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Snitches 4: Tim gets in trouble ao3 story link (entire thing is posted, with edits to earlier chapters)

The vet had big horrible hands in stinky rubber gloves. Danny sneezed at him unhappily and didn’t move to come out.

“Um, he might bite,” Jazz Hands warned. “He’s a little wild…” He trailed off in disbelief as Danny made the contrary decision to stand out and twine out to rub his scent glands on the vet’s stinky gloves.

“No, he’s a sweetheart,” said the vet. He scratched Danny’s ears sooooo good. Ooh. Oh yeah. Why wasn’t Frostbite ever this considerate? Danny went up onto his toes to rub his side against the man’s arm, struggling to express his happiness without using his whole body weight.

Jazz Hands sighed. He said nothing for a moment. Then he apparently decided to have a good attitude about things. “I’d like a checkup, he’s new to the family. My little brother rescued him and instantly…”

The vet laughed at whatever gesture Jazz Hands had made. “Oh yes, this is the family cat now,” he agreed. “What a handsome little man!” Danny purred and bumped his nose against that hand.

“Um- I was concerned that he might have mange, or a rash, or like, mold-”

“No, no. This is a very healthy looking Lykoi cat. Look at-”

“That’s a breed? Someone wants cats to-” Jazz Hands sounded appalled. Danny opened his eyes explicitly to give him a dirty look. Jazz Hands guiltily dodged eye contact and coughed into his fist. “So, he’s, uh, always going to look like that? Vaguely evil?”

The vet hesitated a moment. “He’ll probably have less fur at some points. This is as good as it gets.”

“...Thank you for managing expectations. Alright. What’s a health check include?”

The first thing that happened was that they checked Danny’s weight on the table.

“Underweight, actually. Hmm. I might need a sample.”

Danny dozed off a bit, minding his own business. Until someone held his back down, lifted his tail, and he found out that they needed a stool sample.

When he was freed he tore away and hid under the office chair, highly offended.

The conclusion was even more offensive: “Parasites. So I’ll give you medicine for that.”

“Like, worms? The cat has worms?” Jazz Hands seemed to be feeling even more regret.

Danny scoffed. Like hell he did! He wasn’t really a cat. He was a human boy. Humans didn’t get worms, unless they did dumb shit like… like.

His nose twitched. He suddenly remembered that both he and Tucker were actively losing weight despite their campaign to put on some muscle and look cool before graduation. That… Okay.

‘Did Nasty Burger betray me?’ Danny let out a sad little meow about it and huddled. Who could have expected that? Sure, it was a raw tuna burger flash sale in a land-locked state, at a fast food chain that specialized in beef. But. Would the Nasty Burger really risk the health of customers through unethical-

Oh. Well. Duh, they would. They were probably lucky nothing worse happened, now that he thought of it.

Danny made a mental note to tell Tucker immediately that he needed to get to a veterinarian and get started on a treatment regimen.

He behaved for the rest of the visit and the car ride home, lost in thought. The only thing that came close to shaking his mood was the ordeal of taking his medicine. “I should let Dami give it to you, so you don’t hate me forever,” Jazz Hands muttered about it. “Come on Baldy Butt, take your pill!”

Danny very nearly bit him to the bone in recompense for the slander. He only refrained because hey, free healthcare! He didn’t want to wait until he was back in Amity to take care of this. He took the pill off of a long, callused palm with his tongue and struggled to swallow it down dry. Jeeze! Get a guy a bowl of water or something!

“How’s the cat?” Bruce asked as Danny strode past him, tail twitching with irritation. Timothy was already back. He looked up from his tablet to watch the procession.

Jazz Hand snorted and made- well, he made jazz hands. “Behold, a noble Lykoi cat, an animal that is intended to look like that!”

“No shit?” Timothy snickered. “He’s walking around with his buttcheeks half out and that’s how it’s meant to be?”

Danny decided that he was going to victimize Timothy. He sat and tried to make eye contact, projecting evil intent. Timothy did not look at him. Danny kept looking. As soon as that dickhead turned his head, he was going to feel unadulterated malice.

“Boys.” Bruce sounded unendingly tired. “Please don’t talk like that about your little brother’s pet.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Bruce,” said Jazz Hands. “I can see his weird pink butt. We can’t pretend otherwise. He looks like raw chicken.”

“I thought it was going to like, die,” Timothy agreed. He put his tablet down. “Like, of tuberculosis or some wasting disease.”

