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Marinette: 7 years ago when I first came to Gotham, I sent out an email one Friday to the entire Bat-team inviting them to go on a weekend excursion.
Marinette: Only Damian showed up, so it was like a date, and we started dating from that day and got married.
Marinette: Our 6th wedding anniversary is coming up, and we want to go on that same excursion again.
Tim Drake: Oh, I remember it!
Tim Drake: It was that time when Damian asked me to delete your email from everyone else's inboxes!
Marinette: …
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Damien saying "I know a guy" but it's just Marinette in various costumes
I have this idea that won't leave me alone, so I thought I'd share it so that others may be cursed with thinking about it too.
(This can be read as either sibling or dating Daminette)
Damien is all grown up and joined the Justice League as a permanent hero. Everyone knows he was Robin, so they think there won't be any surprises. Until there's a big mission and they need to infiltrate somewhere and plant cameras for evidence (or something). However, this place is a fortress (like the best anti-hero security money can buy) and the only way in is through the vents which are too small for humans to fit through.
The Justice League meeting turns into one big loud argument. Until Damien says, "I know a guy."
Obviously, he's very dodgy about his contact, but he says they can be trusted. Since, he's Robin, they let it slide.
The Justice League is all waiting at the contact spot when Marinette pulls up. They're confused, Damien is light-tipped, and she's in her multimouse ensemble looking all cute.
Marinette pulls off the mission then dips and Damien is stubborn even when Batman questions him. (Could be either good parent or bad parent Bruce Wayne).
Eventually, they let it drop. Until another big mission happens and they need a specific skill set and Damien says, "I know a guy." Cue Marinette with a different miraculous.
This keeps happening.
The Justice League assumes all the girls are different people and they're very confused like, "Robin, where do you keep finding these girls?"
Cue lots of half thought-out shenanigans
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Double Lives
Damian was certain that his wife was keeping a secret from him.
He trusted her with his life, of course—Marinette had kept a number of things from him in the earlier stages of their relationship, like her experience and trauma in Paris. He knew not to pry, and eventually she opened up. He was glad that some burden was taken off her shoulders.
But this was different. She was deliberately trying not to get caught; she took care to hide her phone from his view, and there were days she'd come home very late. When asked, she'd get irritable but also nervous around him. Damian didn't want to assume things right off the bat, but he did hope she would finally grow comfortable to talk it out with him. And so he resisted using his ‘resources’ to peek into her life—what kind of distrusting partner would he be if he did that?
He knew, too, that he was being awfully hypocritical. He was still yet to sit her down and reveal his vigilante alter ego to her as well as his family's. Damian would swear he planned to rip the bandaid off when they got engaged. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, out of the fear that she'd leave him. As far as he knew, Marinette wanted a normal quiet life after living through the Evil Butterfly Man's reign of terror. Telling her his identity would just put a target on her back, if there wasn't any already after she became a Wayne.
He couldn't imagine his sweet innocent wife exposed to the horrors of vigilantism.
Still, even though he had his own secrets, it felt quite frustrating not to know hers. That was what Damian was thinking one dark night when the door finally opened, signalling her arrival from work.
“Damian?” Her eyes widened. “Why are you still up? You shouldn't have waited for me.”
“It's alright. I couldn't sleep anyways.” And I will be sneaking out for patrol later. He stood up to kiss her cheek—
But froze upon seeing a red mark right at the base of her neck.
Marinette hummed tiredly. “Next time, don't wait for me if you're tired, okay?”
“. . . What's that on your neck?” He dared to ask.
Her hand immediately flew to the spot on her skin. For a split second, her expression changed into a hint of annoyance. “It's—it's . . .” she stammered, “I accidentally hit myself.”
“You hit yourself?”
She nodded meekly.
Damian stared at her for a moment. There was one thing he knew about his wife: she was a bad liar. But she was expert at omitting things, partly because she probably knew he wouldn't interrogate her further. He knew that she was aware it was the vaguest of explanations but she never tried to elaborate.
He mustered out a smile. “Be careful next time.”
She let out a nervous laugh and squeaked out a ‘yes’.
“By the way.” He took a deep breath, “I visited your office this morning.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, and your secretary told me you hadn't punched in for the day yet.”
The silence between them was thick.
“Ah . . .” Damian could practically see the gears turning in her head. “That was . . . erm, I had to run an errand before work! Yeah . . .”
“I see. I was hoping to have lunch with you earlier but it seems that you're busy nowadays.”
She cursed in French under her breath.
“I'm really sorry, Damian.” She fidgeted with her fingers. “I'll make time this week. I promise.”
She hurried off to their bedroom, leaving Damian with his thoughts.
He really really didn't want to assume the worst. But his heart was racing and when he looked at the signs, they were clear as day. His mind started to spiral a little, wondering where he could've gone wrong, wondering if he didn't spend enough time on her or if she felt that he wasn't giving enough effort.
But he pushed all those thoughts away and followed her to bed.
