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lily-drake · 2 years ago

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Lesson 8: Find What's Worth your Protection

Random: *glares at Marin* Marin: *blinks* … Jon: *leans slightly towards her* what’s her deal? Marin: if looks could kill.. *grins* well, I still wouldn’t care but- Jon: she’s glaring at you like you killed her mother. Marin: *blanks* …. Jon: did.. did you ki- Marin: *snaps her attention towards him* no???? *smiles warily* at least I don’t think so- Jon: Marin! Marin: *pushes his shoulder playfully* what??? *looks back at the Random* I had many missions, who knows, maybe shes a cousin or whatever. Jon: *groans into his hands* ~~~~~~~ Marin: …you’re not fazed by this. Jon: you’re Damian’s sister. Marin: I’ve done considerably worse than my brother has. Jon: again, you’re Damian’s sister. Marin: …which means? Jon: that you both were raised to be assassins and I? Don’t? Care? Marin: …you’re not fazed by my molds. Jon: *grimaces* Damian kind of.. explained the situation. Marin: *blinks* …did he? Jon: yeah… Marin: … Jon: sorry-? Marinette: *shrugs* its whatever, so what are we going to do later? Jon: uhh- homework-??? Marinette: sweet!! Let’s go. Jon: uh-huh..

Damian stared at the letter laid across his desk. He had read it, reread once, twice, thrice, and yet he still couldn’t fully process the words.

“ I don’t want to be found so don’t look for me. I am going to be who I want, I’m going to act how I want, and I’m not going to force myself to do things that will make me feel terrible. You will no longer be able to pressure me, and that means you will NOT pressure someone else instead. ”

Was he truly that terrible? Was it truly his fault for pressuring her and unintentionally pushing her away in the process?

“ I love my dearest little brother. Stay strong and know that I will one day visit. For now, I’m figuring things out for myself, and I finally feel like I have a grasp on my life. ”

He reread those few sentences over and over and over again reassuring himself. She would return, she would come back. She never broke a promise, not once. He scowled when he had read the last part of the letter, Jon was afraid of him! But then again, Jon still hadn’t told him despite the fact that Marin had been gone for three weeks now. It was infuriating. Speaking of Jon, he hadn’t heard his annoying voice at all yet, something was up.

Damian tucked the note away in his desk almost reverently before he stood up and marched out of his room. He would check the kitchen first, but the only one there was Beast Boy.

“Where is Kent?” He demanded while crossing his arms. Beast Boy turned to him with a confused frown before he shrugged.

“No clue man. Last I heard he had a “private call” to make, something about someone calling him, or whatever.” Damian’s frown deepened. It didn’t matter, he would just head to the training room, nothing defeating the highest level of holographic enemies wouldn’t fix.

______ Jon was on a secret mission, well, secret in the fact that he just didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing. What was he doing, well, currently he was trying not to let the craziest of the al Ghul-Waynes cut his head off. “Hey, hey! It’s me Marin! Please don’t kill me!” He shouted, keeping his hands up and forward in a show of peace and surrender. Her eyes were dark and predatory as she studied him.

“What are you doing here?” She growled, baring her teeth in a way that was definitely threatening.

“Is it so wrong to want to make sure my friend is okay after weeks of radio silence?”

He could hear her heart skip slightly at that, she was surprised. “What makes you think we’re friends?!” She snarled, pushing the blade that no doubt had bits and pieces of Kryptonite in it, further against his neck. He was so screwed. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

“The fact that we spent years together attending Gotham Academy and you know, our side job.” He replied nervously, making sure to keep perfectly still unless he really did want that dagger slitting his throat.

Marin let out a small hum, thinking over his words while allowing the dagger to stay firmly planted against his neck. “Fine, your answer is acceptable.” And just like that, the dagger was removed and hidden in one swift motion.

Jon let out a sigh of relief, moving slightly away from Marin to catch his breath. “Damian still thinks he’s scarier than you and I still don’t know how to convince him he’s wrong.” Jon gasped, cupping his throat as if that would protect it. He could feel the slight sting against his next from where the blade laid across the skin.

“Damian assumes much and understands little. He will not allow himself to believe that others can be feared more than himself. That’s one thing that will never change.” Marin stated with a roll of her eyes, “Now, why are you really here?” She demanded with a simple raise of her brow.

“Is it really too much to believe that I just came to check-up on you?” He asked, trying to show how sincere he was. All he really knew was that there was a falling out between Marin and the rest of her family that was so bad that she refused to come back. He wouldn’t pry or ask details, but he wanted to make sure his friend was okay. Her heart quickened slightly.

“As it’s coming from you, I guess not.” She replied flippantly. Jon honestly could not tell what she was thinking, she’d always been hard to read.

“So while I’m here, why don’t we go somewhere?” Marin sent him a sharp glare, and Jon quickly put his hands up in surrender once more. “Somewhere public of course. And it doesn’t have to be somewhere you visit often! I just wanted to catch up with you is all.”

“If you try anything, I will disassemble you piece by piece with my strongest and dullest kryptonite knife.” She watched the way the boy paled, enjoying the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed back his fear. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

Marin gave him a sharp nod before she turned on her heel and started walking away. Jon stood there for a few moments more, still frozen in shock before he hurried after her. “Wait up Marin! Come on, it’s not like we’re in school right now.”

Marin just rolled her eyes, a small smirk on her lips as she watched Jon running after her. Once Jon was right at her side, her smile was gone without a trace. “Sooo…” Jon began, side eyeing her with a large grin.

