#Damian entered Wayne Manor like: what are we? Middle class?

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I don't know if people understand that Damian literally went from royalty to just rich. Boy had to go from that crips Himalayan air to New Jersey like damn 😔

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Body Guard/ Assassin HC (Request)

Damian Wayne x (Gender Neutral Reader)

· I want to make a series for this so let me know what you think about the HC version

· You were born in 1598 into a rich upper-class family very prominent in royal courts all over

· It all went downhill for your family however when the men were found to have been running serious mobs and gangs that were secretive towards the royals that they were stealing from and killing for political gain

· They were all killed and the women and yourself (trying to gender neutral) were left to fend for themselves in the poor parts of the large capitol

· That is until one day, you’re recruited to be the Princess’ Assassin

· This means that you’re her body guard, confidant, and assassin for her personal needs while her parents were out of country tending to international affairs

· Alongside many others who were already part of the high military ranking, you’re trained to lead this squad and protect the princess at all costs

· On one mission, you’re tasked to investigate a series of high- level missing persons and track it to a goddess witch that was living in the mountains away from everyone else

· Your partner attacked before you had the chance to assess the situation and as punishment, she turned the two of you into immortals

· You’d never see each other again and were cursed to spend the rest of your lives looking for one another so that eventually you’d be reunited and join the gods above as a reward for your good deeds

· After many, many lives you stopped looking and gave up, instead training and having your many identities go down in history as the shadow of all war and the secret weapon against wrong

· Now, in modern days you’ve been granted elemental powers from the gods (I’m in an avatar mood lol) and you’re working as a body guard and intelligence agent

· You’re hard to come by but not enough so to where the famous Wayne family couldn’t hire you

· At the time, they were dealing with serious security threats and a rise in kidnappings and couldn’t blow their cover by fighting it off

· The first day on the job, you’re men were behind you when you entered

· “Mr. Wayne, it’s a pleasure.” You said walking into his office where he and his family were waiting.

· “Likewise. Kids, this is F/N, our new body guard for the family. I have hired them and their men to look out for all of us when we go out due to the rise in crime and violence.”

· Everyone was welcoming and immediately got along with you but for Damian

· “Father I still don’t see why we need a baby sitter like this.”

· Before he could answer you dismissed your men, “One; I’m not your baby sitter and you are free to go about where ever you may choose but contractually, I’m required to follow, two; I’m here to make sure that none of you blow your cover and to be your cover when you need it; three, I’m the one making sure that none of you die during your daily tasks so show some respect to myself and my men and get used to it.”

· Damian didn’t say anything else after that and Bruce decided that all of you should go ahead and leave the building

· After a few weeks, nothing had really happened, you’d been headlining for a few times that you’d shoved a reporter out of the way and the family bond that you’d formed with the Wayne’s including the youngest that you were shared age with (for this life at least)

· Damian and the rest of the family learned a few moves from you and he found out where you’d been trained and that you’d been in the league of assassins during the early early stages dating back to the man on the mountain era

· Finally it was time that the meetings amped up and it was time for Damian and Tim to start schooling once more

· They were both in high school and you were in charge of Damian while another one of your own was in charge of Tim

· Damian was used to coming downstairs in the morning to find you in the gardens or cave meditating, training, running, or just preparing for the day

· The students and teachers were all very aware of you and so were the annoying .... bullies

· Now there weren’t any that Damian couldn’t take care of, he just always got into trouble for it but you had the authority to kick their asses whenever you needed to

· So, when one tried to mess around, you’d always tell them to back off for security reasons

· “Aww Wayne whatcha gonna do about it? Send your S/O to take care of business.”

· You’d always just roll your eyes and wipe them out which made Damian’s day considering it was always hilarious

· It wasn’t until you and Damian were really dating that he truly appreciated your presence

· At events, you and your men cleared the area before they came in, whenever there was trouble, you were always on top of it, when he needed a good sparring partner, you were there, you kept the identities of the family hidden from your men and were the only ones that knew since they all lived off the Wayne manor grounds when it wasn’t job time

· The one time that you really got to show out was when there actually was a successful kidnapping

· The room was slowly being filled with gas and you had noticed that something was wrong

· When you tried to leave, everything went dark and large metal doors locked the wooden ones in the conference room

· Before you could bend the doors, a grenade was launched in and you were all outnumbered

· You recognized the uniforms and let yourself be turned in as this was someone that you had been hunting down

· They took you to a separate cell for questioning only to be horrified when you seemed to enjoy the pain (whether it’s your thing or not, you learned it was a good tactic for battle since no one was ready for it)

· Disgusted, they took you back to the cell that everyone else was in and threw you in

· Damian caught you since they didn’t take the restraints off

· You took them off with your bending and let them fall to the ground

· “Okay everyone listen. I’ve set fire bombs throughout the building which will go off in thirty minutes.”

· YOU HAVE FIRE BOMBS ... Jason was excited and he didn’t even know what they did

· “Yes but that’s beside the point. I want everyone to be following me, my men are being held in the cell across from us in sector C and we will have to get them. They’ll cover you as we make the exit and if anything happens because I expect the leader will come out, I’ll handle them. Your only job is to make it out without blowing your cover.”

· Damian wasn’t sure about sending you out like that and pulled you over before you could leave

· “Damian, it’s going to be fine. I’ve told you before, worse things have happened in all my past lives and I’m not worried about a thing.”

· You bent the bars out of the way and took one as a staff for yourself

· Tim wanted one but he knew not to ask since you wouldn’t give one

· You exited and got your men who formed a wall around the Wayne’s

· When it came time, you went Avatar state more or less and totally obliterated the site

· The thirty minutes had come and Jason got to see what the fire bombs did

· Instead of just blowing metal shrapnel everywhere, they turned into bits of lava and hot, hot rock with a reactor in the middle that shot blue flames

· The men on the other side that survived your attack didn’t with the fire bombs and were incinerated trying to catch all of you while running down the hall

· Jason wants them but Bruce forbids it

· Now if I did a series on this, it’d be kind of different with more added things and a lot more fights and development but for the sake of the headcannon, I dumbed it down

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How about Damian being a part of Ms Buster's class when he was on a League mission and the class basically becoming a mini cult. They do all sorts of crazy stuff like make go-carts powered by karaoke machines, not leaving the builing when fires start because smores duh, and so much more.When his mission is over there are many tears and the cult disassembles. Years later the class gets a trip to Gotham and the city QUAKES when the cult reforms.Many chaotic shenanigans & crying at the reunion.

Marinette was only eight when her primary school life changed for the better. On that faithful day in Mlle. Gilbertine class, a new student was introduced under the precedent of a transfer from another country. His name was Damian, no last name was given to the teacher nor the students within the classroom. To her, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy as Damian stressed for no social relations with anyone. In fact, Marinette had caught several times engaging in lonesome activities when they were all together messing in the field. It was after that, Marinette made it her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first trying to trick the young man into dance battles, hopscotch, and simple games like red light, green light. He was very much against the idea until one day, Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. It was the creation of that game that changed the young group’s lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine. Nino would bring in his CD player and the moment music boomed out of the speakers everyone knew what was about to happen.

One day, when they were in the school pool area pretending to be sea monsters and attacking one another we kickboards and pool noodles, the group was then dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult as they were youthful and the stuff they come up with was chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever come up with.

Marinette and Damian were deemed the leaders as they were able to control and come up with the plans. Chloe, due to her father being in politics, was the person who decided on the locations and what would be the most chaotic method. The rest were their follower who cared much about Marinette.

Mlle. Gilbertine was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control but they were slick and made plans at random, she remembers the day when tons of ice cup somehow managed to cover every one of her student desk and the odd appearance of snow sleds. It is rumored that the mini cult managed to keep their own little snow resort just using ice cream. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days where the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. It is a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they see her smile.

Their biggest achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. While everyone else was being evacuated, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria. Kim had brought marshmallows that day and when the firefighters enter to put out the flames, they were greeted with the sight of children with wood sticks eating smores and telling scary stories. It was their greatest achievement and the worst nightmare because only a day later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they ever meet Damian again. It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles and never mentions Damian ever again.

Years past since that day, Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette as those who knew them in their younger days forget that they were ever friends. Marinette took on art along with Nathanial, but she went in the direction of fashion designing while he goes in direction of comic book styles. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and found his calling in music production. The name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens, faded away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would be awoken in just under two decades.

A sixteen-year-old Marinette works her butt off to make this trip a reality. It was not for the approval of her classmates, it was for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug has put a toll on her and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on. When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a bolder be lifted off their daughter. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her closet allies were the first to know about the trip to Gotham before Mlle. Bustier was given the information. They cheered happily before anything bad could happen, dismantling everything Marinette has ever done.

After giving the proper miraculous to Luka and Kagami and convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency, Marinette was set to leave Paris France and head to Gotham, New Jersey.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spine aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mlle. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar bringing up memories of those kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they could make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had a right to be warry.

For the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave the original members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well chaos was sure to happen. Chloe and Marinette had put aside their difference during the Lila era of the class reign took over and managed to stay friends after the liar’s reign ended. Plans were made but not yet enforced, it did not feel right, and they knew why– it was the lack of their leader Damian.

“Dams?” Marinette calls out when she saw the familiar sighting of the boy that was her first love. He hadn’t changed by much; he was still taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice King himself. Time froze in that café for several reasons but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

“You look nice,” Marinette sways before a mischievous smirk tugs on her lips, “The others are here too.”

This time it was Damian who smirks bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that was soon ended by an explosion.

Thus, the Premier Chaotique cult was reformed. They decided to meet that night. Dinosaur inflatable suits of various colors were brought. Music blared in the streets of Gotham nears hotel the class was staying out. The members of Premier Chaotique all strutting down in the middle of the streets dancing as Nino holds a boombox over his shoulder.

Jam Jams @crazyforbatsDid anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video of flashlights and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Twitter was blowing up the next morning with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity was the group who were apart of it.

Marinette and Damian spent the remains of that talking choosing which plan to do next. It would consist of bikes and a zip line from the tallest building to the smallest building possible.

Going to the Wayne household, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as Dick and Jason plays the video over again in the main room. Damian shames his family members while the oldest complaints about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick, it all about class. Alfred mentally takes notice of the lack of emotions from Damian and the recent purchase from the teens account at a party store.

The next night, began the fears that every Parisian feared would happen.

Nino and Kim were able to find the buildings needed to hook the zip line to while Chloe set up the equipment with the help of Nathanial. Damian had to ditch his family members, and Marinette had to keep the class and others from finding out what they are doing. Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique enters their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with a latex match stretched their eyes. Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Originally, they were going to use the bikes as their way down, but the zip line could hold the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead.

Their fun ends when someone called the cops and sirens echoed loudly against their music. Gotham’s twitter users weren’t too happy that someone had called the cops on the bravest of things to ever surface on Gotham streets since Batman.

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise, that the Premier Chaotique learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne which then lead to some confusion. Marinette had asked Damian what his last name when they were eight and he replied with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten.

His brothers, in shock from seeing him interact with teens his age, begged Bruce to invite them over to the manor. This needs to go into the record books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was reality check for Mlle. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as memories of the chaos are awoken. She stares at Marinette in denial, there was no way her prize student was about the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. Then on top of that having the entire crew in her classroom, Caline was beginning to feel faint.

Bruce, unknowingly, invited even more chaos into his household that night. Chloe and Marinette were able to convince Mlle. Bustier to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian. After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne, she agreed secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

“I’m bored, let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks as Damian pushes her off him knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dams, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers though. Scaring them shitless would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states pulling out the book of mischief.

Let’s just say that prank will forever rule the day the Batfamily ever found out about the Premier Chaotique.

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 15

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 15

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The book was incredibly interesting. It was written in some dialect of Mandarin. Many things were also covered in The Grimoire but several stories told there were previously completely unknown. It seemed like it was written after the other book and while the first was entirely encyclopedical, this one contained detailed stories from several time periods. What got Ladybug’s attention was that many of them were diary excerpts. 

One of the most important elements was a story about the seventeenth-century villain, Lord of Butterflies, who came to the colonial city of Gotham and tried to take control of the settlement. He was a master of deception and almost succeeded. Ladybug and Black Cat of that time never appeared. Another story told about their involvement in the Thirty Years’ War in continental Europe, where they were hunting the Snake and Bee Miraculous users that tried to manipulate the conflict. Luckily for Gotham, a witch hunter named Malleus opposed him and used jars with symbols engraved on the walls to keep the butterflies locked away so they could not wreak havoc again. The book told of the power struggle until finally, after the burning of Raphael Dent, a longtime friend of Malleus, the attacks stopped. Most people thought that the problem was over, but from the looks of it, the author of that book tried to imply that Lord of Butterflies just bid his time, waiting for the opportunity to strike again. 

Ladybug read the story twice, trying to figure out the fate of all the corrupted Butterflies or the jars, but she got nothing. Maybe if they figured out what symbols kept the akumas in, she could experiment with warding the butterflies away. It could be a breakthrough!

