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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Bound, Part 9

Previous part

It’s funny, in a morbid sort of way, how fast life can go wrong.

A matter of minutes completely ruined him.

And he didn’t even have the warning he usually did. Sure, his phone had chimed about a half-hour prior to warn him that an akuma had been spotted. Bruce had given him that Look he always did when Tim ‘forgot’ to turn his ringer off of silent while they were on patrol, and he gave a falsely sheepish smile as he pulled his phone from a hidden pocket and quickly turned it off.

But he hadn’t known that Ladybug had found the akuma, much less that she had started fighting it.

Usually, there was a quiet buildup of anxiety and fear and tension that gave him a sort of warning. A passing blow that would tell him to brace himself.

But no. He was just lucky that he had been on a rooftop at the time, trailing just behind Bruce as the pair of them grappled from place to place in search of crime to stop, because if he hadn’t then he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from falling three stories.

Not that he would have realized that he had done so until long after the fact.

The pain was blinding. Thorough training kept him from crying out, but he still found himself on his hands and knees, tears pressing against the inside of his mask in a desperate attempt to escape. He could vaguely recognize a voice, someone he knew was trying to speak to him, but it was impossible to make anything out over the ringing in his ears. It was pain unlike anything he had ever felt before, even worse than that night at the dinner table where he had thought his veins had been filled with liquid magma, because now it was centralized. It had chosen a spot to eat away at, instead of evenly distributing it, and he was forced to deal with the fact that he felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the face with a hot knife and then started twisting. He curled his fingers into his skin, gloves scrabbling against his cheek as if he could physically drag the pain away from himself, trying to tear it out from the source.

And then it was over. He slumped against the concrete, scratching up his chin in the process but that was nothing compared to what he had just endured.

“Robin?” A gravelly voice started carefully.

He tried to blink the water from his eyes so he could see who was leaning over him – not that it mattered, friend or foe, it wasn’t like he would be able to do much to get himself out of the situation if someone wanted to fight him – but quickly gave up on that. He, instead, focused on who in his life might have sounded like that. He mulled over the tone a couple of times in his head.

“Robin,” the person said, more insistent this time.

His breath caught in his throat.

It was with mounting horror that he realized who was leaning over him. Because if Bruce saw him here, could see the remaining scars of whatever stupid magic thing had accosted his soulmate – because Tim, out of some twisted sense of nostalgia, hadn’t been able to convince himself to opt for something that wasn’t the classic domino mask to hide his identity – then that meant…

“Do you have something to tell me?”

Tim breathed a shaky sigh. “Can’t we do this when I feel better?” He tried, weakly. He still couldn’t bring himself to sit up, his body felt dead (maybe his soulmate had actually died again… with an injury like that he wouldn’t be surprised) and all of the anxious energy he had expected to have in this inevitable moment didn’t come to be. He wanted to go back to Wayne Manor and curl up by the fire and drink Alfred’s hot cocoa and listen to Dick’s stupid puns and tease Bruce for being socially awkward and…

He wanted to experience all that one last time.

He wanted to have a home, if only for just one more day.

A careful finger poked his cheek and Tim hissed, his hands curling against the concrete roof.

The finger dragged along his cheek before it was pulled back so Bruce could inspect it. His lips pressed into a thin line when he found nothing had rubbed off. The inky, crackling blackness that had opted to wind its way over the side of Tim’s face was underneath the skin.

“You have a soulmate,” Bruce said. It wasn’t a question.

It was quiet. Tim wondered if he could get away without ever having to confirm it. The silence was damning in itself, surely, so Bruce should have known. But the man had always been one to aim for straightforward answers and confessions whenever possible, and Bruce was patient in a way that Tim couldn’t bring himself to be after the ordeal that still sent aftershocks rippling under his skin.

“Yes,” he said. “I do.”

Bruce was quiet again. Maybe he wanted an explanation. Maybe he was just gathering his thoughts.

Tim used the moment to force himself up into a slightly more dignified sitting position, even if he still opted to hunch in on himself with his cape pulled tight around him.

“You’re putting someone else in danger,” Bruce accused.

“She does it too,” he mumbled, but it wasn’t an argument that Bruce would listen to or care about. “Hence the…” He waved vaguely to whatever it was that had marred his face.

Bruce didn’t seem moved. “Did you ever get her verbal consent?”

Tim couldn’t say a word. He’d been given ‘Permission’ when Ladybug had gone out on the streets and started getting injured in ways that Tim couldn’t even dream of replicating, but that was after Tim had become Robin, so the argument wouldn’t hold up. Hell, Bruce would probably argue that she had become Ladybug as revenge, so she could even the playing field bond-wise, so that would be considered his fault too.

He gritted his teeth. “No. We’ve never talked.”

Bruce gave a shaky exhale. “You lied to me for months. Endangered not only your own life, but someone else’s – someone who never even consented to it – and both of you are children.”

“You needed a Robin,” Tim said, glowering at him.

“No amount of me needing a Robin should have justified this in my mind, especially not for as long as it did,” sighed Bruce, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I’ll make up for it now: Tim, go home.”

And Tim wanted to tell him that this was the closest he had ever gotten to a home.

But it wasn’t like Tim had ever really learned how to argue with those he loved. He was never listened to whenever he tried to defend himself. And he had been expecting something like this for years now, had always known that the family provided by the Bats was temporary, had always kept his soulmate quiet because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to continue the moment he was found out.

So, really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when he pressed his lips into a thin line and turned away, heading back towards the place he had grown up.

~

Marinette wasn’t quite sure while the pain had stopped, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She didn’t know when it would come back, being productive while she could was the key.

And, yes, she found herself suddenly unable to get out of bed in the morning for reasons that she was almost completely sure weren’t due to her, but she was a being of pure spite at this point, especially when her soulmate was involved, and she was going to finish this or so help her god she was going to march over to her soulmate and deck them.

Actually, she thought as she forced herself to roll onto the floor. It was always the hardest part, forcing herself to move that first bit and get out of the safety of her bed when all she wanted was to burrow and hide until she withered away into nothing. Maybe I should do that anyway. Not like it’ll be hard to find them with this stupid string following me around.

The thought pulled a wry smile to her lips, however shortly. Her facial muscles pulled strangely. When was the last time she smiled outside of when she talked to victims?

A minute chill ran through her at the thought. She quickly moved on, pushing herself up and towards the dresser.

And she went about her day. She had started helping Chat on patrols now that she was physically able to do so without (too much) worrying about whether her soulmate was going to suddenly get stabbed.

Now, patrols weren’t exactly necessary, not really. Their phones would notify them the moment an akuma appeared regardless of whether they stepped outside, but they weren’t actually looking for akumas. No, they were looking for the butterflies that came just before.

As they started to narrow in on a location, she noticed Chat getting antsier and antsier. If she was even marginally more paranoid, she might have thought he was a traitor, but the rational part of her brain still worked sometimes. She had died before, and if he really was a traitor she wouldn’t have been brought back, much less given her her miraculous back when he had.

That didn’t change the fact that she knew he was keeping something from her, and that it was putting her on edge. He had never bothered with secrets before, exempting their secret identities, so whatever it was was big. On par with the secret identity stuff, at least, and he had the same amount of skittishness when talking about it that he did when they talked about their personal lives.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he lived somewhere nearby and didn’t like the fact that Hawkmoth was so close.

She never got to find out, though.

Because they traced Hawkmoth to the Agreste household (she was pretty sure they were models or something, she had seen Adrien Agreste’s billboards all over town). Apparently, the place had a secret basement that Gabriel Agreste used to farm his butterflies and generally act evil in. It even had a coffin, complete with the man’s wife laying prone inside.

Marinette tried to make a joke about how the place was a stereotypical evil lair, but Chat had seemed… absent.

Not so absent that he couldn’t fight. Hawkmoth, for some dumb reason, clearly hadn’t expected them to find him, and he hadn’t been prepared. In the end, the fight only took about ten minutes. A large amount of the akumas were harder to fight, and she thought it felt strangely anticlimactic. Of course, it was better this way, but…

She sighed, leaning against a railing, twirling the brooch in her hands. It looked so simple, and yet it had caused more destruction than most of the supervillains she could name. It was relieving to find it in good hands – her hands – once and for all. When the kwamis were done getting their revenge, she would hand it off to them, and they would be officially free to do whatever they wanted.

She was exhausted, and the completeness of the situation had done nothing to help with that. She knew she should be happy, or, at the very least, relieved, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to even pretend to smile.

She cast her eyes over the edge of the railing, to the abyss below. She couldn’t see the bottom. She wondered, idly, how far down it went. And then how much it would hurt to hit the ground – or if it would even hurt at all.

Marinette straightened and forced herself to walk to the middle of the platform.

That… was just her soulmate’s newfound depression bleeding into her, right? Like, sure, she was losing what had pretty much been her sole purpose in life for the past few years, but she shouldn’t be so upset that she was wondering about that. She liked being alive. There was no other way to be.

At least there was plenty to distract her here.

The kwamis were… not pleased with Gabriel Agreste, not in the slightest, and she grimaced when a wet crunch met her ears.

Her gaze flicked away. Both her and Chat Noir were detransformed, but she couldn’t seem to look directly at his face. Every time she did, it was like her eyes slid right off. She took in aspects of his clothes, like the fact that his outfit was expensive or that she was pretty sure she had seen it somewhere before, but only briefly before those thoughts slipped away like water spilling between her fingers.

Still, she registered that his shoulders were shaking just fine.

Maybe the kwamis’ brutality was throwing him off?

She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Uh, guys, I think he’s dead,” she piped up.

There was one more sound that reminded her a bit of tearing wet paper, and a minute shiver ran through her, but then it was over.

“He will not harm us anymore,” Tikki said, their voice strangely low in comparison to the almost ear-splitting high tones they usually spoke in.

Marinette flashed an awkward thumbs up, nodding. “So… are we done here?”

“Nope,” the new kwami (Nooroo, she was pretty sure they were called) piped up.

Her shoulders went tense. “Sorry?”

The kwami chuckled. “It’s nothing bad. I’d just like to reward you before you go. Give me a wish, and I will do my best to grant it.”