Bruce let out a big sigh. Danny huffed. He twitched his tail and directed outright evil at Timothy.

Timothy did not notice. In fact, Timothy got up and walked out of the room, talking with Jazz Hands.

That left his tablet unattended.

Danny crept up on the tablet, leaning into his body's hunting instincts. If that thing was connected to the internet, he could send his important message to Tucker. He looked between the tablet and Bruce as he inched closer. His heart thudded in his little kitty chest.

Bruce stood up! Danny huddled- and watched as Bruce walked out without really looking at him. As soon as Bruce’s shadow was out of sight, Danny scampered the rest of the way and verified that Timothy’s tablet hadn’t locked yet from inactivity. Score! He wasn’t up for jailbreaking.

Timothy had a lot of apps on this. Oof. Danny squinted at it. So much garbage. He helpfully deleted a few apps, dragging redundant meeting and word processing apps to the bin. Then he opened up Tweeter and painstakingly typed in Tucker’s screen name.

It was hard. Fuck. Paws weren’t made for this! He finally found him and friend requested Tucker. He waited, twitching his tail in the air behind him. He waited forever. Whole minutes passed. He couldn’t bear it!

Fine. New plan. Tucker would answer the request when he saw it. He’d just treat this like it was his account. Danny painstakingly opened up a new twoot and tagged Tucker’s handle first. Then he typed up: Git checked for worms loser.”

Send twoot!

Danny leapt away from the tablet, good deed done for the day. He prowled around the mansion, had a bathroom break and wiped his paws extensively on the clever wet mat, and then took a nap on Robin’s bed. He woke up because people were being rudely loud.

Annoying! He tried to ignore it. But they just wouldn’t shut up.

That was it. Danny launched himself off the bed and went to hunt down the jerks and yell them into submission. He found Timothy looking like a jerk, as usual, arms crossed and face pink. “I am not cyberbullying anyone!” he said. It sounded like he’d been saying it multiple times.

“Tim, there’s already articles.” Bruce said. Danny padded into the room, sick of being the most mature person on the property.

Jazz Hands cut him off, laughing as he read: “Millionaire CEO accuses underprivileged child of having worms.” He made a sound that reminded Danny of an air horn. Wow, his face was pink from trying not to laugh.

“I did not do that!” Timothy’s voice went high. “What the hell- someone hacked me or something.” Danny flinched at the sound, ears flicked back. “All the fingerprints are mine, fine. There's other routes to investigate.”

Hey. Wait. He snickered. Was Timothy in trouble because of Danny's twoot? If so, excellent. Timothy sucked.

“Timothy.” Bruce lifted his hands. “Alright, alright. Maybe someone did twoot from your account. But- it’s okay, if this is a cry for attention, or if you need to step back a bit-”

Timothy made a wordless yell of frustration.

Hey, shut up! Danny meowed loudly over him.

They made eye contact. Timothy looked feral, eyes wide and resentful. His cheeks were flushed and his hands curled into fists.

“What is this wretched cacophony?” Robin strode into the room, still carrying his bookbag. “Is this truly the important, adult business from which I am forcibly excluded?”

Danny shut his mouth. He tilted his face to the side. Hi Robin!

Robin knelt and held out a hand for Danny’s perusal. He took up the offer and sniffed to find out what Robin had been up to since they left. Mm, pencil smell. Something metallic, too. He let the hand pet him when he was done. He didn’t protest either when Robin expertly picked him up and braced him against his chest.

Timothy looked between Danny and Robin. He closed his mouth very tightly. But he looked like he thought they were somehow responsible for his predicament. Danny stuck out his tongue. Haha, I'm a fucking cat. You'll never catch me!

“Um, new update. Tucker Foley just returned your friend request and tagged you in a post saying-” Jazz Hands snorted on a laugh and had to stop to cackle for an uncomfortably long period of seconds. He gasped in a few steadying breaths and scraped his hair off of his face. “Um, he’s honored that you twooted about him? He did get checked out and yes, he had intestinal worms.” He broke down again in wheezing laughter to such an extent that he sank to the floor while the others stared.

Timothy’s whole face twitched.

“I suppose… that there is no need to issue a statement,” Bruce half-asked. He seemed confused about it. “If Mr. Foley is unoffended...”

Of course he wasn’t offended. He really had worms. Danny rolled his eyes.

“Illuminating,” Robin said flatly. “I take my leave with the only intelligent company in this house.”