“None of your business.” She replied sternly.

“Come on, I didn’t even ask anything yet.” He whined. Marin rolled her eyes, but never faltered in her steps.

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still the same.”

Jon sighed and crossed his arms, “I just wanted to know if you like anyone you’ve met here.” They walked in silence for a few minutes, before she finally answered. It wasn’t that she hated this type of silence, she just liked making people wait in suspense.

“There are a few people that I’ve come to tolerate.” She replied flippantly. His eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Oooh, is that so? And what have these people done for you to even “tolerate” their existence?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, that’s why I asked.” Goodness, she forgot just how infuriating this farmboy was.

“Well isn’t that just a shame, guess you’ll just have to suffer in your curiosity.” She mocked as she weaved through the crowded streets with ease, all while Jon attempted to stay by her side.

“You never were the merciful twin.” He muttered to himself.

“Only when it suits what I need.” She shrugged, stretching her arms slightly. Jon gave a small exasperated huff before they continued walking together in silence. It lasted all of five minutes before Jon slightly nudged her to gain her attention. She raised a silent questioning brow at him, usually he just called her name. She watched as he tilted his head slightly to the left in the direction of a middle aged woman that was glaring at her, and specifically her.

* Marin blinked a few times, trying to see if the woman was familiar at all, because no one glared at her like that without a reason. She felt as Jon moved in slightly, whispering next to her ear, “What’s her deal?”

“If looks could kill,” she started, a small grin creeping up her face, “well, I still wouldn’t care but-”

“She’s glaring at you like you killed her mother or something.” Jon muttered jokingly, cutting her off. Marin didn’t falter in her steps, but it was a near thing as any signs of amusement quickly fled her face. Jon actually pauses and stared at her with a mix of fear and worry in his eyes. “Did…did you ki-”

Marin felt her body snap to attention, a jolt of fear rushing through her. For a second, she thought Bruce was there, waiting to catch her slipping up so he could finally turn her away. But he wasn’t here, she needed to remember that. He. Isn’t. Here. “No?” She tried to give Jon a smile, pulling in as much of Rebecca as possible, but came out as more of a grimace than anything. “At least I don’t think so…” She said trailing off slightly, trying to recall if she actually had done that. Rebecca was always getting lost in thought, she was always the dreamer.

“Marin!” Jon hollered in shock. She needed to focus right now, maybe Rebecca was the wrong mold to use. But she was also very nice and playful, so she’ll stick with it. Rebecca Marin playfully shoved Jon at his shoulder, before continuing her walk, almost skipping down the street, forcing Jon to pick up the pace after her once more.

“What?” She said with a smile, glancing at the seemingly random person one last time before looking forward. “I had many missions. Who knows, maybe she’s a cousin or whatever.” She said in an almost playful tone. She could hear Jon’s muffled groan, but she didn’t care, she just needed to get away from this place. Get away from the people she may have harmed when she was in the League.

Jon watched Marin, he could tell she was currently using one of her molds, it was a little jarring at times, but he understood why she did it. As they walked farther and farther away from the crowds he watched as she slowly removed her mask, returning once more to being Marin. He had seen her do this so many times when they were at school or on missions, but no matter how many times he watched her do it, it never took away the sense of hurt he felt for her.

They stayed silent for another long while, traveling everywhere yet nowhere at once. This time, it was Marin to interrupt the silence, “...You’re not fazed by this?” Her tone was flat, not giving away any of her emotions. Marin was officially back.

“You’re Damian’s sister.” He replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“I’ve done considerably worse than my brother has.” She countered.

“Again, you’re Damian’s sister.” He responded as if that explained everything.

With a small huff of frustration she asked, “Which means?”

“That you and your brother were both raised to be assassins and I? Don’t? Care?” Marinette watched from the corner of her eyes as he tilted his head slightly with an unsure, almost sarcastic, smile.

“So, you're not fazed by my molds?” She asked, raising her brow in challenge.

Jons smile became more of a grimace as he glanced away uncomfortably. “Damian kind of…explained the situation,” he answered hesitantly.

Marin really shouldn’t have been surprised, but as she blinked at Jon, she could admit (never out loud) that she was a little shocked. “...Did he?” Damian always tried to avoid talking about the League, and especially her molds. Damian hated them, so it was a little shocking that he would even tell someone else about them rather than pretending she had Multi-Personality Disorder….Now that she thought about it-NO! She wasn’t going down that rabbit hole right now.

“Yeah…Sorry?” he still wasn’t looking her in the eye. She didn’t like that, but who cares. It’s not like it really mastered in the end. When she looked away from Jon and back to the street in front of her, she noticed that she was in front of the bakery. Well, if he wasn't fazed, then it didn’t really matter who she was right now.

So, with a shrug of her shoulders and a lightness to her step that always seemed to follow Marinette, she replied. “It’s whatever, so what are we going to do later?” She asked with her brightest smile, it almost felt real when she watched Jon’s reaction to her switch.

“Uhhh, homework?” he asked more than stated, obviously unsure where this was headed.

“Sweet! Let’s go.” She cheered as she grabbed ahold of his arm and started dragging him towards the bakery, and away from the eyes she could feel following them.

“Uh-huh.” Jon let her tug him forward with a roll of his eyes, his farm drawl coming out slightly. She would never admit this out loud, but it was nice to have an old friend teammate here, and hopefully for once, she wouldn’t be the reason they got killed.

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