Marinette stared, blankly. A wish? How could he ask someone like her for a wish? Could she get her soulmate severed from her? But then what would that leave her with? She had never particularly been able to care for much else. Terrible as it was, the anger she felt over her soulmate and the injustices surrounding that was the only emotion she could really feel nowadays.

Chat Noir pushed himself to his feet, and even if she couldn’t really see him, she recognized the determined set of his shoulders as he closed the distance between himself and the kwamis.

“I want the entire world to forget everything about Hawkmoth and us. Including me.”

Marinette went very still. She looked at Chat Noir with wide eyes, but he didn’t look back at her. There was a set to his jaw.

The kwami pursed their lips thoughtfully. “I can’t completely make them forget, but I can remove the emotions from the equation, which should make everyone struggle to recognize it as real. Like a dream, or the mandela effect.”

“I don’t care how you do it,” Chat said, his voice shockingly cold as he shoved his ring at Plagg. “I just need it done.”

“Then it will be done,” the kwami said. It turned to Marinette, now. “And you? Would you like to forget, too?”

She slowly reached up and pulled the earrings from her ears. “No,” she said. Because, as much as it pained her to know that her friend was leaving her, and no matter how much she wanted to avoid that pain like the plague… she also recognized that it was better. For her. She had no clue why Chat felt the need to do this, but it served as a great reminder. Getting attached to people never ended well for her. They would always leave her, so why bother with the heartache? Why not just leave first?

Unless…

She eyed the earrings in her palm. She had control over Tikki, sort of, and if she wanted to she could make it so the kwami would never leave her.

And then her eyes found the lump that had once been a person.

Not worth it, she decided.

She steeled herself and looked at the kwami. “I want to continue being able to see and interact with magic.”

The kwami gave her a mildly confused look, but she pointed to the string spooled at her feet and it seemed to understand as much as an immortal, invincible being could.

“It will be done,” it said again.

She nodded and handed the earrings and brooch over.

The kwamis disappeared in a flash of light.

The pair of ex-heroes watched where they had gone for a moment, silent.

Marinette was the first to break out of the quiet stupor that they had been put into. She headed towards the elevator that would bring her back to the surface. Soon, it would be nothing but a bad dream for Chat, and a bitter memory for her. Chat didn’t snap out of it in time to get in the elevator with her, and thanks to the magic cloaking their identities she couldn’t make out the devastation on her face.

She stalked the halls of the Agreste mansion. If she couldn’t find a door then she was going out the window, just to spite a dead man.

But, disappointingly, she found her way to the door. She hated intuitive layouts. She forced her way through it, but a hand managed to catch the door before she could slam it shut behind herself.

Chat was in the door, panting slightly, looking like he had run from the elevator.

“Coccinelle, I –,” he tried.

She dodged the hand that reached for her, but threw up a lazy hand to wave behind herself as she continued back towards home.

“See you never, Chat Noir.”

~

Tim turned over in bed when his phone got a notification, squinting at the light permeating the relative darkness of the room.

He considered, for a moment, whether he should just let it be.

And then he sighed to himself and picked it up. Wondering if it was his parents. Or the bats. Bad habits die hard, he supposed.

… why did he have duolingo?

He opened the app and found that he had an over hundred day streak. His eyebrows furrowed. Why had he done that? And why was he continuing it after Batman had stopped making him learn other languages?

(Had stopped making him do anything at all, really.)

He shook his head to himself. He knew he had to have had a reason, there was no way he had just suddenly gotten a passing interest in learning French, especially since he could no longer really remember doing it… but whatever.