***
One Saturday afternoon saw Robin and Superboy in the Watchtower's breakroom, talking about Damian's predicament. He hoped his friend could at least contribute an objective outsider's perspective in his dilemma and encourage him to broach the topic with Marinette.
“She's cheating,” Superboy deadpanned.
“She's—she's not,” he argued back, “Perhaps I am just reading too much into it . . .”
“Um but the hickey? The late night escapades?” Superboy frowned. “I don't know about you, but I don't think there's any other explanation for it.”
Robin bit his tongue. No, it's not possible. He loved Marinette terribly, and he knew—he could feel the same love from her if not more.
His friend sighed, “Look, I know it's hard to believe. Even I don't think M can be . . . unfaithful but you should confront her about it.”
“I can't. I can't face her like that when I am still keeping a secret of my own.”
“Then tell her you're Robin. A secret for a secret, hm?”
Robin didn't even want to think about how messy that conversation would be.
“It's all just about communication,” Superboy continued. “If you're worried she won't accept you, take my mom and dad as an example—”
He stopped talking, indicating that he sensed another presence nearby. Just on cue, a fuming Ladybug stomped into the breakroom, heading straight to one of the refrigerators.
The two men watched as she muttered angrily while looking around for food—Robin could see the clear exhaustion on her tensed figure. The Parisian heroine had joined the Justice League after the Hawkmoth fiasco became public; the heroes were quick to recruit her but not before she voiced out her complaints about the League neglecting her city. Though she hadn't revealed her identity to anyone, she had formed bonds with the other heroes her age, not excluding Robin and Superboy.
Superboy winced when she kicked the fridge door.
Ladybug did a hundred eighty, showing both the fires of hell and sleepless nights in her blue eyes. “You don't happen to have an extra stock of Kryptonite, do you?”
Superboy looked at her warily. “What happened this time?”
“Your dad assigned me to another magic-involved mission!” She tugged at her hair, sitting beside them. “I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be involved in too many missions especially if it's non-miraculous related ones!”
“You could . . . tell him that?”
She shot a sharp glare at them. “You don't think I did? They're insisting it's miraculous related when Constantine hasn't even confirmed anything! Just because Paris was terrorized, it doesn't mean miraculi are going to pop out from everywhere! These missions are affecting my normal life!”
It was a common complaint for heroes who had alternate civilian lives, but Robin was a bit surprised that she was that open about her feelings.
“And—and Batman too!” She pointed a finger at Robin. “I know Monsieur Furry's guilty about the Paris thing and all and me not having a mentor but he keeps checking on my progress after missions liked a damned helicopter parent! “
Before either of them could reply, she continued ranting, “I was going to meet an important client yesterday but they just had to call me in to help with the mission! And then it goes on until freaking midnight! What about my precious sleep?! Then Zatanna accidentally used a spell on me—it hit my neck and now it looks like a hickey!”
Her head dropped onto the table. “How the fuck do I fucking explain that to my husband?!”
Robin and Superboy looked at each other, wide-eyed.
“You—you haven't told your husband that you're a hero?” Superboy asked carefully.
Not lifting up her head, she replied with a muffled voice, “Of course not! I can't do that to him! He's already exposed to enough danger because of his last name! I just can't tell him ‘ hey mon amour so I'm actually that heroine from Paris on top of my emotional PTSD!’”
Robin swallowed. That was Marinette's name for him.
It ticked too many boxes.
He started to subconsciously connect the dots: catching his wife absent at work at the time the magic-wielding team of the JL was away on a mission; Ladybug sharing that she finally linked up messages from her yoyo to her personal phone; his wife coming home late, tired and fatigued from head to toe when all she was supposed to be doing was designing.
“I'm sure he'll come to understand your circumstances,” Superboy consoled.
“He won't.” The heroine sat up, revealing that her eyes were now welling up with tears. “He probably hates me right now because I'm sending the wrong signals. What if he thinks I'm just taking advantage of him for his money? His family already hates me! What if he's filing for a divorce right now?”
Robin felt the nudge from his friend, as if to tell him to do damage control. Superboy abruptly stood up, spouted out an excuse about being called by someone, and left the room to the two of them.
Ladybug sniffed, “Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear all of that.”
“It helps to get your problems off your chest.” Robin awkwardly patted her head. In truth, she was really Marinette, he wanted to pull her into a hug already.
He coughed. “Why—why do you think your husband's family hates you?”
“Oh . . . I don't know, but his father’s always distant. Whenever I'm at a family dinner, they're just very quiet,” she replied sadly. “I know they're good people but I felt like I didn't belong somehow. My husband keeps saying they adore me though.”
Robin wanted to sigh out loud. His father still had his guard up because he believed she was a civilian, hence there was a side of her family they could never show her. It was always quiet due to Alfred's stern lecture about behaving in front of Marinette lest they accidentally spill something they shouldn't.
