the table* Tim found me, he even held an umbrella for me

Adrien: *sits down* Tim?

Marinette: the pretty little red bird

Adrien: isn't that Jason? Since when did you call him pretty?

Marinette: no, Jason's the riding hood

Adrien: murder robin?

Marinette: Damian

Adrien: ...so Tim is Red Robin?

Marinette: a pretty robin too

Adrien: What's dick called?

Marinette: *Scrunching her nose* the punny one

[ds0408]

Does she remember?

It was a normal day at least that is what Damien thought. He was having a normal Dinner with his family. Richard and Jason Bickering, Tim dozing of  and Bruce sitting there talking to Alfred. That is when his phone rang everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Damien pitying for the person on the other side of the phone knowing that they would here a yelling just because he doesn’t like to be interrupted while eating. Damien picked up the phone to see Chloe’s name on it (Marinette and Damien are friends and Chloe met Damien when she became friends with Marinette)  Damien picked up the phone

“You better have a good reason-” He was cut of when he heard Chloe cried, she never cried, he knew instantly something was wrong so he got up left his plate and went to the living room then

Damien said “ Hey, what’s wrong why are you crying?”

Chloe replied while crying “ Another akuma was out and-and it was deadlier than anything, yes we defeated it but-but Marinette she-she got s-stabbed in the stomach and hit on the head with a big rock whilst saving some k-kids” she sniffed.

Damien looked ready to kill whoever hurt Marinette his angel, he whispered “what.” Tears were poring down from his cheeks and he said “I am coming there- I am coming to Paris right now.” and he hung up.

He entered to the dining table with stained cheeks and everyone stared at him.

“Father I am going to Paris for some time”

“Damien why are you going to Paris?”

“One of my friends got injured there I-I need to see her”

everyone stared at him when he said friend and everyone got up jolted to their rooms packed random stuff while Bruce got tickets for Paris. Damien stood there confused but did not care he went to his room and got track pants and 3 hoodies and some t-shirts then he picked up a frame and some pictures and took it with him.

~TIME SKIP~

AT THE HOSPITAL:

Damien got out of the car and ran in the hotel he found Chloe and went to her, she was still crying. He hugged her and whispered “Where is she?” That is when the others come in to be surprised to see Damien hug someone apart from Dick. Chloe whispers back “Room 365, come on I will take you there” They all followed Chloe to room 365 and saw two people sitting there. They saw Damien and got up hugged him and let him set next to Marinette, and hold her hand this shocked the family even more. Chloe saw their shock and rolled her eyes and took them outside.

Dick said “Was that just me or did I see Demon Spawn hold hands with another person, hug another person and cry?”

Bruce “No! I saw it too”

They all look at Chloe for answers. Chloe rolls her eyes and says “That girl inside is called Marinette.”

Jason “How does demon spawn know her?”

Chloe “Damian had come to our school as an exchange student from America. He was told to sit next to Marinette they bonded over the stupid people in our class”

Tim “ why would you call your classmates stupid”

Chloe looks at him “You must be Tim. Workaholic and lives on coffee, Well Tim one day this girl called Lila an exchange student from Italy came and started with her lies, she started with a napkin can gauze an eye, She saved Jagged Stone’s cat from the airplane runaway and that is how she got Tinnitus, and that is so believable(!). She also started with Marinette bullied her, pushed her down the stairs, if i was pushed down a flight of stairs i would want to check for bruises or a concussion, what she does gets up and says she sprained her leg and then forgets about it and then switches the leg,”

“ They seriously do not believe that do they” Dick asked

“yes they do” sighed Chloe. She looked back to the door where Damian was holding Marinette pale hand and talking to her in a hushed voice while crying. The two people in the room came out and looked at Chloe.

“she is still the same” said the man. He looked huge like a giant.

“she will make through this Tom. She is strong like her parents” said Chloe.

“bu-but what if-what if s-she-” the women did not finish the sentence because she ended up crying. The man Tom held his wife close.