The streak was over a hundred days long at this point, he might as well continue, if only for the sake of having something to do. At least he didn’t have to get out of bed to do it.

~~~

Next part

@laurcad123

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Have been a while (a year) since I last thought about Maribat but I js got an inspiration.

Kinda based on this one fanart where Ladybug thinks that she is in a nitty gritty DC movie while Chat Noir thinks that he is a sailor-moon esque anime. (Not bothered enough to find it)

Imagine that you are the Justice League.

You meet these two kids that are protecting Paris.

You would expect the hero dressed in all black with the power of destruction to be the smart serious one. The broody planner. The Batman.

You would expect the hero with red and black polka dots on her costume to be the friendly comic relief type of hero (like green lantern). The good cop to the bad cop. The Superman.

But it's the complete opposite.

Ladybug is the one in charge. The one who is paranoid with contingencies plans. She is the brooding serious genius. She is Batman if Batman was a fourteen year olds with trust issues and decided to use Ladybug as his symbol instead of a bat.

Chat Noir was serious for the entire introduction and then that facade breaks the minute he started cracking puns. He is more of the PR guy to smooth over people's worry. He brings hope to Paris and reassure people that everything is going to be okay. For someone dressed as a black cat, he has a lot of golden retriever energy.

[marinettesaltprompts]

The Maribat deconstruction got me thinking: am I the only one who thinks Adribat is a more....plausible (??is that the word) concept than Maribat? Like, not even in a romantic sense but a familial platonic sense.

Think about it, he's :

got the tragic backstory & suffered from neglect

canonically been abused waaaaay beyond school bullies

taken for granted by adults (primarily his dad & Master Fu) and by his peers (LB)

dealing with the existential crisis of not being human if we go the sentimonster route.

Look, I get that trauma & suffering should NEVER be a competition but when you think abt it, Adrien's suffered just as much, if not more so than Mari ever did even with Chloe & Lila in the picture. You could argue that some of what she suffers in salt fics (isolation, no support system, emotional suppression, harassment) are ALSO things Adrien goes through bcz while he's a superhero like her, UNlike her, his home life sucks.

So if there's either hero the Bat Fam would empathize with more, it's him. Yes, they can hold him accountable for screw ups but if we go the Good Parent!Bruce route, he can give Adrien the physical & nuanced emotional training he needs to spot red flags & deal with them beyond passivity. The training is harsh but at least he doesn't play favourites, giving Adrien no excuse to slack off & proper motivation to mature. Plus, in the Bat Fam, everyone has clear roles & secrets aside, nobody strings anyone along, offering him a reliable structure to fall back on.

He doesn't come into the Bat Fam expecting to be in charge. Instead, the nitty-grittiness would push him to be more independent & decisive instead of impulsive.

If LB tries to call him out, he could point out how for all she claims to be the 'responsible professional hero', she REacted instead of acted & if real IDs are thrown in the mix, he can call out how she just went with the 'woe is me' route, resenting that everyone didn't jump on her call for a witch hunt when she could've communicated to them privately.

Sorry, this turned out longer & less explicitly mari salt-centric than I thought but I tried to stay objective. I hope you don't mind.

Technically everyone would have their own opinion about whether a Miraculous/Batman crossover could actually work. In my opinion however, I believe that the best bet for a good crossover would be through Adrien more than Marinette, in part because of the reasoning you gave, but also because Adrien would fit the idea of a Batfamily member more thematically than Ladybug ever could. If anything, he's like Catwoman but without the whole stealing bit.

Keep in mind that the whole Maribat AU was created with the goal of creating a salt fic (albiet with a crossover), and the OG creator even took a character that was no way romantical and turned him OOC to make their convoluted idea work, ironically in a method reminding me of the "My Immortal" Harry Potter fanfic. Regardless how it later developed, the original idea was pure salt, albiet one that took off because of everyone's hate boner for any character that wasn't Marinette, with people later trying to justify it for one reason or another. It's an idea that should have never worked in the first place outside of this context. In contrast though, Adribat would actually work because of a genuine commonality connection.

Also I don't mind talking about Adrien on this blog. In my mind, Marinette salt and Adrien sugar are the one and the same on this blog, because the salt of one character is usally sugar of the other due to how these prompts go.

Hell, my entire blog was made in opposition to the more well know Adrien Salt Blog made by another individual, which has both plenty of Adrien salt and LOTS of Marinette sugar, though I would call the latter justification for Marinette's own bad behavior as it never discusses her own issues, it just let's her go off scott free by pinning the blame all on Adrien.

In any case, I like your idea! If you or anyone else want's to share any Adribat prompts that you got, feel free to send them here!

[starwarsmum]

Day 2 of Daminette December: Forced Proximity

@maribat-calendar-events

How did Marinette get into these situations? Her finger jabbed the ‘door open’ button uselessly, the power completely cut. She growled and mentally cursed her best friend soundly. She should have known he was up to something when he had convinced her to enter the elevator first, but she had been distracted by the absurdly attractive boy who had entered first. 

The boy, Damian, was part of the class that hers was shadowing for their trip to Gotham and he had fascinated her from the moment she had seen him. He had been coldly haughty to everyone she had seen him interact with, even the tall boy he called his friend, but he didn't go out of his way to insult other people.

But what had intrigued her most was something she had seen by accident. During one of their lunch breaks, she had been looking for a quiet place to get away from Lila and stumbled across him. He had been sitting alone, a sketchbook in front of him and a tray of portable watercolours next to him. He was painting something from memory and she was awed by the confident brush strokes and obvious thought going into the painting.

Since that non-interaction, she had been drawn to the enigmatic boy. She had done her best to curb the attraction she felt for him, but it was fighting a losing battle. He had all but refused to interact with her class unless a teacher forced him but it didn't seem to deter her growing crush.

“Tt, this is absurd,” Damian said, his gorgeous green eyes glaring balefully at the number pad on the side of the elevator. He plucked his phone out of his pocket and sent a message to someone before turning towards her. “I have alerted my brother to our predicament but he will likely take some time to arrive.”

“Oh, you're fine- that's fine,” she yelped, correcting herself as fast as she could, mortified at her awkwardness. “I mean, you're fine too, but it's- the situation is what I meant, I've been in worse and- not that this is bad! You seem like a really great guy, from what I've seen and gorge- great, I mean, just great.”

Someone put her out of her misery, she was dead. Her face was burning and his eyebrows rose with every fumble she made. He looked almost amused, leaning nonchalantly against a mirrored wall. She forced herself to stop, swallowing hard and mentally writing her will.

“You are amusing,” was all he said, looking away from her at last. Any hope she had of coming out of this encounter with a positive impression was shredded beyond repair. If she got out of here without combusting, she was going to murder Adrien and frame Chloé for it. She was sure the blonde girl had a hand in this, the childhood friends had been suspicious all day.

“What should we do while we wait?” She blurted out at last, freezing momentarily when he looked back at her. He shrugged elegantly and she forced back a groan at how badly she was doing at this. “I mean, if we're stuck here anyway, maybe we could do something to pass the time?”

“I suppose it would not hurt,” he responded in a cautious voice. He seemed to be debating something before sighing and sitting down. She followed suit immediately, not wanting to be looming over him. Whilst the power seemed to have been cut to the button panel, the lights were still on which meant at least they weren't sitting in the dark. “Perhaps we could play a game? I understand ‘twenty questions’ is often used to alleviate the stress of an uncomfortable situation.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” she said, trying not to visibly deflate at the word ‘uncomfortable’. She knew he wouldn't be thrilled to be trapped in an elevator, but she had hoped he wouldn't have minded being trapped with her in particular. “You should go first since it was your idea.”

“Alright. My first question is about the Parisian heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir. Have you ever met them?” Marinette stared at him, her confusion at the direction this had taken leaving her speechless for a moment.

“I mean, yeah, most of our class has met them,” she hedged cautiously, trying to think why he would want to know this. “Hell, most of the class were akumatised at least once during Hawkmoth's reign, so it was kind of impossible not to meet them.”

“Hm, interesting,” he said, and she could almost see him cataloguing her answer for later review. He nodded once before gesturing at her. “Alright, you may ask me your first question.”

“Right, sure, okay, um…” she wracked her brain for a question that would make her seem interested but not invasive. She settled on something she assumed was a safe topic as he had already mentioned it himself. “You said you have a brother, what's that like? I'm an only child,” she added as an explanation when he frowned at her.

“Grayson is singularly the most annoying and most supportive person I know,” Damian said after a few moments' consideration. “He is an adopted brother and I did not meet him until I was ten and came to live with my father. You said that most of your class has been akumatised, is there anyone who has not been?”

“Oh, um, just…just me,” she said meekly, blushing as he appraised her again. As he had been thorough with his own answer, she decided to go into more detail. “I mean, there were a couple of close calls but it never actually happened. And, I think Adrien said that he was only akumatised in an alternate timeline? Or that's what Ladybug told him.”

“I see,” he replied, fingers twitching a little as though he were typing something, or would if he had access to a keyboard. “That sounds like it was a stressful time. My understanding of the situation is that akumatisation occurred when negative emotions overtook an individual, making them susceptible to the supervillain.”

“Oh, yeah, that's a pretty good summary,” Marinette said, feeling inordinately pleased by the slightly smug look on his face at her compliment. “Okay, so, my second question is: do you have any pets?”

“I do. Currently, I house a cat, a dog, a cow, and a turkey, although I do some volunteer work with an animal shelter and will occasionally foster an animal.” He said all of this as though it was completely normal to have a cow as a pet. She must have made him a little uncomfortable because he coughed and looked away before continuing. “I find animals to be better company than most people. You mentioned your friend, Adrien Agreste. Is your relationship with him of an intimate nature?”

“What?” Marinette shrieked, clapping her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment. When he remained coolly detached, she forced herself to calm down and swallow the bitter taste of disappointment. For a second there, she thought he was asking because he was interested in her. But if he was, he was very good at hiding it. She sighed slightly before answering, as honestly as she was able without giving up secret identities. “I mean, we're just best friends. Maybe when we were younger it could've happened but it would just be strange now, I think.”

“But you would not have been opposed to a romantic entanglement with him,” Damian said, his tone going slightly flat. She looked at him curiously, because he hadn't asked a question, per se, but he had said something so she needed to respond.

“When we were fifteen and I had a crush on him, sure,” she said, shrugging. She heard him exhale softly and continued tentatively. “But we know each other a lot better now, so I think we're better off as friends.”

Before she could continue, or work out why his eyes were suddenly completely unreadable to her, the lights finally flickered out and plunged them into darkness. She squeaked and moved a little closer to him involuntarily. Even though she wasn't scared of the dark, the surprise made her grab automatically for his hand.

What surprised her was that he didn't pull away at the contact, his hand flipping so that he could hold hers too. Her stomach erupted in butterflies and she was glad he couldn't see the blush that flared to life across her face. 