“It sounds like your husband cares a lot about you,” he told her, “Don't you think he would trust you if you told him the truth?”
“But I can't! I don't know where to begin!” She pursed her lips. “He's always been good to me and he never steps the line even if I'm obviously lying. I just . . . I thought I could tell him before we got married but I was too scared and I didn't want to ruin what we had.”
“But he won't think any differently of you, would he?”
“No . . .”
“Then you have nothing to be afraid of.” He smiled a little. “It may come off as a shock at first but he will accept it in time. You will be stressing yourself out even more if you keep thinking about the worst scenarios.”
She stared at him. “When did you get so wise?”
“Ever since I started thinking about what my wife was doing.”
She tilted her head. “Huh?”
It was unmistakable. Those gleaming blue eyes were Marinette's.
He was such an idiot.
“She keeps coming home late, hides her phone every time I'm near,” he listed, gauging her reaction. “Last night, I found out she hadn't come to her office even when she said she was working, and I caught her with a strange mark on her neck.”
Her eyes slowly widened as she seemed to come to the same realization. The heroine's gloved hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Damian?” she whispered.
He checked if the coast was clear and slowly peeled off his domino mask to show his full face. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you habib –”
He was cut off by her warm lips, her arms winding around his neck. Damian immediately melted into her touch, relieved that they finally divulged their secrets. He wouldn't have to be worried about introducing her to the hero world after all.
He was extremely relieved, in fact, that he hadn't noticed his father and eldest brother stroll into the room.
“ROBIN! Are you cheating on your wife?!”
Robin pulled away from Ladybug, withholding a sigh of exasperation. He put his mask back on and turned around to see Batman looking constipated and Nightwing utterly shocked.
"How could you do that to—to . . ." Nightwing cried out.
"Leave us." He glared.
"Robin—" His father's voice was tinged with disapproval.
"Leave. Us."
Fortunately, the two scurried off. Damian faced his wife, who seemed as flabbergasted. He was worried since it was her identity that was at risk, unless he embraced the unexpected cheating allegations.
"Oh my kwamis," Ladybug said softly, "I called my father-in-law a furry ."
"It's deserved." He rubbed up and down her shoulders. "What do you want to do?"
"Oh um . . ." She ducked her head. "Maybe go home and I'll—I'll explain everything from the beginning."
***
Damian had to recount his life story after his wife shared hers whilst they cuddled in bed. After they talked, he was surprised to learn so many new things about her—he thought he had her memorized already, even before they exchanged vows. At the same time, he was mentally kicking himself for thinking that Marinette was never closely involved in the war against Hawkmoth.
Of course she was Ladybug.
Of course she was a hero.
So while she was spiraling at the number of times she'd unknowingly mocked her in-laws in the suit, he was regretting not telling her the truth sooner. If they'd opened up years ago, he would've stayed by her side during missions, helping her deal with the troubles of having a masked alter egos, and sharing his own experiences with her. A stronger bond would've formed between them, because they both understood the hero's life after all this time.
Not long after, she finally decided she was ready to tell the Waynes who she was. ‘It would do more harm than good if I kept hiding it anyway,’ she reasoned. He did agree, since she was part of the family, both as Ladybug and Marinette. The others would surely be overjoyed (and less overprotective) if they found out that she was a hero. What Damian found strange, however, was Marinette seemed to worry that Bruce's opinion on her would change and he'd become ‘distant’ as Batman as well.
“Remember, Batman is afraid of you,” he had reminded her over and over again.
(And Batman would be ecstatic to discover that Ladybug was his daughter-in-law, but Damian would never tell her that. The caped vigilante had grown fussy over the Parisian heroes as his way of ‘making up’ for the Paris incidents . . . But at the same time, he cowered ever so slightly when Ladybug raised her voice on him. Damian's siblings blamed Ladybug's black hair and blue eyes for triggering the adopt-itis.)
And so Damian and Marinette decided to arrange a family lunch to break the news to everyone. It was then Damian remembered that there was one issue he hadn't resolved yet.
“If you don't tell Marinette today, I'm telling her.” Dick glared at him from across the table.
Damian glanced at his watch. His wife wasn't present yet, and had sent him a message about picking up pastries from Paris first.
“Tt. That would mean revealing our identities, Richard.” He crossed his arms.
“Just because you have the mask on it doesn't mean you can do that to her!” Dick argued. “Does Ladybug even know you're married?! ”
“What did he do to Pixie-pop?” asked Jason.
“He---he—” Dick was once again trembling in anger and disbelief.
“We saw him kissing Ladybug.” It was Bruce who replied. “Damian, I never expected this from you. You will have to talk and apologize to Marinette.”
“You did what?!” Jason stood up so abruptly that the utensils clattered.
“What the fuck?” Tim exclaimed.
Stephanie gasped. “What the hell Damian?”
“Holy shit,” Duke whispered.
Damian could only stare at the entryway of the dining hall, hoping that Marinette would arrive soon. If he was left with his family any longer, they'd be beating him up and disowning him.
