#mariabt

[the-glass-is-actually-full]

Marinette: You're my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. I hope you know I would do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Damian: I want you to get a full 10 hours of sleep. Marinette, conjuring up the sweetest smile and a glare that could throw anyone six-feet under: Absolutely and positively no.

[nightlychaotic]

Heaven or Hell

For @issaxcharlie

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Robin tensed as he heard the soft thud of someone landing on the rooftop behind him. He froze, listening as they came closer. The soft, almost invisible footsteps were slow and relaxed. They were in no hurry. He gripped his katana as he turned to face the newcomer.

“Good Evening, Lady Noire.”

“This is much closer than you usually let me get, Robin,” she noted, a small grin growing as she did.

“Tt. Don’t get used to it.”

“I do have to wonder why though. Why you would let someone who continuously goes for your throat get so near it with no reaction?”

“Why give a reaction when one’s not needed. There is no threat here.”

Lady Noire hissed lightly as she lunged, ducking under his katana, and snagging his cape, yanking it around as she pulled back pulling out her baton as she faced him, having a split second to bring her weapon up to block his blade. She pushed to the side, quickly striking him in the side as she advanced.

She twirled her baton as she turned to face him. “Is that all the little bird has? I’m disappointed.”

He grit his teeth bringing his katana down, she blocked over head, beating it away as she danced back. “There’s the fighting spirit I love.”

She broke her baton into two and twirled them as she attacked, using one to engage his sword, directing it away from her while the other moved in and hit his side. He recovered, the breath slightly knocked from him as they continued their circle around each other. He brought his sword down overhead once more. She caught it over head, knocking it out of his grasp with one of her sticks, quickly sheathing them before grabbing him.

She slammed him into the wall, hand grabbing him by the throat, her other hand pinning his hands above his head, claws digging into his wrists.

“What now? You plan on ‘delivering me to Heaven’? Good luck with that,” he spat, glancing around, spotting his fallen katana several feet behind Lady Noire. She gave a soft laugh.

“Oh but darling, I’m bringing Hell to your home,” she purred, leaning in slightly.

“That would require you to know the location of where I live.”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“Who said you did?”

She grinned, leaning closer. Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke. “Don’t get too confident, Darling. I would hate to see that become your downfall.”

She lingered for a moment before pushing off and moving back, standing over his sword as she gave him a small bow. “Catch you next time, little bird,” she said softly, shooting him a wink as she kicked the katana towards him before promptly disappearing over the side of the building.

Robin grabbed his katana off the ground and moved to look for her to no avail. He let out a breath as he sheathed his katana, taking a minute to rub his wrists, the small cuts and indents from her claws lingering. Not the worst injuries he’d gotten from a fight. Not by a long shot, but her marks would linger for a couple days, that much he knew.

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Robin had barely gotten out of the Batcave before finding himself face to face with Lady Noire.

“Isn’t it a bit early for you to be out, Noir?”

“Thought I’d catch you fresh out of your cave.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“We both know that the entrance to your little hiding place is a mile south of us. Don’t try to deny it. In fact I was thinking of stirring up a bit of chaos in that direction for fun in a little bit. What do you think?”

“You couldn’t.”

“There’s that wonderful confidence I love coming to the surface once more. I did say I’d bring Hell to your home didn’t I?”

Robin moved, drawing his katana and advancing. Lady Noire just smiled not bothering to draw her baton, content to dance away from his attacks.

He moved in, quickly closing the distance, ducking down to sweep her legs out from underneath her, recovering to hold her at swordpoint.

She grinned as he placed the blade lightly against her throat. “Why?” he demanded.

“Would you believe me if I said I just really enjoy riling you up?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Tt. Not a chance.”

She looked up at him, seemingly not phased by the katana at her throat, with a cheshire grin. “Pity.”

She ducked away from his blade, beating it away with her baton. She twirled it as she stood. The two traded blows back and forth, before Robin knocked her baton to the side.

He moved, bringing his sword around as she attempted to dodge, taking a couple steps back from him after he'd made contact.

She touched a hand to her cheek, and pulled it away, wiping some of the blood away. The soft chuckle echoed as she looked over at him. “Seems I’m not the only one with claws.”

“Only fair after the marks your claws left on me.”

She smirked. "Did I sink my claws in deep enough?"

"Hardly."

"I'll have to try a bit harder next time then. I'll see you around, Darling."

Robin moved, chasing after but lost her quickly as she disappeared in the darkness.

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Robin stopped as he spotted a familiar silhouette on a nearby roof. Her back was turned to him, braid moving slightly in the wind as she stood on the far ledge. It was unusual for him to be the one to find her, typically playing the role of ‘mouse’ in whatever game Lady Noire played.