“It is your turn to ask a question, Marinette,” Damian murmured, leaning closer to her. She could feel how close he was and her brain malfunctioned completely, leaving her trying to discern his features with wide eyes.

“Ah, right,” she said, her voice squeaky from the stress. Quick, think of a question, her mind screamed at her uselessly, trying to function. “Uh, so, are you dating anyone?” She eventually blurted out, cringing at herself and wishing the elevator would just drop suddenly. Honestly, death seemed preferable to the awkward pause that followed.

“I am not currently dating anyone,” he said at last, leaning back and she almost sobbed with disappointment at the cool air that rushed in from his absence. She cursed her stupidity, wishing she could take the words back. “You mentioned Agreste had spoken with Ladybug previously, is he in contact with her?”

“Um, well, his dad was kind of the supervillain, Hawkmoth, so he spoke with her more than anyone else,” she said, again carefully choosing what to tell him without lying. “My turn! What's your favourite art medium and why?”

“I was not aware you knew of my artistic inclinations,” he said, his tone warmer again. “I think I prefer oil paints as I find it relaxing to sit with a canvas and brush. I often try to find time and space on the manor grounds with my pets and paint.”

“Manor, huh?” She said, wondering how she kept meeting rich kids. He tensed slightly and she tried to put him at ease. “I guessed you came from a wealthy family, since you go to Gotham Academy. It's fine, most of my friends come from the upper crust of Paris,” she joked, smiling reassuringly even though he likely couldn't see her.

“Tt, and I suppose you have heard many rumours about my family,” he said grouchily. Marinette was bewildered for a moment, trying to work out how on Earth she could have heard rumours about his family. When the pause spread, he coughed awkwardly and pulled his hand away from hers. “You said you were friends with wealthy individuals, what of your own family?”

“Well, my parents run a pretty successful patisserie,” she replied, curling her arms around her knees to hide how hurt she was by his withdrawal. She decided she wasn't enjoying the game so much any more and tried to think of a question that wouldn't offend him further. “What's your favourite subject at school?”

“...I enjoy mathematics,” he said, a puzzled tone entering his voice. She made a non-committal noise but didn't press for further information. He was prevented from asking another question when his phone lit up. She looked away as his face was illuminated, not wanting him to see that she was upset. “It appears Grayson has arrived and is working to release us.”

“That's great,” she said dully, inspecting the hem of her skirt in the sudden light. She could feel his eyes on her but didn't look back at him. The phone mercifully darkened and they were in darkness once more. “If you still want to play while we wait, it's your question.”

“I do not-” he was cut short when they heard shouting and thudding coming from above them. He glanced up and Marinette decided it was time to stand again, stretching as she did so. The emergency hatch opened above them and light flooded from it.

“Lil D, you okay in there?” A cheerful voice rang out, tinged with a touch of concern. “We're gonna have you out any second, it looks like there's a little corrosion on the elevator wire, so we're being real careful. But if you could get ready to climb up- oh, hi.”

“Hi,” Marinette said awkwardly, waving as the handsome older man looked at her in surprise. So apparently Damian hadn't said there was someone else in the elevator - whatever hope she had that he was just shy or something shriveled into a hard lump. “Thank you for coming to get us.”

“Uh, no problem, sweetheart,” Grayson said, smiling at her bemusedly. She mustered up a smile that vanished as soon as he ducked out of view. She and Damian stood awkwardly, much further apart than they had been five minutes before. He was staring intently at her but she kept her gaze fixed on her hands. 

“Okay, I'm going to pull Damian out first because he's heavier, okay Miss?” Grayson said, dangling further into the elevator with a harness around his torso. She gave a soft okay, cupping her elbows with her hands. Through her peripherals, she saw Damian hesitate before reaching for his brother's hands and allowing himself to be pulled out.

She could hear the vague sounds of whoever was supporting Grayson as they took on the burden of removing Damian. Before too long, Grayson lowered himself back and offered her his hands. She grasped them tightly, pulling herself up with practiced ease, before the crew started pulling them out of the space.

The bright lights of the mall made her squint when she exited the elevator shaft and she was immediately engulfed in Adrien and Chloé’s arms. She glanced at Damian and Grayson, who were standing to the side of everything and speaking in low voices. 

She flushed again when Damian looked over at her, and pointedly looked away, furious that he had caught her watching him. Adrien looked at her curiously, but she could also see a flash of guilt which told her the elevator hadn't been malfunctioning naturally. 

“You are in so much trouble,” she hissed, glaring up at him. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, muttering sorry as she huffed. “Also, you probably ruined any chance I had of getting to know him normally, so thanks for that.”

“Miss, I hope you're okay, we have paramedics that can check you over if you would like,” Grayson said, having approached them. Damian hung back, still watching her, but she made no move towards either of them. “Damian said you kept really calm in there, so you did a great job.”

“Thank you, but I'm fine,” she answered, offering him a smile again. “There wasn't really anything for me to worry about, and Damian told me he had asked for you to come and rescue us. I'm sorry you had to take time out of your day to help.”

“Anything for Lil D, and his friends,” he responded jovially, and Damian made a strange noise that made Marinette ache again. It shouldn't hurt that he didn't think of her as a friend, because they weren't, but that didn't lessen the sting.

“That's very kind of you, Grayson, but I'm just one of the French exchange class,” she muttered, glaring at the floor. She missed the curious look he sent towards his brother, but carried on regardless. “Thank you for your time, Damian, I hope the rest of your day is pleasant. Adrien, Chloé, we should rejoin our class.”

Damian watched her stalk away, confused and frustrated. Marinette had been one of the few students from the Parisian class that hadn't annoyed him with questions and power-hungry looks. She had intrigued him with her generally pleasant demeanour and the cordial way she spoke to everyone she met. 

So when the elevator malfunctioned he had thought the game would be a good way to get information about Paris’ heroes without generating suspicion. But he had surprised himself when he asked about her relationship with Agreste, slightly unnerved by his own burning curiosity and the anxiety he felt while waiting for her answer. He had also been fascinated by her responses, charmed in spite of himself when she blushed and stammered.

And then she had asked about his own status and he had immediately been wary. Often, young women, and men, expressed an interest in whether he was single and immediately proceeded to ingratiate themselves so that they could work their way into his family.

And when she had tried to backtrack, his heart had sunk, convinced that she had overplayed her hand. But then she had deviated from his experience by giving a short, probably understated view of her family's standing. And she had withdrawn completely from the game, showing no interest in the final question she had been able to ask.

“She was cute, did you get her number?” Grayson asked slyly, a mischievous smirk on his face. Damian gave him an unamused glare, not wanting to admit that he seemed to have offended her. “Oh come on, D, I'm joking. I'm just impressed she came out of there without any broken bones, you hate being stuck with random girls.”

“Tt, she is not random, she is one of the students here for the French exchange trip,” Damian said, annoyed by Grayson's immediate interest. “Regardless, I have not caused injury to any of my peers in quite some time. Additionally, she was able to give me some insight into the Parisian heroes, causing an injury would have been counterproductive.”

“Oh, it was part of the mission then.” Grayson had the gall to sound as disappointed as Damian felt, and it grated on him. “Well, I hope she didn't make you too uncomfortable in the process. Maybe you can ask someone else about anything you didn't get?”

Damian was saved from this excruciating conversation by Kent jogging over to them. He looked far too happy, and it irritated Damian more given his own emotional state. Grayson greeted him warmly but Kent was grinning at Damian in a way that made him wary. He had the sudden suspicion that his conversation with Marinette was not as private as he would have liked.

“So you got stuck in an elevator with Marinette, huh.” Damian’s suspicions were confirmed by the way Kent stressed her name, and he growled a warning to the half-Kryptonian. “You know, you're very grumpy now that you're out of the elevator, what's wrong, did Dick interrupt?”

“Kent, I would advise you to shut your mouth,” he snarled, a blush spreading up his neck when Grayson stared at him. “Tt, there was nothing to interrupt, as I have already explained to Grayson that I was gathering information on the Parisian heroes.”

“Oh? And the relevance of asking about whether she was dating her model friend?” Damian was going to murder him. He hissed as much to his now ex-best friend, acutely aware that Grayson was far too interested in the exchange. “Besides, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your art with anyone before.”

“I was gaining her trust,” he ground out, before turning to glare at Grayson. “Do you not have somewhere else to be?”

“Oh, I think I can spare a few more minutes,” his traitorous brother said, grinning more widely than Damian had ever seen before. “I can't wait to tell Tim and Jay about this. You sure you didn't get her number, little bro?”

Kent snorted and any hope that Damian had of keeping the disaster the rest of the conversation had been disintegrated. He looked away, glaring into the distance as Kent proceeded. “He offended her; apparently he's allowed to ask her invasive questions about her ‘romantic entanglements’ but she can't ask if he's single.”

“She asked if you were single?” Grayson squealed, whipping around to see if he could see her still. He looked disappointed when it became clear that she was out of sight. “Dames, I can't believe you weren't going to tell me any of this! I could've helped!”

“There is every chance that she was only enquiring to further her own ambitions,” he said grumpily, glaring at Kent when he sighed exasperatedly. “What is the problem, Kent? You are perfectly aware that most everyone who approaches me is interested only in my father's money. It is not as though I have a winning personality that bids them to approach me.”

Neither Kent nor Grayson had anything to say to that, and Damian felt vindicated, if a little hollow. Of course she was only interested in the Wayne fortune, and if even overly optimistic Grayson could not argue the point, it was practically fact. He had hoped, when she had asked about pets and his art, that he could explore the strange attraction he felt for her, but it was a risk he dared not take.

The remainder of Marinette's day was overshadowed by the frustration that she had already blown her chance of getting to know Damian better.

_ _ _

Adrien was nervous. He knew he had taken a risk when he had let Plagg mess with the elevator to force Marinette to spend time with Damian. She had been mooning over the youngest Wayne for the past week and a half and they only had a few days before they returned to Paris.

But apparently it had backfired, and now Marinette was angry and disappointed - not to mention slightly heartbroken. She had locked herself in her room at the hotel they were staying at, courtesy of the Gotham Academy exchange program, only coming out for dinner. Her eyes had been a little puffy and she had made a point of talking to everyone else during the meal.

And when they had gone back to the school the following day, she had made herself small and unobtrusive, barely talking to any of the Parisian students. And whenever she was in the same room as Damian, she had completely shut herself off, buried in her schoolwork or, if she was on break, her sketchbook. 

He wasn't blind, he saw the young billionaire’s son watching his lady, and wondered how true it was that he had ruined any chance she had. It had looked like he was going to approach her several times, but each time she had mysteriously become busy and vanished. A sour look was common on Damian's face, but even his usual glower had nothing on today.

As they approached the last lesson of the day, Damian's tall friend made his way over to her. She looked up at him, a brittle, bright smile fixed on her lips. The smile faded as he spoke, a concerned frown taking its place. She stood, abandoning her work and nodding to the boy before following him out.

Marinette followed Jon to an empty classroom, wondering what he needed to talk to her about. He had said it was urgent, and all but begged her to come with him so she had relented. But she couldn't think what he possibly had to say to her. Was he going to warn her to stay away from Damian? Because, if so, he would likely be surprised by how quickly he'd get her agreement.