While she was browsing the book, Black Cat eyed the teens. “Shouldn’t you people scramble for classes?”

“Nope!” The little one, Maps, grinned. “The new school policy. In case of a supervillain attack on campus, the rest of the classes that day are canceled to avoid additional stress to students. It’s nice they care about our mental health.” 

“Yeah… Dude,” Colton looked at Black Cat, “any chance you can tell me what tech your staff uses?”

“Tt. It’s magic.” 

“No, seriously, I suppose it could be an organic metal of some sort, but it’s able to perfectly support your weight at the same time.” 

“Magic.” The vigilante-turned-hero growled.

“Come on! Don’t do it to me, man! Pom won’t let me live it down!”

“I told you magic was real!” The teen was glaring at him with a smirk on her face.

“Tt. Don’t play with magic or you’ll get burnt.” He scoffed. 

“Don’t be a grumpy cat!” Ladybug called from over the book. “Silverlock… Why does it sound so familiar…”

“Did you say Silverlock?” One of the teens peaked. “I’m Olive Silverlock.”

“Bellatrix Silverlock was the only akuma from that period mentioned here by name… I wonder why… Ugh! I can’t decipher that part. It’s too old and damaged.” The heroine groaned. “Cat! We should move back to the base.” She pulled a pair of glasses from her yo-yo and put them on. “Tikki! Kaalki! Merge!” 

As soon as the light of transformation died, a portal consumed both superheroes and the book, leaving the teens alone in the dark library.

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Sabine paced around the manor in the foul mood she was in ever since she sent the kids on their way after initiation and returned home for some long-deserved rest. Half-way home, she received a phone-call from Chloé saying that Marinette was crying in the bathroom with her over another girl that threatened her. The only thing that stopped Sabine from turning around and possibly crashing the car through the front gates was her daughter begging her not to.

She admired that her little girl tried to resolve the problems herself and she didn’t want to come off as overbearing and intruding. It wouldn’t stop her from preparing for if it seemed too much for her sunshine. She made a mistake with Lila. This time, she would be ready. But first, she needed tools. 

“Tom! Where is my suit?!” She called out to her husband, who was happily baking in the kitchen. He finally managed to kick Alfred out and get control. Sabine laughed when the butler, passing her, revealed that he let him win. 

“I think Bruce wanted to put it in the vault, together with the bag!” The large man answered with a merry tone. 

“Thank you, honey! I think I’ll be going out for a while!” 

“Be safe!”

Finally having a direction, she stormed toward the vault. It was hidden under the stairs, where one had to first enter a secret passage, only to then open a door in the wall.

When she opened the doors and looked inside, her first instinct was to immediately go into a battle stance.

It looked like a tornado passed through the room, which was supposed to be neatly ordered. All the documents were scattered, two priceless artifacts got destroyed and every drawer was pulled out. Inside the wall opposite to the doors, someone made a giant hole. The concrete was shattered and the metal reinforcement cage was pulled apart. 

Warily, Sabine approached the hole. Once she got closer, she could take a better look at the reinforcement. What got her attention was the way it was bent. Someone grabbed it and ripped it apart. The hole itself also revealed a small rectangular area that was used to hide something. A secret buried so deeply it was frozen inside a wall of a hidden vault inside a hidden corridor in one of the best-guarded buildings in Gotham.

“Oh for crying out loud! I just wanted my suit…” She threw her hands up. 

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More or less at the same time, Tim had a lazy day at the cave. He didn’t need to return to Wayne Enterprises for at least another week. He tried to solve a cold case, using the updated list of secret powers Sabine provided him. He and Bruce were both worried about how much had escaped them. Neither considered Luxembourg Secret Service to be capable of ordering a hit on a hitman that was after their Duke. And hire Lady Shiva nonetheless. 

He just got himself a new cup of coffee when suddenly, a portal appeared in the middle of the cave and dropped two superheroes and a book on a podium. The Cat landed on his feet while Ladybug fell on her rear with a soft thud. Startled, Tim dropped his mug and the coffee spilled all around him.

“Could you not!?” He shouted, a bit embarrassed that they got a drop on him so easily. 

“Tt. Shut up replacement.” Cat growled. He and Marinette dropped their transformations and she proceeded to feed Tikki with some cookies while he reluctantly pulled a small, isolated box from his pocket and gave Plagg a bit of cheese. 

“We’ve got plenty of new material after the last akuma attack. I’ve sent you a picture of a woman using the Peacock Miraculous and we’ve got an essential book.” She walked over to the bat computer. “It appears that they used the distraction the akuma caused to infiltrate the place.”

“I’m not sure, Angel.” Damian was busy with the other screen, trying to attach the tablet to it. The deciphering system managed to unlock it already and while he waited for the system to scan for any traps, he browsed the photos. “From the look of it, she only got two or three pages before we ambushed her. She must’ve arrived shortly before us or couldn’t find it for a long time. I would hazard a guess that she didn’t know about it.”

“But… That would mean she was at school when… but how would she… No! The only other person that heard about the book was Erica.”

“Maybe not. She could’ve been there trying to get some information on us.”

“But how did she get there before us?”

“Tt. It’s not like the Detective Club was in any hurry.” He huffed. 

“Um… That’s all great and all, but what the bat are you talking about?” Tim asked, trying to get between the married couple. 

“We had an akuma attack at school. Damian earned detention for calling Hammerhead old while out of the suit. After we dealt with the akuma we learned about this book,” she pointed at the podium. “We went to check it and found the new Peacock trying to photograph as much as she could. We stole her tablet and kicked her backside.” Marinette beamed. 

Their discussion was interrupted when Sabine stormed inside the cave. “I need security feed from the Gala. Someone trashed the Wayne Vault and stole some box!” She shouted at Tim. “Oh! Hi Sweetie. Go change out of the uniform and we will get tea in a minute.” She smiled at her daughter. Except it was not as genuine as her usual smile. It felt much more forced. 

“Maman. I would love to, but maybe let’s deal with the break-in first?”

“We must wait for Bruce to get back anyway. He took Cass to the ballet class today. My turn will be on Thursday.” 

She pulled the video feed from the camera that overlooked the entrance to the corridor that led to the Vault. She put it on double speed and watched various guests hang around and talk. They usually had a glass of champagne. Suddenly, Marinette lunged and pressed the pause button.

“Him!” She pointed to a younger man with jet black hair and a white mask that covered the upper part of his face. His hair was neatly combed back with no small amount of hair gel, enough that it shined in the camera. 

“He doesn’t stand out really…” Tim scanned the image. 

“The bracelet!” She seethed. “I can’t believe that bastard still carries the bracelet.”

“Tt. I can cut it off next time I see him.” Damian offered before muttering “Together with the arm.” Luckily for him, Marinette had more pressing matters than stopping his murderous instincts.

“So Agreste somehow got inside during the Gala. It’s maybe an hour before the akuma attack.” They continued to watch as he chatted with people nearby. Finally, when they left, he slipped inside the secret passage. They switched to the camera inside, only for it to then be destroyed by a cane. The one inside the vault was a bit farther away, so before it was destroyed they got a good look at the boy. 

The male figure had a dark purple suit with the signature butterfly brooch pinned to the top of the shirt. His chest was protected by two black flaps that looked a bit like the moth wings. In his black gloves, he held a cane topped with a purple orb. The face was covered by a simple domino mask that did nothing to hide the mane of blonde hair on top of his head.

“At least we know that he inherited his father’s lack of taste. At least his mask isn’t…” Marinette stopped herself when Damian poked her side and pointed toward the glass cabinet inside which the first Red Robin uniform was. Its mask was pretty close to what Gabriel wore. “Oh… Nevermind.”

Tim was clearly unamused. 

“This is still important. We’ve got a first look at his transformation. We can set cameras to, in addition to akuma tracing, scan for him personally.”

“I don’t think it would do much good. The image wasn’t the best.”

“But how did he avoid the scanners?” 

“Alfred was busy, tracking a suspicious blonde with bi-colored eyes. She was supposed to have messed too close to the kitchen for his liking.” Tim explained.

“I remember her. She said something to me. ‘You’re far from victory yet’. I considered it suspicious, but in the whirlwind of the following events, the meeting slipped my mind.”

“You! The great Damian Wayne forgot a crucial detail!?” Tim laughed. “This is gold! I need to mark the date on my calendar!”

“Tt. And I need a set of matches.” The youngest Wayne growled. 

“So we’ve got another suspect on the list?” 

“It’s getting complicated. First the vault, then the book… Hawkmoth was narrow-minded in his goals. Create akumas, have them hunt Ladybug and Chat Noir, take the Miraculous.” Marinette collapsed on the nearby chair. “Adrien is… he’s more organized. He’s got a plan. He’s not after the Miraculous. Or rather not directly. There is something else he’s trying to find. I’m just not sure what…”

“The history of Gotham is filled with so many mysteries that we wouldn’t even have any idea where to begin.” Tim wasn’t helpful. At all.

“We know they stole something from Wayne Vault and used the akuma as a distraction to carry it away. Then, they attacked the school. What could be at Gotham Academy that they had a personal interest in?”

“The book?”

“I don’t think they knew about it. The attack on the Academy could’ve been to test our abilities.” 

Tikki and Plagg floated to the group. “Gotham is a dark place.” Ladybug Kwami started. “There are so many things in this city…”

“What about the Bat miraculous, cookie?” Plagg asked. “I mean where else would it be but Gotham?”

“Bat… Miraculous…” Time starred at the two mini-gods. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. Balla is the Kwami of clarity.” Tikki nodded. “The Bat Miraculous gives the wearer supernatural perception and near-precognition.”

“What?” Marinette asked, not sure what the word was supposed to mean.

“They can see the immediate future.” Her mother clarified for her. 

“Is it possible they are after the Bat…” she tried to imagine what jewelry would be associated with bats. Tikki came to help. 

“It’s the belt buckle.”

“Tt. Bat Buckle?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Whoever made the Miraculous had a great sense of humor.” 

“Okay. But we still need to figure out their next step…”

“Sweetie? Maybe you focus on school and let me deal with this?” Sabine asked after a moment. 

“But… I’m the Guardian.”

“And you’re also a teenager.” Her mother countered. “I’m not trying to replace you or keep you on the sidelines. I am your mom though. Teenage years are supposed to be the best in your life. You should be dating, spending time with friends. Exploring the world. Nowhere on that list is fighting against a mad terrorist.” 

“But… but… I can’t just sit back while you fight!” 

“You can still fight. And help.” Sabine tried again. “I just don’t want you to devote all your time to this. You can leave the investigation to me, Bruce and Tim and enjoy the time with friends; Or design; Or take Damian on dates.” 

“Tt. It’s my duty to take her on dates.”

“Dream on, grumpy cat.” Marinette booped his nose and giggled at the face he made.

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[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 14

Marinette was bundled up in her blankets on her very expansive bed and was focused on the screen in front of her. An irritated Chloe Bourgeois, an impatient Aurore, and a glaring Kagami, who was sharpening her saber, were staring back at her. Marinette made a quick mental note to ask her how many sabers she has. Juleka had confiscated her saber, unfortunately, it seemed like Kagami had spares. 

“-then Alya had the nerve to ask the committee to reinstate your plans, of course since I’m on the committee I immediately shot down that idea, She of course immediately threw a tantrum and was almost kicked out, later she had a live stream ranting about how being class president is so difficult” Chloe said making air quotes. 

“Of course at this point, she had only 30 viewers, most of them from Bustiers” Kagami added putting away her saber. 

“How is it that Alya only had the job for LESS THAN A WEEK and is already stressed, meanwhile we both had the job for over a year and yet we never cracked” Chloe ranted. 

“Some people are just unappreciative,” piped Aurore. Chloe snorted, that was the understatement of the year.

“Anyways talking about her leaves a bad taste in my mouth, Marinette when are you returning to us?” Aurore asked she missed the bluenette.

“Probably in a year,I’m getting enrolled in some school in Gotham”

“Are your aunt and uncle okay with you staying for the rest of the year?” 

Oh right Marinette forgot that was her cover story. She hated lying to her friends even more. But She was scared of how the others would treat her if they found out her parentage and if she would be able to tell the difference between the honest people and the fake gold-diggers, the Alya’s, Alix’s and Nino’s so to speak. 

Now It was getting harder to be able to video call her friends in a spot that would get her privacy and doesn’t look too extravagant.

Her new room was far bigger than her room in Paris, which took Marinette some getting used to. Of course, Mr.Wayne made sure to give her money to fill her room up. Although a spool of thread does not cost triple digits, at least the thread that she uses. She already has an area dedicated to her sewing business. 

Tim has been gracious enough to be hmannequin until hers come. Marinette finds it unfair that someone like Tim can be sleep-deprived and coffee-addicted and still look like that. Unfair.

Marinette already finished Ms.Kyles' dress and she’s going to give that to her next time she comes to the Manor. 