“I have . . . a reason,” he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't exactly tell them right off the bat, since Marinette wasn't there yet.
“Open . . . open relationship?” Cass frowned.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared at the ceiling—a portal— and from it, a figure dropped down, much to everyone's shock. Ladybug, unified with the Horse miraculous, grinned at them with an armful of boxes filled with croissants and macarons.
“Ladybug?” Bruce gaped.
“Your daughter-in-law actually.” She lowered the sunglasses, showing her narrowed eyes. “And your worst fucking nightmare.”
“W---What?”
Damian could barely control his laughter, seeing his father frozen.
She detransformed completely and scowled at Bruce. “This is technically your fault, furry old man! If you didn't keep agreeing to send me on those magical missions, I wouldn't be so tired and caused a misunderstanding in the first place.”
Damian didn't have time to shield himself from the eruption of noise on the table. With his wife's theatrical reveal, everyone was in different states of shock. Tim stood up quietly to face a wall with a blank stare, entertaining another existential crisis. Duke choked on the water he was drinking. Jason was crouched on the floor miserably with his hands over his face, perhaps because of the times he complained to Marinette about Ladybug's uptight methods. Dick's jaw was completely unhinged, and he was slapping himself every minute or so. Stephanie passed a hundred dollar bill to Cass.
And Bruce. Poor Bruce was paler than their porcelain plates, speechless and unmoving.
Damian exchanged a wide smile with his wife. He loved her so much.
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Magic user in Gotham⑥
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TOP Dick Grayson "Nightwing" ships on AO3
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Please don't comment hate messages, this post is purely informative. I don't want my notifications to be filled with ship wars/hate in general :ccc
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Drama-Bomb: Part 1
Marinette was excited to finally have some free time in her schedule and she wanted to spend it with Damian. She had messaged Alfred ahead of time to make sure the family was out and Damian was available. Damian had insisted his family would pry into their relationship and wanted to keep it private, just a bit longer. She didn't mind, after the stories he told her about his families relationships and how they panned out.
Mari rang the door bell and as expected, Alfred opened the door immediately.
"Master Damian, you have a guest." he called.
Summoned, Damian walked to the door in annoyance. He felt himself lighten when he saw his girlfriend standing there.
"Habibiti?" he questioned, still slightly unbelieving she was there.
"Alfred mentioned everyone would be busy today." she smiled.
Alfred nodded his head and closed the door behind Marinette. He had never seen his grandson so happy and he wanted to keep it that way. What was another secret amongst the many this family kept?
Damian grabbed her hand and started explaining about the book he hand been reading. Alfred watched as he started leading her towards the library. As he turned back to the kitchen, the bell rang again.
'No one else was to arrive.'
"Master Damian." Alfred called out, once more, "You have another guest."
The couple turned to see Talia standing in the door way.
"Hello, Damian." she smiled, "Mother has returned."
Damian froze for a moment and he knew his mother had caught it.
"Marinette, this is my mother, Talia Al Ghul." he quickly explained, "Mother, this is Marinette; my girlfriend."
"It's very nice to meet you, Miss." she smiled, before turning to Damian, "I'll come back another day. You told me you don't get to see her often."
'Oh? He speaks of me?'
"Do you mind if I speak to him in priavte, for a quick moment?" Marinette questioned.
"Of course." his mother smiled.
Damian led her to the living room, confused. Talia couldn't help but follow and take a peek. She didn't expect to see the young woman to smack her son on his head.
"What?" Damian hissed.
"You didn't tell me you mother looked like a Goddess!" She whisper-shouted at him, "I'd be happy to look 10% like her when I grow up. I thought you looked like your dad!"
Damian smirked, "Well you sure hit as hard as she does. You look beautiful, Habibiti. I have no doubt you will look just as beautiful as her."
He quickly placed a kiss on her forehead. Mari rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.
"Go spend all the time you can with your mother." She smiled, "I'm only a call away."
Talia returned to Alfred's side , amused. Mari bid the, a good day and left. Alfred bowed to Damian and left him to his mother.
"I didn't take you to be the one to take hits, My Dove." Talia smiled.
Damian glared at her, knowing she had eavesdropped on them.
'Should have expected that.'
"I feel insulted." Talia goaded him, "She hits as hard as I do?"
Damian smiled, "She's not a civilian, Mother. Dinner on Father's card?"
"I'd love to." Talia agreed, opening the door for them.
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That One, I Want That One
Based on @fleursroses 's incorrect quote! <3
This is being posted as a oneshot on both my AO3 account and here on tumblr for now but I'm seriously considering turning it into a multi-chaptered fic because how well it was received. Someone said it had rom com potential and I can see it 😭
Daminette One Shot | Crack Fic | AO3
Damian tugged on the collar of his great dane, Titus, trying to get away from his imbecile brothers.
It was a futile endeavour, as his brothers merely sped up their walking pace, talking over one another.