“Sorry to drag you away from your work,” he said sincerely, and she nodded confusedly. “I just wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. Damian hasn't said much but he's been pretty grumpy ever since.”

“Oh.” Her throat tightened and she felt a hot prickle of tears in her eyes. Even though she had figured this was how it was going, she didn't know what to say. ‘Sorry, I made your friend uncomfortable and he hates me, which is a bummer because I have a crazy crush on him’? Yeah, not likely. “I mean, it was- bad luck, really. It sort of follows me around sometimes, but my best friend was the one who pushed me into the elevator with Damian.”

“Adrien, right? Why'd he do that?” Jon looked earnest, and she felt her will to keep quiet crumble away slightly. She mumbled something incoherent, not wanting him to think she was completely insane. He waited patiently, cocking his head to the side.

“Look, my friend thought that, if I was forced to spend some time with your friend, I'd get over my nerves and tell him I think he's cute,” she said eventually. She was rapidly losing her desire to keep it to herself in the face of telling someone who knew Damian well enough to put her mind at rest. “But I blew it because I have precisely zero chill and rushed into asking him if he was seeing anyone and now he hates me.”

“Whoa, hang on, you think he's cute?” Jon looked like Christmas had just come early, bouncing onto the balls of his feet. “Sorry, sorry, I just- Damian thought you were asking because you wanted to get close to his family, since that's how these things usually go.”

“Why would I be interested in his family?” Marinette was bewildered, her mind turning over their interactions and picking at them. In none of their conversations had he ever mentioned who his family were, and she had been so overwhelmed on the first day that she'd only caught people's first names. “I mean, I get it, I know enough people with money that I've seen the kinds of people that do that sort of thing. But he's the one who mentioned Grayson when we were talking.”

“Kent, you are supposed to be speaking with Mr-” Damian strode into the room and froze when he saw Marinette. She squeaked and turned away, apologising for intruding before racing out of the room. She didn't make it far before someone caught her arm. She pulled out of the hold automatically, turning to face whoever it was. 

“Apologies, I did not want to shout and cause a scene,” Damian said stiffly, arm slowly lowering. She blushed again, trying to look at anything other than him but only succeeding about twenty percent of the time. “I did not mean to interrupt you and Kent, you should go and continue your conversation.”

“No, no, it's fine,” she said breathlessly, trying not to let him see how panicked she felt. She got the impression that she was failing, abysmally. “He just- he wanted to make sure I didn't do anything in the elevator yesterday, I think. But I was rambling and I think I just confused him, so I think it would be better if I-”

“Marinette, calm down,” Damian instructed, stepping closer to her. She stopped breathing as she looked up at him with wide eyes. The only thing she could see was his steady green eyes and she felt dizzy. “Marinette, take a breath for me, I am concerned that you will faint otherwise.”

She gasped suddenly, and something like relief shone in his eyes. “Why do you think I'm only after your family?” She blurted abruptly, flushing when he jerked back from her. “I mean- Jon said you thought I was only interested in you because of your family, but I don't even know who your family are. Obviously I'd like to meet them some time but it's not like we're even dating, so that's kind of a moot point.”

“...you are interested in me?” He said quietly, stepping closer. She blushed harder, stepping back and looking away. He stepped back into her space, and she retreated once more, continuing until she was against the corridor wall. He used a surprisingly gentle hand to turn her face towards him searching for an answer.

“Obviously,” she whispered, her hands somehow gripping his lapels. He didn't seem to care, the hand on her chin moving to brush a loose strand of her hair out of the way. She licked her lips, a quick darting motion that he tracked, which made the butterflies return in force. 

“Then I should probably tell you that I find you attractive,” he murmured, his head lowering towards hers. His breath fanned over her face, but he stopped short of actually kissing her. They stood, suspended in that moment for several seconds before they moved.

Marinette could not swear to what happened next. All she knew was that she felt the pressure of his lips on hers and she thought she had died and gone to heaven. It lasted for the briefest moment before someone else came into the hall, and Damian jerked back again, cheeks adorably flushed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt,” came a sickly sweet voice that made Marinette close her eyes in anger. She turned to glare at Lila, hands falling away from Damian’s shirt. “Adrien was just saying that he hadn't seen you for a while, and with class starting soon we should come and find you. I didn't realise you were…busy.”

Before Marinette could retort, she skipped away, flashing a smirk at Marinette over her shoulder. She looked back at Damian, who was eyeing the retreating vixen with suspicion and resentment. He glanced back at Marinette, a warmth coming back to his eyes.

“I apologise for my forwardness, Marinette,” he said, taking her hand and squeezing gently. She grinned at him, flushing as she thought about just how forward they had both been. “But…if it is alright, perhaps we could spend some time together this evening?”

“I'd love to,” she said, practically buzzing with excitement when he gave her a crooked smile. She excused herself to go and get her things from the lunchroom, after giving him her number so they could find each other at the end of the day.

When she got back to her bag, she found Adrien sitting guard over it. He smiled tentatively at her, clearly hoping he had been forgiven for the previous day. She gave him a mock glare, but the heat that had been behind it that morning had dissipated.

She still planned on getting him back for putting her and Damian in danger, just because he thought she needed a push, but she could let him have a false sense of security for now.

As the last class of the day ended, Marinette received a short text from Damian, letting her know where to find him. She said goodbye to Adrien and Chloé excitedly before shooting off to inform the teachers that she would be spending time with one of the Gotham Academy students. 

When she approached their meeting place, she slowed when she spotted Jon practically hovering behind Damian, an excited spark in his eyes. He waved exuberantly at her and she gave a small one back but smiled brightly at Damian.

Damian had been dealing with Kent's smug behaviour for the final hour of the day and he was irritated that the super had decided to stalk him to his meeting with Marinette. He was convinced that his meddling had resulted in the resolution of Damian and Marinette's conflict and it made him unbearable.

When she finally appeared, she seemed reluctant to approach whilst Kent was with him, making him even more annoyed. But she gave him a smile so lovely he forgot his bad mood momentarily, smiling back at her. She stopped within touching distance, gripping the strap of her bag tightly. 

“Apologies, Marinette, Kent insisted on accompanying me to this meeting, but he will leave in a moment,” he said, turning sternly on his friend. Who proceeded to ignore him in favour of the girl he was attempting to woo. Damian seethed quietly, swearing he would find a way to get back at Kent. 

“It's fine, my friends have been trying to butt in since yesterday,” she assured him, giving Kent a stern and disappointed look. Damian smirked at the wounded look on the other boy's face, relieved that Marinette was not deterred by his presence. “But would you like to get going? I have to be back at the hotel by 7pm and I'd like to get to know you better.”

“Of course,” he said immediately, offering her his arm which she took without hesitation. “I'm keen to learn more about this famous patisserie your parents are responsible for.”

“Besides, we can always plan how we're going to get revenge over coffee,” she said sweetly, shooting Kent a wolfish smile. Damian laughed aloud in surprise when Kent squawked. Marinette was certainly far more interesting than anyone else who had approached him and, if she truly did not know who his family were, she could not possibly be angling for the Wayne heir specifically.

(Now with Part 2)

[stars-obsession-pit]

I’m not a MariBat shipper (I like the ML-DC crossover but I prefer Adrienette) but I just had a thought that’d probably work well as like a setup thing for that:

Oftentimes in this crossover—especially if the Justice League finds out about the Hawkmoth situation after it’s been going on for a while—the Parisian heroes will ask them to stay out of it for fear of a superhero getting akumatized and being too powerful to defeat.

But that’s (arguably) mostly just an issue for the heroes with preexisting powers. Unpowered heroes would still be dangerous, sure, but they’d be limited to whatever random akuma powerset they receive (which would be completely new to them) instead of having powers they’ve trained for years.

Thus, if the JL is trying to push for a compromise, they might propose sending some of the baseline-human heroes.

Which could easily mean the Gotham vigilantes.

And then maybe people would be too wary of Batman being akumatized (since he’s a full grown adult, has the most training/experience among the Bats, and his broodiness might be construed as making him more likely to qualify for akumatization) but still agree to a team-up with some of Gotham’s other vigilantes.

Thus allowing specifically just those teen heroes/vigilantes to interact and bond…

[quindread]

Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

[trickstermiraculous]

Left To Our Own Devices AU

This au is a huge crossover between several shows so just a heads up.

The premise is similar to how many maribat and dp x dc fanfics go. The heroes and their cities/towns have been ringing the justice league for help for years but whoever is on call doesn’t believe they instead believing it to be a prank so the teen heroes are left mostly without support trying to save their home and world on occasion and are barely known outside of their respective areas.

Until two of them meet by accident.

First one is Marinette and MK due to being family.

MK was sent over for a break after all of s5 drama as Tang and Pigsy figured it was best for his mental health to have a break from all the stress of being a hero but obviously since hawkmoth hasn’t made global news and Megapolis (and surrounding areas) is isolated mostly due to the demon human cohabitation, that isn’t going happen.

Now Marinette and MK get on well due to being same age (mk, Mei and redson are all teenagers in this au) and creative as hell. So it’s no issue with MK coming over to visit, the problem is with Marinette being Ladybug and the guardian so hiding it is a problem.

It’s hidden pretty well for a couple of weeks even with akuma attacks that MK tends to stay out off since he doesn’t want to test if the miraculous cure can fix his type of damage or not (also he promised Pigsy no hero stuff unless desperate). He only gets involved as he was just chilling on rooftops one night and manged to be in the area the heroes were so saw they were fighting something that wasn’t an akuma but a demon. How does he know that well considering it yelling about the monkey king’s successors, it’s a pretty big hint.

Cue one battle scene later

Thankfully turns out the ladybug can cure the damage because it’s caused by magic. The heroes then meet by the Eiffel Tower after a recharge and MK is interrogated/asked who he is, what is he and why is he here? MK explains that he was visiting relatives and was staying away from hero fights because he has enough of that at home but that clearly wasn’t an akuma since no one in Paris/rest of earth outside of his home country would know about monkey king’s successor so since he’s used to fighting demons he decided to lend a hand.

Thankfully the miraculous heroes relax at hearing the explanation but are confused since isn’t monkey king just a book character especially King Monkey since he took his name from them.

MK explained no he’s real and it’s probably that name that confused the demon as he’s monkey king’s successor and is kinda known for being the modern superhero although he goes by Monkey Prince (it change from Monkey Kid since he now has the appearance of a monkey and most demon kind of assume that he’s sun wukong bio son so started calling him that).

The demon probably heard all that, saw a monkey superhero going by a name clearly inspired by wukong and just assumed that was the right one.

With that being the case MK suggests that maybe King Moneky should change his name since if that keeps happening that would be really bad as all of the bad guys he fought that were heavy hitters tend to destroy the world or reality in general and you probably don’t want to attack that on regulars bases on top of akumas.

Ladybug and Chat noir are quick to agree so King Monkey name is changed to a different one (Mischief is all I have as an idea so far) which is later announced to the public on the ladyblog thanks to Alya.

