#fic: MLxDCs Titans

[artxyra]

ML x DCs Titans - Prologue

It wasn’t every day that Marinette would be sitting in her living room watching TV rather than working on a commission. Sitting cross-legged that is, on the couch eating ice cream. A date went wrong, perhaps, but it’s been months since she even entered the dating world.

“Marinette,” She turns the red ladybug kwami, who was snacking on a cookie. “There’s nothing on, maybe you should work on that commission.”

Marinette hums as she thinks of options. Instead of answering she place a spoon full of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. Tikki could only sigh in defeat. This has been her life whenever her chosen isn’t being a hero or in the process of becoming the next Miraculous guardian.

“Tikki,” Marinette picks up the remote and silence the TV. “I’ve been thinking…maybe I should call them. It’s been five years.”

Tikki drops the cookie and flies over to her chosen. The Kwami of Creation did her best to hug the young woman but compared to her small frame at best she could hug her chosen’s cheek.

“You don’t have to, Marinette. What happened then was an honest reaction.” Tikki attempts to comfort, but she knew how much of that day weighed on the designer.

Marinette shakes her head, puts on a smile and kisses Tikki’s forehead. “Thank you,” She whispers lovingly.

Tikki smiles at her chosen with pride. Marinette brings the volume up on the T.V. Nothing appeared to be interested in her to watch.

Just as Marinette was about to get up and leave for the kitchen, a news report caught her eyes. A disaster at a local farmhouse. That’s odd, why would there be w disaster at a local farmhouse. That seems like something out of a horror show.

Rather than ignoring it, she watches intently looking for clues. It wasn’t until a male wearing something similar to Robin’s outfit come into the frame screaming: “The Titans are back, bitches!” on national television.

Marinette drops the empty ice cream carton. The rest of the news fades into nothing, her mind goes blank. She staggers back into the couch, breathing became a challenge. No this was not happening. Not now.

“Tikki,” Marinette breaths, “Did that just happened?” The words felt heavy in her mouth, like nothing made sense.

“I’m afraid so, Marinette,” Tikki confirms.

Marinette lets out an off chuckle as if madness was her only source of sanity. She continues to laugh until they become heartbroken tears. God fucking damn it, Dick.

“I guess I’m going to end a plane ticket.” Marinette sighs after her crazy fit. “If I know Dick like I do, then San Francisco is his next stop.”

“I’m sure everything will be alright,” Tikki says before going back to snacking on her cookie as Marinette walks into the kitchen.

Marinette sets the empty carton down and walks over to the dormant laptop to look at flighting arrangements. Thankfully, there was one an open seat for a tomorrow flight for a cheap cost to.

“Looks like we're going to California, Tikki.” Marinette smiles, purchasing the ticket.

That night Marinette spent her time packing the most important items in her suitcases: her clothes, fabric for commissions, shoes, etc.

Arriving back in California felt like a foreign dream. Years of being away would do that to you. Instead of going straight to Titan’s Tower, Marinette decides to get into contact with her old apartment complex. Let’s give them a few days to settle in before she comes knocking down everything they ever built.  

“It so nice to see you again, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” The landlord greets the young woman, “Are you planning on staying this time?”

Marinette pats on her suitcases, “We shall see,” She grins at the older woman. “Is my apartment still available?”

The older woman shuffles through some paperwork. “Oh yes, actually, you officially own your apartment.”

Marinette gave the woman a confused look.

“A young man came here not days after you moved out and basically paid for the entire apartment, so on the books, your place is the only condo we officially have.” The woman continues.

Marinette bites her lip and thanks the woman. The landlord gives Marinette the new set of keys and wished her the best.

When Marinette enters her apartment turned condo, she could help but cuss out the one person she knew would have the balls to do such a thing.

“Dammit, Dick.” She murmurs setting her luggage in the middle of the living room.

“So, when are you going to see him?” Tikki asks as Marinette started to unpack.

“I don’t know, if I’m planning on staying here longer than what I hope, I might as well warn my clients about potential delays and figure out where I’m going to put everything.” Marinette huffs realizing just how much her online business takes up too much time.

Tikki looks out the window to see that the sun was setting. They have been unpacking all day, and now it was time to rest.

“Well let get some rest, Marinette. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Marinette yawns, “Nothing that a shot of caffeine can’t fix.”

“No,” Tikki deadpans and flies over to her chosen.

These coming days are going to be a whirlwind of emotions to come. 