“Yeah, they’ve been very uh accommodating, and great actually!!”

“It shows, you look way less stressed and more relaxed” Kagami noted

“The wonders of having a decent sleep schedule” Marinette quipped. Seriously she didn’t have school yet and didn’t have to worry about class duties anymore. It was awesome.

“Oh and great news, We’re going to Europe in a few weeks,” Marinette added excitedly

“WAIT!!!! Exactly when” Aurore asked. 

“Two or three”

“EXCELLENT” Aurore blurted out, “That means that you’ll be able to attend the school dance”

Suddenly all lightbulbs seemed to click on in all the girls.

“That was exactly the final piece we needed” Kagami nodded

“ Yeppers, now all we need is Ladybug and then we’re good” Chloe added.

“Waitwaitwait Final Piece to what?” Marinette asked

“Revenge” All three girls responded in unison.

“Oh boy, you guys wanna clue me in on it? Or is it that type of situation where I want as much Plausible deniability as possible?” With those three you never know.

“Probably best for you to not know anything yet” Chloe chimed sweetly.

Thank god That Marinette can now afford bail

Suddenly she started getting a video call from Dick

“Sorry guys I got my er-cousin calling me, I'll talk with you guys tomorrow,” Marinette said, Receiving a chorus of goodbyes and one whine in response. Marinette hung up and quickly answered Dick.

“Hiya Maribug, sorry I wasn’t able to call you yesterday things are pretty busy around here” Dick greeted. Marinette noticed that the poor guy seemed exhausted, he had dark bags under his eyes and kept on yawning.

“It’s fine Dick, What’s going on?” Marinette asked concerned.

Dick sighed. “It seems that Penguin and Black Mask have set up base here in Bludhaven, unfortunately, the two aren’t playing nice, so now we seem to be on the brink of a gang war,” Dick said tiredly. Both Officer Grayson and Nightwing were busy trying to stop the city from falling into a gang war, of course, that was exhausting.

Gang War? AND HER BROTHER WAS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!? Having a cop brother is stressful enough but having a cop brother in Bludhaven is something else, 

Seriously Bludhaven makes Gotham look like a resort destination and that’s after Nightwing has made his debut. Mr.Wayne told her that Dick was regarded as a good cop who’s been helping root out corruption in the BPD. Which of course puts the idiot in EVEN MORE DANGER. Jesus Christ. Now she can understand why Everyone always seems to mother hen the boy. She’s joining the crusade soon. 

“But you’re not going to be too involved are you Dick?” 

“Sorry Maribug, right now I’m involved, but don’t worry your brother can take care of himself” Dick quickly added with a wink.

“Uh Huh Sure, those eyebags say differently, Go Sleep” Marinette ordered.

Dick Barked out a laugh. “Oh alright Maribug, Night Night” 

“Nighty night” Marinette responded and hung up. She turned over and shifted in a comfortable position and let the darkness overtake her.

Batcave, Wayne Manor Gotham City, USA 8:50 pm

“Damian Marinette is going to start school at Gotham Academy in a few days, I need you to keep an eye on her and help her” Bruce informed Damian

“-tt- of course, father, But I am afraid we’re going to have to come up with a believable cover story”

“No cover story, people are bound to find out soon anyways, but she’s going to be enrolled as Marinette Dupain Cheng so people won't probably make the connection”

“Yeah demon-spawn and if people do get curious as to why you’re being decent, just say she's your cousin or something” Jason added oh ever so helpful

“-tt- Very well”

“We’re going to introduce Marinette in a few weeks anyways, we have a business trip to London so she’s going to make a pitstop in Paris and get her stuff in order before we announce her to the world” Tim piped up upon entering the Batcave.

“Jesus being the Child of Bruce Wayne is going to be stressful enough, imagine how wack it's going to be when she finds she’s the daughter of Batman as well” Jason noted

 “Speaking of which Bruce are you sure we shouldn’t tell Marinette about our little side job, I mean shes noticed that we aren’t exactly normal,” Tim said, while typing away on the batcomputer, right now he was busy trying to track down a few escaped convicts from Arkham and figure out any last known locations of Black Mask and Penguin.

“Yes father she is not an imbecile unlike you Drake”

“Why you little br-”

“We can’t do that” Jason cut in before insults started flying. “She’s a normal kid, She isn’t a secret superhero or nothing, she’s the embodiment of sunshine and happiness, which reminds me Bruce are we sure she’s your kid?” Jason asked

“Yes, I’m sure” Seriously what was it with people questioning it. He wasn’t that gloomy, was he? “She has her own business that has already gained attention and recognition, plus she was a class president in her old school, she had to get that from me” Bruce retorted.

“OH COME ON, we can’t loop her in, She was fucking president of her class, that’s as normal as you can get, Plus right now her sunshine counterpart dickface isn’t here to balance things out anymore” Jason finished. At that reminder, Bruce slightly grimaced. Dick had to go back to Bludhaven for his job. As a Cop. It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been Bruce still worries about his oldest and his choice of career.

“Fine we don’t tell her, what’s going to happen if she’s ever in danger she doesn’t exactly have a panic button that we could give her without arousing suspicions” Tim added.

“Dupain-Cheng isn’t an idiot, she shares fathers blood she’s going to figure it out eventually”

Finally, Bruce made up his mind.

“We can’t risk her life, much less your sister’s life, by revealing our secret for no reason. We aren’t going to tell her-, For now” Bruce quickly added before Jason could make his protests. Taking a quick look at his son's faces it seemed that it was the decision that everyone could agree on, thankfully.

“This is going to totally gonna go wrong isn’t it?” Tim muttered.

It probably will.

Authors Note:                                                                                                     I hope that you guys liked my Infinity War Au. I am definitely going to continue that story line, however I have other one-shots saved to my drafts so yeah keep an eye out for those :). I will be making a taglist for those so just ask. Stay safe and Healthy <3

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[thefemalethatwrites]

Take Care (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Request: No

Prompt: You and Damian have feeling a for each other, but neither of you know. There’s also a Charity event to go to.

Relationship: Damian Wayne/Robin x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fighting, Blood? Injuries

Word Count: 1849

A/N: Heyo! I’m not dead!! I’ve just got two jobs a BF who I adore 🥰 Send in requests cause I need to get back into my writing cause I miss you guys!!!

Damian and Reader are 16/17

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Morning" Damian greeted as he sat next to me in the classroom, jolting me awake,

"I swear I wasn't asleep" I mumbled quickly followed by a yawn,

"Why are you so tired?" He questioned,

"I had to do several projects these past few nights because other people in my group didn't do and left it for me to do" I explained, he grunted

"Inconsiderate di-"

"Good morning class" Mr Harrington greeted cutting Damian off as he entered the classroom, there was several grumbles in response, "As many of you know tonight is the night of the charity party that we will be fundraising for the unfortunate people of Gotham" he announced, some people cheered while others groaned, I just sighed resting my head on my hand, while Damian rolled his eyes.

***

"Come on baby" Nate cooed at Leanne pinning her against the lockers, which she didn't look comfortable about,

"Nate, I've told you no" Leanne retorted as she shoved him backwards,

"Who the fuck do you-"

"Back the fuck up before you get shown up" I threatened pulling him off her and standing in between the two, he glared at me with his nostrils flared, "Go on try it. I dare you" I sneered, he huffed and stormed off, I turned to Leanne "You okay?" I asked, she nodded and gave me a small smile,

"Yeah thanks" she replied before we made our way to lunch.

"So we're all going to meet up at mine and get ready then go together" Gia stated,

"What time?" I asked as I sat with them at the lunch table, the girls all looked at each other,

"Sorry (Y/N), I completely forgot to tell you that there's not enough room in the limousine for you to join" Gia replied,

"Oh, that's fine. I'll find another way to get there" I commented, truthfully I didn't have a clue how I was going to get there, this was a punch to the gut that hurt a lot, "I'll see you there" I said getting up and leaving the hall, I sat on a wall outside the school and sighed looking up to the grey sky,

"What's up?" Damian's voice hit my ears, I turned to him giving him a slight smile,

"Gia's just been nice enough to inform me that I don't have a lift to the charity party..." I trailed off, he sat next to me,

"Why do you hang around with them girls? They're nothing but selfish and they use you" he sighed,

"How do they use me?" I scoffed,

"For protection, you're the only girl in school that's willing to kick anyone's ass" he stated, I hummed,

"Willing? I can kick anyone's ass" I retorted making him chuckle before it fell silent, "(Y/N)" he said gaining my attention, he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "Would you care to travel with me to the party? Not as a date, just as companions" he questioned, I smiled and nodded

"I'd be more than willing to join you" I answered, he nodded

"Very well, Pennyworth will be picking us up after school to take us to yours for you to grab your things then you can come get ready at the manor with me and stay overnight too" he asserted, I nodded in agreement.

***

I was sat in front of the vanity desk in the guest room that I'd been given for the night,

"My little Dami is growing up!" A older male cooed,

"Let go of me Grayson!" Damian hissed,

"Oh come on Demon, she's not a bad catch" Another male commented making my eyes widen, they were talking about me,

"Todd I won't hesitate to kill you" Damian threatened,

"(Y/N) (L/N), grade As and a few Bs all across the board, however she does have a bad track record of fighting" Another male voice chimed in,

"You searched her?!" Damian yelled,

"It's the first female you've brought home and we wanted to make sure she was good" the same male replied,

"You has no right Drake!" Damian snapped before a lot of commotion occurred, I sighed and exited the room to see the four boys all together,

"What exactly are you all doing?" I questioned, they all straightened themselves out,

"Nothing" they replied, I hummed as I approached them I looked them all up and down, "I'm going to take a guess and say you're his brothers. Dick Grayson. Jason Todd and Timothy Drake" I commented, their jaws fell open making me chuckle, "You're not the only one who did a background check" I winked before entering the room again.

***

There was a knock on the door,

"Yes?" I called out, Dick came in through the door

"Damian is wondering if you're ready" he asked, I nodded placing my lipstick in my clutch before following him, I was wearing a emerald mid-thigh dress with a trail along with silver clutch and heels, as I made my way down the stairs Damian's jaw fell open causing his brothers to chuckle, Bruce closed it for him as I approached them,

"Wow..." he breathed out,

"What?" I asked,

"You're beautiful" he whispered, I felt heat rush to my cheeks, Alfred cleared his throat

"If we're to arrive on time for your party I suggest we leave now" he informed, we both nodded and hooked up before making our way to the car.

***

I was stood with the girls at the side of the dance floor as we watched Gia dance with some random guy from our year,

"So what's the deal between you and Damian?" Leanne questioned, I raised an eyebrow towards her,

"What do you mean?" I questioned,

"It's obvious you like him-" I tuned Melody out as I noticed Gia stumbling all over the place,

"How much has Gia had to drink?" I asked,

"Oh no don't try changing the subject" Lizzie retorted,

"No seriously look" I mentioned how the guy was dragging Gia out of the dance, "Come on" I asserted as I lead the group though the dance floor and the back corridors before finding the guy hovering over Gia who was almost unconscious on the bed, and he began to unbuckled his pants, "Get off her!" I snap as I pulled him back and right hooked him on to the ground, "Get her out of here" I ordered the girls, before making my way over to the guy and kicking him in the stomach, multiple times as the girls escorted Gia out of the room, moments later I heard multiple footsteps and was tackled on to the bed away from the guy, my eyes widened as Nate pinned me to the bed, I gritted my teeth as his face hovered over mine, before I swiftly head butted him making him let go and get free from his hold, I put my back against a corner of the room as a group of Nate and his friends surrounded me.

