#dc x mlb

[cocosparkel]

They're just (not)dreams

Summary-

Mary Anne Todd, didn't really have a safe childhood. While her life seemed hopeless, she at least she had her older brother Jason.

Until she didn't.

Getting caught up with the wrong crowd, she loses her memories and ends up in Paris. Will a Class trip to Gotham jog her memories, or will she forever forget what once was ?

Chapter - 1: What once was hers

Mary Anne Todd, didn't really have a safe childhood.She never met her Father, and her Mom died when she was 4.

While her life seemed hopeless, she at least she had her older brother Jason.

Until she didn't.

“It'll take just a second, Pixie. Don't worry so much.” He had said with a cheeky grin, minutes before he tried to steal the wheels of the batmobile.

He told her not to worry, that he would be back.

And she believed him.

But… she never saw him again.

She waited, and waited. But he never came.

It was just Mary now.

She adapted quickly, hiding from the child protection services of Gotham, fending for herself.

She lasted 2 weeks, before she was cornered by some men in her and Jason's hideout.

They took her, and put her in an orphanage. She met a kind woman there, and despite everything Jason had told her about 2 faced people, she trusted the woman.

It was.. nice having someone she could rely on.

As luck would have it, she had ended up in one of the only good orphanages in Gotham, Martha Wayne's home for the unfortunate.

It was there that she learnt what had happened to Jason.

He had been adopted.

By Brucie Wayne.

He had left her. Abandoned her.

After all the promises he had made, after swearing he would never leave her, he forgot about her.

Her elder brother Jason had forgotten about her, and decided to live a better life, why couldn't she do the same ?

So when the woman asked her name, she lied.

Mary Todd was officially dead.

She was now Maria Jackson.

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The next best thing after staying at Martha Wayne's home for the unfortunate, was her first friend, Tim.

She met him for the first time, when he was crouching between 2 trash cans in an alley near the orphanages, pointing a camera at the sky.

“Must be fun.” she remarked, making him jump.

“What ?” He asked, scrambling to his feet.

His blue eyes meet hers.

"Sitting between those trash cans. Is the view really that good ?” She asked, walking towards him, till they were a feet apart.

Blushing he stammered, "Er, it isn't I mean it's it's it's none of your business" he snapped.

Laughing, she apologised, “I'm sorry. I'm Maria. What about you ?”

“Tim.” he says shortly

Pouting, she said, “Aw come on don't be mad at me. I don't mean harm. What were you doing anyway?”

“I was taking pictures.” He said slowly

“Really” she asked intrigued, "Can I join you?”

Before he could say anything, she pulled him with her back to his previous spot.

“You don't get a choice. I'm joining you from now on.”

“ I - what ? Fine” he said finally, at the pleading look in her eyes.

Giggling, she said, “You and I are going to be the best of friends, Timmy.”

Smiling, Tim whispers, “I would like that.”

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Soon, she and Tim had gotten into the craziest adventures, trying to get the perfect pictures of Robin and Batman.

After Tim had shared his theory about who Batman was, Maria finally understood why Jason had left with Bruce.

Jason always wanted to make the world a better place, and as Robin he would be able to do it.

She never told Tim about her relationship with Jason, for no real reason. She didn't want to taint Tim's views of her brother, Tim seemed to really like Jason.

So, she made an active choice to try and meet Robin, which was easier than she expected it.

Tim had figured out Robins patrol route, and he almost always stopped near their old hideoit.

She sneaked into their old place one night, without Tim, and waited for him to show up.

When he eventually showed up, she approached him.

“Jay ?” She called softly.

Robin, who had just landed, stood up quickly. “Pixie ?” He asked, his voice shaking.

Instead of responding, she just hugged him.

After what felt just like a second, Robin pulled back and winced. “Yes B. I'll be there. Sorry.”

Looking at his sister, he said "Pixie I wish I could stay but there seems to be a problem. I'll meet you soon ?”

“Yeah sure. You go save the world, brother.” She said with a bright smile.