Who was- Oh! It’s me! It’s me! Danny purred up a storm as he was carried away from the sounds of renewed argument.

“We must play and bond in the brief hours of freedom,” Robin explained in a low tone. “I will patrol the city late into the night. I have begun investigating the likelihood of equipping you for combat to accompany me, but as of yet the plan is undeveloped.”

Danny made a noncommittal mrrp and let Robin drop him to the bed covers. Inclusion was a nice thought, but not really necessary. He was fed up with being a teenage vigilante. He wasn't really interested in playing cat games, either, but- oh! His eyes went wide at the fascinating darting movement of the red light that Robin had clicked on.

It wasn't a prey animal. Danny stared at it, frowning. It was a laser. There was nothing to catch- leap!

Fuck, it was getting away- pounce! Danny tore after it, torpedoing along the bedframe and leaping up the wall. He was desperate to get the red light. He had to bite and kill it. It was impossible but he had to.

Robin ran him ragged with the expertise of a conductor, wringing feats of athleticism that Danny would never have dreamed of out of his panting cat body. When he finally collapsed, he had the sense that Robin approved highly of his efforts.

“I have a sketch that you may find pleasing,” Robin informed Danny. He put away the laser, sat down on the bed, and started petting. “Unfortunately, you will never be a swordsman. You have no thumbs.”

Too true. Danny nodded sagely. He had more thumbs than Robin thought, but still zero chance of getting good at sword fighting.

“So I designed a vest of sorts upon which we could mount weaponry for you, such as perhaps a small turret with smoke pellets, or a gun. You could operate it by biting a trigger- yes, just so,” Robin said, apparently totally unbothered by Danny toothing at his hand to try to end the topic. A gun??? Why would Danny need a cat mounted gun?

…Timothy.

No, bad. Danny shook the thought off and flicked his ears rapidly to wave it away. He couldn't shoot Timothy, not even for the crime of being a big jerk to sweet little Robin.

He ended up falling asleep. He woke to an empty manor. It was fine.

Danny prowled the halls, and he wasn't creeped out by how big and empty it was. He wasn't bothered that it was scary and he was alone.

Okay. Nope. Danny planted himself in front of the trick entrance at the clock and cried pitifully. He needed an adult, someone who could reach the light switch.

Alfred eventually came to let him in. Danny made a grateful nyaaang and rushed down the stairs. The old man followed at a sedate pace. He sat down on the same chair as before and looked at Danny pointedly, as if to say, well, go on then. Danny leapt back up onto Robin's chair and loafed.

Alfred put his earpiece back in. “I have returned. No, there's no emergency. Agent Snitches required assistance with a door.”

He said it so dryly that Danny almost missed that he was being mocked. He considered being offended but. Ya know. It was true.

“His acquaintance? Perhaps if you attend brunch.”

Danny pricked his ears for more of that topic, but Alfred didn't say anything else for a long time. He dozed, happier and secure in the semi dark cave with the occasional sound of gunfire and cracks through the headset.

He roused when he was carried to bed. He ate a late night snack of wet food while Robin showered. He only remembered he had a job to do when he was drifting off on Robin's pillow. The child was dead asleep.

Danny almost groaned, but he wasn't going to wake the baby. Did he really have to? Surely after the day's excitement and all the terrible sounds his joints had made, old man Bruce had seen sense and decided to actually go to bed. Seriously. That man's ankles sounded like a mouthful of pop rocks.

Danny heaved a put-upon sigh about it but he ghosted his way out of Robin's room and prowled to check on Bruce.

He wasn't in his room. Fuck. Danny ran to the grandfather clock– Bruce must have already gone through.

Fuck. Did he get Timothy? Timothy was a big old jerk to innocent cats and little brothers, but he sure was pissy at Bruce.

Yes. Good ally. Danny raced to the right bedroom and politely pawed at the wood. Bap, bap.

The door swung open and Timothy aimed a kick into the open air. Danny tilted his head up to watch it sail a few feet over his head.

What a weird guy. He meowed once, quietly.

“...It’s you.” Timothy deflated and went to close his door. “Go back to the kid, cat. I do not want you in my room.”

I don’t want to be in your dumb room!

Danny hissed and then pointed at Bruce’s closed door with his nose. He followed up by pawing at the air in that direction and meowing once, pointedly, with all the disdain he could muster.