***

I made my way to the back garden of where the party was being held as all the girls were sat there,

"(Y/N) oh-"

"I can't believe you!" Gia snapped cutting off Leanne,

"What do you mean? I've just saved you're ass" I retorted,

"No what you did was cock block me! I was finally about to get some but you came and destroyed it!" She screamed, my eyes widened in horror,

"Cock block?! You was about to be raped! Gang raped at that by Nate and his low life friends!" I yelled, she slapped me across the face making the girls gasp and me stop in my tracks, "You know what? Fuck you all! All you do is use me! Just for protection but then when I do, I'm in the wrong. I can't win with you bitches cause you're all stuck up each other's ass!" I snapped before walking away,

"Don't walk away from me! You need me!" Gia called after me making me laugh,

"No you need me!" I called back before sticking my middle finger up to them, I sat on a wall and gingerly held my dominant hand as it was now starting to throb a lot, I heard footsteps approach me,

"There you are" Damian sighed in relief as he stopped in front of me, "(Y/N) what's up? Look at me" he pleaded, I did so and his eyes widened in shock before they filled with rage, "Who did this?" He growled clenching his fist,

"It doesn't matter" I replied lowering my head again,

"Yes it does! You've got cuts, bruises and scrapes all over your face, your hand is swollen meaning you've either dislocated or broken something. You're a woman for fuck sake you shouldn't be in this state!" He snapped, I stood up

"What does being a woman have to do with me being in this state?! Is it because I'm a woman I'm not allowed to fight?! Well tough shit! It's who I am! And I said it doesn't matter because I dealt with it. They're all laying unconscious in a back room somewhere" I snapped before throwing myself back down, he sighed before crouching down to me, taking a hold of the non-dominant hand,

"I didn't mean to insult you, I just hate seeing you like this, it's not how a woman like yourself should be treated" he said,

"Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to be treated?" I asked,

"Like a queen" he answered making me scoff, "Let me finish. You do so much for everyone else that you never take care of yourself. That's why you need someone who's always going to put you first" he explained, I hummed,

"You know anyone?" I questioned as a joke, he nodded and smiled

"In fact I do. Stand up" he replied making my eyes widen as he helped me stand up, "Close your eyes" he ordered, I raised an eyebrow but did so anyway, a few moments passed before something was pressed against my lips making my eyes shoot open to see Damian kissing me, I smiled into it, closing my eyes again, wrapping my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer, we broke apart to catch our breaths, "That wasn't the reaction I was expecting..." Damian commented, I chuckled,

"I like you a lot, incase you didn't realise. Have done for a while..." I confessed lowering my head, he cupped my face lifting it back up as he ran a thumb over my cheek,

"I've liked you a lot more than friends for a long time, (Y/N) but I've always been too scared to reveal my true emotions towards you, due to our friendship" he rambled, I smiled and kissed his palm, "Pennyworth is out front waiting for us. I'll have him look at your wounds when we get home. Then I'll let you in on a secret..." he trailed off, I nodded and took his hand with my non-dominant one as we left the venue.

[whumpbby]

What if for Omega Gotham University AU Dick’s never met Jason face-to-face and is rejecting solely based on the fact that he’s flattered by the idea but he’s happily in a relationship. Is this a capes universe? Anyway maybe down the line he and Kori break up and when Jason’s over for dinner with Dami he finally meets the omega for the first time in person! Dami’s like you had your chance Richard! So begins the secret war for Jason’s hand. Jason just wants to graduate top of his class.

Now I'm thinking about what if in the University AU Jay starts to hang around the manor more and more since Damian is very adamant they start building up their bond NOW to make it stronger in the future and then, someday, Dixk and Koro break it off shortly before the wedding and Dick is heartbroken and starts spending more time at the manor again as well to take comfort from his pack and in the beginninf, he really isn't interested in Jay. (1/?)

His girlfriend just dumoed him and he is hesrtbroken. But as time passes (months? Years?), he starts seeing the world and other possibilities with open eyes again and suddenly he can see all the appeal Damian made sure to tell him off when he first introduced Jay. Damian, fully into puberty by now, is everything but thrilled, and Dick has the greates conflict bc on one hand that's his baby brother and hw's in love, not to mention all the social norms he would break by persuing Jay now (2/?)

that Dami's picked him, but Jay's just to cute and Dami was right,he would be a perfect mate. Dami more than agrees with that and gets a little territorial with Jay to 'strengthen his claim'. All the while Jay is just over there like.... what? (3/3)

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I don’t know if you’re the same Anon, anon, but I put these two together, because  this speaks to me. 

BUT

What IF – listen to me, what if the situation gets kind of ridiculous, because we’ll start with Jason at 17 and  Damian at 12, and Dick is 19-20, and he DOES marry Kori, and they’re happy, but… well, Kori isn’t an omega, she’s an alien and she loves Dick, but she knows there’s something he’s missing – that his pack is missing, so she starts to nudge him towards maybe listening to his baby brother and that omega he’s talking about – that would unify the family if they had an omega, yes? She’s not opposed to expanding her little family unit either;]

So Dick starts to pay attention and, damn, by the time Jay is 19 he grew and filled out, and he has this incredible nerdish charm, but he’s also training boxing in the meanwhile (therapist advised him to pick up sport and he picked up defensive one;]) so he’s also a bit stacked and growing taller with every month and Dick – who has a wife almost 6 inches taller than him – is already interested>>

Pity that Damian is so defensive all of a sudden, claiming the omega for himself only and Dick is like, Damin, he hasn’t agreed to anything yet, this is not middle ages you can’t claim someone who isn’t willing. But Damian is like, no, he will be mine, I just have to keep him available until I’m of age and able to properly court him! And he was doing well at it in the last couple years – at the Academy it’s known that if an alpha makes a move towards Todd, he will have a Wayne heir on their back so everyone stays away – and Jason, who never had a good track record with alphas or people in general, is kinda grateful for the overprotective (or so he thinks) baby alpha hanging around, because people leave him alone…

And in time Jason gets used to the kid and the fact that sometimes his butler/chauffeur will drive them somewhere to have ice cream, and while they’re at it help Jay with his English homework a bit (Alfred, as it happens, tends to agree with Damian, the pack would surely gain with such an omega and the boy deserves a better life than he’s got so far, so he’s willing to play into Damian’s little scheme) and every once in a while he’ll be invited to the Manor for Holidays

“It’s in poor taste to leave a friend of Master Damian to spend the Christmas alone, young sir. I will hear no excuses, there’s a place at the table set for you.”

Jason assume sit’s because Damian has so few friends that the family tries to keep the ones he does have happy – and he’s not entirely wrong;] – so he comes over and Alfred takes care of him. Bruce is also there, inviting and very smooth, and Jason is impressed and so, so does not believe that this is his life now. Then he meets the ever elusive Dick Grayson and is like, wow:O

So, while Dami and Dick hash it out between them for the right to have an omega, disaster strikes and the Drakes are killed and Bruce decides to take their son into his pack – the rich of Gotham will tear the kid apart – and it’s all noble and shit, but… Tim is an omega. And that changes things. Damian is like, oh no, how am I supposed to deal with two omegas in my pack?? Because he’s convinced that he’ll be the head after Bruce and will gear nothing else;]

And Timmy causes the pack dynamic to change around him – and Jason, who started to slowly cotton on to the fact that the Waynes may be trying to court him (only took him 3 years=_=) is struck with the thought that oh, now they won’t need him anymore. Thing about omegas entering new packs is that they undergo a settling period where they hash out the prime position in subtle ways – and Jason was on the way to settling into that position slowly, but Tim has now more claim as a legit adoptee, so they both feel unsure and wrong-footed, and the alphas around them are not helping (alphas don’t understand that process) and Jason decides – as the older one – to step away and lick his wounds alone, like he usually does, because Jason Todd can’t have nice things.

Except Tim won’t have that, because Tim is a baby (17) and doesn’t know what to do as an omega with a pack that acknowledges him Waynes are intimidating and scary and he wants to be good, but he was raised traditionally, where the omega has to be seen, but not heard, and he just… he doesn’t know… he just lost his patents, he can’t be an omega of a pack, he needs help, he always looked at Jason and admired him and he never wanted to unseat himTAT

Alfred sets out to fix this, but, surprisingly, it’s Bruce that goes to Jason and takes him out to a nice dinner and hashes out the situation – the truth of Damian’s odd behavior, he way their pack would very much like Jason to join them, because they’re all a little bit broken and Jason is an omega that just fits, and that, if Damian and Dick are a bit too much, then Bruce is perfectly willing to Mark Jay and make him a part of the pack. Not because they expect him to birth them pups until Tim comes of age, but because they like him.

And Jason is like, oh. He never, he never even considered having pups, he never though he’d have the security to have his own kids, never trusted into alphas giving him a choice in the matter, so he stayed away from them, but now it’s… well, it’s a nice thought, isn’t it? An idea of pups that will be cared for by a pack even when he decides to go back to school or work, that will be provided for and loved… that never even occurred to him. Even if he was the second of the pack, because Tim has better breeding, that would be more than he’d ever have otherwise…it’s tempting. He doesn’t know if he’d have kids, but the option being available is a novelty… And no one in the Wayne pack is hard on the eyes, to be honest…

…and in his deepest fantasies, in his heart of hearts, he used to dream of this, of being rescued from his crappy life by a handsome, wealthy alpha, of becoming someone’s mate – and life cured him from believing these fantasies, he set out to save himself and managed to do it, but… it’s still there, in the back of his head the little voice is weeping with joy, because this is one stupid wish he had as a kid coming true if he lets it.

And Bruce wasn’t raised in a barn, he’s aware this is a monumental decision, so he leaves Jason to think it through and makes it clear that when Jay makes his decision they will start the courting process – a proper one this time, to give him time to get used to the idea and change his mind if necessary. They won’t jump into it, he will have to accept everyone in the pack – and there’s more kids Bruce has that Jason met so far – and he doesn’t want to tear Jay away from studies, either, since it’s so important to him. Bruce is being perfectly transparent about it, like, I am perfectly ready to get the professors to home school you for the rest of the degree so we can focus on courting, but I know it’s important for you to make it through and show them that an omega can handle university just as well, and I respect that, courting will have to take a backseat. Even though every instinct in his head argues that if they don’t secure that sterling omega now they may lose him:O

He starts to understand Damian a bit>>

headcanon,

[fvckthebatboys]

Who Do You Love More

Pairings: Batfam + reader

Words: 2,100+

Request: none

A/N: so like I said in the last pos, I am so sorry for being MIA. I’ve just been having a really rough time. But take this little blurb of inspiration I had today. Love you all!!

You heard the coach blow his whistle, signaling the end of practice for the day. As you and your teammates gathered around the couch, you tried to catch your breath from the intense day of conditioning.

“Alright ladies,” your coach, Mr. Allen, said once everyone had taken a seat on the ground. “You did absolutely amazing in regionals last week. Now it’s time for the championships. We will meet here an hour before the game to warm up tomorrow. Make sure to bring both of your uniforms just in case. Be sure to eat and rest well between now and then. Now, each of you will get 5 tickets for the game. You can give them all out or you can give them back to me if you aren’t going to be using them. That’s all for now. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.”

Everyone stood up and headed for their bags. As you were packing up your own bag, you felt a slap to your butt. Looking up from your place on the ground you saw your friend Amie. You had been on the same middle, high school, and now college teams.

“You gonna need these tickets,” she asked as you stood up. In her hand was an envelope with your name on it holding the free tickets every player gets.

“Probably not. It’s not like I’ve needed any of the ones in the past. Have you ever seen Bruce or any of the others at my game,” you questioned as you stood up and took the envelope.

“Yeah but that was back in our freshman year of high school.”

The two of you began leaving the stadium.

“Exactly. And now we’re seniors playing the last championship we’ll play on the same team and they couldn’t care less.”

Walking out to the parking lot, you stopped when you saw Alfred standing in front of one of Bruce’s many cars. You said goodbye to Amie before heading to Alfred. He held the door open for you as he greeted you.

“What’s up with the curbside service Alfred? Thought I was hitching a ride with Amie like always.”

“Master Dick will be home tonight. I wanted to make sure you got home in time for dinner.”

“Oh, okay.”

You don’t know why you had hoped that it was because your father or brothers actually wanted to see you. For years now their alter identities had come before you. They used to always come to your games. They’d cheer you on from the audience as loud as they could. But in your last year of middle school, they stopped coming. Your brother Damian has never actually been to one of your games. All you wanted was the support of your family. But could you really call them your family at this point?

“Anything exciting happen today Mistress Y/N?”

“Not really, just gearing up the games this weekend.”

The rest of the ride back to the manor was silent. When you arrived in the garage, you grabbed your backpack and soccer bag before heading to your room. Not realizing that the envelope was left in the seat of the car. As Alfred went to exit the car as well, he noticed the envelope left behind. Picking it up, the tickets fell out, allowing Alfred to see what they were. He glanced to where you had left through the door leading into the manor, then back to the tickets. Walking inside, Alfred made a straight line to the Batcave. Bruce and the boys had just gotten back from parole when Alfred got down there.

“Hello Alfred. Is dinner ready,” Bruce asked as he noticed to older man.

“These are for you. It’s important,” Alfred placed the envelope on one of the tables.

Bruce watched Alfred leave with confusion written on his face. He picked up the envelope and pulled the contents out. Looking over the tickets he began to think back over the past few years and how much he had missed when it came to you.

“What’s that Bruce,” Dick looked over Bruce’s shoulder.

“Tickets.”

“To what,” Jason asked as he changed into his street clothes.

“Y/N’s soccer game. The championship is this weekend apparently,” Tim answered as he took one of the tickets from the envelope to look at. “The first game is tomorrow evening.”

“Sister plays soccer,” Damian asked as he joined the group standing around the table.

“You didn’t know,” Jason asked incredulously.

“I’ve never heard her speak of it.”

“I guess she doesn’t really talk about it anymore,” Dick trailed off.

“She doesn’t talk much anymore period,” Tim added.

“No, we don’t talk to her,” Jason said as he started for the exit of the cave.

This took the other three by surprise. But when they thought about it, Jason was right. Since she voiced that she didn’t want to be a part of the vigilante lifestyle, they had slowly drifted apart. Then when Damian had come along they had put Y/N on the back burner even more. The four males shared a look before looking back at the tickets once again.