She looked relaxed, almost peaceful from this distance as she watched the city. The image was beautiful, he had to admit. She was beautiful when she wasn’t going for his throat, but the moments when they were fighting, moments of pause, the fight she put up he could admire. He shook his head, grappling over to the roof where she stood.

The ears on top of her head twitched, angling towards him as he landed, though that was the only form of acknowledgement he received for a minute as he made his way closer. He stopped a few feet behind her, watching her silently before she spoke.

“I know you’re there, Darling.”

“Closer than you usually let me get, Noire.”

“Maybe you should get used to it.”

“Tt.”

She grinned, blue eyes seeming to almost glow in the darkness as she finally turned to look at him, head tilting to the side. “What? You don’t like the idea of getting closer to me?”

He tried to force down the faint heat in his cheeks as he turned away with a small scoff.

“Good to know,” she continued, her voice smug.

“Do not think that just because my father finds himself taken with a rogue does not mean I will lower myself to those standards,” he shot back, gut twisting at the sharp in breath he heard in response. He turned to look at Lady Noire once more.

Her look darkened, the playful gleam in her eyes that was ever present disappeared as she backed up. “Don’t think because you play at vigilante, that you’re better than me. You’re not. I’m not a stranger to the whole hero game. Sacrificing your own needs to save those around you, who cares if your life is falling apart while you do so. Who cares if at the end when the one person you’ve been trying so hard to find and get rid of takes away everything you love. Who cares that at victory you are left with nothing, your partner dead, and no one to speak to about it because no one can know what you had to deal with and the burden that has been thrust on your shoulders before you know what you're doing with next to no training and a mission to protect powers greater than most can imagine. Powers that ended up both ruining your life and becoming your best friends because they are the only ones left to talk to. But you have some idea of that don’t you? The “Bloodson.” The Violent Robin. We all have our histories. Don’t think our presents put you so much higher above me. They don’t. I am not some rogue that has some specific mission. I would think that after all the time I’ve been here you could tell I’m simply just trying to cause some chaos.”

Robin stared at her as she paced back and forth, her vent pouring forth, dark energy beginning to surround her as she did so, the darkness of the night seemingly getting drawn closer to her, before she took a deep breath and grabbed a pipe on the roof, releasing the breath as she did so, the dark energy transferring to the pipe, destroying it, turning it to rust before crumbling in the wind.

“But what does it matter? I’m a rogue, therefore inherently less than worthy for the mighty Robin,” she finished huffing. “I’m sorry I ever bothered you with my presence, your highness,” she spat. “I’ll leave you to it then. Goodbye, Robin.”

She moved, turning her back on him as she made her way to the edge.

He hesitated before reaching out and grabbing her arm. She froze, raising a brow as she turned to look at him.

“I apologize. I spoke too soon. I should not have dismissed you out of my own fear so soon.”

“Excuse me?”

“I did not wish to deal with the fact that I find you attractive, Dismissing my feelings seemed the easiest route.”

He noted the blush that had grown on her cheeks when he said that.

“Is that so?”

He nodded, as she glanced at her wrist, still firmly in his grasp. “I see. Well then,” she murmured, closing the distance between them, snaking one leg behind him, and giving a small push, knocking the two of them over, landing on top of him. She adjusted, twisting her wrist out of his grip and pinning him down as she leaned down, her long braid cascading over her shoulder to fall, piling slightly next to his head. “Shall we give this a try?”

He barely managed to agree before their lips met, her lips catching hisas she leaned down. He returned the kiss, trying to pull his wrists from her grapes to no avail. He wrapped his legs around her waist, and pulled her closer, leaning up into the kiss.

She pulled away after a minute, looking at him with a grin, the mischievous look in her eyes once more. “Well? What did the little bird think?”

“You once promised to bring me Hell, but I would call that Heaven. However, don’t think you’ll always have the upper hand. Next time, I will be on top.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Darling. I’d love to see you take control.”

She pushed off of him, heading to the ledge, turning to shoot him a wink, as she bowed.

“Until next time then, Darling.”

“Until next time, Love.“

[jinx-jade]

Stars

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Tim smiled at the familiar rhythm of the knocking pattern, quickly grabbed his camera before pulling the window open.

He was immediately met with the grinning face of his best friend.

Mischief swirling in her bright sapphire eyes as if she held all the secrets in the world.

“Come on Wannabe! We’re gonna miss it!” Pixie claimed as she helped him out of his room and onto the grass, which was gonna stain, he'd have to clean it later so his parents wouldn't reprimand him for it.

“Miss what, Pix?” Tim questioned, earning him a secretive smirk from Pixie.

“You’ll just have to see it for yourself to know!” Pixie cheered before sneaking off of his family’s property through a fence panel she had rigged a while back.

Tim followed easily as they ran through the city sticking to the shadows as to not be seen.