Timothy looked at him for a long time. He started to frown in thought. “There’s no way… Maybe you just want Bruce.” He seemed torn between curiosity and going back to his room. “Fine.” He strode out into the hallway and rapped on the closed door with his knuckles.

Silence. Of course there was.

“No way,” Timothy muttered, and pushed the door open. “Did he-” He let out a put-upon sigh. “Sorry, cat. I am not going into the cave to drag him out. He never listens to me. I could get Alfred- no, I am not waking him up.” He scowled about it and then his face cleared. “On second thought, I can tattle to someone else.” Timothy pulled his phone out of his pocket and started rapidly typing, smiling unpleasantly. He closed his door on Danny without even saying goodnight.

Danny sneezed his indignation on the closed door. But that was probably as good as he was going to get. He went back to Robin’s room and slid through the closed door in time to make eye contact with the sleepy child, hair mussed from looking under the bed.

Danny looked at Robin. Whoops!

Robin looked at Danny. His expression was inscrutable.

Danny took the last sheepish step in, phasing through the door.

“This will make it even easier for you to assist me in the field. Good work, Snitches.” Robin dropped the bedskirt and held out his hand for like, a shake? Did he want a handshake? Danny edged closer out of curiosity and discovered that someone had taught Robin to do fistbumps to express approval. He bapped his paw against Robin’s closed fist.

They had a good night. Danny thought that the increasing guilt about disappearing from Amity Park might keep him up but it turned out that his cat body did not give a fuuuuck.

When they woke up, Robin had another training session planned. He taught Danny some codes and drills. Danny wanted to know where this was going, so he hissed, hid, and slashed the air when directed. Then Danny trotted at Robin’s heels down the hallway where they both did some light cardio and drank water. After that, they headed to the breakfast table, where they were immediately beset upon by an army of loud teenagers.

“Ignore them,” Robin said imperiously. Danny nodded and stalked to his place mat, head held high despite giggles and a male voice saying, “Wow, that is an ugly cat.”

“Don’t be mean,” said a girl. Danny looked up out of sheer curiosity. He’d only seen guys here. There were two girls now, the blonde who had defended his honor and an East Asian girl who seemed to have transcended the chaos in favor of what looked like grape juice.

He appreciated anyone in his corner. Danny gave Blondie a nod and a short meow and then tucked his feet into his body, waiting to be served. He had a drink already like everyone else but- he sniffed. Oh! That wasn’t water, it was a fish broth. He lapped at it.

“Damian, the cat will not be able to join us in the field,” Bruce said tiredly. “Cats lack martial capacity and they are not trainable.”

“Perhaps to the inferior that is true,” Robin said scornfully. “Snitches! Slash!”

The entire table looked over. Danny sort of hated being a freak show, but he dutifully showed off his claw attack at the air above his empty tray. Robin was just a little kid. He didn’t want to embarrass the poor little guy.

Everyone started talking again.

“Silence!” Robin held up a hand, burning with pride. “Snitches, take cover!”

Now everyone watched in dead, awkward silence as Danny darted under the same piece of furniture he’d hid under yesterday.

“Snitches, bite!” Robin directed him with a finger at–

“Do not!” Timothy shouted, standing up with more trust in Robin's cat training capacity than expected, but Danny was already darting for his feet, grinning wildly. He lunged with paws and teeth at the same time, aiming to hold his foot and bite at his ankle. But Timothy was fast! Danny chased him until he was snatched right out of the air by big hands. He stopped struggling immediately and hung there. Boo. Hiss. He had failed. Defeated by fucking Timothy. L for Danny.

“It is alright, Snitches,” Robin reassured him. “You have only begun your training. Despite his many inadequacies, Timothy is an intimidating opponent for a beginner.”

The man holding Danny began to laugh way too loudly in his ear. Danny squirmed to be let down.

“Is it just me or was that freaky?” asked Blondie. “Because that seemed freaky. I’m not an expert on cats, but-”

“I am,” Robin loftily interrupted. “Release Snitches at once, Todd. He requires breakfast to maintain his strength. He, unlike the many slackers and layabouts that infest this household, has already committed an hour to training this morning.”

Todd let Danny go after a head pet. Danny stalked away, tail up, feeling pretty damn smug about shutting all these jerks up.

“Breakfast is served.” Alfred came back with a cart, apparently unbothered by the extremely troubled silence of a room full of people trying to remember what real cats were like. “Master Snitches, your kibble, sir. And for the table, I have seasonal fruits, pan au-”

Danny tuned that out to snarf down his food, which was really good. Maybe he should try cat food when he was human again.