[artxyra]

MLxDCs Titans | Part 1

*I’m pretty sure this is going to be my biggest regret or my greatest pride. Whelp lets see after I go hide in the closet. Enjoy. 

“If I’m Robin, then who are you?” Jason asks pointing to himself.

Dick takes a second and allowed the question to affect him. He lets out a quick chuckle, “That’s a good question.” The former Robin then exit the training room.

The system alerts that someone is at the main entrance. Dick pulls up the feed to show a young woman wearing a pale pink jacket and dark pants. The figure appears to be irritated at the system denying her access to the building.

“Shit,” Dick mutters quickly and rushes to the main entrance.

The newly built Titans look at each in wonder. Who could this person be?

“Mari!” Dick greets opening the door to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“So, you changed the codes,” Marinette states walking through the threshold, her hand gripping her purse. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but you know…” She trails, off avoiding eye contact with the older.

“Where have you been?” Dick questions rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Marinette tease setting her purse down at the counter, blankly ignoring the teens in the area watching with curiosity.

“Actually, yes, Mari, I would like to know.”

Marinette sighs and turns her full attention to the so-called leader—well he’s more of a mentor now.

“I’ve been everywhere, Dick. These past few months have been hectic.” The twenty-four-year-old tries to avoid. “However, I do have to thank you.”

Dick looks around lost at the woman that is his adopted little sister. “Thank me for what?”

“My apartment. I moved back in three months ago and imagined my surprised when the landlady told me that I’m now the owner of a condo rather than an apartment.” Marinette smiles.

It was only, after she left Dick in a confused then, that she turns to the breakfast eating teens.  

“Hi, I’m Marinette.” She greets them.

Jason stares mildly in a daze, wondering how this dark-haired, small woman could render the first Robin speechless. Gar gave the face of a lost puppy that just found his long-lost toy, while Rachel—well Rachal didn’t know what she was feeling. This woman’s brightness clouded her ever-growing darkness and that made her wary.

“Don’t pay her any attention, she’s just about to leave.” Dick irrupts pulling on Marinette’s right forearm to which the latter breaks free from his grasp.

“Don’t listen to him,” She counters sending them a smirk before whispering, “He has no power over me.”

It is then that Jason breaks free from his daze to laugh out the suffering of his predecessor. “Oh… this is gold, I never thought I would see the day Dick Grayson is afraid of a woman.” He laughs out clinging onto his sweatshirt.

“Hi, your beautiful--I mean, I’m Gar.” Gar tries to greet the pastel-dark clothed woman. Marinette lets out a giggle shakes he’s hand.

“And what about you two?” She wonders balancing her focus between Jason and Rachel.

“Um…I’m Rachel, and he’s Jason.” Something in Marinette told her to comfort the mysterious teen as she pulls Rachel in for a hug.

“Hey, is everything okay? And don’t just tell me you’re fine, I know fine when I see it.” Rachel avoids her worried graze. “We can talk about later in private if you want.” Marinette then offers a soft smile to the thirteen-year-old.

“I would like that.” Rachel murmurs before continuing to eat her breakfast.

“I’m Todd, Jason Todd.” Jason greets introduces himself.

“Let me guess, you’re the new Robin,” Marinette smirks biting the inside of her cheek.

Jason’s confident stance fails to remain as he tries to hide his slightly red cheeks.

“Do you plan on staying?” Dick finally interrupts the introductions.

“I don’t know.” Marinette pats Jason on his shoulder before walking over to the original Robin. “That is if you meant here at the tower, or in San Francisco in general.”

“You know what I mean.” He states folding his arm.

The three teens’ ears perk up wanting to hear the woman’s answers.

“You know I can’t answer that, Dick.” Marinette folders her arms and look off to the side. How dare he ask her questions like that. 

Dick sighs and pulls Marinette in for a hug. He places his chin on top of her head knowing that moments like these were what he was missing. The two adults stay like that for a few minutes before the timer for the stove goes off. Dick immediately breaks the hold and tend to the food.

“So, who are you to Dick? His lover—” Jason began to question but is immediately cut off by what he would call a burst of angelic laughter.

“No, no, I’m practically his sister.” Marinette laughs cutting down that assumption just as quick. “Besides Dick isn’t my type.”

Jason knew that this woman needs to protect and that he would do anything to ensure it. Keeping up his bad-boy exterior, he excuses himself back to the training room. If you ask Jason what he was doing in there, he would deny any reason related to screaming his anger out about Dick.

“Well, he seems…nice.” Marinette acknowledges cutting herself a piece of the breakfast casserole that Dick recently took out of the oven. She grimaces at the taste of the food but quickly hides it with a face of astonished.