Ladybug does suggest to MK that maybe he should come with her to get permission to operate in France while he’s here so he’s doesn’t get into any political trouble by accident.

This au is the same universe as my court revived au so all the miraculous are out to the class and they are all operating as regular heroes who do work with the government on normal crime so they just want to give heads up to the public that MK may operate in Paris in the future but is just a visiting hero and they don’t want to blindside the government as that might make them upset.

MK is quick to message the others back home and Wukong is quick to message his lawyer while macaque is quick to travel to Paris as extra backup for the kid.

The government while not happy that he operated without warning are understanding that he was here on holiday as a civilian and only step in because it was one of his enemies.

They give the ok for the Monkey Prince, Emerald Dragon and Crimson Bull to work in Paris if they are needed or are visiting and can help out during akuma attacks or on patrol.

Things carry on as normal with the Monkey Prince now showing up to akuma attacks.

After an interview and explanation, the public are very accepting of, especially with him being a ray of sunshine and a powerhouse of a fighter in akuma attack. That particular detail is made known when an akuma that had the same powers of the monkey king and MK basically was able to go full out on while the other heroes just made sure civilians were out of the way.

MK and Marinette find out each others secret during an akuma attack when they both went to transform/shift forms in the same place. After a big freak out when akuma is defeated, an info dump of how they became heroes, Marinette is quick to introduce him to the court.

Which is good since school was starting back up and he was joining their school until Christmas as he goes back home. Due to this he is pretty understanding about how feral the class can be by the time school starts and joins in on their feral behaviour.

He is fully aware of the issues with Lila (the class is in the know but to avoid another scarlet moth situation and issues with their teachers tolerate her) and treats as he would with any Karen like customer who come to the noodle shop.

By the time he going back home, he’s pretty good friends with the court so knowns he has some more allies to call on when he’s having issues like as world end event again.

This is just part one, next will be Danny phantom and a surprise guest.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Hello, proud non-reader of MariBat stuff here who is having MariBat thoughts from seeing too many Miraculous posts and Batman posts on my feed in quick succession! Thought I'd share.

I don't think that Bruce or the Justice League or any of the adults would be the ones to figure out that things have gone to shit in Paris and start roping the Miraculous Team into the greater superhero community. No, all those people have their areas and tend to stick to them. I think (if it's one of the Bats anyway), that it's probably Tim. Tim Drake who has connections to Paris, routinely goes off on whacky globetrotting adventures both with and without his various teammates and allies, and is a notorious little networker who sees "driven person with skill and potential" and says "how do I get this person on my payroll."

This is funny, you see, because Tim is exceptionally independent and doesn't tell people what he's up to a lot of the time simply because he hyperfixated too hard and he didn't realize that other people may want to know. This means that instead of getting adult supervision (which is what I think happens in most MariBat fics) the Miraculous Crew gets an enabler.

Like, Tim knows talent when he sees it. Even if he does resolve the Hawkmoth issue in 10 minutes---because nobody in this show is good at hiding their identity, and Tim is probably the worst thing that a paper thin secret identity could encounter. He's not going to let the magical badass teenagers just go back to living normal lives or doing their own thing. That'd be a waste of talent and opportunity. No, he's obviously going to start training them and introducing them to people and roping them into his schemes and calling in favors and now WHOOPS! All the adults suddenly have a new team of 20+ hormonal teens with way too many skills for their own good.

Yeah like!

Having read too many ml/batman crossovers, I can say that most of them were some variation of 'the class ends up in Gotham for some reason(usually a class trip) and they end up telling the Bats what's happening'.

Though I have seen one or two of 'Bruce and/or Tim ends up in Paris for Wayne Business™, sees an Akuma and goes 'the FUCK is that???'.

So yeah Tim going off on his own because some buddy in Paris mentions something, finds a dysfunctional af superhero team and goes 'well guess I gotta fix them'.

Also he wouldn't even be investigating Hawkmoth on purpose. He'd meet with Gabriel, go 'oh he's sketch as hell' and sneak around and find the whole Hawkmoth thing and just Hit him upside the head with a grappling hook and yoink the Butterfly.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Hole In Me

by Genderfluid_idiot Damian will always be thought of for his past. The violent child who will never change. He cannot have redemption. Redemption will always be out of reach. Anger pulls him back, wrapping around his arms and legs, chaining him to his past. Always the heir to the demon head, the angry robin, the violent robin, the demon brat. Always his past, never his future he doesn’t have a future. Words: 7720, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Mentioned Harper Row - Character, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Minor Characters Relationships: Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne & Everyone, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas Additional Tags: Damian Wayne-centric, Dark, Angst, Maribat Angst & Fluff April, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Gun Violence, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Needs a Break, Everyone Needs A Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Minor Original Character(s), Metaphors, Symbolism, Not Beta Read, Near Death, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Hurt Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Damian Wayne Feels, Damian Wayne Gets a Hug, Mental Health Issues, Batfamily Needs Therapy (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Angst (DCU), Mentioned Harper Row, Mentioned Talia al Ghul, Sad Damian Wayne, Sad with a Happy Ending, POV Third Person, One Shot, Whump, Damian Wayne Whump via https://ift.tt/5B7JtKo

[maribatawareness]

A Confessional: Fandom Awareness

It is currently 6:00pm EST, November 29th, 2024, as I am writing this. (7:15pm, December 5th, 2024, for post) This is something I have needed to write for a while, and I finally found the strength to do so. 

What I would like to discuss is the Maribat Tumblr scene and events of earlier this year.

~ As a disclaimer, this is not being made to send harassment or hate. Its purpose is to enlighten the fandom of my personal experiences, including what I have witnessed myself. None of the following will be anything but my own testimony and pieces accessible by members of the fandom. ~

I, the one writing this as well as runner of this account, am Stilly. Otherwise known as ScarletImpulse on Ao3 and Discord and VelveteenShadow on Tumblr. 

Why am I putting this out there with a new account versus using my own tumblr? It, my personal tumblr, was blocked by the blog that is arguably seen the most on this platform. The blocking was due to the following.

Back in February, the 2023 Maribat Awards’ Nominations List was released. One of my pieces was nominated but not accepted due to a relationship being tagged in the piece. A lot unfolded from there and I would like to own up to my side of it.

In the moment, I was saying things with no weight behind them when it came to any words I used. I had said that the event was biased, had favoritism, should have different mods, and was unfair due to the reasoning given for my piece not making it into the category whilst another fic was accepted. 

Someone left a reply to the post right off to get clarification. The reason I did not speak up myself is I was afraid that the reason for my piece not making it into the one category (Rare Pairs) would then disqualify it, thus removing it, from another category (Favorite Fic). 

The clarification given to the person was rather vague. After that, it spiraled into another person asking with rather inappropriate, strong language and the OG blog giving nearly the same energy back. A couple key things were said that were extra that read as rude, there is the use of “favoritism” which most likely was used in reference to my reactionary words, and a specific thing that I would like to specify on.

~ “...I had said that if they changed the tags we would be willing to add them back in.” (Another Mod, February 3rd, 10:01 am)

This part was never said directly before. I, nor anyone, was told that if I changed my fic tags that it could be accepted. The only mention of tags by the blog were these two following ones in separate reblogs.

~ “I do not read all of the fics submitted, and rely on authors tagging their works appropriately.

As a reminder, tagging works appropriately is important for readers so they are not misled.” (Main Mod, February 2nd, 6:45pm)

~ “Instead, I would suggest tagging the Timari in the Additional Tags part of AO3, or even as ‘Minor Tim/Marinette Dupain-Cheng’, that way fic readers and mods alike will not mistake it for something it is not next time.” (Another Mod, February 2nd, 8:44pm)

I was also not reached out to about this problem. A lot of what went down could have been solved by being clear about the tag changing and/or reaching out to me to resolve the issue. Instead, they reference information that could only be known by being in the server I said all of my frustrations through. 

There is no way they should have had access to what I said because none of the individuals associated with the blog at the time were within that server when it went down. (Even so, I should not have said the things I did and I own up to that.) It also shows they were aware of my discord account so I could be reasonably reached.

The blocking itself? That came from them seeing someone share out my Tumblr username through a different discord entirely. At least in that case, the individuals were also in there. 

I was not the only one who got blocked during that stretch. I cannot speak for them, nor will I. However, I can say that the public was blocked in a sense from the situation because reblogs (where the conversation went down) were hidden. They can now only be found through the reblogs of others.

I am accepting and confirming all of that further in this google doc to show versus purely tell and prove I am not free of innocence for my actions during that. It is so important for people in the fandom to be aware that it happened. Both sides of that made mistakes. They need to be held accountable for it. 

There are a couple more interesting things that sprouted that I will mention briefly here but will be expanded upon in the doc. Once again, this is for fandom awareness.

The access to a discord they were not a part of was used to send screenshots of what I said during the heat of the situation to yet another discord which got me banned from it. I was not allowed to even ask for further information or clarification because I was told through a bot message and the one mod I knew had their dms set to friends only. 

“A concerned member sent the [server name] staff several screenshots of you publicly threating physical harm against other members of our server. This is not acceptable behavior in what should be a fun, safe space to enjoy fandom.

This directly violates the rules of our server & is egregious enough to bypass prior warnings. Our mod team has made the decision that it is in the best interests of protecting our server members to remove you. Thank you. This decision cannot be appealed.” (Dyno Bot, February 8th, 8:13 pm)

There’s nothing else for me to speak upon for that. The message is between the bot and I so if the server wished for me to not share that out, perhaps banning without a prior warning would prevent that. 

Another thing that came from the situation was an account named “Dike” on Tumblr. It put out a nicely written transcript essentially of what happened and the sides of things. 

This has since been deleted. 

This is another example of something that was said in the fandom’s tumblr space that has been forced to live in reblogs of others. However, the person, Dike (who I will not disclose without permission), had asked me as well as one of the individuals associated with the situation to read over the google doc of the mock trial. I saw things from Dike being deleted and took action to make a copy.

This is the copy of the original google doc posted by Dike with all the information perfectly intact from when it was first written. It was given by him to the public once so regaining your access to it should not cause a problem. However, it does make it easy to identify who Dike is, so I am going to link you to a reblog that saved it from fully disappearing instead.

Reblog of Dike’s OG Post

Please check that out for more information on that situation specifically. It does a great job at laying it out.