He spent about a week like that, training with Robin and helping Alfred to maintain order in the household. And then just like a switch flipping, Danny knew that he could go back to his human body. He thought it over for a while, torn.

On the one hand, his parents had probably noticed he was gone by now, and he was going to have so much homework. Was that an argument for going home or for staying here forever? He twitched his ears, torn. If he was a cat, he never had to explain where he’d been. He would be done with essays. Here, he had free food and healthcare for life. It was a pretty sweet deal, wasn’t it?

No! That was nuts. He couldn’t be a cat forever.

But these people also had like, tons of security cameras around. So Danny waited until Robin left for school and then walked off in full view, feeling pretty bad about depriving a kid of his pet but also, he did sort of miss his friends and family.

He got home to Amity after a long and circuitous journey on public transportation and resolved to put the incident behind him.

It did not work.

Snitches the cat and his favorite bat

I wrote up dpxdc fics based off of prompts I happened to see in the last day to add to the reading pile for anyone who didn't prep for the archive down time today.

Snitches the cat comes from @garbagewith-a-cherryontop (I think??? I couldn't find a definite first post!) but the fantastic linked post is the one with how I think Snitches the cat looks here.

Word count is 1053.

Tumblr reference

masterpost for my AO3 downtime fics

“Ugh- that's not- did we just summon a demon cat?”

“It's so messed up looking. Ew.”

Danny blinked and swayed on his feet. He'd had a tail a minute ago, speeding across the GZ to check in on Walker. There had been an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. And now he was on his feet. All four of them.

Wait, what?

“You fucked this up.”

His ears twitched at the sound of a slap. Danny swiveled towards the sound and then got distracted by the feeling of his ears swiveling back. Whaaaaat?

He looked down at his precious little feeties. They were adorable paws.

“Oh, you motherfuckers,” he said. It came out as a conversational yowl.

The humans looked at him from about ten feet away and five feet up. “Annoying…”

He was pretty sure they were high schoolers. There were five of them, two girls and three boys. They were all bigger than him. High schoolers were usually bigger than he was, but this was just ridiculous.

“Count yourself lucky, dimwits,” one of the older kids said. He took a step towards Danny. Danny pressed his ears flat against his head and hissed at the approach. “If you managed to sacrifice Patches to a demon, your Mom would straight up murder you.” He laughed when he said it, like anything about that was remotely funny.

Uh- what now?

Only now, Danny noticed a very distressed calico cat underneath a laundry basket on the other side of the room. There was a stack of textbooks weighing the basket down. A large rug had been rolled up and- he sneezed rapidly, eyes watering. Chalk! They'd drawn on the floor with chalk!

‘This is some incompetent summoning,’ Danny realized, way too late. ‘Did they- how did they turn me into a cat?’ He looked at his unfortunate brethren under the laundry basket. Her ears were flat against her skull and she looked scared.

He remembered the word “sacrifice” and his blood flushed hit with fury. They'd wanted him to eat her! They'd wanted something to eat miss Patches!

The teenagers froze and looked at him, aghast at the angry sounds that were coming out of his throat.

“Shut up!” One hissed. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. Danny dodged and then threw his head back to yowl even louder. Sonic attack! Aural damage, you big jerks!

“The neighbors are going to- make it shut up!”

Danny had to run, dashing over furniture and tearing his way across a crowded table to avoid being grabbed. He screamed the whole time, eager to alert whoever they were so afraid of. Someone should see!

The window burst in.

Danny stopped running, shocked. He hadn't actually expected-

Someone snatched him up from behind and smacked him on the face with a palm. His jaw exploded with pain. It cut off his yowling.

Stunned. He was still for a moment and then he struggled for his life. The grip on his ribs was way too tight-

He looked over at the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheath. Holy shit, that was bomb as hell. His eyes went wide at the sight of a heavily armored small child crouched on the windowsill. The boy's eyes were covered, but Danny could still see him look at Danny and the poor calico under the laundry basket. He sneered.

“Unhand the cat or lose your hands at the wrist, you wretch.”

Danny loved him.

The teenager dropped him. Danny caught himself with a stumble. He let out a sad mraow before he could stop himself.

Fight club baby was enraged. “What have you done to this animal?” He hopped down into the room, revealing he was at least a foot shorter than the smallest girl in the room.