“So, Y/N, how’s school been going,” Bruce asked a few minutes into dinner later that night.

“Good,” your voice sounded unsure; having been caught off guard by Bruce actually speaking to you first. “I made the dean’s list again.”

“Again,” Dick questioned.

“Yeah, I make it every semester since I’m at the top of my class for my major.”

The conversation trailed off to silence once the others realized just how little they truly knew about their little sister. You went through the motions of that night and the next day at school. Between the end of the school day and the game, you and Amie decided to stay in the library and study for the upcoming finals for your first semester. Two hours later it was time the two of you to head to the locker room.

“So did you end up giving them the tickets,” Amie asked as you guys were changing into your uniforms.

“No. I actually lost them somewhere along the way so, oops?”

“You know, maybe if you actually asked them, they would come.”

“I did Amie. When they first stopped coming I asked them time after time to come. Eventually I knew that it wasn’t going to happen,” you had finished dressing and headed to join your team on the field. As you entered the stadium you turned to look at your friend,sadness in your voice. “I’m not important to them Amie. I haven’t been for a while.”

“Well you’re important to me.”

“Thanks Amie.”

Unbeknownst to you, your family had been just behind you when you had said this. They were going to surprise you when they heard the words you had said. Instead of reaching out for you, they decided to go to their seats as the bleachers were already starting to fill up. They chose seats in the first row of bleachers. As they watched you warm up, they couldn’t believe how much you had improved since they last watched you. When it was time for the game to start, your team and the opposing team lined up in the middle of the field. The announcers gave the starting line up first before reading off the rest of the team roster.

“Can the captains please come to the center field,” the referee yelled to both teams. You walked to meet the other captain. “Alright, you know how this goes. I’ll flip the coin and the first one to call a side gets it.”

You called for heads as soon as the coin left the referee’s hand. Winning the flip you chose to start the game with the ball instead of choosing a side of the field. Walking back to the team, you explained to your team the results of the flip. Soon the teams took their positions to start the game.

“You ready to kick some ass,” Amie yelled from her place as right forward.

“Fuck yeah I am,” you yelled back from your center forward position.

The whistle blew and the game began. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian all watched you in awe. The way you commanded the field. By half time your team was ahead 5-1. You had made three of the goals, Amie had made one, and another teammate of yours had made the other. The second half started off with the other team in possession of the ball, but that didn’t last long. Another goal made by you and assisted by Amie later and it was a minute until the game was over. Suddenly you felt hands on your back, shoving you, causing you to fall. The referee blew the whistle, stopping the gameplay. As you stood up, you gave the referee a nod, letting him know that you’re okay.

“That’s going to be a penalty kick for Gotham,” one of the announcers said.

“And of course their captain is going to take the kick,” came the other announcer.

“That’s right. Ms Y/N Wayne, the captain and star player of Gotham University. She’s the first ever player to be elected captain as a sophomore. Now here she is in her senior year, playing her last championship game as a college student. Many think she’s going to be going pro or even join the national team.”

As they spoke, you set yourself up for the penalty kick. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and waited for the referee to blow his whistle. Once he did, your eyes popped open, your e/c eyes locking with the goalie’s own gaze. As the ball went right into the left upper corner, the referee blew his whistle again, this time signaling the end of the game. Your teammates all ran towards you, taking you into a group hug. Your team was going to move onto the semifinals tomorrow. After a long hug, the members all started to move towards the benches.

“Okay girls, listen up,” you said once everyone had settled down. “Great job out there today. Now let’s do it all over again tomorrow!”

There was a chorus of cheers in response.

“You ready to head out,” Amie asked you as she threw her arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah I am. Wanna grab some food before we head home?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Actually, do you mind if we take her,” a familiar voice said from behind you.

Turning around, you saw your family standing before you. You swore your heart skipped about 12 beats when you saw them.

“Go for it,” you could tell Amie was smiling by the tone of her voice.

She gave you a push towards the five of them and ran off towards the locker rooms. You stood there awkwardly trying not to look them in the eyes.

“You did good out there,” Jason was the first to break the awkward air.

“I never knew you were that good at something,” Damian made his own attempt at complimenting you.

“Thanks,” the uneasiness you felt clear in your voice.

“Were you ever going to tell us about this,” Dick asked.

This question lead you to finally looking up at them. You saw the guilt and hurt in their eyes. Slowly, you shook your head, not trusting your voice.

“You know we love you, right Y/N,” Tim questioned.

“No, I don’t know that. It seems like everything else comes before me. How long has it been since you actually asked about my day, what I’m into now, or anything that pertains to me? It’s been almost eight years since you came to see me play! I asked you repeatedly to come to games and you never did. What good would asking you about this be? I wasn’t even going to take the tickets in the first place. Amie grabbed them before I could tell the coach I wouldn’t need mine again. So no, I don’t know. I haven’t felt loved by any of you for a long time.”

Once you started talking, it was like a damn had burst inside you. The feelings you had kept inside of you for so long just flowed out of you. And while you looked between the five of them, tears threatened to be shed. So you turned to leave your family to themselves, heading to the locker room. But a hand on your arm stopped you from getting very far.

“We’re sorry Y/N,” you heard your father say. But it didn’t comfort you the way it should have. All it did was make you more upset. “We love you. I love you.”

You turned to look your father in the eyes.

“But what do you love more? Me or Gotham?”

With that you pulled yourself from his grasp, turning to finish the walk to the locker room. As you changed back into your regular clothes, you let the unshed tears fall.

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a Study in Red {ch2}

Read me on Ao3! Look at the art collabed with this story! Author: Ladelle Comments: Holy bananas, I was not expecting to have so many people enjoy this story. Thank you so much for the notes and feedback on Chapter 1, and for all of the amazing comments left on Ao3.  I still haven’t decided on a posting schedule; I’m working on the last chapters now and I need to make sure I can come back and add a few details here and there if I need to, for flow. Tumblr Chapters: One | Two Chapter 2:

The next two days were indistinct blurs.

Tim half-remembered the corporate brunch, from which Bruce had made him promise to take leftovers home. He’d nearly missed the subway stop for college and had stumbled in late to an afternoon lab; he hadn’t trusted himself to do anything that took too much precision, and his partners had gladly agreed to mix chemicals in his stead.

Dinner consisted of coffee and the college café’s last bagel, and Dick had dropped by to give Tim a lift to Wayne Manor, where a Family Meeting™ told them to stop running into each other on patrol; and, in a direct attack to the dark circles under Tim’s eyes and his very loud and grousing stomach, Damian had dropped a box of protein bars into his lap.

“Charitable giving,” he’d said with a scoff.

Tim had countered with, “One day you’ll be old enough to file it on a tax return.”

Afterwards, Dick had given him a ride home and in a very serious, very Nightwing tone had told him, “No patrol tonight, got it?”

Tim itched at the idea that he’d been given an order and rebelled by spending four hours catching up on school assignments. Like most nights he dedicated to homework, he ended up asleep at his coffee table, the alarm on his phone eventually beeping him into a panic-stricken awareness; and, as usual, he awoke with a sheet of loose-leaf paper clinging to his cheek.

Classes the next day were a blur, and all Tim really noticed was that he hadn’t heard from Jason. Partly, he wondered if Jason had decided to wing the exam on his own, and Tim couldn’t help but feel disappointed; it was odd, but Jason was a mystery to him, and Tim, more than anything, enjoyed puzzles.

For the second night in a row, he received a message telling him to stay home; he’d stumbled through a two hour intern tour at Wayne Manor with a jittery sense of excitement that only compounded espresso shots could inspire, and he supposed that someone somewhere in the building had passed the message upward.

On some levels, he supposed it made sense that Timothy Drake-Wayne, heir to a corporate empire, shouldn’t look like the living dead – but since when did anyone in college look like they were thriving?

Since he had plenty to work on, Tim simply formed a line of energy drinks and worked his way through, staying wide-eyed through the midnight hours reading chapter after chapter about the repercussions of economic downturn. The time finally arrived when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open; he barely managed to push himself up from the table and stumble into his bedroom, where he collapsed onto a bed that was half-blankets, half-laundry.

Sometime later, in a very hazy dream, he imagined his bedroom window opening to let huge kernels of corn through; with sharp, popping sounds they exploded to form popcorn – so loud that he found himself shooting awake, heart pounding when he caught a shadow dancing idly on the floor beyond the foot of his bed.

“What the hell –” the person said, and it took a good span of seconds for Tim to wake up enough to pair the voice with Jason – and to realize that he’d come in through the window and effectively landed on spare bubble wrap that Tim had attempted to wedge in the corner. “You’re fucking Red Robin and your security is packing material?”

Tim flopped back down onto his bed and felt around until he found a bundle of socks and tossed them half-heartedly in Jason’s direction. “Red Hood,” he stated, his voice groggy and deep. “Caught breaking and entering, stepping on bubble wrap.”

Jason tripped, falling halfway onto the end of Tim’s bed as he scrambled to find his way in the darkness; he stepped on something a bit more solid and said, “Uhh…” at the same time that Tim let out a whimper and murmured, “Did you break my box?”

“Maybe?” Jason asked. “Are you alive? I thought you didn’t sleep?”

“I need that box,” Tim whined, using all of his energy to push himself up. “And you’re right. I don’t. I’m crashing. There’s a light switch on the wall.”

“Crashing?” Jason echoed, and he moved in the darkness, a shadow against darker shadows, cursing as he stumbled over even more discarded junk scattered on the floor of Tim’s room.

When the lights came on, Tim scrunched his eyes closed.

“Oh. Wow,” Jason said, and Tim heard an energy can crunch beneath his foot. He was sure it was one of nearly a dozen that peppered his carpet, and he blinked his eyes open when warm fingers wrapped around his forearm and tugged him forward. “Come on, you need to eat something.”

Tim stumbled out of bed, too tired to care. Back when he’d had time to sleep, he’d been a night owl; waking definitely wasn’t his forte.

“Do you even have food?” Jason asked, and Tim stifled a yawn and attempted to stretch, drifting past his kitchen and to the living room, where his homework and tech projects lay scattered.

“I think I have brie?” he answered absently. “Oh, D gave me some protein bars…”

“Dick knows you live like this and he gave you protein bars?”

“No,” Tim mumbled, shaking his head. “No, no. I mean, Dick has been over, but the protein bars are from the other D. Little D. Did I just call him that? Ugh. Damian. The child.”

Pantry doors clamored and Tim heard his refrigerator open more than once, and as time ventured on, Tim slowly defeated the grog. By the time clarity gripped him, Jason was standing in front of him, holding out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. His eyes, however, were drawn to the line of energy drinks Tim had situated for his study session.

“How many of those do you drink?”

Tim took the sandwich, nodding his head in thanks before saying, “Not enough, apparently. Okay, so what are we working on tonight?”

Drifting to the space between his coffee table and couch, Tim kicked away various items – blankets, cans, bags, wires, two tablets – and moved on to carefully closing his textbooks, saving his pages with color coded tears of post-it notes he’d stolen from the receptionist at WE. He welcomed Jason to join him on the couch with a gentle pat-pat on the cushion beside him, but Jason simply stared, as if he hadn’t decided whether or not Tim’s window had been a door to an alternate dimension.

“Well?” Tim queried.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I just walked into what will eventually need an intervention, and I’m trying to decide how I feel about it.”

“You feel like getting a GED,” Tim told him. Pat-pat.

Jason moved like a man thrust into unfamiliar territory, like his entire world had just been shaken, not stirred, and here he was trying to make sense of it. He stepped on something that snapped and immediately darted forward, sitting beside Tim, dipping the couch between them.

“Probably a pencil,” Tim murmured around a bite of sandwich, and when Jason looked back, he saw the cracked remains buried in carpet, in need of an excavation. “Also,” Tim added, “My apartment doesn’t need security. Would you rob it?”

Even though Jason remained quiet, as if politely contemplating the question, his eyes gave him away.

No. No, he wouldn’t.

“Well, uh,” Jason stated, and Tim watched as he let a backpack slide from his shoulders – it was interesting, seeing Jason with a backpack, looking like someone Tim might run into on campus. It brought back that feeling, the one that made him say stupid things before self-preservation slid in to stop him. “I guess we could finish the math section, since we were working on that the other night…”

Tim nodded before holding out his hand, marveling at what a difference light made when getting a good look at the workbook Jason was plowing through. It wasn’t old so much as it was abused; Tim decided he must have been staring at it a moment too long, because Jason moved to snatch it back.

A smothered, “Hey!” was forced from Tim’s lungs as he struggled to keep the book at bay, holding it as far away as he could – pulse racing as Jason nearly folded over him in an attempt to retrieve it.

A thousand thoughts bombarded Tim’s brain, things like: so this is what his aftershave smells like, and: oh, I didn’t realize his eyes had green in them. If Tim hadn’t been fully awake before, he definitely was now, and his sudden, stuttered silence had enough gravity to bring Jason’s gaze crashing to his own.

