#No Dickinette erasing here

[velveteenshadow]

This poll so cruelly did not include Dickinette so let me retrify that with a part 2...

In a debate with someone in the Maribat sever

[otpnessmess]

Oooo. How about 44 with mari and dick

44 - “It’s 2am, why are you here?”

I got inspired by this, it’s a great prompt and I had fun trying my hand at Dickinette for the first time! Hope you enjoy it! - Lis

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A loud knocking on her bedroom window woke Marinette up from the deep slumber she had fallen into after an exhausting day of work. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she turned to the window and had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

She had got pretty used to Nightwing dropping in through her window, but it usually was whenever she was awake and expecting him after patrol. If he had come at this hour to ask if she wanted to watch a movie or go somewhere, no matter how much she loved her goofball of a boyfriend, she was going to kick his ass right back out the window.

In her lethargy, Dick’s knocking had become more insistent, finally getting her to get out of bed with a groan and turn on her bedside lamp.

“I’m going...I’m going, jeez.” She opened the window and stepped back to let him jump through. “It’s 2 in the morning, Dick. What are you doing here?”

She had expected him to look at her with puppy eyes and give her a very good excuse for why she should let him stay over the night. What she definitely didn’t expect was her bedroom floor to get stained red by the blood dripping from where he was holding his side.

That erased any trace of tiredness Marinette felt at the moment, but before she could do anything, the black-haired man shot her one of his charming smiles, as if trying to reassure her.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise. I think it’s superficial so don’t worry.”

A deafening silence stretched between them as Mari stared at him in disbelief.

“So you drop into my apartment at 2am, dripping blood everywhere, and you ask me to not worry!? I thought you were supposed to be smarter than that.”

Waiting for no response she took him into the bathroom and made him sit and take off his suit before she started rummaging her cabinets for supplies. 

“Are you going to tell me where you got that? And exactly why you’re here and not in a hospital? You know there’s only so much I can do.” Her tone might’ve appeared harsh to anyone else but Dick knew it was just masking the worry and anxiousness under it.

“I already told you it’s nothing serious Minette, just a cut. Plus, getting to the hospital as either of my alter egos would’ve been quite problematic, I don’t want to expose my identity, and they would’ve asked how I got this.”

He winced at the feeling of the antiseptic touching his marred skin but, being used to hurting himself many times before due to his vigilante work, he stood still so Marinette could clean the cut and bandage it.

“And what about how you got this?”

He could see the furrow in her brow as she made sure the bleeding had mostly stopped before wrapping it, and the slight tension on her shoulders. “A robbery gone wrong, I never saw the other guy behind me. I managed to turn before he could stab me but the knife still got me.”

Mari hummed at that and relaxed her posture a bit as she had almost finished. Once she was done with the bandages, she grabbed his suit and dropped it in the laundry bin unceremoniously before washing her hands. “I’ll wash and fix that in the morning. How do you feel?”

Dick stood up and touched the injury to test it. When he didn’t feel as much pain anymore he smiled at his girlfriend. “Good as new, though it feels a bit sore. Thank you for this.” He moved to hug her but stopped in his tracks when she chuckled and jumped backward.

“You should probably wash your hands and arms first, I’d rather not get blood all over my pajamas. Take one of the pills in the purple jar for the soreness and, when you’re done, why don’t you come join me?”

With a kiss to his cheek, she walked back to her room, leaving him to finish fixing himself. Five minutes of scrubbing dried up blood off his skin later, he was slipping into bed to cuddle his favorite person in the world.

Feeling the tiny woman snuggle closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her brought a soft smile to his face. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up, my petite flower:”

She gave a soft laugh and leaned against his chest. “Give me a kiss and you’re forgiven.”

At this point, she seemed to have regained all her tiredness back as her words were nothing more than a mumble against him. He happily obliged and planted a kiss on top of her head. Next he knew, her breathing had evened out and she had once again fallen deeply asleep in his arms.

With one last look at her serene face, Dick turned off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes as well. He’d have to make it up to her in the morning but, for now, the least he could do for his angel was to let her sleep in peace.