Danny trotted to him and started winding around his ankles admiringly. What a good kid! He purred.

“I will be taking both of your cats with me. If you ever harm an animal again, it will be your head that is found in a chalk-”

“Robin.” A hugeass grown man squeezed himself through the window that the kid had broken. Danny craned his head up, up, up, to see him case the joint.

The older man radiated incredible judgment. “I see that you require education on animal welfare and demonic summoning. Go on, Robin.”

“That's my Mom's cat!” One of the teenagers protested. “You can't take her!”

Robin growled at her. Danny jumped in his skin at the sound.

“Then we shall return it to your Mother and her alone, when we explain what you've done.” Danny let murder baby scoop him up and purred at full volume. Hell yeah. He looked at the cowering teenagers with condescension.

“Not that fugly thing.”

Danny blinked. He ended up making an inquisitive mraow. Why was a finger being pointed at him? He was baby.

“That thing showed up, you can get rid of it. But Patches is Mom's cat, and you can't steal a cat because-”

“Batman can steal any cat!” Robin bit out, gathered up Patches, and jumped out the window with both cats in an expert grip.

That didn't sound right, but Danny just enjoyed the night air as a line pulled Robin up to where yet another masked vigilante was waiting, cackling himself to tears.

“Batman can steal any cat,” he wheezed. “Brilliant. Good detour, Robin. Can I hold one?” He held out his blue-striped palms expectantly.

He faltered when he saw Danny, visibly surprised.

Danny… was starting to feel bad. He curled into Robin, hurt. He wasn't ugly. Why did people keep reacting to him weird?

“No,” Robin said curtly. “You have damaged his pride, and Patches is still reeling from her shock.”

The man let out a sigh but let the topic go. “That's Patches, and this is…?”

Robin hesitated. “He is the Snitch.”

That unlocked cooing. “Snitches? Snitchy Snitch Sni- ow!”

Danny snapped at the hand that came way too close and he let out a warning growl. No baby talk!

Robin seemed very pleased. He rubbed behind Danny's ears. “Snitch… I suppose that Snitches will suffice. We are taking him home.”

“....Maybe, just for fun, we should take him to get treated for mange first!” The guy made jazz hands to go with his statement.

Robin and Danny both growled that time.

#snitches the cat au #dp x dc #dc x dp #there is a ao3 story now #sequel planned

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artxyra · 4 years ago

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The Secret Life of MDC | Part 6

Part 6: Just let them fall

Part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

Note: If you had read the original version on my website, I totally did not rewrite this entire part just to avoid a fight scene.

The mission was simple: save the two idiot exchange students that don’t have any common sense. It was a frustrating task to even track them down. Base on the footage from security cameras and likely villains who are crazy enough to start drama, it is very likely that the dumb and dumber are safe but being hold over a pot of acid, fire, or water will killer animals. Who knows?

“You know, they just have given us an excuse to bring the Gotham miraculous crew back into action,” Andrena says as her bee-like wings flutter to life. Her eyes narrowly focus on anything strange.

To Gotham, Andrena is equivalent to Paris’ Melitta Bee (Chloe’s new alias once she was inducted back onto the team). Every member of Paris’ MT has a Gotham counterpart. For Ladybug it was Ladybird, for Chat Noir it was Lykoi. Then for the two missing members Viperion and Ryoku, there was Python and Naga. The only difference two their styles are more realistic and less magical.

“There is no time for play, Bee.” Ladybird walks out from the shadows, the current boy wonder walking behind her. She crosses her arms and lets out a heavy sigh. “As long as we are active in the fight any damage the two may endure could be undone. You know how I hate to bring out the team.” Everyone could see the tiredness behind the red and black mask that lies in her bluebell eyes.

“Tt. They deserve whatever comes their way.” Robin scoffs. From the corner of his eyes, he could see his siblings joining them on the roof. “What did you find?” This question wasn’t pointed to anyone directly, but they all knew there was one person with the answers.

“Red Robin—” Lykoi lowkey hums ‘Yum’ much to everyone dismay “—has appointed Oracle as our eyes, and together that have determined that the two missing students are located in one of five potential areas.”

“That does not help our case, Wing.” Nightwing would never admit it but a glaring Ladybird is a dangerous Ladybird.

Silence followed as everyone thinks of something.

“Do we have to save them? They just made this worse on everybody.” It was Lykoi’s voice that surprisingly states this. Everyone turns to the cat theme hero with wide eyes. “What?”