“Come on, Dami! We just wanna know,” Richard— Grayson, because he was currently being a nuisance— whined.
Todd scoffed, waving around the toy Nerf gun he insisted on bringing. “You know what? The brat’s probably better off without a wife, god forbid whoever gets stuck with him forever. I bet you, the little shit’s gonna be the one blackmailing someone into being his wife if he sees fit.”
“Fuck you, Todd.” Damian’s fingers itched to grab his katana and slit it over his idiotic brother’s throat but at last, his father and pseudo grandfather figure, Alfred, had confiscated the knives he tried to sneak out on their business trip to Paris.
Drake sipped on his coffee, his head bobbing up and down as he struggled to stay awake, even as he mumbled an incoherent, “You’re never going to get an answer if you aggravate him like that, Jay. Although I’d still like to know as well.”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he stumbled into a nearby pedestrian, almost kissing the ground had Todd not grabbed him by the collar at the last second.
During the mishap, the coffee cup Drake was holding spilled onto the floor, seeping into the ground as he stared at it with mournful eyes. “My coffee!”
Todd rolled his eyes, letting go of the sleep-deprived Drake’s collar with an unsympathetic pat on the shoulder.
Damian’s lips curved up to a smirk. Perhaps that would keep Drake quiet for a few minutes as he mourned his spilled coffee.
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Grayson or Todd from their irritating line of questioning his so-called ‘love life’.
Damian glared when Grayson pulled out the puppy doll eyes, accompanied by his repeated question, “Come on, please? Just answer the question— what’s your ideal type?”
“Repeating the question with that pathetic expression of yours does not make me any more inclined to answer your question.” Damian spotted a bakery up ahead and approached it, ignoring Grayson’s pout.
Perhaps his dingbat brothers would behave themselves in an embellishment full of people, although that would be wishful thinking on his part.
His brothers, of course, followed him and continued to push their relentless questions onto him
Todd grabbed his arm, stopping him, a glint of glee in his eyes, no doubt finding amusement in his current predicament. “You know, we’re not going to stop bothering you until you tell us.”
Damian’s brows furrowed in annoyance, knowing full well from experience that his brothers would not stop poking and prodding until he did what they wanted.
Right now, they wanted to know his ideal type, and they claimed his answer was to sedate their ever-growing ‘curiosity’ when he knew they wanted to utilize the information to set him up with someone.
He scowled, making his decision. He would tell them only to make them stop badgering him about the inane question but that didn’t mean he was open to the idea of a relationship with someone they chose for him
“Fine. My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. You imbeciles better not utilize this information to set me up with someone or I will stab you.” He hissed, sending them his most intimidating glare for good measure.
Todd dared to smirk at him. “Not likely, Demon Spawn. And even if we did, you won’t stab us. You’re all bark and no bite.”
In response, Damian kicked him in the knee, making the older double over with a grunt.
Before he could continue his assault, Grayson dragged him away, Todd spitting curses from where he lay on the ground in a starfish position, the Nerf gun on the ground beside him.
Grayson was already wearing the contemplative expression he had on whenever he was about to do something stupid. “Okay~ that’s enough, little D. Back to what we were discussing, your future girlfriend has to be brave, strong, and smart, you say?”
Damian gritted his teeth. “You are paraphrasing at best but I assume you already got the general idea because I am not going to repeat myself for your benefit.”
He turned and before he could turn the door handle of the bakery to continue his dramatic exit (or in this case, dramatic entry), the door flew open and it would’ve hit him in the face had it not been for his quick reflexes.
The scowl reappeared on his face and he turned back to reprimand the person who dared try to attack him with a door to see a girl about his age, shuffling past his bewildered brothers in a hurry.
Damian blinked, watching as the girl with raven-haired pigtails promptly tripped over nothing, crashing into the pole, the box she was holding fell from her hands and macaroons came tumbling out.
He watched with interest as the girl mumbled out apologies to the inanimate object, picking up the fallen macaroons from the ground while she did and putting them back in the box.
Snapping out of his daze, he handed Titus’s leash to Grayson before moving to help the girl, grabbing the remains of the macaroons from the ground and placing them in a neat row in the box.
He held out a hand for the girl to take, which she accepted with a grateful look and he pulled her to her feet.
Getting a good look at her face, he was filled with a fluttering sensation in his stomach and he ignored it, thinking he must be coming down with a stomach bug. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.”
Her bluebell eyes were blown wide, staring into his green ones with surprise. She broke the stare first, shaking her head before responding, “I’m fine! Thank you for your help, I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Her phone dinged and she yelped. “I’m sorry but I’m already late, see you around, mysterious handsome but kind person!”
He opened his mouth to respond but she had already sped away, only catching sight of her red face as she turned.
His face heated as his mind caught up with her words. The girl was definitely something…
He felt an arm going around his shoulders and he didn’t react, still staring in the direction the girl took off.