“You still can’t cook.” Marinette huffs as she now finished half of her casserole piece.

“What do you mean by that?” Dick asks offended.

Marinette gestures to the food in front of her. “This may be editable, but it tastes like crap, Dick. I would offer to cook something, but I think I’m going to wait for dinner as breakfast seems to be over.” The female heroine states gesturing to the lack of food on the table and children in the vicinity.

Dick sighs and takes a seat next to the designer. “What have you been up to?” To others, it may have seemed like a flat question, but Marinette knew him enough to know that he legitimately cares.

“Didn’t I told you that I’ll be the one to make dinner.” A small furious dark-haired Frenchwoman screech out the moment she enters the kitchen.

Marinette hasn’t been at the tower for more than several hours and Dick is already making bad decisions regarding the teams’ health.

“It’s healthy, I promise.” Dick counters handing her a slice. Marinette takes a bit and immediately gags. She swallows of course but it was rough. How dare her palette be altered like that.

“Dick, cauliflower for a crust is one thing and I can make it better.” Marinette scolds tossing the remaining of her slice and turning to the kitchen.

“It’s fine, Mari. Gar loved it.”

“I’m pretty sure Gar is a vegetarian, Dick.”

Marinette soon took over the kitchen only for a bright light flashing across the window stops her. She motions for Dick to look with her.

“TV?” Marinette asks.

“TV.” With that, the two adults rush over to the television. They immediately call out to the other and sat down.

The news on a live car chase said it all.

“…We’re live on a downtown car chase with a stolen vehicle. The police seem to have the suspect cornered…” The male news anchor spoke.

Marinette folds her arm watching the fight between a young teen and a group of trained policemen. She barely acknowledges Rachel’s question and Jason’s answer. The girl's moves to were familiar to the woman and she knew by looking at Dick from her peripheral that he knows it too.

It after the footage shows the patched-eyed girl jumping across a building and crashing into a window that Marinette saw a change in her brother.

“Dick, don’t do it.” She murmurs hoping the other didn’t catch her words.

That didn’t stop Dick from stating, “I’ll be back.” And walking out of the room.

Marinette could only huff her brother’s hero’s complex and turn her attention to the team. “I guess that is enough TV for tonight.” She says shutting off the news. “Anyone still hungry, I can make a mean organic pizza if you want?” She gestures towards the kitchen.

Rachel nods feeling her stomach growl in hunger.

“Hold up, you’re not the one in charge here, I am.” Jason complains, but one look from Marinette’s “try me if you dare” expression told him to back down.

“I’m not saying that I’m in charge.” Marinette argues, “I’m asking if you want something other than the crap that Dick prepared earlier.”

“I’m full, but do you mind if I watch?” Gar warily asks only to receive a heartwarming smile and a nod from the person of interest. “Yes!” He gloats running into the kitchen.

While heading to the kitchen, Marinette couldn’t help but stop to look at the door wondering where Dick could have gone at this time of night or better yet who would he bring home.

When Dick returned with the unconscious body of the teen that was in the car chase, Marinette could only sigh and restrain herself from hitting the twenty-eight-year-old in the head.

“You are crazy to bring her here. What will the other say?” Marinette rubs the bridge of her nose.

“Just let me put her in a room.” Dick evades maneuvering to an empty room.

Marinette could only let out a slight growl before returning to her latest design. When Dick came back into the room, he sighs and tapes against the table. Marinette looks up, closing her sketchbook and stands up. Dick motions for her to follow him.

Together they enter the control room. Dick immediately place a camera on the mysterious teen’s room.

“What are you planning?” Marinette murmurs leaning against the desk.

“To be honest, I have no idea.” He answers watching the monitor.

Marinette yawns, but she steadies herself finely, “You can’t save them all, Dick. They’re going to want answers.”

“What do you think of her?” He asks.

Marinette chuckles lightly. Maybe it was a lack of caffeine that is making her like this or she wad genuine got the wrong idea when Dick leaned into the desk. “She has to be meta. I’m placing that on the table now. No one can make a crash like that and live. She has the skills, but do wonder,” Marinette pauses. “How did she get the eye patch?”

Dick could agree, he too wonders about the eye patch.

“We’ll find out when she wakes up.” He leans back into the main chair.

Marinette yawns again. Looking around, she finds a comfortable spot on the floor. This isn’t the best place, but she can at least rest her eyes.