“Normally under typical Paris standards, I would say no, but do to the fact that we are in Gotham and my job is on the line, I am legally obligated to say yes.” Ladybird pulls out her communicator and turns it on. “Everyone’s logged on.” A series of nods, groans, and yeses. “Good RR, what’s the plan?”

“Yes, but you’re not going to like it,” Red Robin could hear the impending groaning coming his way and he is not wide awake enough for this.

Which lead the Miraculous Team and the Bats to be split across Gotham searching for the two exchange students.

Ladybird and Robin’s location was empty. Nothing unusual about the location it was just an unused warehouse.

“I hate them.”

“Them being everyone or the two the idiots.”

“What do you think?”

Robin shakes his head and lets out a hefty sigh.

Lykoi and Nightwing’s location proved to be difficult to find. At first, that thought this was the place, but both heroes vigilantes were proven wrong.

“We both agree not to tell Ladybird.”

“Agree, she would kill us.”

“I heard that.” It wasn’t Ladybird’s voice that came through the comms. It was Oracle’s. “Don’t worry I won’t tell Birdie.”

Lykoi and Nightwing share a glance. It was better to be blackmailed by Oracle than be grilled by Ladybird—well that what they think anyway.

For Andrena and Red Robin, it was more of a battle of wits and smarts between the two. Actually, more on Red Robin than with Andrena (she didn’t want to be a partner with Red Hood).

“You better hope that one of the others found this fucking warehouse or I will kill you myself. These boots were expensive.” Andrena shrieks pointing to the mud that now lays pack on her boots.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it up to you.”

Andrena rolls her eyes and opens her communicator, Red Robin does the same. However, the outcome was different for the two. On Red Robin’s feed, it was static, he quickly goes into work to scramble the information given. Andrena sees a message from Red Hood. It reads, “Found it, suckers!”

“Hood found the warehouse.” Andrena places her communicator back on her person and looks to Red Robin. She could see the invisible sweat and sleep on his face through the cowl. “Let’s go.”

RR lets out a frustrating sigh, but as he types a last-minute code into his device the static slowly turns into quality footage. Not high quality but enough pinpoint what is happening. The room is dark but there is an ominous green glow at the lower half of the screen.

“Shit,” RR murmurs through it was loud enough to catch Andrena’s attention as an electric blue glow begins to grow behind her.

“What?” It was breathless yet concerning. Behind her, the portal fully develops causing her to let out a low growl and pushing RR in the direction of their “ride”. “Just explain it to the others.”

The portal closes and the first person they are meet by is a somewhat disappointing Ladybird.

“Hey Buggy,” Andrena sheepishly smiles, better throw RR under the bus, “RR found something interesting. Check it out.”

Ladybird makes her way over to the bee and the third Robin, she eyes RR practically asking him the question, “what he found”. Everyone waits with bated breaths as he shows her the footage. This time unlike the awkward murky background, it shows Lila and Alya tied together on a mini platform that is slowly lowering to the ominous glow below them.

“Is it sad that I want to see them fall.” The ladybug theme hero sighs into her glove-cover hands. “Alright, we need a game plan. Hood, what did you find?”

“There is a tunnel beneath the building. There’s no exterior access.”

“Oracle is sending us a blueprint.” Red Robin adds to which Nightwing nods and checks in his own portable monitor. Robin tsks and crouches down on the ground.

The planning process to a good minute to formulate.

“Is everyone in position?” The question ran through everyone’s coms as their trained bodies wait patiently for the cue. The Questioner (most likely Ladybird or Nightwing) took their silence as an answer. “Let’s go.”

The vigilantes are immediately greeted by darkness.

“Argh, my hair!” All movement ceased to exist. The Miraculous Team automatically knew that screech. It was Lila’s. “Please, I promise Bruce Wayne will make your life worthwhile. I’m very good friends with him.” Everyone, aside from Robin, felt a shiver go down their spines. Robin had gagged at the thought of Lila, his girlfriend’s tormentor, being friends with his father.

“Are you sure we can’t kill her?” Red Hood asks, well more like stated but everyone knows what he meant. He didn’t receive an answer.

“Better yet, who’s the person that decided to capture the two. There are only two heat signatures in the building.” Tim fiercely types against his device.

Nightwing kicks down the door. The large thud grabs the two teens' attention.

“We’re saved.” Lila cries out in delight. Her face literally brightens much to everyone (aside from Alya’s) dismay.