“Sabine don’t think like that!” Said Chloe and hugged Sabine.

Suddenly Damian came in and said “She moved her hand! I was holding it and talking to her when she squeezed it!” He yelled looking frantic

Chloe gasped and yelled “Doctor! Doctor! She moved”.

Doctors and nurses rushed in the room. They sent everyone out

SHOULD I COUNTINUE?!?

[thatonedildonamedfrancois]

Jason: Holy shit!! I’m so fucking clumsy today, I keep bumping into things. I have so many bruises, it’s not funny.

Marinette, who broke into Jason's room yesterday to move all his furniture exactly 2 inches to the left: Oh, damn. That’s wild.

[maxdark158]

Wooo! Writing shoes are back on and i’m actually really happy that i’m finally able to write again. This chapter is a bit shorter than normal but the next two are heavy hitters so it’s alright

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

Damian typically liked patrol.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop under the cover of the night was always exhilarating. Parkour just wasn’t the same without a belt of weapons and a costume, it was always a good way to burn of excess energy and get his mind focused.

Sure, it was his job to protect Gotham so he couldn’t be joking around, but he had to admit he liked the physical activity. He took his job seriously but taking it seriously didn’t mean it had to be unenjoyable.

Patrols were a time when he didn’t feel constrained, didn’t have to play a part or meet expectations. Nothing could ruin the cool gotham city nights on the rooftops.

Well, almost nothing.

After all, Damian’s father had the insane habit of adopting shitty ass kids for his crime fighting ring. Which meant Damian had this awful sickness called siblings. And the only thing that could ruin his nice patrols were the chortling of the other costumed idiots.

The worst nights were when all his brothers went.

Every. Single. Brother.

And what made it worse on top of that?

When they had something they felt they could tease him about. And when they were all teasing him about the same thing at the same time.

He was going to snap and stab one of them. His father might be anti murder but he didn’t have to know…

Damian shook his head. Bad thoughts.

“Thinking of your Angel?” Drake seemed to have a death wish and Damian was all about granting fucking wishes right now.

“Why do you all insist on being here?” he grumbled to himself. Because really they didn’t have to be. No bat signal, probably a few minor purse snatching crimes that one or two could handle easily. Why were they all in costume? Take the night off, stop fucking bothering him.

Annoying Fuck #1 snorted next to him when he said that, clearly not planning to be reasonable. “What, don’t like us teasing you about your Angel, demon spawn?” Todd snorted.

Damian ignored him. “Batman, shouldn’t he not be allowed to patrol with us?” His father could at least tell Todd to go home. Then when his back was turned he wouldn’t witness what happened to Dra-

“C’mon, I haven’t killed anyone and I want to hang out with my little bro! It’s not every day that Robin gets his first crush!”

Annoying Fuck #2, Drake, nearly slipped and fell from laughter.

Damian’s face warmed under his mask. “I do not have a crush you-“

“Focus on the job,” As always, father was on his side. “You can make fun of Robin later when we aren’t patrolling,” the traitorous bastard added.

Damian didn’t want to be the fucking blood son anymore.

He glared at Batman, scoffing to himself. “Then if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my own route.”

“I’ll go with you little bird!”

Fucking fuck fuck.

Because of fucking course Grayson suggested that. And of fucking course Damian momentarily forgot that Grayson was back and patrolling too, leaving him unprepared for the suggestion. Grayson’s uncharacteristic quietness was the worst thing at times.

Fucking hell why’d they all have to be here tonight?

Proving himself to truly be a traitor, his father nodded to Grayson’s suggestion. So Damian, previously wanting to get away with his brothers and dream of murdering them alone, now had a tagalong stopping such a fun activity.

At this rate he’d have frown lines at 23.

Damian went off, not waiting for Grayson. He knew he’d easily keep pace though, so the halfhearted dream of being fully alone wouldn’t happen.