“Obviously, I couldn’t use my own name,” Jason stated, and Tim tried not to watch the way his mouth moved to form the words.

Instead, he kept his eyes glued to Jason’s and let out a blunt and very articulated, “What?”

The expression on Jason’s face came close to disbelief, though unamusement tugged the corners of his lips closer to a frown. When he sat back, Tim followed, eyes drifting to the book’s cover, where a name had been jotted in Sharpie.

“Peter…Jackson?” Tim raised an eyebrow, bringing the book back to his lap. “Is this, like, your GED alias?”

“Oh, like Alvin Draper was a winner,” Jason shot back, and Tim’s expression dissolved into pure, unadulterated judgment as he pointed a finger in Jason’s direction and tossed back, “Alvin Draper didn’t direct Lord of the Rings, Jason.”

Jason’s eyes went wide and his mouth parted, only to snap closed – only to fall open once again.

“That’s why it sounded so familiar….”

This time, Tim laughed outright. “Dear diary,” Tim joked, leaning forward in an effort to snag his phone from the table, which Jason deftly fought to avoid. “I’m so gonna post a tweet about this–”

“No. No you’re not –”

“GED. The one diploma to rule them all —”

“They’re our middle names!” Jason huffed, long-limbed enough to flatten a palm against Tim’s chest to keep him from being able to reach his phone. “Peter. Jackson,” he reiterated, before dropping his tone to its typical, steamrolled sarcasm. “But thank you so much for inviting me to your apartment without belittling me once.”

The whole idea caught Tim off guard. Why on earth would Jason choose their middles names? It was even more impressive, Tim thought, that Jason even knew his. Well, and that he’d use it for something.

Swallowing, he repeated, “Peter Jackson,” and the name sat between them for less than a second before Tim dissolved into laughter again, despite the fact he knew the truth behind it. “Jason, you have made my life.”

“Congrats on being easily pleased,” Jason offered with a sigh, and Tim smiled when his eyes chanced the Sharpie’d cover, just before he flipped open to where they’d left off before. He reached for an unopened energy drink and popped the tab, not at all bothered by the fact it was now room temperature.

“So,” he stated, feeling Jason’s gaze dance between him and the caffeinated beverage at his fingertips. “Where should we begin?”

***

The next morning didn’t arrive in that Jason had shown up around 1am and so Tim had already technically been awake. The sun certainly made an effort to climb a stack of clouds to reach his zenith, and the entire time, Tim danced to his same routines.

As usual, he was late to Wayne Enterprises, courtesy of a subway delay. Also a common occurrence, he impressed a room full of stockholders with a detailed report on the growth of the company with an emphasis on new projects scheduled to roll out over the remainder of the year.

Several people had questions; Tim always had an answer. Bruce arrived nearly fifteen minutes before the meeting was scheduled to end and enamored the small crowd with his easygoing air of confidence, which many of the shareholders treated like sunlight, and basked.

It was the one day of the week that Tim didn’t have class, aside from weekends, which meant that it was the only chance he had to do the various things he needed daylight for, such as fix his bike.

His complex came with pricey little storage sheds, and he kept Little Red tucked away in an effort to keep her from being stolen. As tech savvie as he was, there was no way he could prevent her from disappearing if he simply threw a tarp over her and abandoned her to some garage.

So, on days like today, he wheeled her out and tinkered, constantly putting his mind to work. It felt good to be busy.

It was nearly dark when he decided to check his phone, not quite expecting so many texts. Most were updates, the typical ‘hope you’re doing okay’ type check-ins, and surprisingly, a message sat, unread, from Jason.

If tonight’s slow, you know where to find me.

“If tonight is slow,” he mocked, because this was Gotham and that was a rarity. Still, the invite had Tim looking at the time, remembering the night before and the content they’d reviewed - the moments that Jason had gotten certain answers correct and how success had painted a rare smile that lit the edges of his face.

It was such a simple thing, but it made Tim feel an unfamiliar warmth; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that type of accomplishment, and seeing the excitement in Jason’s eyes was enough to get a secondhand high. It made his pulse do silly things, like stumble.

I’ll let you know, he replied, because, with crime the way it was, that was the best he could do. Somehow though, Tim knew they’d both find time.

***

And they did, thus beginning the routine of Tim and Jason racing to complete patrols; a steadfast habit that soon turned into a competition to see who could beat who to the weather-vane topped warehouse. Though most of their study sessions were spent legs-dangling over the old, crumbling rooftop ledge, they once ended up sitting across from each other at a neon-lit diner in a darker part of town.

Tim had forgotten the feel of a full stomach and downed a milkshake just because he could. When Jason teased him about it, Tim stubbornly ordered a second, intent to relish the sugary rush that made his head feel light and coolness that had his skin prickling.

Napkins littered the space between them, peppered in scribbled notes. Drops of dewy soda spotted the table, trapped between smeared rings of condensation. Plates pushed aside, workbook center-table, Tim remembered lifting his eyes, just once, to catch Jason’s attention lingering on his face.

“What?” Tim had asked, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “Ketchup?”

Jason’s expression hadn’t given anything away. He answered, “Ketchup.”

It wasn’t until later that evening that Tim realized his sleeve had come away completely clean.

With such a minimal amount of time standing between them and Jason’s exam, every spare bit of time seemed to count – from the nights they managed to flip through flashcards to Tim’s hectic, run-around-town days.

“I’ve got to go; I’m headed into a meeting,” Tim would say after talking Jason through the laws of thermodynamics, fingers tangled in the knot of a half-formed tie.

Halfway through another day, he might be fighting for a lecture hall chair, carefully listing out the order of operations for a particularly complex math problem.

“Class about to start?” Jason would ask.

Tim would reply, “Yeah, but you’ve got this. Try it again and we’ll touch base later.”

The days became quick rushes of midsummer haze, Tim darting here-and-there, only half awake but somehow brimming with energy. A visit to Wayne Manor earned him a care package from Alfred and at some point, his midterm grades posted. Tim had nearly forgotten he had been waiting for them.

With a life so fast-paced, Tim hadn’t noticed how normal it had become for he and Jason to text here and there. In fact, Jason probably knew more about his schedule than anyone else.

Still, it had not occurred to Tim, for instance, to text Jason to let him know he’d been shot (grazed, really) and was on bed rest (Alfred’s orders, Batman’s decree). It was the one night that studying got shoved to the backburner – Jason was across town, doing whatever for Roy’s birthday, and Tim was unequivocally down-for-the-count, not used to checking in with anyone.

It also had not occurred to him – even once – that Jason might come looking for him; that the Red Hood might brave Tim’s apartment one more time – that Tim might awaken from a deep and fantastical dream to the sound of panicked popping and a poison-laced, “Mother fucker!”

Of course, he also did not predict the following, crunching, snap.

“The box,” Tim whined.

“Dick told Roy who told me what happened – are you okay?” Jason asked, and his shuffling made it apparent he was attempting to untangle himself from sticky sheets of plastic. A step forward sent him through a tower of cans. “For the love of—“

Jason hit the light.

“My eyes,” Tim moaned, before trying to rollover, only a slurred groan bled from between his lips. “Ah, my arm…”

“Tim,” Jason stated, deadpan. “You’re bleeding.”

Tim blinked blearily, his head a cottony sort-of chaos. The room around him seemed floaty and he felt he weighed less than a penny. “What?” he asked, head lulling sideways until he saw the seeped-through bandages and his blood-blotted bedding. “Oh. That.”

Jason’s steps were easy to follow; he came close enough to the head of Tim’s bed to block out the light from Tim’s lamp. A shake-shake of pills followed, along with Jason’s question of, “These from B?”

“They’re for me,” Tim murmured, sleepily. “I’m bleeding.”

“Yeah, we’ve covered that,” Jason replied, and then his fingers found Tim’s good arm and tugged him upright, forcing Tim’s legs to spill over the edge – Tim wobbled dizzily for a moment as Jason’s palm held him steady.

“You should be studying.” Tim’s words clung to each other, like one sweep of sound.

Jason let out a breath through his nose. “When’s the last time you changed these?”

Tim turned his head to watch Jason’s free hand fiddle with the ribbons of medical tape that kept patches of sterile pads pressed to his skin and felt vaguely offended. “One does not simply change their own bandages,” he stated loosely, but when Jason’s eyes flickered to his, showing more concern than anything else, Tim merely shrugged.

“Too tired,” he explained, because it was the truth. After taking pain meds the night before, he’d crashed, and this was as coherent as he’d been since.

“Yeah, well,” Jason didn’t look surprised, and his gaze drifted to the pills on Tim’s nightstand. “Are there stitches under here?” he asked, carefully peeling back tape.

“Yes,” Tim nodded, unintentionally dragging out the s.

“Was it deep?”

“Mmm,” Tim hummed, catching himself as he drifted sideways. “Yes.”

“Where’s your first aid kit?” Jason questioned, and Tim hadn’t realized he was staring at his bedroom door until Jason’s forefinger settled under his chin and guided him back.

“Bathroom,” Tim answered, somehow aware of each time his lungs filled to take in a breath. It was some sort of hyper awareness, but the kind that couldn’t quite stay focused on one thing in particular.

Jason stood up and left Tim to his own devices – which weren’t much, because the fog of exhaustion made his eyelids feel weighted with gold. Quietly, he slipped sideways, curling atop his good arm over the plush fabric of a fleece blanket.

It felt like hours before he was being pulled upright again, Jason’s hands much warmer than his tone, which sounded torn between concern and frustration.

“You gotta stay awake, Timbo,” he said.

“Mm,” Tim acknowledged, noncommittal. He felt Jason trace the jagged line of stitches with his finger and hissed when a damp cloth blotted the edges, gritting his teeth tiredly against a not entirely unfamiliar ache. After all, this wasn’t his first rodeo.

“Did you do these?” Jason asked, and Tim had to focus on the words to follow Jason’s train of thought.

“Th’stitches?” he asked, just before shaking his head. “Um. B. It’s gonna scar, ‘sn’t it.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement; Bruce’s first aid was quick and practical, if nothing else.

“You think after so many years this would look slightly less med-student,” Jason commented, apologizing when he prodded one particularly sore spot. “When did you get home this morning?”

Tim’s head lulled backwards and he stared at his popcorn ceiling in thought. “Mm…maybe two?”

The hypersensitivity returned, only this time it clung to how warm Jason was; he was so close that Tim felt heat coming off him in waves, which, he deduced, probably meant he had a fever.

“Is it infected?” Tim questioned.

“No,” Jason said, and the word spilled across Tim’s ear. He couldn’t help the goosebumps that erupted on his skin, didn’t want to help them, didn’t want to disturb the careful application of anti-bac cream on the sore flesh of his bicep. “You’ve been out all day though. When I’m done, let’s make something to eat.”

The idea was inviting.

At least until Tim dissected the words.

“All day?” he said. “No, no–” he murmured, and then he was trying to move, which brought Jason’s palm back to the soft cotton tee he was wearing. “I have a meeting. And a class. What time is it?”

Jason’s palm drew back just enough so that he had a finger pressed to Tim’s sternum, and his tone dipped low. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“But—”

“Ah,” Jason made a buzzer-like noise and followed it with a shoosh . “You need to eat and you need to sleep.”

Tim grumbled but gave up arguing; his eyes slipped closed as he gave in to the rhythmic motion of Jason re-bandaging his arm, answering any of Jason’s lingering questions with small, tired yes ’s or no ’s.

The journey to the living room was a tiring trudge, and Jason abandoned him on the couch in order to scavenge the kitchen. Tim stared thoughtlessly at his phone, which he decided he must have left on the coffee table the night before.

Between opening and closing cabinet doors, Jason stated, “Congratulations on having the world’s tallest pile of dirty dishes, by the way,” and Tim grunted.

“I’m in between maid services,” he stated as the other returned with bits and pieces from the care package Alfred had put together. At the sight of sausage, cheese, and crackers, Tim thought he’d never been so hungry in his life.

“Don’t take any more of those pills,” Jason advised, and Tim wondered how desperate he must look, tearing chunks of smoked sausage from the link before jamming them between his lips. “I mean,” Jason added, “do you even feel anything?”

“Nothing,” Tim confirmed between bites.

“You’re sleep-eating.”

“Starving,” Tim hummed, making a grabby hand for a glass of water that Jason had brought for him. While he worked his way through the plate, Jason dragged out his workbook, which made Tim shake his head forlornly. “I can’t help you today.”

Jason snorted. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. Just get some rest. I’ll stay until later.”

Tim passed forward a plate full of crumbs and tipped backwards, sagging into a corner crevasse of his couch. His arm ached and he felt buzzed, and he was definitely fighting a losing battle against sleep.

“Is this a dream?” he found himself asking, because really, he couldn’t be sure. Jason’s shoulders were less than an arm’s reach away, and all he could smell was that damn aftershave.

“Nope. But you probably won’t remember any of it, anyway.”