“When the last time you had caffeine?” Dick asks out of the blue only to have his question answered by a small red kwami. “Hello Tikki, I’m surprised you decided to make an appearance.”

The kwami of creation scoffs at the former Robin and settles down on the desk. “She’s right, you haven’t changed at all, Richard.”

Dick sighs, “I thought we were over that, Tikki.”

Tikki hums looking over to her chosen. “We were but then you decided to do something completely left-field leaving Marinette broken. You weren’t the one to put her back to together, Richard. I was.”

Dick rubs his hand against his face, “Whatever.” He murmurs turning his attention to the screen rather than the kwami glowering at him.

At least an hour past before his phone rings, Marinette upon hearing the added noise, shifts in her sleep. Her eyes flutter open as sits herself up.

“Hank?” He answers accepting the call.

“We got trouble. Dawn and I just got a visit from Dr. Light.” Hank states over the phone.

Dick shifts in his chair. Marinette’s fully awake now to listen in on the conversation.

“You okay?” Dick asks.

“We are but the kid we were helping… wasn’t so lucky.” 

“Sure, that it was Dr. Light?” Dick turns to Marinette catching her concern look.

“We just saw a kid burn up from the inside out. Pretty sure it was him.”

Marinette gasps hearing the news, tears water in her eyes. She knows that it wasn’t their fault, but someone just lost their lives because of an old foe of theirs.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Dick gets up from the chair. “I thought that he was still in prison.”

Marinette wants to hug the man in front of her, but she knows how angsty Dick gets when news like this breaks out.

“I guess he paroled himself.”

Dick looks around, his mind going several miles per second. “This is bad.”

“No shit.”

Making a firm decision Dick offers them a suggestion. “You guys should come here. We should get together to figure this out.”

There was a long pause on the other side of the phone.

“Okay. We’re on our way.” Once Hank said that Dick hangs up the phone. His mind now focuses on a singular person that just so happened to wake up.

“Go. I’ll meet you down there.” Marinette says wiping the remaining sleep out of her eyes.  

Letting out a last yawn, she turns towards Tikki who gave her a warm smile.

“He’s going to need you, you know.” Tikki hints before disappearing back to her hiding spot on Marinette’s person. Marinette turns to the monitors to see the family surrounding the poor teen in the kitchen. She sighs, this will continue to be a long night.

Making her way down to the living room, she couldn’t help but smirk at the mini-feud between the girl and Dick.

“You can’t keep me here against my will. It’s kidnapping.” Their mystery guest remarks pacing in front of Dick.

“Call it a precautionary.” He answers keeping his cool.

Marinette rolls her eyes and decided to make herself known. “She’s right you know. It is kidnapping.”

The designer takes a seat next to her brother-figure and examines the girl. Near white hair, every Asian feature much like herself. It looks like she’s been on the run for quite some time.

“That doesn’t matter,” Dick said to Marinette before turning his attention back to the girl. “I saw what you can do out on the streets. Look like you might need some help.”

“You’re not making things better.” Marinette murmurs under her breath, pursing her lips deciding on whether to say and be a mediator or leave and come back later. She knows that the girl wanted to leave, this wasn’t her kind of scenery and being with the newly proclaimed Titans just makes her a bigger target.

“No.” Marinette’s thoughtful daze crash down into nothingness when she saw Dick up from his seat. She looks between the two, wondering who would make the first move.

“If you’re going to battle, take it to the training room.” The designer begs, however, the two ignores her and goes into a calmly made argument about privacy. Marinette only groans but she watches diligently.

“Okay. Let’s start with who you are.” Dick gets up and enters a mild glaring back with the long-haired teen. “You have a name?”

Great, just great, she was being ignored again. Marinette sighs and gets up also. Can she possibly make it to the front door and leave before this gets any worse? Probably not.

“I’m going to go check on the others,” Marinette speaks up before darting down the hall and heading towards the training room. She did not want to stay in the room any longer than it needed to be.

“You should have stayed, Marinette,” Tikki speaks up from her hiding spot.

“I know, Tikki, but the tension was rising too quickly for more liking.” Marinette protested founding herself at the training room entrance. “You should hide.”

Tikki ducks her head back into her hiding spot and continues to be silent. Marinette doesn’t go in, but she does linger to listen in on the younger’s intention.

“You think she’s metahuman?” Marinette heard Rachel asks one of the boys. It was probably best for her to intercept the conversation.

“She can quite possibly be a metahuman, Rachel. But we won’t know for sure until something happens, or we get a DNA sample.”