“Robin, wait here a second.” Oh fuck no. That’s Grayson’s I want to talk voice. Too bad for him because Damian did not want to talk. At all. Especially about anything Grayson might want to talk about. Because Grayson wanted to talk about French Angels and Riddlers and Spars and-

“Robin, are you listening?”

“No, Nightwing, I’m not.” Damian stared at him and raised a brow. “What is there to talk about?”

Grayson huffed, annoyed. Good. Fucker deserves it after what he and the others put him through these last few days. “I was asking if you actually had a crush or not. They’re teasing you but I’ve been,” at WE all day, Damian knew, “busy all day. I can’t tell if they’re making something out of nothing and I’d rather hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”

There was a time when Damian would have said he wasn’t a horse. When he was younger, he didn’t know idioms and expressions that well. He considered saying it now, to try and change the subject, but he also knew Grayson didn’t let things go easily. Which wasn’t very good.

Because Damian wasn’t sure how to answer.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to answer it, even to himself. His weedkiller wouldn’t arrive for a few more fucking days, he wasn’t prepared for this.

Though maybe that in of itself showed the answer to Grayson’s question…

Fucking fuck fuck.

He shook himself from those thoughts. Grayson was waiting on an answer and he didn’t have time to get lost in thought about his Ang- Marinette. Marinette.

Damian settled for glaring at Grayson. “My private life is not any business of yours.”

Grayson snorted. “Suure little bird. She’s one of the French students, right?”

“Don’t say that right now,” he snapped. Not while they were in costume, not while they could be listened to. “Focus on the job, Nightwing.”

Grayson put his hands up in surrender. “Race you to Wayne Enterprises?”

Damian didn’t wait for an answer, jumping to the next roof and making his way as fast as he could. He was determined to beat his adopted brother’s sorry ass, not that he cared about winning. It wasn’t that he was competitive, he simply didn’t want to continue this discussion. That was all. That’s fucking it.

Grayson laughed behind him, and the race began.

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They were taking a break near the Batcave. No activity yet, but they stayed suited up incase that changed. The night was still young, after all.

Batman instructed them to meet there through the comms. Damian and Grayson, further from the cave, made it there last. Grayson luckily hadn’t brought up and other conversation during patrol, and Damian hoped that would hold ou-

The other two idiots were waiting like the fucking lunatics they are.

Fucking fuck fuck.

“Did the demon spawn tell you about his precious Angel?” Todd clearly decided that he would die in seven days by saying that, big dumb fucking grin on his face and hair messy from removing his dumbass helmet.

“What was her name again? Mary?” Drake knew her name and was just being a little bitch. Damian decided not to give him the fucking bait, going over to a place to sit-

���Marie something, French and I think with brown eyes?”

“They’re blue,” Damian bit out. Fuck, their stupidity had infected him, he spoke before thinking. Was there a cure? He doubted it as they were all still stupid and have been for years. Fucking fuck the last thing he needs is to be on their level of idiocy.

“Right, right,” Jason’s wolfish smug grin was showing exactly how much of a fucking bitch he planned to be. Damian wanted to kick his face in.

“Little bird was pretty tight lipped on patrol,” Grayson said lightly as if he didn’t just stab him in the back.

“It’d be rude to kiss and tell,” Damian was going to strangle Drake with his own two hands.

“I haven’t kissed her!” He snapped again. His face was very warm, did he get sunburned somehow?? “We’re friends you imbeciles!”

“Friends that hold hands,” Drake pointed out.

“And tour Gotham together, alone.” Todd shortened his life span even more.

“And invite each other over to their house, where they never invited anyone before, to eat lunch.”

“Look how red his face is!”

“Little bird probably even planned to buy her ice cream! That’s why they were there when the Riddler showed up!”

“I’ll bed demon spawn-“

Damian stormed out of the room. Blood was roaring in his ears and he needed to- he just. He fucking needed fucking out of here. Away from those fuckers. Or he’d actually follow through with his thinly veiled threats and he’d rather not get blood on his costume.