“Mmm...” Tim hummed, content. It was nice having Jason around. It felt good not to think. It felt good to feel good and for once, his heart rushed in a way that made him feel like he’d stumbled across some incredibly obvious thing that he’d somehow never quite completely acknowledged. With slow-dragged, sleepy vowels, he murmured, “Hey,” and then, “are you good at keeping secrets?”

Jason’s pencil paused mid-scribble. “What?” The word was tinged with humor, but also something else. Responsibility, probably, because Jason was, at heart, a good soul. “Uh, no. No I am not.”

“Oh,” Tim breathed out, disappointed. Then, “Because I think I like you.”

The words hung; Tim’s eyes had long fluttered closed, and so he only heard, distantly, Jason ask, “What?” too long after.

The exhaustion was real now, and Tim could feel the warm tug of sleep pulling him under. It was all he could do to breathe, “Shh,” against his pillow, and then, with a long sigh, “It’s a secret.”

Outside the window, the world hummed.

***

Consciousness was a fickle thing, a colorful ribbon that slipped between Tim’s fingers. The smallest fuzzy fragments were just beyond his grasp, memories that blurred together, lost to passing time.

When Tim woke, he was alone.

Had he imagined Jason? He suspected it was possible; the images that attempted to drag themselves from the depths were vague and simplistic – the curve of Jason’s neck from behind, the way Jason’s mouth moved as he read silently to himself, the temples of his glasses, sloped against his ear…

Tim frowned.

Glasses?

Since when did Jason wear glasses?

“Ugh,” Tim groaned just before dragging his hands down his face. On a scale of 1 to that time he’d tripped while waving hello to Superman, Jason Todd babysitting him landed a hard 7.

Also, Tim wasn’t even entirely sure he was in his apartment?

Looking around, it was…clean. Too clean. Gone were the cans scattered on his floor; stacked were the books he’d dropped here and there and never bothered to pick up. Weeks of smeared spills, wiped clean – and if Tim tilted his head at just the right angle, he could see that his mile-high stack of dirty dishes was no longer threatening to fall victim to physics.

It was unsettling; Tim didn’t really like people touching his things. It was a product of paranoia – having a secret identity had that effect. It felt awkward though, knowing Jason had picked up after him; Tim had no reason to feel embarrassed but he did, and as his mind skittered through all the possible projects Jason could have busied himself with, he felt his heart do a little lurch.

He wouldn’t have… gone through anything, would he?

Tim wasn’t sure. He was up in an instant though, wandering down the hallway that led to his room, fingertips brushing the wall just in case he needed balance. He hated the feel of after-medicine grog, where the world felt foreign and his thoughts seemed to stumble.

The first thing he noticed was that his bed was stripped; he vaguely remembered blood on his comforter. The second was that this room apparently had carpet. It was beige.

Tim’s eyes darted, searching. They found what they sought – a box at the end of his bed, crumpled, he assumed, because Jason had stepped on it again. Other than that, it seemed untouched; Tim dropped to a crouch and examined it, breathing a soft sigh of relief. For a moment he was tempted to open it.

He decided not to.

After all, even if it was damaged - well, it didn’t matter. Tim tucked it under his bed frame, thinking it might fair better with shelter, and took a deep breath.

He had to keep it safe.

Shortly after, Tim hunted down his phone, not entirely surprised to see a slew of texts. Bruce telling him not to come in; Dick making sure he was alive. A message from Tiffany, his assistant, said that his meetings had been rescheduled for today and the next, along with a succinct, I’ve got everything handled.

With a sigh, Tim sent a message to Jason, more out of habit than anything else.

So. About last night.

He waited a moment, resisting the urge to ask what exactly happened before Jason had a chance to reply. After all, it was the perfect opening for Jason to be Jason and turn the whole ordeal into a joke – which is why it caught Tim by surprise when a message came through that read, simply:

Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?

Tim frowned. His apartment wasn’t that bad.

I’ll cook, Jason added.

...unless Jason had found something sentient in the fridge, which wasn’t an impossibility. How long ago had be bought the brie?

Sure, Tim texted, not willing to ask. He added: also I refuse to feel embarrassed about all this.

Jason shot back: Good.

Tim blinked. Then he shrugged.

Nothing much must have happened at all.

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Chapter 10

Warning: Slight talk of miscarriage. turn away now.

    I’m awoken with a cup of coffee. “I’ll be happy when I’m completely healed.” I say as I take the coffee out of Bruce’s hands. “This is good Uncle…Batman.”

    Bruce smiles and sits in the chair beside me, “They’re going to let you leave the Watchtower. But you have to live with one of three people.” He looks at me as I continue to drink the coffee he handed me. “You can stay at the Manor with Damian and myself. You can stay with Dick in Bludhaven. Or you can stay with Clark in Metropolis.”

    “I’ll stay at the Manor.” I didn’t even have to second guess my choice. If I lived with Dick I would be giving myself false hope. Of course I loved Dick, but I felt like he only loved me like a sister. On top of that I’ve heard other heroes walk by my room saying Nightwing and Batgirl might be back together. That made my heart hurt.

    I sure as heck wasn’t living with Clark. It’s not the fact I hated my dad. I just felt he only tried to be in my life because he had to. “Uh, Uncle Bruce, I don’t want to leave Damian just yet. And besides The manor was a second home to me as a kid.” I smile at him as I take his hand in  hand and stand up.

*************

One month later  (April)

    “Good morning Lady Lydia. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Alfred asks as I hobble into the room.

    “That would be lovely Uncle Alfred.”

    “Why do you call him uncle?” I hear Damian’s voice ask.

     I sit down by Damian and sigh, “Because I was raised to call Bruce and Alfred, Uncle. My dad didn’t have siblings on earth and I never really met my mothers family. So Alfred and Bruce became my Uncles.” I take the cup of coffee that Alfred hands me along with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. I offer Alfred a smile.

   "Lydia, will you watch Damian today? I’m going to need Alfred to help me in town and Tim is at school.“ Bruce says pouring himself a cup of coffee.

    “Sure thing Uncle Bruce.”

    “Dick will be by to check on you two some time after his shift.” Bruce says after taking a sip of coffee. With that I just sigh, I didn’t really want to see Dick. I don’t think I am ready to see Dick.

    “Can Lydia take me to a park today?” Damian asks keeping eye contact with Bruce. I side eye Damian, he has never wanted to go to a park before. But that’s when I realize how tense I have gotten.

 Bruce eye’s me, “Think you’re up for it?” I just nod my head and give a grin. With that Bruce and Alfred leave and Damian and I sitting in the silence for a while.

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    “I should have never made you stick to my plan.” My eyes widen when Damian says this as the two of us walk to a park in the middle of town. “You are still hurt and that happened almost a month ago. Tt, I thought Kryptonians healed fast.” He huffed a sigh at the end of his statement.

    “They do, I’m half Kryptonian, and on top of that I did something to my class ring that I shouldn’t have.” I offer him a sheepish grin as I show him my school ring. “The emerald isn’t an emerald. It’s a low-key synthetic stone made of Kryptonite.” I sigh as I sit down on the park bench watching people pass by.

    “Why would you do something like that?”

    “I thought if I was more human, people would accept me more. But it only lead to this.” I say as I point to my entire body. I wasn’t healing right because I wanted to be accepted as a human by Dick. I take off the ring and hand it to Damian. “I trust you will only use this if it is absolutely necessary?” He just nods his head as he puts it in his pocket.

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 Damian and I start the long walk back to the Manor when Dick rides up on his bike. “Where have the two of you been? I’ve called you 10 times now and you didn’t answer” He was pissed and he kept his eye contact with me.

 I let out a sigh before I talk, “I left my phone at the Manor, and Damian wanted to take a walk to help me build my strength back up. We didn’t realize we walked almost to the other side of the city till we started back.” After I said that I started to walk again, headed back to the Manor.

 “Cat, at least let me give you a ride, you’re injured.”

    “No Richard, I’m not leaving Dami.” I give him a glare that makes him scared of me. “Come Damian.” Damian runs up to my side and walks with me.

The next day.

I’m sitting in the living room of Wayne Manor when I hear the Zeta tubes in the cave activate. No one should be down there right now, so I go and check. I’m halfway down the stairs when I hear people talking. I decide to become invisible and watch and listen to the people in the cave.

    I make it all the way down the stairs and next to the Bat computer when I realize who was in the cave. I see Dick and I start to smile. Next to Dick was what looked to be a yellow and red uniform with red hair. Then the guy in front of me had black hair, a black shirt and blue jeans. His back was to me so I couldn’t see who he was.

    “I’m just saying you cheated using your speed.” Dick says grabbing an extra domino mask.

 ��  “So did not. Conner cheated with that jump.” The guy in yellow and red says.

    Aha, so the man with the black shirt’s name is Conner. I try not to giggle when I realize they were talking about some contest or sport they recently played. I move to lean against the Bat Computer and the computer creaks causing all three to turn and face my direction.

 That’s when I look at Conner. He looks just like dad. I put my hands to my mouth instantly. That’s when Dick’s head pops up and starts looking all over the room for me. I hear him, Lyds where are you? That’s when I slowly start to become visible.

 “I’m right here. Sorry, I was upstairs and I heard something going on down here and decided to come check it out.” I say as I run my hand through my long black hair. “I didn’t mean to bother you guys.” That’s when I realize who the person in red and yellow is. “Wally?”

    Wally looks at me with a confused look. Dick tells him who I am and that’s when Wally looks back at me with wide eyes. I just smile and wave until Conner speaks up.

 “So who is she?”

    “I’m Lydia Kent. Superman’s daughter. And you are?” I add so much sass into the question, I pop out my hips to the side.

    “Superman’s clone. I’m the Superboy.” That’s when I notice Connor's shirt. It’s black with a large red S shield. Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how I feel. I fly across to where they are and look him in the eye then turn to face Dick.

    “You didn’t think I would need to know about this. First Kara gets the title Supergirl, which was supposed to be me. And now there is a Superboy.” I point at Conner while glaring at Dick. “I trusted you.” I say before I turn to Conner, “Who grew you? My father would never have approved to be cloned willingly.”

    “Lex Luthor had me cloned.” Conner clenched his jaw. I can tell he is getting angry.

    I turn to face Dick, “I trusted you to keep me away from Lex.” Before I know it my hand and Dick’s face have met and I’m are running away crying.

 The three of them stood there watching me go back up into the Manor. Wally turns and faces Dick, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were dating The Cat?” Dick just narrows his eyes at Wally and rubs the handprint I just left on his check.

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 I run past Damian crying my eyes out. Damian lets out a huff and goes back to his book when he sees Dick out of the side of his eyes. “Have you seen Lydia?” Dick asks Damian.

    “That depends. Are you the one who made her cry?”

    “Damian I honestly don’t have time for this.” Dick says as he makes his way to Damian.

    “You made her cry Grayson. I will not tell you where she went.” Damian lowers his book.

    “He isn’t the only one who made her cry.” Conner says walking up behind Dick. Damian looks at Conner then looks back at Dick.

    “She is not going to be happy about this.” With that, Damian stands up and walks outside to try and find me.

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 My thoughts are running wild and I could care less about Dick hearing my thoughts. I trusted him. Dad approves of a clone but not his daughter. What if he isn’t just dad’s clone but mine also? I have no idea where I am. Why doesn’t he love me?. I deserve an S Shield. Dick, I’m lost. Wait, Is that? Thank god I found someone I know.

Dick starts running around Gotham looking for me, hoping he is able to find me. He has Wally and Conner help him look for me also. He didn’t like the last thought he heard from me. His brother wasn’t alive, did Scarecrow gas me? Or was it the Joker I saw? Both thoughts had Dick worried.

That afternoon

Damian knew how to throw Dick off his trail. He knew he would be followed, that’s why he would walk into every shop and buy something on his way to the apartment hidden in the middle of town. Damian knew he was driving Conner crazy and that eventually he would stop following Damian.

    Dick was doing his best to try to find me based on the thoughts he was hearing from me. I love this apartment. It reminds me of his safe house in Budapest. You can see the Zoo from here. Jay still has a Robin uniform in his closet, that’s funny. Jason sure has a mess here. Yup, I just said Jason’s name again and Dick’s eyes widen every time I think or say Jason’s name.

 “Grayson is sitting on the roof of the building.” Damian says as he enters the apartment and takes a seat beside me on Jason’s couch.

 “Did he follow you or was he already here?” I ask as I eat fruit snacks.

 “The boy scout’s clone followed me. Grayson was already here.” Damian says as he grabs a handful of my fruit snacks.

    I sigh, “Ok I’ll talk to him but I’m not moving.” I look at Damian and smile, “Watch this.” Damian is confused but watches out the window along with me.

    I’m still mad at you Richard. Don’t think just speak out loud. Dick’s eyes widen and he starts to look around.

    “Forgive me? Please. I didn’t know how bad you wanted to have the S Shield.” Dick says with a sigh. Damian looks at me and I smile, I’m in the apartment right under the roof of the building. So I can hear Dick perfectly through the open window.