Pixie ducked into a dead-end alley where she finally stops, letting Tim catch his breath.

Tim looked around and saw that the alleyway didn’t have anything special about it and wondered why Pixie brought him here, but when he looked at her to try and find answers he was met with a look that promised trouble.

“Where to now?” Tim asked against his better judgment.

“Up!” Pixie chirped easily, pointing to the top of the building in front of them.

It was only then that Tim recognized the building.

Wayne Enterprise.

The tallest building in Gotham.

From the look on Pixie’s face, she didn’t mean ‘up’ as in breaking into the building and climbing the stairs,  which he would have been ok with since it wouldn't have been his first time breaking an entire.

No.

Pixie meant ‘up’ as in scaling the building.

“What’s wrong, Wannabe. Too tall of a climb?” Pixie questioned teasingly.

Tim let out a sigh, looking over to Pixie with a raised brow.

“No. I just don’t want to break my camera.” Tim states, causing Pixie to laugh.

“Here. I’ll take your camera up to the top since I wouldn’t drop it and this isn’t a new climb for me.” Pixie offered.

Tim answered the offer by handing his camera over to Pixie. 

She grinned at him before securing the camera to her person before beginning to scale the building.

Tim took a deep breath before following her path.

It was a surprisingly easy climb, but Tim knows that was just because Pixie could always pick the best pathing to scale anything.

When they reached the top he was breathing a little heavy but was smiling from ear to ear.

Pixie handed Tim his camera back, a soft smile on her face, her breathing light and easy as if they hadn’t just scaled Gotham’s tallest building.

The bluenette pointed to the view and when Tim looked he couldn’t help but stare in awe as his camera came up to his eyes so he could capture everything he could.

The view with all the building lights in the dark of night.

He was only able to take a hand full of pictures before it went pitch black.

All the lights shutting off at the same time.

“Good, we didn’t miss it!” Pixie cheered, Tim’s eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness and he could just make out her silhouette.

“...We came out here for the lights to go out?” Tim asked curiously.

Pixie laughed as if it should have been obvious, and Tim being who he is, took a couple of photographs.

He loves how bright Pixie’s smile is even in a city like the one they live in.

Tim watched Pixie look away from him and up to the sky, easily following her line of sight Tim was met with a galaxy of stars shining bright now that they didn’t have to compete with the street and city lights.

He took as many photographs as he could, afraid that the lights would come back on and the stars would disappear

The two stayed at the top of Wayne’s tower till the lights came back on and the soft, almost silent thump of someone landing on the room was heard.

“You know, technically breaking into a building is illegal and could get you into a lot of trouble.” Nightwing jokes.

Pixie shared a look with Tim and smirked.

“If you wish to speak in technical terms, we didn’t break ‘into’ the building, nor did we break anything.” Pixie answered.

“How did you get up here if you didn’t enter the building,” Robin questioned.

“How did you get up here?” Pixie responds, throwing the young vigilante’s question back at him.

“Pff, you have a grappling hook?” Nightwing continued to joke.

“Nah but I can scale a building pretty well, and I would love to stay and chat but I got places to be and things to do,” Pixie said with a grin.

“Oh! I do hope my little heads up about the blackout helped you out! And if you could, thank Mr. Penny for the tea and cookies!” Pixie claimed before dropping off the roof with a call of, “Bye Wannabe. I'll see you again. Promise.”

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Tim let out a sigh, putting the photograph of Pixie staring at the galaxy of stars back into his wallet, where it had fallen out from.

“Hey, Replacement! Are ya ready to go? We were lucky to get the fitting slot with Fallen Star Designs and we wouldn’t want to lose it. Alfred would have our heads.” Jason calls as he walks past his room.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” Tim calls as he walks out of his room and into step with Jason.

When the Wanye’s arrived, the receptionist welcomed them immediately up to the CEO and head designer’s office, claiming that “Miss MDC is quite excited about making your commissions.”

“Miss MDC will be back in a few minutes,” The receptionist claimed, speaking under her breath. “Of course, she went on another coffee run” while leaving the room.

True to the receptionist’s word. They only had to wait three minutes before the door opened.

“Hello! It’s nice to see you again, and for those of you I haven’t met, It’s nice to meet you!” MDC claimed before taking a small sip of her coffee.

“Pixie?” Tim questioned staring at her as if she was a ghost.

Bruce, Dick, and Jason Recognizing her as the girl who knows their Identities from the black out incident.

“It’s actually Marinette now, Wannabe. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I got an actual name when a French couple adopted me off the streets.” MDC, Pixie, Marinette informed him before turning her attention to the others in the room.

“Oh! Thank Mr. Penny for setting up this meeting for me!” Marinette said with a clap of her hands.

“Now on to designing your suit,.” Marinette said with a smirk.