All of this I wanted to bring up because it is imperative for the fandom to know what a certain blog on Maribat Tumblr with influence has done. This is not to go throw hate on them. It is to give awareness.

The original purpose of the blog (as far as I am aware) was to make calendars for the fandom. Since then, it has evolved to do awards and other events. That’s amazing.

A problem, however, is the sharing of events that can come across as selective. They do their own events then only one other Maribat tumblr’s has been shared by the blog. That would not be inherently bad if they did not make such an effort to get the attention of the fandom.

Finding events run for Maribat as a fandom can be done relatively easily with the tagging feature in tumblr. Only sharing out the two places makes it an even harder time for events run by other fandom tumblrs to get traction though.

It also does not help that the blog blocked one of those other fandom tumblrs. To remind, I am speaking only for myself, so I purely know this because I am the owner of the Maribat Menagerie tumblr and I was searching to see if 2024 awards were posted yet, just to be met with a “ghost blog” message. If there are any others who have experienced the same, it is on them to speak on it.

Once again, this is boiling down to making it harder on others in the fandom getting that traction to more of the fandom. Without a typically checked Tumblr of the fandom sharing things, it gets left to the algorithm which only tends to favor polls.

One last related piece to the topic is a discord server list that was made by the blog. It is yet another case of not being inherently bad in its target purpose but has been used rather strangely.

The fandom may not be aware that the list has been edited throughout the months since its release. There is a note that states “All links posted with server permission prior to adding” which is important to know as I talk on this.

This list is made to help the fandom find discords because minus those with a Tumblr related to their discord, fic links are the only real go to place to find them, which can be a game. 

The problem I have, which may not be one to others, is how the list has changed while still not including more less member-heavy servers beyond their own. I understand and respect the decision to only include those who have given permission. It is just weird that at least one that was originally on the list has been removed then replaced.

In fact, this occurred just days ago as far as I am aware. Originally, the “Daminette” server, that was featured since the list was made, was changed out with “League of Daminette” which you can find out through checking any reblog under the original post with a date before November 24th, 2024. 

Mentioning the servers is relevant because I found that out after making this tumblr and checking the 2024 Maribat Awards. That announcement post was also changed after originally being posted with the only difference being a server link.

Let me preface, having a server link in a post is totally fine. It is how it is in the post that seems a bit unnecessary for an announcement of a nomination form, not a server. Having “Come join us on discord” the same color and font size as the nomination form link is a choice. That is going to catch people’s eyes and they will most likely miss the “Nominations open until January 15th” in small text in between them.

It is also when that is important to mention for that part above. The addition of the link happened after the nomination form was shared around to multiple places. I found out due to it being shared within the Menagerie. Whether or not that was on purpose or just a case of them forgetting, I cannot speak on. However, it is worth mentioning that if it was not, then that is quite the timing and coincidence.

Ultimately, everything I have written out for you here is for your benefit. The Maribatter who decided to read this. Take all of this information as you want. I am not in charge of who, how, why you interact with the fandom. I want this fandom space to allow people to make their own choices.

As a last word, I hope that if any of the persons who may have a problem with what I have brought up publicly consider saying this should have been handled privately, they take a moment to realize that their chance was lost when they put their side out publicly then tried to hide it (whether intentionally or not, I will not assume).

Sincerely, Scarlet “Stilly” Impulse

(Finished: 9:09pm, November 29th, 2024)

Confessional: Maribat Fandom Awareness Google Doc

[liquid-luck-00]

Red Binding 5

Maribat March Day 5: Anarchist

Accidentally wrote day 6 for day 5 whoops

Is it more chaos or general agrivation more than anarchy, yes. Do I love it all the same, also yes.

@maribat-calendar-events @maribatserver

First *** Previous *** Next

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"What is that!?!" Jason shouted, as a siren blared through the tunnels of the complex.

"You don’t know?" The girl, Marinette, shouted as she held her hands to her ears.

He could barely hear her but he shook his head regardless. Plagg flew up, his little paws holding his ears flat to his head.

I’ll go see what’s going on. He heard a light cheery voice in his mind. And then the little red bug kwamii disappeared. It wasn’t too long after that the Kwamii, Tikki his mind supplied, returned. The alarm started to quiet and became a constant hum.

"They found out you aren’t in your room." Her cheery voice supplied.

"Merde." Marinette cursed. "Are they going into lockdown or just high alert?"

"They are in high alert, but you need to get back without being seen."

"Okay." She got a look on her face and her attention snapped to him. "That might work."

"Mari what are you planning."

"They are looking for me, right?"

"Yes."

"But not him, right?"

"That’s the point, bluebell." Plagg huffed from on top of his head.

"Then all he has to do is get to my room and we can open a rift."

"That wasn’t the intended purpose of the spell, Marinette." Tikki scolded the girl.

"I’m sorry what are you talking about."

"A rift, is the byproduct of a spell. Items are able to traverse space and time instantly."

"So it can teleport things?"

"It acts more like a gate." Tikki supplied worry furrowing her tiny brow.

"So what’s special about it, people warp all the time."

"That isn’t the issue kid." Plagg flew forward. "It’s the fact that you will both need to pass through the celestial realm."

"It’s not impossible, right."

"Theoretically it’s not, it’s just no living being has tried before."

"But if this works we might avoid a civil conflict."

"We just don’t know the ramifications."

"Just lay it on us, what’s the worst that could happen?" Jason asked tentatively.

"That’s the thing we have no idea."

"You could walk out of this without injury, or worse your souls could be permanently erased."

"Well we have to try." Marinette squared her shoulders. "I can’t go out there without it becoming an incident. Please, Jason. I know this is a lot to ask, but please at least try."

He looked between her and the Kwamii. They looked worried , but ultimately didn’t stop her from asking. While she pleaded him to try. "Fine. Where is your room?"

"Um…" She thought for a moment before giving directions, she took a while as she recounted her steps.

"Since it seems like you are actually going to do this, you need to jump through at the same time, or else the rift could close. Understood."

"Yes." They chorused as he slipped out of his room leaving the girl, Marinette, there alone.

This doesn’t seem like you kitten. Plagg questioned as he made his way through the complex. Do you have a crush or something.

He didn’t answer, just kept walking.

You do! Plagg cackled.

It’s not like that! Jason shot back. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.

Hm. Plagg hummed, but ultimately kept quiet the rest of the way.

He was able to make it to her room without being stopped, and hopefully spotted.

Wait. Plagg popped out and floated to the door, pressing a paw to the surface. Pink light simmered before fading. She’s cautious. Go ahead.

He slipped inside and closed the door. Ready. What’s the spell?

Channel the magic about a foot in front of you, that’s where the rift will open. Repeat after me.

Okay.

དོ་མཉམ་གཏོར་བཤིག་དང་གསར་སྐྲུན་གྱི་སྟོབས་ཤུགས་ལ་བརྟེན་ནས་ང་ཚོས་ལྟ་སྲུང་瓢་འབུ་དང་བྱི་ལ་ནག་པོའི་མིའི་བར་དུ་གས་སྲུབས་ཤིག་ཕྱེས་ཡོད། དེའི་ནང་དུ་ཞུགས་པ།

(To bring balance the powers of destruction and creation, we open a rift between those who guard the ladybug and black cat. Accessium.)

The entire time he was seeing a light grow until it formed a glowing teal oval big enough to fit into. Tikki popped out of the portal. "Ready!" She chirped. "Plagg go through, On the count of three."

"On it, in two shakes of the tail." Plagg flew through.

"I hope this works, for all our sakes." Tikki sighed but he couldn’t focus on that. As she started to count. "One, two, three."

She gave him a nudge and he ran at the light.

He shut his eyes and it was cold, colder than it had any right to be but he didn’t stop. He felt something warm pass him so he opened his eyes for a second. All he saw was her bluebell eyes before they each continued in opposite directions. The second he made it back he promptly fell onto his bed. Exhaustion over taking him.

How do you feel, kid.

Like I was just pummeled by Fayez again.

Well nothing seemed to change physically, at least.

I can’t feel my face, Plagg.

I told you you need to train your magic more. He laughed at him.

Yeah well I did that.

Good job, kitten.

•••

Marinette just stepped out and watched as the rift closed slowly behind her, so she also released the magic that she was holding the other gate open.

Can you go check that Jason is okay, please Tikki?

I’ll be back. Tikki hugged her cheek. Don’t do anything reckless while I’m gone.

I make no promises.

Tikki sighed at her antics like every time before. Someone’s coming.

Mari nodded and Tikki zipped off to check on the other two.

She then realized that the wards at the door were removed, and she guesses it must have been Plagg who did so. But she feels someone approaching. So she does something.

She sat on the ground and started to meditate. But while she did that she concentrated her magic and created a veil around her to refract and reflect light. Thus making her invisible, at least while she stayed still, she closed her eyes to immerse herself in the magic. She continued to weave her spell as no one had entered her room. A bit of chatter was outside but she wasn’t focused on it. But that was when the door slammed against the wall making her jump, breaking her concentration on the spell. It started to break, the light becoming visible as it shattered, before completely disappearing.

"What were you doing?" She saw the demons head stalking towards her, his very being dripping venom and anger, so she stood up.

"At this moment wondering why you so rudely slammed the door open and are so rudely yelling at me."

She held her voice level, impassive, watching him.

"That is not what I meant, so answer."

He towered over her, glaring at her, and frankly she felt he wanted to kill her.

"Didn’t your commander give you the itinerary?" She asked, making her eyes bigger, innocent, and he took a step back.

"I believe the time would be close to 18:00 thus it would be our allotted time for our meditation."

"That doesn’t answer the question, you are only evading it." He was starting to get angry, barely contained, but they both know the implication if either were to strike.

"I was practicing light manipulation today as my meditation exercise. That is why you couldn’t see me when you first barged in."

He narrowed his eyes, calculating his next words carefully. "And what of your door?"

So there was something on the door, that probably made them realize.

"What do you mean by that?" She didn’t want to give him any information that could lead to her suspicion.

"Why was it open?" He was annoyed that he seemed to have to spell it out.

"I must not have closed it, when I handed in the itinerary." She was just rolling with it at this point.

"After all no one actually entered my quarters, or else we wouldn’t be having this call conversation, correct?" She knows no one did, if Plagg really was the one to break through her wards.

"Do not do this again." He growled, restraining himself greatly.

"I’m sorry but I meditate twice daily. So I will unfortunately not be able to abide by that particular wish."

"The man turned on his heel, his cape billowing behind him, but that didn’t hide the fact that he left with his tail between his legs."

He might have years on her, but she has the knowledge to back her claims. That and she has a newfound reason to spite the man. Everyone left the hall and her room. She closed the door and immediately put back her wards.

"That was rash, Mari." Tikki scolded her.

"But it worked didn’t it."

"You were playing with fire. The only reason he was so lenient was because the Pits of Lazarus are in such deplorable condition."

"You need to be more cautious, this recklessness will be your undoing."

"I’m sorry I worried you Tikki." The kwamii sat back on one of the pillows piled on the bed. "I’ll try and be better at it."

Tikki smiled and she knows she has to put in effort, but she really does need to think this all through. Mari climbed into the bed exhausted, next to Tikki.

Both of them are fine, and it seems you are too.

That’s good. Mari closed her eyes drifting easily to sleep.

Next

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[melonsinthesky]

Here goes nothing, so here are some friends and more family of Damian (Jon's not his only friend)✨️