“Yes, I can finally get that interview just like you said, gurl.” Alya squeals her body wiggling on the platform.

Robin staggers in his footsteps. Interview? Like you said? Something isn’t adding up.

“Are you girls okay?” Nightwing typically heroic voice shines through as Red Robin rushes to what he believes to be the controls for the platform.

“No! We’re tied together, slowly moving to our deaths.” Alya shouts, “Ladybug?”

“Uh... no, I’m Ladybird. Now hold still.” Balancing herself on the platform in front of the two, she pulls out a knife and quickly goes cuts to the first layers of rope. “We’re the villain?”

“He was getting something to surprise us.” Lila’s voice squeaks a little. Everyone pulls back to face Lila, not including Alya.

“What do you mean?” Robin fakes a cough and glares at the Italian girl.

“No, no,” Lila begins to sweat. Her mind running multiple scenarios to get out of this. “We have no idea where he went. It was pitch black for us.” Tears forms in her eyes. Alya tries to comfort her bestie but couldn’t due to their bindings.

“Red Hood, stay on high alert, Lykoi, Andrena, follow his lead.” Ladybird cuts through the final rope. Alya shuffles her feet to get away…

“Ah!” The reporter’s foot slips.

“Merde,” Ladybird deadpans and lets herself fall.

Her right arm wrap around Alya’s waist as her left grabs for the yo-yo. It was a split second; her feet did touch the unknown substance in the large pool. She was expecting a burning sensation, but nothing happens.

“What the hell, RR, get off the control and test out the substance.” Ladybird safely places Alya down on the concrete flooring. Nightwing and Robin run over to the two for different reasons. Robin pulls Ladybird into his arms and checks for any injury while Nightwing does the same for Alya. The ombre haired girl is visibly shaking.

Lila remains on the platform above the pool screeching her head off. Andrena could already sense a headache forming and flies up to the platform. “Venom!”

Lila freezes, her screaming ceases to exist.

Rather than pushing Lila off the platform (the temptation was very luring), Andrena wraps an arm around the liar and flies to the ground floor. Suppressing a shiver, she pushes the girl out of her arms and into Lykoi’s much to his dismay.

“Seriously?” Lykoi’s glare said it all.

“I have informed Oracle that we found the missing students. She informed me that the GPD eta is ten minutes.”

“Good, that will give us time to search the premises for anything odd.” Nightwing states.

“Way ahead of you,” Red Hood shouts from afar. Eyes rolls but they all shrug in the end.

“What do you mean there weren’t any prints or such leading to the student’s kidnapper?” Commissioner Gordon asks, well he yelled but his face isn’t red yet, as the faces the Bats (aside from the large bat himself) and the Miraculous Team.

“What he meant to say, was that nothing in this warehouse suggested that there was third person let alone a typical Gotham’s villain.”

“So, you're saying this was an act?”

“No, I don’t think all of it was an act?”

“Hmm… This isn’t going to go well with explaining this to GA’s headmistress.”

Ladybird might as well say goodbye to her life and curl next to Robin in her final moments. If this was just a fake, Lila and anyone who was involved with this plan of hers are in for a treat and she’ll have front row access to it.

“Just make sure that girls are returned to GA safely, Gordon,” Nightwing instructs, they knew what he was going for. It was to them out of her and on patrol—well some of them at the very least.

~*~

Marinette curls into Damian’s chest, looking at the screen in front of them. After a night like that she didn’t want to think about the consequences that the liar had unleashed.

“You okay?” Damian presses his lips against her forehead, their hands intertwine fighting for dominance.

Marinette doesn’t say anything. How could she? There was so much floating around her mind that she couldn’t place what she was feeling at the moment.

They stay in silence until a loud thud disrupts the environment.

“Bad news,” Dick and the rest of the family file in. “Rossi confessed to the kidnapping being a ploy.”

“Goddammit, there went my morning and quite possibly my entire week.” Marinette groans collapsing next to Damian and covering her face with her hand.

“Well it’s not liked your exchange program can get any worse. You have like three weeks left of it anyway.” Jason shrugs trying to make the mood lighter… it didn’t help.

“Not now, Jaybird,” Marinette growls, causing the hairs on the back of everyone’s neck to raise high. It was rare to see Marinette angry and Lila has done the impossible. Kwami may help in the morning, especially when Marinette doesn’t get her coffee.

~*~

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