Her brother flashed her a similar smile before swinging away

Maria smiled all the way back to the orphanage, and slept with a lightness in her heart for the first time, in a long time.

Things were starting to look better for her.

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So... this will be a shorter fic(I hope), perhaps a total of 10 chapters.

I have a plot, I just need to type everything out.

P.S. is it nice ???? Or is it just plain boring???

[san-fics]

Ladybug: You're an insolent, heartless, arrogant, cynical, selfish piece of shit! Robin: You're such a suck-up! Robin: Fine! What do you want, come with me on patrol or get some combat tips?

[ggomos-maribat]

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.

[roses-and-revolutions]

Two Can Keep a Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Damian Wayne, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne realizes that he doesn't want to be fighting crime for the rest of his life, nor does he want any major part of his father's company. With the utmost support of his friends and family, he pursues an art degree at GIA, Gotham Institute of the Arts.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the adopted daughter of Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, after completing her duties as Ladybug and passing the title to a suitable successor, pursues her dreams of becoming a fashion designer alongside her boyfriend Adrien Agreste. They decided that they needed to get away from Paris for a while so they went to Gotham Institute of the Arts.

Daniel 'just Danny' Fenton, recently adopted son of the Drs Fenton (what do mean I haven't been adopted in the 9 years you had me!!!), wasn't sure what to do with his life after his dreams of being an astronaut were crushed. But after getting stuck in a thermos with Ember for about a week he developed a new obsession with music. After fixing his grades and perfecting his portfolio, he was accepted into GIA's music course. He was worried about being alone in Gotham but with Tucker getting into GU and Jazz transferring there, Sam and Valerie just across the bay in Metropolis, everything looks like they're going to be fine.

A few weeks into the school year a video is going viral on Twitter. Damian Wayne and two other people who look similar to him are shouting in a cafe near the school. Well, only two of them are shouting the other one is chill as fuck. They're speaking in Arabic so not many people can understand them. The ones who do chalk it up to this: "Two of you are lying and the other one is supposed to be dead!"

Well, ain't that something?

[gourins]

Magic user in Gotham⑥

[ghostdoodlen]

I've had this in my WIPS for like a year but I decided to screw it and just finish it

Don't mind the messy bits

A gift for @otome-wandering inspired by a Timari fic called Stalker x Stalker by @olivia-anderson-fanfic

Thanks for the request and permission for letting me post

[sleepy-grav3]

We Became Heroes Because You Didn't

The Justice League don't specialize in much. If you ask them, they'd say otherwise. Unless they're one of the Bats, because they acknowledge that, especially with magic. They hate it, but they have connections and will at least ask for more details to deal with the situation at hand. Though they'll need proof.

That's the thing really. Proof. Because how are you going to get proof of something if everything gets repaired by the end? Or maybe you're the villain here according to the public. Or maybe everything you say is just plain crazy that nobody even knows what's going on from the start!

It was only when another group was formed when everything became clear. They were frowned upon, unknown, spoke nonsense, and never asked for help. They were the survivors that played hero. They were the shadowed version of the Justice League.

They were Justice League: Dark

A fanfic (or multiple small ones grouped together?) that isn't really about them joining forces, but more about the discovery of more dangerous territory that's being handled by kids/teens. Lift some weight for these kids. They really want a safe net by now in their hero careers.

Like- maybe a few of these wouldn't be the JL's fault. Maybe it was the government (at least for the US). Like Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls mentions the government, maybe they blocked off those regions from outside connections.

I feel like it would be funny if maybe Constantine just ends up collecting kids like Batman with his.

They're just kids! Itty bitty toddlers. It's supposed to be our job to take care o' that shit, ain't it?

And JLD now has a bunch of young professionals cause what the fuck, kid. Why do you know this??? Ya know? Maybe the JL just randomly finds these things, calls Constantine after Zatanna fails to know wtf is going on, and he just calls over a kid. Or a group of them.

JL: We need a professional, why is there a child here?