“Mari!” The group calls out not expecting to see the newest—or would be the oldest edition to the Titans. Marinette smiles and walks to the center as Jason tries to show off some moves. She’s not impressed but she does humor the newest Robin with a smile.

“Yeah or an alien…like Kory.” Gar adds on to his statement.

“I doubt she’s an alien, Gar.” Marinette states and folds her arm.

“If she was like Kory, those cops wouldn’t be alive right now.” Rachal counters dismantling the Kory theory.

“Who’s Kory?” Marinette pipes up.

Rachal jumps a little seeing as Marinette is exactly beside her wearing a confused facial expression. Gar and Rachel eye each other.

“She’s an alien that likes Dick.” Jason chimed in moving the sword swiftly.

Marinette chuckles and rolls her eyes. “Of course,” she mumbled hoping the teens wouldn’t catch her drift behind that. “What do you think of the girl, Jason? You’ve been quiet.”

“Well she can fight; I’ll give her that.” Jason swings the sword down adding in his two cents into the conversation once more. “Whoever she is she had training.”

“Yes, and from what I’d gather she’s running from someone. No one likes that survives that long without proper training.” Marinette informed the group, but she was unsure how much she should give to the teens. If they were smart enough, they would have hacked into the mainframe to look at her information rather than sit around discussing theories. Not that she would give them that idea. Maybe they will figure it out for themselves.

“Did you guys see her eye when Dick was changing the bandage?” Gar warily asks as he was avoiding eye contact with Marinette. This prompted a gasp out of the adult.

“When did he do that?” Unfortunately, her question is ignored.

“What about it?” Rachel asks.

Marinette decided it was best to tune out the teens as they talk amongst themselves. Tikki nudges Marinette from her hiding stop causing the miraculous user to excuse herself out of the room.

“What was that about, Tikki?” Marinette asks the kwami of creation.

“They were on to something, Marinette.” Tikki urges.

“I know, but sometimes it better for them to talk it amongst themselves before dealing with head-on,” Marinette utters looking back into the training room.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Marinette hums, “No, but I will keep my ears opens. They’re smarter than what Dick gives them credit for.” The designers fold her arms and lean against the wall. Her shoulders became more relax as she sighs.

The door slides open showing Rachel leaving the room and heading in the direction of the control room. Marinette checks her phone, it was late.

“We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, Tikki. Maybe we should get some sleep.” Tikki only coughs at her chosen knowing full-well that sleep isn’t something on Marinette’s to-do list.

Making sure that Dick would be alright, she walks to the control room. As she moves closer, she could tell that Dick was in the middle of the phone call. She smiles and opts to go to her guest room.

Sighing, Marinette pulls out her sketchbook and begins drawing what looks to be an outline of a suit.

“Marinette…” Tikki trails off hovering over her chosen. However, a phone call breaks the concentration.

Marinette accepts the call and holds it with her shoulder blades to her ear. “Marinette speaking.”

“Hey Nette, how’s San Francisco?” It’s Kagami.

“Three months here and I’m indecisive,” Marinette admits, shading her design.

“It can’t be that bad. How’s Dick?”

“He’s just like he was five years ago.” Marinette pauses. “To be honest, Gami, I don’t know if this was a good idea. Too many loose ends and I fear it’s only going to get worse”

A single tear falls onto the sketch.

“You’re strong, Marinette, don’t ever forget that.”

“Thank you,” Marinette whispers being choosing to end the call with a promise of calling the woman again in the morning.

The next morning, Marinette was nowhere to be seen in the Tower. Not even for breakfast, however, she did leave a note saying that she’ll be back.

Gar and Jason took it upon themselves to look up their mysterious guest, only to find out that she’s the daughter of the one and only Deathstroke. 

Tag List:  @mystery-5-5 | @constancetruggle 

[artxyra]

Another MLxDCs Titans Teaser

“Mari!” Dick greets opening the door to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“So, you changed the codes,” Marinette states walking through the threshold, her hand gripping her purse. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but you know…” She trails off, avoiding eye contact with the older.

[northernbluetongue]

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MLxDCs Titans | Part 1

*I’m pretty sure this is going to be my biggest regret or my greatest pride. Whelp lets see after I go hide in the closet. Enjoy. 

“If I’m Robin, then who are you?” Jason asks pointing to himself.

Dick takes a second and allowed the question to affect him. He lets out a quick chuckle, “That’s a good question.” The former Robin then exit the training room.

The system alerts that someone is at the main entrance. Dick pulls up the feed to show a young woman wearing a pale pink jacket and dark pants. The figure appears to be irritated at the system denying her access to the building.