“So, didn’t know Demon Spawn had it in him to talk to a pretty girl without scowling,” Todd drawled, the beginning of a teasing expression appearing on his face when he noticed the dazed look his youngest brother was sporting.
Damian shoved him away, looking distracted.
Drake shook his head, mumbling, “I must be hallucinating, Demon Spawn would never willingly talk to someone, much less a girl.”
“That one. I want that one.” Damian declared, unknowingly sending his adopted brothers into cardiac arrest at the words that fell out of his mouth.
Grayson looked torn between looking wary and gleeful. “Uh… what do you mean by ‘that one’, little D?”
Damian didn’t look at him as he pointed in the direction the girl ran off. “Her.”
Todd’s jaws gaped like a fish, for once, speechless.
Drake in his sleep-deprived state can only dumbly respond, “That’s not how it works, Damian. You can’t just go around adopting people.”
Damian finally dragged his gaze away from the direction the girl had long run off in, glaring at his brothers with his cheeks blazing red. “Not adoption, you imbecile.”
Not giving them the time to respond, he continued, a look of stress crossing his expression before he willed it away. “You lot have to keep Father from adopting her, it would cause complications.”
Grayson hummed. “She does meet the criteria, black hair and blue eyes.”
Todd seemed to have unfrozen, shaking his head in denial. “Wait wait wait, just wait a second. You’re saying, she’s your ideal type? You literally met her 5 minutes ago! I thought you said your future partner must be and I quote ‘brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized’?”
He prattled on, not paying attention to how Titus had taken to getting slobber all over his shoes. “No offence to her but she tripped over air and crashed into the poll in front of her. The clumsy behaviour caught your eye of all things? Are you sure you haven’t been abducted by aliens?”
Damian glared, the red not receding from his face. He rounded on Drake. “Do a full background check on her, it is necessary for me to know everything about her if she were to be my partner.”
He paused, scowling. “Actually, I better do this myself. I need to know everything about her, it is better if you imbeciles stay as far away from her as possible. She does not need you all to monopolize her time.”
He grabbed Titus’s leash from Grayson and headed in the direction of Le Grand Paris to do just that, leaving behind his shell-shocked brothers.
Jason turned to his brothers, looking amused now that he had gotten over his shock. “So, who’s gonna tell him that stalking is not the right way to woo a girl?”
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I love daminette as a ship cause it's so random and interesting. Like what gave you the idea that those two would work well together and why do they actually work well together????
The ship is being carried solely by the fanfics being written about them and all of the fic ive read of them are so creative. Like this is creativity that can only be found in the mind of a crack shipper AND you can tell when it's written by a MLB fan or a D.C fan too
For some reason daminette fics also have the best characterization of certain characters
#daminette#Live liaugh love daminette#Live laugh love damian wayne#Breath giggle Like Marinette Dupain-Cheng#joking#love her#maribat
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i just realized that those ‘peter parker school trip’ fics are literally the maribat Wayne Industries fics just in a different font
#same salt and everything#btw i didn’t know those were a thing until today so no i’m not slow#just never read a marvel fic in my life#dc comics#batman#dc robin#maribat#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous ladybug#daminette#damian wayne#peter parker#marvel#spiderman#mcu#stark tower#tony stark
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Marinette: Wow I can't believe I have to kiss Damian
Alya: Girl, literally nobody is making you do that
Marinette, already on her way: No, no, I'm gonna
#listen-#sometimes it really do be like that#maribat#mlb x dc#dc x mlb#maridami#marinette x damian#daminette
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Chat Noir: How can you work with Robin?!
Chat Noir: He's a psychopath!
Ladybug: Oh, that's easy!
Ladybug: I just let him see that I'm an even more dangerous and unpredictable psycho than he is...
#dcu x mlb#mlb x dc#dc x mlb#maribat#maridami#daminette#damian x marinette#marinette x damian#damian x marinet#damimari#maribat damian wayne#maribat fanfic#Maribat fanfiction#maribat au#incorrect dcu#dc incorrect quotes#dc memes#batman memes#mlb incorrect quotes#mlb quotes#mlb memes#miraculous memes#ml memes#damian wayne#robin#damian robin#damian al ghul#mlb marinette#miraculous marinette#marinette dupain cheng
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Bruce Wayne's Headache Class. System: Sneak Peak 1
“I insist he assigns the blame to me,” grumbles Damian, his mouth twisted in a frustrated frown. “He refuses. The entire scheme was my idea, down to the very verbage used, and yet he still continues to blame Marinette, and refers to her in an uncouth, slanderous manner. If he continues to insist upon said belligerent name calling I will be taking matters into my own hands and he will find himself contending with my blade.”
Bruce blinks at the hissed statement. It’s vicious, it’s descriptive, and it wouldn’t be out of place if Talia had said it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach triples. “Against your own brother?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer.