Constantine: Cause even when you fuckers ignored their calls for help, they still at least try to help where they can

JL: We never-

Constantine: Shut your traps! School's in session

*Child tries to explain*

JL: You have to be kidding me. ___ doesn't exist.

Constantine: Oh bloody hell-

Child: And they wonder why they get more attention than us.

idk, I just like the idea of Constantine being a father for OP characters and desperately want a Young Justice League: Dark. I read a couple of Danny and/or Billy being adopted by him, but the cravings... And if it's a whole big crossover thing, that would be great. Tag me if you see or write about something like this. I wanna read too :)

Don't put too much hope in me writing it though, I'm seriously bad at continuing/finishing stuff. But if I do, I'll edit this post with links to whatever I write.

[mochinek0]

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.

[pooh-bear-paradise]

Damian and Marinette kissing in the rain. Artwork Tuesday.

[afanofmanyships]

The Scarecrow is the Joker to Adrien and Marinette's Danny

We've seen Danny go feral on Joker; We've seen Danny go apeshit on Joker.

BUT!!

You know what we haven't seen?!

Adrien and Marinette going apeshit on the Scarecrow.

Picture this!!

Bruce Wayne the Billionaire picks this traumatize class that has been targeted by an emotional fear taking, fear manipulating terrorist. For the friendship coalition between states and congratulations for getting pass the trauma of terrorism.

Cut to the Akuma Class and the Miraculous Team being glade that Monarch (he had so many names and is an ass so I'm sticking to one, two for insult) is gone and upset that he hid the butterfly miraculous and that they have to go through that again in the future. But extremely happy that they can prepare for the next attack of the butterfly miraculous.

So when the Akuma Class arrived in Gotham, Scarecrow attacked the Airport when he suddenly got ambushed by an out of town class being tag teamed by two students. While the rest of the class formed a circle around them and making sure other people don’t interfere. As they wanted a turn right after Marinette and Adrien.

Master List

[beatricefaelur]

DC X MLB Prompt | soulmates AU, multimouse!mari

In a world where soulmates feel each other's pain, Marinette can't help but pity the poor soul who was destined to be with her, because as much as she suffers through their pain, she can't imagine they are doing well with her dying, and getting resurrected over and over again.

Her soulmate thinks she must be related to Ra's because she just can't stay dead. And is convinced they'll have to fight her someday.

[stars-obsession-pit]

A Chat among Bats (ML x DC)

Ladybug and Chat Noir manage to defeat Hawkmoth, unmasking him as Gabriel Agreste in the process.

Adrien does not react well to the realization that his father was the villain they’d been fighting all along. He’s Chat Noir, one of the heroes, he should have noticed. And the public suspicion on his civilian identity due to the familial connection does nothing to help that guilt

So he runs. No identity reveals with Ladybug (he doesn’t feel like he deserves one), no formal public goodbyes in his hero identity. Just… grabs a ticket and vanishes. Maybe leaves some notes at most. He had no idea where he’s going, but surely anywhere could be better than Paris.

He lives off of his savings and money from odd jobs as he wanders (and perhaps the occasional theft from criminals or the corrupt), eventually meandering path into the crime-ridden city of Gotham. There, his heroic instincts (plus the fact he still has the Black Cat Miraculous) lead to him taking up a new heroic identity, joining the ranks of the city’s vigilantes. And probably also causing Selina to fight Bruce over who gets to adopt him.

Marinette, unsurprisingly, took his vanishing poorly. She didn’t immediately know his secret identity, so from her perspective two of her favorite people just vanished at the same time. Learning that they are actually the same person maybe helps a little in that regard, but it also reinforces her thoughts that she failed him.

So of course she continues to look for him. She knows he probably wouldn’t want to return to the spotlight, but she still wants to help him out if she can. Or at least apologize for her (perceived) failure.

And thus, when she happened to recognize a certain individual in a news report from Gotham, she immediately booked the first flight she could. She needed to see him again.

[san-fics]

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: …

[fleursroses]

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

[gourins]

"hi!"

Magic user in Gotham⑤