“Shit,” Dick mutters quickly and rushes to the main entrance.

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[northernbluetongue]

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ML x DCs Titans - Prologue

It wasn’t every day that Marinette would be sitting in her living room watching TV rather than working on a commission. Sitting cross-legged that is, on the couch eating ice cream. A date went wrong, perhaps, but it’s been months since she even entered the dating world.

“Marinette,” She turns the red ladybug kwami, who was snacking on a cookie. “There’s nothing on, maybe you should work on that commission.”

Marinette hums as she thinks of options. Instead of answering she place a spoon full of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. Tikki could only sigh in defeat. This has been her life whenever her chosen isn’t being a hero or in the process of becoming the next Miraculous guardian.

“Tikki,” Marinette picks up the remote and silence the TV. “I’ve been thinking…maybe I should call them. It’s been five years.”

Tikki drops the cookie and flies over to her chosen. The Kwami of Creation did her best to hug the young woman but compared to her small frame at best she could hug her chosen’s cheek.

“You don’t have to, Marinette. What happened then was an honest reaction.” Tikki attempts to comfort, but she knew how much of that day weighed on the designer.

Marinette shakes her head, puts on a smile and kisses Tikki’s forehead. “Thank you,” She whispers lovingly.

Tikki smiles at her chosen with pride. Marinette brings the volume up on the T.V. Nothing appeared to be interested in her to watch.

Just as Marinette was about to get up and leave for the kitchen, a news report caught her eyes. A disaster at a local farmhouse. That’s odd, why would there be w disaster at a local farmhouse. That seems like something out of a horror show.

Rather than ignoring it, she watches intently looking for clues. It wasn’t until a male wearing something similar to Robin’s outfit come into the frame screaming: “The Titans are back, bitches!” on national television.

Marinette drops the empty ice cream carton. The rest of the news fades into nothing, her mind goes blank. She staggers back into the couch, breathing became a challenge. No this was not happening. Not now.

“Tikki,” Marinette breaths, “Did that just happened?” The words felt heavy in her mouth, like nothing made sense.

“I’m afraid so, Marinette,” Tikki confirms.

Marinette lets out an off chuckle as if madness was her only source of sanity. She continues to laugh until they become heartbroken tears. God fucking damn it, Dick.

“I guess I’m going to end a plane ticket.” Marinette sighs after her crazy fit. “If I know Dick like I do, then San Francisco is his next stop.”

“I’m sure everything will be alright,” Tikki says before going back to snacking on her cookie as Marinette walks into the kitchen.

Marinette sets the empty carton down and walks over to the dormant laptop to look at flighting arrangements. Thankfully, there was one an open seat for a tomorrow flight for a cheap cost to.

“Looks like we’re going to California, Tikki.” Marinette smiles, purchasing the ticket.

That night Marinette spent her time packing the most important items in her suitcases: her clothes, fabric for commissions, shoes, etc.

Arriving back in California felt like a foreign dream. Years of being away would do that to you. Instead of going straight to Titan’s Tower, Marinette decides to get into contact with her old apartment complex. Let’s give them a few days to settle in before she comes knocking down everything they ever built.  

“It so nice to see you again, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” The landlord greets the young woman, “Are you planning on staying this time?”

Marinette pats on her suitcases, “We shall see,” She grins at the older woman. “Is my apartment still available?”

The older woman shuffles through some paperwork. “Oh yes, actually, you officially own your apartment.”

Marinette gave the woman a confused look.

“A young man came here not days after you moved out and basically paid for the entire apartment, so on the books, your place is the only condo we officially have.” The woman continues.

Marinette bites her lip and thanks the woman. The landlord gives Marinette the new set of keys and wished her the best.

When Marinette enters her apartment turned condo, she could help but cuss out the one person she knew would have the balls to do such a thing.

“Dammit, Dick.” She murmurs setting her luggage in the middle of the living room.

“So, when are you going to see him?” Tikki asks as Marinette started to unpack.

“I don’t know, if I’m planning on staying here longer than what I hope, I might as well warn my clients about potential delays and figure out where I’m going to put everything.” Marinette huffs realizing just how much her online business takes up too much time.

Tikki looks out the window to see that the sun was setting. They have been unpacking all day, and now it was time to rest.

“Well let get some rest, Marinette. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Marinette yawns, “Nothing that a shot of caffeine can’t fix.”

“No,” Tikki deadpans and flies over to her chosen.

These coming days are going to be a whirlwind of emotions to come.