He hated siblings with a passion. If his father ever considered adopting again Damian would fill all of his shoes with centipedes and rip the third seam out of every pair of pants he owned.

I don’t have a crush on her. I don’t. She’s wonderful and amazing, an angel, but I don’t like Ang- Marinette like that. She’s a friend I made and that is all.

Damian grabbed some throwing knives for target practice. Not on his brothers this time. He wanted to clear his head without those fucks nearby.

He threw one. The aim was a bit off, and he frowned. His aim was impeccable, why was he off right now? Why is having a crush on Marinette a bad thing?

No. He shook his head. He didn’t want to think those fucking thoughts right now. He threw another, harder. It went deep into the target, still off by more than he was happy with. He growled lowly.

Ange- Marinette is pure and good and wonderful. I was raised by assassins and I can’t completely shake their ideals.

Another knife. Damian’s grip on them tightened. Why was he missing?

I’m a vigilante and Damian Wayne. I have blood on my hands and money to my name and she wants to make her fashion empire herself.

Damian got more knives. His frustration was growing with each thought. They kept coming back as he tried to dismiss them, kept distracting him from the target.

She’s a talented designer. She’s incredibly smart, knows how to fight. Beautiful, dark hair and freckles and blue eyes.

Another knife sailed through the air.

I’m not anything of note without my last name or costume. She’s amazing without needing either.

Damian walked over and began taking the knives off the targets. Maybe they were fucking with his aim. He should get rid of them. Focus on removing them. Stop thinking about her.

But no matter how many fucking times he tried to redirect his thoughts, they came back.

She doesn’t have to tolerate me.

She’s wonderful and innocent.

She doesn’t deserve to be dragged down.

I don’t want to hurt her.

Damian’s hands were on his face, pushing at his eyes and trying to stop the thoughts. His Ange- Marinette was wonderful he knew that, but he didn’t think the other things. Not constantly anyway, he helped people as Robin. He was his father’s blood son. He wasn’t unhappy with himself.

But that doesn’t mean I’m good enough for Marinette.

He grabbed a knife from the table he set them on and threw it blindly, as if throwing the thought itself out and away.

It hit the center perfectly.

Damian took a deep breath. Everything was fucking overwhelming right now, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

But it seemed he’d have to.

Fucking fuck fuck.

Okay, okay. He… He might have a crush on Marinette.

Admitting it, oddly, seemed to lift a weight off his shoulders. Damian took another deep breath.

He has a crush on Marinette. But he values her a friend very much. He isn’t going to do anything about his crush, because she deserves someone as amazing and angelic as her, and Damian isn’t that.

But that’s okay. Because he already loves being her friend. And his weedkiller isn’t too far away.

Damian calmed down. He threw some more knives. They were all on target.

She’ll always be my friend and Angel, if I have any say in it. I’ll make sure whoever she choses is worthy of her.

Damian had just thrown his third when his father spoke through their comms. “Poison Ivy sighting at Gotham Hotel.”

The six words turned Damian’s recently found peaceful mood onto its head. Ice water poured into his and filled his limbs with dread. His chest was tight, as if someone was grabbing at his lungs and they were closing. The weeds of worry were strangling him.

That’s my Angel’s hotel.

He had dropped her off there with Alfred just earlier that day. She was staying there with her class. They were supposed to be safe and protected, she was supposed to be safe and protected.

Damian’s knives hit the ground but his feet hit it faster as he ran through the cave to the exit. Ivy best not lay a finger on her or she would lose her entire arm.

His Angel wouldn’t get hurt, not if he could help it.

[miraculousmelodies]

Marinette: What's wrong with you!?

Jason: (counting on his fingets) My father was abusive. My mom did drugs. Bruce let me die. Joker killed me. Bruce didn't avenge me. I died and came back. Depression. That's all I can list off top my head. Come back later I'll tell you more.

Marinette: *Is super concerned*