#This was supposed to be silly whyd it get serious for a moment there

[alittledoseofchaos]

Come Again?

Part of the 'Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)' AU

It was an early, drowsy morning in Wayne Manor. Limited sunlight flittered through the manor's windows. A few chirps came from outside, while Titus' barks harmonized along. Alfred had errands, so Bruce stood by the coffee machine as he read the morning paper. There was a faint crash sound from somewhere in the manor. Like I said, a drowsy morning in Wayne manor.

Briefly looking up, Bruce noticed one of their most recent visitors walking in to kitchen. Despite the faint eyebags under them, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. His black hair was messy and his mouth pulled back in a giant grin. Bruce could practically hear the incoming puns. For a single moment, Bruce is younger and staring at his recently acquired ward, Dick Grayson. Joyful warmth fights against ice-cold fear for one, nostalgic moment.

His reminiscing was cut short by the boy calling out.

"Morning, B." He smiles as he is brought back to the present. This is Danny, not Dick. Sometimes that can be a hard thing for Bruce to remember. Though similar, the two boys were not the same person.

"How are you, Danny?"

"Oh, I'm in high spirits, like that of a shellfish mollusk." Danny chirped as he grabbed an apple. He took a large bite out of the apple as he floated through the floor. Bruce stared at where Danny had once stood.

They are definitely not the same person. Oh, who is he kidding, Danny is just as unhinged as Dick.

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In a dark cave a figure sat at a large computer. The computer left an eerie glow across his face. He typed away quickly, and occasionally sipped from a green can. The person only glanced away once a figure floated through the ceiling. He continued to type as the being got closer.

"Yo, Tim! I heard you were down here all night. What gives?" Tim glanced over.

"Big case, lost track of time. Could you power down, you're too bright." He replied. He started to consider the case again. Maybe they used a secret entrance? No. Maybe they were phasers like Danny? But there aren't any metas on town other than Danny who can do that. So a new player?

A snap brought him out of his musings. He turned back to Danny.

"I swear, you and Mars get distracted at the fall of a cap."

"Yeah, mhmm... wait what?" Tim turned back, only to find Danny gone.

Why does his family get weirder with each addition?

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Bookshelves lined the walls and began at the floor, reaching for the ceiling. Dim moonlight shone through the gigantic windows. Armchairs and footrests littered the room in all different sizes and colors. In fact, one of the bookcases that didn't quite reach the ceiling had various purple, pink and blue cushions on the very top. This was Danny's planned destination as he flopped onto one that had galaxy patterns embroidered on it. He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, where accurate constellations stared back.

Mentally tracing the patterns, he let the soft "who's" of owls flying about soothe his soul. He began to faintly "who" back as a pink cushion beside him shifted. He didn't acknowledge the person. Light humming flew out of the person. He felt his lips twitch when he realized the other person was swaying in in tandem with the owls' swoops.

"Nightmares?" Marinette asked. Her blue-grey eyes remained fixated on the owls flying around the bats. Her fingers dug into her skin. He furrowed his eyebrows. There was only one reason either of them would come up here this late.

"....What did you really want to ask?" He assumed that her fingers twitched, like they normally do when someone's a little too blunt, but he didn't bother checking. He heard her breathe in deeply.

"Do you think life would be easier if we were," She hesitated. The humming resumed as she tried to figure out what to say.

"...normal?" He provided.

"Yeah." Her voice was small, and he couldn't help remembering Ellie.

"Not really. Our lives would just be a different type of hard, but without eachother." He hummed thoughtfully, "lawn growth is constantly a better shade of jade on the contrary edge of the yard partition, and all that jazz."

For the first time that night, it was completely silent.

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"Danny, what the heck does that mean?" Realization crossed his face as Marinette sat up straight. "I mean the first part made sense, but what was this about a yard?"

His lips quirked up into a genuine smile and he turned to explain it to her. A playful glow filled his face as he explained.

"My english teacher back in Amity kept getting on my friends and I for using the same idioms all the time, so we decided to mix it up."

"So that was just a rare eniglish idiom?" She continued to stare at him in confusion, and a hint of exasperation. He laughed.

"Not exactly, we used the same idioms, but with synonyms instead. He thought it was funny at first, but quickly changed his mind. Guess it became a habit, huh?"

"So this is a case of you being weird, not the english language?" She stared at him for a second. His grin grew as he shrugged. A small, disbelieving laugh filled the silence.

"Sooo, what brought the sudden case of the gloomies?" He asked. Her smile dimmed and she turned to the windows again.

"I was thinking about home." His eyebrows furrowed in sympathy. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You miss Paris?"

"Yes... No? I don't know." He's caught off guard for a moment. She continued, "I do miss it, but I don't want to go back there. Atleast not to stay? I feel so relaxed here, but everytime I portal home, I feel this dread. Does that make me a bad daughter? A bad friend? That even after the rumors blow over I don't want to go back? I mean what kind of per-"

"Whoa, whoa. Secure your stallions, lady." He winced. Not the time. "You aren't a bad person for wanting to be in a place that make you feel safe, instead of one where you've fought for your life on multiple occasions. You need to remember that, okay?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but he covered it with his hand. He shook his head at her.

"I'm serious Mars! You have a right to want something better than that!" He slowly removed his hand, quickly returning it when it looked like she was going to argue. She grumbled something. He raised his eyebrow and slowly removed his hand.

"Alright! Alright!" She waved her arms infront of herself. Relief seeped into her veins. "Just stop with the terrible replacement idioms!"

Danny gasped.

"Terrible!? Says you! You use the most ridiculous replacement cusses!"

"It was an act of solidarity with Adrien!"

"And? 'What the gosh flippin darn?' is what you settled on?" She rolled here eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.

"We have never said that!"

"Like 'What is the name of camembert cheese?' is much better." Her eyes narrowed. He stuck his tongue out in response. They stared at each other for a long moment.

"You want to help me make cookies?" She asked as she climbed down the book case.

"Heck yeah." He replied.