“I would sell him to Satan for one corn chip,” Damian says, face totally blank, tone serious. Bruce can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Marinette has done nothing to deserve his name calling. It was a trick, he fell for it, and they lost. He can dislike her.” Damian rolls his eyes and huffs. “Even if I think it is a childish grudge, but the insults will cease or I will make him cease.”
(I swear I'm going to get this damn chapter completed. It's just fighting me. Here's a little something to prove I'm not dead!)
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I wanna put these kids in situations
#and make it poly#batman#robin#damian wayne#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#danny phantom#danny fenton#mlb x dc#maribat#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#mlb x dp#dc crossover#mlb x dc x dp
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"hi!"
Magic user in Gotham⑤
#dc x mlb#maribat#damian x marinette#miraculous ladybug#damian wayne#marinette dupain cheng#daminette
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TOP Tim Drake "Red Robin/Drake" ships on AO3
1.-Tim Drake/Jason Todd [7097 fics]
2.-Tim Drake/Conner Kent [5706 fics]
3.-Tim Drake/Dick Grayson [1700 fics]
4.-Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown [1475 fics]
5.-Tim Drake/Damián Wayne [1459 fics]
6.-Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd [1221 fics]
7.-Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne [735 fics]
8.-Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng [631 fics]
9.-Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul [519 fics]
10.-Tim Drake/Roy Harper [260 fics] [1,2%]
This list doesn't include fanfics tagged with Tim Drake/Reader or Polyships.
Please don't comment hate messages, this post is purely informative. I don't want my notifications to be filled with ship wars/hate in general :ccc
#tim drake#statistics#charts#stats#jaytim#timkon#dicktim#timsteph#timdami#brutim#maribat#ra'stim#roytim#timbart#jason todd#conner kent#dick grayson#stephanie brown#damian wayne#bruce wayne#roy harper#ra's al ghul#bart allen#marinette dupain cheng#again...#bernard dowd#timbern#The amount of fanfics decreased a lot#especially compared to Jason or Dick#Fun fact: The fandom in Spanish calls Tim “El olvidado/the forgotten one” (affective)
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Looking Back (Part 2)
Lila looked around the reunion, annoyed. Adrien wasn't anywhere to be seen. The people she had control over weren't either. Lila smiled, spotting Marinette.
'Time to ruin her day. It'll be just like old times.'
"Marinette!" Lila smiled, walking up to her, "You can call me Mrs. Agreste. Adrien and I got married, after all."
"Congratulations!" Mari smiled.
Lila tried to keep the shock off of her face.
'Where are the tears? Where is the screaming?'
"We should go." A man walked up to Marinette spoke, "The kids are asleep, already."
'Kids? Marinette knows this guy? He's hotter than Adrien! How could she know him or his kids?'
"Already?" Marinette asked, "Oh, I guess it is late."
"Kids?" Lila asked, trying to keep the conversation going, "You.....have kids?"
"Oh, this is my husband." Marinette answered, "We got married seven years ago. We have a five year old and a two year old."
Before she could find out more, her husband pulled her towards the exit.
"Bye Mari!" her friends shouted, "Bye, Damian!"
Mari just waved and kept walking.
'I will not be ignored!'
"Bye Marinette!" Lila cried out, "I can't believe you're still so rude to me. You couldn't even say bye?"
Marinette stopped, turned and smiled, "Sorry, Lola. Bye."
'Lola?'
Lila seethed in anger. She had always thought of Marinette as her enemy, but it seemed she was just some distant memory to her.
Marinette's friend group continue to laugh after she had walked out of the reunion.
"I can't believe she called her that!" Ivan laughed.
"I wish I had recorded it." giggled Rose.
Lila stomped away, humiliated. She rushed outside of the venue and called Alya.
'She always answers! She's hopeless without me!'
Lila didn't expect Alya to be with the others.
"Oh it's you! Miss 'Popularity' herself!" Alya smugly replied.
"Excuse me?" Lila asked, "Alya this isn't like you."
"Oh, it's not?" she questioned, "Maybe I should drink more often then."
'She drunk. So she's useless. Wait! Maybe, I can use this to my advantage!'
"Alya, Marinette was so mean-" she began.
"All of Marinette's friends are successful!" Alya shouted, "Why do we all suck?"
'Huh?'
"Yeah!" Kim shouted, "We've listened to you since junior high! We trusted you! I have a gut and stuck as a PE teacher! Odine is at the Olympics!"
"Nino listened but he only hangs out with Adrien! After we broke up, he just got.....better!" Alya sneered, "He's a DJ who travels all over and I'm stuck running errand for other people at Tvi. I'm not even a reporter!"
"Why does Adrien saying you're un-fuckable?" Alix questioned.
"Excuse me?" Lila gasped.
Nathaniel scoffed, "He said he never dated you and he never would. Mr. Model was crying how he missed out on marrying Marinette and how you're not even his type!"
"Kitty Section listened to Marinette and they're famous!" Alix continued to rant. "Max works for her husband's company and he makes millions. It's like a millionaire club with them."