 What If I don’t forgive you? I trusted you and you broke my trust by being friends with a Luther creation.

 “I’ll be extremely upset. I didn’t mean to break your trust. Conner has been with and worked with the Justice league for 7 years now. All of us trust him and Luthor hates him.” I hear Dick sigh at the end of him talking. “I just wish you would trust my judgment more.”

    Jason walks in and was about to turn on the lights when I fly up and stopped him. I put a finger to his lips and pointed up then nudged him to sit with Damian.

    Dick I do trust you. I trust that you will always take care of me. But I’m no good for a hero like you. I’m to damaged. That’s why I ran away to Jason’s safe house.

 Dick scoffs, “No good. NO GOOD!” he is yelling and pacing on the roof now. “You are a better person than you think. And Bruce and I told you Jason died. He is the one Robin we tried to save and couldn’t. And I don’t want to lose you, I love you too much to let anything hurt you.” His voice was starting to waiver.

 Dick, I’m damaged goods. I’m a walking assassin who has no idea of all her powers. You need someone with the same experience as you. but for some reason you always find me. Now stop pacing back and forth.

    Dick sits down on the edge of the building, I see his domino mask fall past the window. All three of us started to hear Dick sob. “I could care less about what powers you have, as long as you are safe and ok. I will always find you and I stopped pacing so now what? Wait how do you know where I am?”

 With that I turn on the light to the apartment and stick my head out the window and look up at him. “How long have you known I was here?” I ask looking up at Dick.

 “Only since you told me to stop pacing.” He wipes his eyes and looks down at my face with a small smile. “I do love you, ya know.” Hearing that he loves me makes my smile but extremely terrified. So I fly out the window and up to him.

 “Come inside marshmallow. I forgive you. But I don’t forgive my dad or Lex.” I offer my hands for him to take, that way I can fly back down to Jason’s apartment. I hear Jason’s chuckle before I even get inside.

    “No way. All these years since I’ve known you, I wanted to meet your ‘marshmallow’. But it turns out Dick over there is your marshmallow.”

    “I’m glad to see you to Jason.” Dick was not happy with Jason’s comments.

*************

    Damian leaves to go back to the Manor. Jason said he was staying at Roy’s place, which upset Dick more. So the only people left at Jason’s apartment would be Dick and myself. There is an awkward silence for the longest time between us two. Dick starts to make his way to the window, “Well I better get go-”

    That’s when you cut him off, “Stay with me.”

    “What?”

    “Stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

    Dick just blinks and sits by me, “Um, ok Princess?” I give him a grin for calling me princess. Then the deepest sigh escapes from me.

    “I’m sorry. I’ve been staying here at night since the day you found Damian and I walking back to the Manor.” I sigh again and look down at my hands, “I’m damaged Dick, Lex ruined me and then you saw Deathstroke rape me.”

Dick stops me there because he could tell I was about to cry, “Yeah but here you are alive after so many years of us thinking you died. And nothing came from Deathstroke. You’re here and you’re okay.” I look at the floor while Dick tells me this.

 “Richard.” My voice is soft as tears roll down my face.

 Dick sees me and rushes to my side. “What? What is it?” He places his arms around me and pulls me close to him. “You are okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

 I snuggle deeper into Dick’s hold. “I’m not ok. Dick,” I pause, “when he, uh, when Deathstroke did what he did. Dick, I need someone with me while I miscarry his child.” I take a breath and hope he doesn't let go of me.

 Dick holds me tighter, “I’m not going anywhere babe. How long will it take?” He gently picks me up and lays me on the guest bed in Jason’s apartment.

     Tears are streaming down my face faster now, I know he cares because of how he treats me. “It’ll happen sometime within the next 24 hours.” Dick just nods his head and lays in front of me holding my hands. I cry myself to sleep, Dick stays awake to protect me and to make sure I’m aren’t alone when I miscarry Deathstroke’s child.

     “Sick sadistic bastard hurt my world.” Dick runs his thumb across my face, “I’ll marry you someday. I promise.” With that he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead.

A/N: Do you think Dick will marry Lyds? So the ring she gave Damian causes her to be human enough but still super? Jason's apartment over looks the zoo? STAY TUNED

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 22

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 22

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“I can assure you me and your father can take care of ourselves.”

“Against normal villains yeah, but what if someone scarier comes. Or a particularly vicious Akuma?”

“What do you want to say sweety?”

“Maman… I want you to join the miraculous team.” Marinette stated and pulled a small box from her bag. 

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“Oh sweety.” Sabine took the box and opened it. Inside laid a panjas bracelet with tiger mark in the middle. “You didn’t have to. Your old lady can kick ass without such things.” She smiled and put on the bracelet. A dark pink spirit reassembling a tiger appeared.

“Oh! Hi there. Hi hi. I see I have a new wielder.” Roaar turned to Marinette. “Thank you guardian for choosing me for this. I am sure we will achieve great things together.”

“No problem Roaar. I hope you two will get by great together.” The girl smiled at enthusiastic Kwami.

“Uh… Hi little spirit. My name is Sabine.” Mother spoke, getting Roaar’s attention. 

“Ah. Pleasure to meet you. Hi Hi. I am Roaar, the kwami of power. I can grant you the strength, speed, agility or endurance in battle.”

“Roaar is also very friendly. You told me that you wish to have someone to read books with like the old times but I am always busy. She said she loves adventures. I am sure you will have a perfect time together maman!” Marinette was beaming. She could already see that her mom and the kwami would match each other perfectly. 

“That is indeed very considerate Marinette. Thank you for this gift. I can assure you we will do our best to help you sweety. And kick Chat Noir in the ass the moment I see him.” Sabine smiled overly sweet at the thought. 

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The next two months passed without much progress. Police disregarded the evidence whatsoever and all attempts to infiltrate Agreste manor ended with failure. The new heroine Pink Tigress joined the permanent rooster of heroes in Paris. Ladybug offered her father a miraculous too, but he decided that he will leave this stuff to the awesome girls in the house. 

Marinette spent most of her days either with Damian or Chloe. The girl didn’t pester Marinette for a miraculous like she expected and even covered for the young heroine when she needed it. She declared that she will earn her right be hero properly this time. But she was still her sassy self.

Alix indeed shifted sides, but so far she was unable to convince anyone else about Lila’s lies. Any attempt would end up with some Akuma and later the person would not remember what caused it or would eat up Lila’s lies. In the end it seemed that the liar was rooted too deeply to remove her. It didn’t really disheart neither Damian nor Chloe from trying. The two made it their personal mission to at least make Lila fear for her little empire at each step, albeit with little success besides few Akuma attacks. Marinette had no way of persuading them to stop. 

On the bright side of things, Sabine got in contact with Cass. At first the girl was reluctant to trust her newly discovered aunt, but as the relationship progressed the two woman got on the good side. Roaar also helped. Even if the sprite was not visible on camera, she still spoke on the phone and somehow the curious cat made Cass open up just enough for Sabine to make a connection. 

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With the trip rapidly approaching, Ladybug called the war council. All of the active heroes (and Chloe) gathered in Hotel Grand Paris since it was easier and less risky. They all came in civilian clothes under different excuses. Only Pink Tigress actually used her hero persona to enter. And Chat Noir was not invited.  Nobody wanted him and Tim decided that he had some revelation about the cat. 

“Okay. We can begin.” Tim said as he activated the scrambler. No transmission could now enter or leave the room without his permission. 

“Yes. As you all know soon Damian and I will have to leave for Gotham to finalize some of the… matters.” Marinette started, but her husband interrupted her

“tt. We are formalizing the marriage.” Damian bluntly explained.

The girl blushed, but continued anyway. “Yes. And it will be hard to keep fighting Akumas on the distance and with the time difference.”

“Maybe give someone else the earrings for the time.” Stephanie disregarded the matter. “I mean look at how many heroes there are here. I am sure we can deal with this.”

“Actually, the only two staying will be Ryuko and Viperion.” Sabine quickly dozed off the girl’s hopes.

“What?” Stephanie was surprised by this. 

“Miss Bourgeois...” Damian stopped himself from saying ‘Yellow Menace’. Just because the two worked against common enemy (Lila) didn’t mean they had to like each other. They both rivalized for Marinette’s attention. So far Damian still got most of it, but the girl made sure that Chloe didn’t feel neglected. She always made sure to invite the mayor’s daughter to all group activities and things that weren’t dates. Or at least what she didn’t think would be dates. That was one weird evening. 

“Chloe is going with the class. And I am very sorry Chloe but I am still hesitant to trust you with Miraculous.” Marinette stopped Damian from saying something that would turn the war council into just war.

“No worries Mari-bug. I know I acted utterly ridiculous! and I still must work for the trust. And I have some business in Gotham that I couldn’t really miss.” Chloe grinned maliciously. 

“Do we want to know what is that you seek in the city of crime, miss Bo… Chloe?” Kagami asked. She was still not used to referring to others by their first names. 

“Nope!” The girl stated smugly, popping the ‘P’. 

“Maybe it would be best to look back at Paris right now.” Luka decided to remind them why they were here between humming some songs. 

“Yes! But before the Hawkmoth matter, “ Marinette looked at the older Wayne in the room. “Tim, you said you had something about Chat Noir.”

“Right. Just let me get some coffee first” He stood up but Steph and Damian pulled him down.

“No coffee for you before this is over Drake. Some of us had evening plans.” The glare Damian sent him could only be rivaled by his fathers one, but Tim just shrugged. The boy was either bravest person on earth or just much too tired to care about his health. Given the amount of coffee he drank, it was almost certainly the second one.

“Fine Demon Spawn. Way to ruin the mood.” Red Robin instead displayed the video of fight with Chat d’Amour from various cctv cameras. “One thing bugged me about this one. He was akumatized to go after Mari, but it doesn’t make much sense. What would get him upset?”

“I… Actually I have no idea…” Marinette admitted.

“Oh! I can have few ideas.” Chloe chimed in. “But none are good. The best one is that this leather-clad jerk was just self-pitying himself so much that he attracted Akuma. But the other one is much worse: he actually followed you around and got angry with the fact you were dating Damian. It means he is even more creepy.” At this idea Marinette couldn’t help but notice that Kagami and Damian instinctively grabbed their swords. The fencer now carried a katana around. Her mother was pleased when the girl extended her repertoire and Damian had a sparring partner. Plus both looked less awkward if both brought swords to school. What Mari failed to notice is her mother slipping one hand into the sporting bag she had and pulling a rather large knife. It only got her attention when Sabine started sharpening it while looking about as casually as Chloe when she was applying make-up. She seemed natural.

“Uh… I apreciate the protectiveness, but I think you are scaring someone maman.”

“Don’t worry sweety. I just remembered that I forgot to do this back home.” Mother said casually, trying to calm her daughter. “I asked your aunt to get me one with Cat motif on it.” 

“Maman!”

“ekh.” Damian faux-coughed, getting their attention.

“Right. So what is the real reason Tim?”

“Well, I did some thinking and I came to the conclusion that while both reasons are probable, neither match the timeline.”

“Get to the finish line hon.” Stephanie urged him.

“Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste.” Tim sighted.

“I take it back. Explain.” The dumbfounded expression on Spoiler’s face spoke volumes.

“So first I back-tracked the time of his akumatization. Based on the moment he crashed your party I put it against how long it would take him to get there from each point in town and how long it would take Akuma to get from the spawning zone to him in that location. All times were average and I factored in the uncertainty. But no matter how you look at it, to match with this exact timing he had to start from this circle.” To make it easier to understand, Tim displayed the map of Paris with maked Hotel, the spawning zone as they came to call area from where Akumas supposedly originated (now even smaller than before with Agreste Manor close to the center), and a ring around the hotel. “As you can see, the ring goes directly through College Francoise Dupont. It would make sense if he was actually in the building or at least close. We also already knew that Chat Noir was around the same age as Marinette. This leaves us with three options. He would either need to be home-schooled, attend the college or not go to school at all to be able to be there. That is unless he was skipping school, but it is improbable.”

“And why is that Sherlock?” Chloe interrupted.

“Because it would be too hard for him to skip school enough to stay Chat Noir. I checked his arrival time on other Akuma cases. There is no other school in close enough proximity for him to attend if he didn’t constantly skip classes just to patrol the city or more specifically shadow your class. Take that Queenie!” He raised his hand in the air before resuming his serious tone. “Anyway. Based on this and the fact he was always close to his class I came to conclusion that he was a student at the school. Then I just went through all the male students that weren’t akumatized and compared their confirmed locations with Chat Noir sightings. I admit the Gorrizilla case threw me off track for a moment, but then I noticed that Chat was not present for the most of the case until Adriens head was covered by a helmet. It just so happened that our model just so happened to meet his look alike on that day. Coincidence? I think not!” He screamed.

“That is indeed some revelation…” Kagami started, but Tim shushed her.

“That’s not the end. I believe that Chat Noir is now working with Hawkmoth!”

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