"Why are Marinette and her friends amazing people and all the people that listened to you miserable?" Alya sneered.
"Yeah!" the rest cried out.
Lila scoffed and hung up the phone. She tried to make the best of it and talk with other people, but she could see people pointing at her out of the corner of her eye. She pretended not to see them giggling and whispering at each other. She quickly made a break for the bathroom to collect herself. She hid in one of the stalls and took a deep breath. No one could know they got to her. They probably heard her call herself Mrs. Agreste.
'Stupid! I should have whispered it to her.'
"Who knew Marinette was such a savage!" she heard a girl say, as the door opened.
'Seriously?'
"She's matured so much!" Lila heard another voice speak.
"I know." the first voice answered, "I'm so happy for her. She went through so much shit with Chloe."
"Hey, did you believe about her being a bully?" the other voice questioned.
"Bullying Rossi?" they scoffed, "Hell no! Lila is a whiny bitch. She acted like she was four."
The second person laughed, "And those fake 'Pity Me' tears."
They both laughed.
"But Marinette callign her Lola-" they continued to laugh.
"Lila Rossi really is the Loud Obnoxious Lying Anti-Christ." one giggled.
"Juleka told me it use to be worse." the other continued.
"How?" they replied.
"Before she was 'LOLA', they would call her the 'STB: Stupid Thoughtless Bitch'." the girl answered.
Lila heard the other person snort.
"Then, they had to teach her safe sex before Wayne, so Mari started calling her an STD cuz she was like an infection that was hard to get rid of." the same girl continued.
"Wait?" one girl spoke, "Why did they have to teach her? She must have known by then."
Lila heard a giggle, "Apparently her and Wayne were eye fucking each other so badly when Mari started working at WE. You know she's the Wayne family's personal designer, right? Jagged Stone introduced them."
"Oh yeah. Didn't she make his Eiffel tower sunglasses when she was 13?" the other questioned.
"Yep. She did those and then worked on his album covers." one declared, "Not to mention the outfits he wore on stage, but seriously imagine undressing your future husband before even being with him."
"I can certainly see the perks." they replied.
"Anyways, the tension was so bad that Kitty Section went to Bruce's office to say he would likely get a grandchild soon, if his son didn't man up an d ask her out." one recalled, "They said it was like being one snap away from them going at it like animals at the office. Damian walked in and told them to stay out of his life and slammed the door. Bruce shouted he'd love grandkids and the next day Wayne asked her out."
"Damn." the other laughed, "From Ice Prince to Simp for Paris' Sweetheart?"
"Better than being known as Paris' Trashy Whore." the other scoffed, "Did you hear Rossi was trying to claim to be married to Adrien?"
"Shut up!" the other yelled, "She did not!"
"Yep." the other stated, "Hard to believe when Agreste was eye fucking Mrs. Wayne til Lola's Pack took him to the bar."
"Guess she's not such a frined now, huh?" the second girl called out.
"Let's go before Lola shows up." the first one declared, "She's bound to skulk in some bathroom 'til her group shows up and saves her from embarassment."
Lila heard the door open and close. She hadn't moved a muscle from whn they started talking. It wasn't until she blinked that she realized she was crying.
'That's why she didn't care.'
Marinette had always been the winner. No one had believed her. The few people that did were slowly turning against her. They were too drunk and were now blaming her for making their lives miserable. By tomorrow, they probably would have forgotten they said that.
Alya was constantly complainign about Nino's success now. Kim had lost to Odine too may times after their break up that he started to compulsively eat. He had lost his swimmer's body and had a giant gut. He'd poke it and complain about his life. His dating life wasn't that much better. He was constantly telling people 'He wasn't always like this. How he was ruined.'
Neither she nor Adrien modeled anymore. He worked for Gabriel and was plain miserable. He constantly complained about being watched and how he felt like he as under a microscope.
On the other hand, she would bring up about being a model and the date wouldn't end well. They would usually huff and tell her to pay for herself. Lila had finally shouted on one of her dates and questioned why. They replied they would only be wasting money on a salad or for her to throw up in the bathroom later. She stopped bringing it up after that.
Lila looked around. She was still in the toilet stall. Marinette was married with kids. Marinette was wealthy and married wealthy as well. Marinette had friends; she was famous and doing what she wanted.
She was still trying to find a guy to seduce to let her be a housewife and have access to an unrestricted credit card. Lila couldn't stop the sob that escaped her mouth. She had threatened Marinette in the bathroom and the bathroom is exactly where her dreams were shattered. No 'Prince Charming' was ever coming for her. She had chosen the wrong path in life and was now stuck on it. Her friends were just as friendly as she was. Everyone in her life was just as two-faced as she was and she hated it.
#lila rossi#lila lies#lila rossi jealous#marinette dupain cheng#dc x mlb#mlb x dc#damian wayne#marinette x damian#damian x marinette#reunion#lila exposed#class salt#wrong path#mochinek0
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