In case you ever want to read the comics I included some spoilers ig and pictures too!

Maya Ducard (aka Nobody)

So, Damian killed her father. Yikes. He is eventually forgiven in the comic series, Robin: Son of Batman. Which features one of the few depictions of brown Damian

She's his big sister (Damian being 10 y.o. in R:SoB and Maya 14 y.o.)

She was the first person of his siblings that he called by their name.

She helps Damian with undercover missions (as seen in Supersons), is a proficient fighter, also an ex-assassin, and the voice of reason.

Maya is black-latina.

Maya hasn't appeared in the recent timeline, last she was seen with Kathy (aka Beacon) in their own base.

If I'm not mistaken there's one maribat fic that's got her

She's family 💖

Suren Darga

Like Damian, they both are initially interested into following their father's footsteps.

The Darga and the al Ghuls are rivals. But DC hasn't mentioned again since R:SoB

He's arab too! Like Damian.

Suren is a magician too.

If you think the al Ghuls are stuck in past, the Darga's are way more in the past.

He's also pretty exaggerated. I think he was dead but got resuscitated (it's been years since I've read R:SoB and my English wasn't as good as it is now)

Damian relates and cares for him in his own way.

Colin Wilkes

He's an orphan, who's also a meta-human. Colin was experimented on, and when he's using his powers he doesn't look alike, he goes by Abuse.

He's a little bit like Jon, except that Jon is a little shit who never hesitates to fight Damian. Colin is a nice kid.

He appears a lot in Li'l Gotham. Damian takes him to the BatCave, and even lets his friend use a batsuit.

Colin hasnt appeared in a while because DC doesn't like Damian having friends or something.

Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi

She's from the comic series "Gotham Academy" (currently working on a fic that has the GA kids)

I never understood if Maps got a crush on Damian or on his weapon(?) But they're cute together

She's a bit eccentric, likes to wear suits instead of dresses.

Maps like cartography, that's where the nickname Maps comes from.

She gets into trouble a lot. Dreams to be Robin, well she kindda is.

Maps as Robin was a thing during the We Are Robin arc, and on one more newish solo issue which probably means there's more of Gotham Academy in the works!!!

I've read one or two maribat fics that feature her!

Kathy Branden (aka Beacon)

She's actually not Damian’s friend, she's Jon's.

Kathy is Jon's neighbor from when they lived in Hamilton County and he went by Jonathan Samuel White.

She's an alien like Jonny.

Seemingly DC was aiming to pair them.

So, Kathy and Damian develop a friendly relationship and ofc they're allies.

She lives on her own, in her farm along with Maya.

Mara al Ghul

Cousin of Damian

Damian left her blind on one eye while after sparring she launched a dagger at him and he did the same to her but :/

She's the daughter of Dusan al Ghul (aka White Ghost), older than Talia but because of his albinism he was discarded of being the heir.

They have reconciled

Athanasia al Ghul

She just appears in Injustice and she's Damian's bio-sister.

Daughter of Bruce and Talia.

She was kept hidden while Damian was away with Bruce.

I guess, Flatline (a love interest) and Connor Hawk enter into this category too but I don't particularly care for them. Flatline is a new character from the Robin solo and Connor was revived(? for the solo too ig

Here's a pic that's got Flatline, Connor, and Rose too bc she was important too

[cardiac-agreste]

WIP Game

Yesterday I RBd a thing where you list your WIPs, then people send you asks about specific ones, and you share a little. @bohemianrhapsody711 asked about these:

Into the Bugverse

I am SUPER excited about this idea, but it's in very early stages (no actual snippets to share, just some disjointed points I'll fill in right now). It is, as you might guess, a riff on Into the Spiderverse. A bit of crack taken seriously where the multiverse is all the fics on Ao3.

We begin with a universe in which Marinette is navigating not to disappointing her parents, who want her to learn the family trade.

Chat Noir, who fought alone most of his life before Marinette was recruited (think of this as kind of a plot divergent Hey, Ribbons by childoflightningg aka @peggiecarter aka @annaethchase), has died (he was Felix Agreste). She's all alone as LB now. The whole of Paris mourns him.

She also meets the new kid, Adrien, and a new Chat Noir shows up. Suddenly, pulled through the "bugverse" into her own world is an older Marinette from another fanwork, possibly Semantitheft's L'Oublie Marinette. They bond while fighting the big bad (imagine a vibe kind of like @leviaana's wonderful comic about Minibug, the jaded older LB who still loves her younger self).

At a low moment for them, other Marinettes get pulled into her world, all from other fanfics. Maybe

a paranoid @buggachat BEAU Marinette or mistrustful one from @wackus-bonkus-maximus One Does Not Love Breathing

Maybe a Marinette from a Coffee Shop AU like Allez savoir pourqois by Yilena who has no powers but is still smart

Or possibly a blog AU like Chat Noir's Miraculous Award for Truly Magical Food by @mommadon. Non-magic Marinette will receive a miraculous as a temp hero!

Marinette from a fic where she's pregnant as fuck but still fighting (the one I'm thinking of it's kind of a twist she gets pregnant later on, so I won't mention it).

Definitely Marinette from Ghost in the Machine by @jheqiawrites alongside her AI companion Adrien.

Possibly an akumatized Marinette

lip service to the MariBat fandom with a very well-capitalized MARINETTE (see what I did there?) from Miraculous LadyBat by BoxTops

a princess or knight Marinette like from A Royal Pain by jheqia and @sing-in-me-oh-muse

At some point in the fighting, we find out that Adrien died young in this universe and Papillon and Peahen are the enemies, and they're trying to get the miraculous to wish him back to life.

The Adrien in this universe is actually from a universe where Marinette/Ladybug is dead, and OMG, Marinette, he's Chat Noir!!!! Possibly from Hamburger Ladybug by @raspberrycatapult or from Last Wishes by @kasienda

Blah blah save the world, everyone returns to their universes. Hint at sequel that brings in other fanfics' Ladybug versions! Do we get a transdimentional love story?? Who knows? I DO!! (I don't.)

I think there's something of an ethical issue for me about using other people's Marinettes for my story, but I think if it's crack it's more OK (it's somewhat like parody) than if I were creating spinoffs with the same tone. BC to be honest, I suspect none of the BNFs would ever see a message from me asking permission. Better to beg forgiveness, right?

Miraculous: Bachelorette Edition

Alya, sick of watching Marinette flounder into her 20s, unable to confess to Adrien, submits her friend in secret as a potential Bachelorette for a reality TV show where many men vie for her hand. Through the magic of crack, a bunch of guys from the show end up contestants: Adrien (his father made him), Luka (he's pan so why not?), Nathaniel (STILL IN DENIAL about his feelings for Marc), Theo the sculptor with the bad soul patch, etc. Oh, and much to Ladybug's annoyance, Chat Noir is also a contestant?!

All of Paris is begging for Pajamagirl x Adrien Agreste

This is going through revisions in my head, but the initial kernel that is actually written down in my WIPs is

Ladybug falls in a crowded area and unconscious, de-transforms. Someone takes their camera out. "Don't you fucking take that picture. Hawkmoth can't know who she is!" Some teen girl "Is that Pajama Girl? Annette, I think that's Pajama Girl!" "OMG Charlotte, you're right! "Wait, didn't Adrien say in an interview that his celebrity crush is Ladybug?" "Dude didn't I see that Chat Noir took her on a date to Andre's?" Marinette wakes up surrounded by people, freaks out. "Don't worry girl, we're not gonna tell anyone, and no one took any pictures. Your secret's safe. Later that day, Annette and Charlotte get #adrienshoulddatepajamagirl trending on social media. Gabriel, who turns out to have been full of SHIT when he told Marinette that he determines what the public wants, pressures Adrien to date his Very Good Friend for the brand.

[starwarsmum]

Day 7, Mutual Plotting 😁 be warned, this one is angsty, and a follow on from Forced Proximity

@maribat-calendar-events

Dick was having a rare day off with his daughter when his phone buzzed and made a mooing noise. Wondering what the younger Superboy wanted, he opened the text straight away.

His eyes widened as he read the message three times, unsure if he was hallucinating. But the words didn't change and he started to bounce in excitement.

“Mar’i, do you want to go visit uncle Dami today?” He called out, already grabbing her coat and shoes; she never turned down a chance to see her favourite uncle. He was proved right moments later when she flew over to him and chattered excitedly about showing Damian the pictures she'd drawn of Titus.

Driving to the café Jon had text him about felt like it took hours. Everytime he had to stop at a red light he barely refrained from cursing out loud. What if Damian decided to move before he arrived? He knew Damian had been interested in the cute little Parisian, but he hadn't realised it was mutual! 

He suppressed a grin when he thought about the way the younger Wayne had denied being interested in the girl until Jon had called him out. But they hadn't been able to get him to talk about it any further before Dick had had to head back to work, which frustrated him up until now. 

But now? According to Jon, Damian had invited Marinette on a date. Sure, the Super had described it as a sinister meeting to plot the demise of Jon and Marinette's friends, but Dick could read between the lines.

Arriving at the café, he ushered Mar'i inside and joined the queue of people waiting to order. Almost instantly he spotted the pair of dark haired teens tucked into a corner. Damian was leaning into the girl's space, looking at the book that she was scribbling in and gesturing at. 

They both looked completely absorbed in a world of their own, his arm resting on the back of her chair and her knee pressing against his. The smirk on his face definitely made Dick think that they were scheming something and that maybe Jon was in trouble, and he hesitated as he reconsidered interrupting them.

Unfortunately, Mar'i took the decision away from him and raced towards the pair. He looked down guiltily as Damian’s head whipped up and the young man scowled at him before turning back to his niece. But now that his cover was blown there was no reason not to join the pair, so he ordered and went to sit with them.

“Tell Kent that my retribution will be merciless and severe,” Damian said with a frown. Marinette gave a mischievous giggle and closed her book with a snap before tucking it away. Damian shot her a grin and Dick had to bite back a squeal. 

“Uncle Dami, daddy said I could show you my picture! Look, it's Titus!” Mar'i said impatiently, shoving several pieces of paper at him. He nodded as she chattered through the various pictures before showing them to Marinette.

“Oh, your dog, right?” She asked warmly, looking the pictures over with interest. “Oh, he's such a lovely dog! And you've done a wonderful job with drawing him,” she added to the eager child. Mar'i beamed up at her and started to point out all the different parts of the pictures that showed that it was definitely Titus. “I see you got your uncle's talent with art, Mar'i.”

There was a brief interruption when Dick and Mar’i's drinks arrived before silence settled at the table. Damian had stopped glowering at Dick in favour of surreptitiously looking at Marinette over the rim of his coffee mug. 

Marinette, in turn, had a happy flush across her cheeks that told Dick that Damian was not being as stealthy as he thought with his frequent glances. Before he could mention it, Mar’i started to ask about how Marinette knew Damian, and if she was her new auntie.

“Mar’i, you can't ask if she's your aunt,” Dick scolded, though he noted that Damian didn't immediately end the line of questioning. “Marinette is one of the students visiting from Paris. You remember we told you about them?”

“Yes, daddy. So is uncle Damian talking to you because you know about Ladybug and Chat Noir?” 

The table went silent again, Marinette frowning slightly before shooting Damian a confused look. Damian, to his credit, didn't look outwardly panicked, but Dick froze as he tried to think of a way to play it off.

Meanwhile, Marinette was running through all of her recent interactions with Damian. She bit her tongue in frustration at just how badly she had misread the situation - she had grown complacent in the most recent months, assuming that nobody was still looking for the Miraculous. 

“I don't know,” she said in a quiet voice, turning towards Damian fully. “Is that why you've been talking to me?”

His hesitation was enough of an answer for her. Standing and grabbing her bag, she was furious with herself for falling for such a simple plan.

“Marinette, wait,” Damian stood as well, but she didn't give him the chance to try and lie his way through an explanation. 

“Enjoy the rest of your evening,” she bit out before all but sprinting away from the three of them.

Damian had more difficulty trying to extricate himself and by the time he could get free she was already gone. He stood in the corner of the café, his hands flexing as he frowned at the exit.

“Did I do something wrong?” Mar'i asked in a tearful voice, shaking Damian out of his introspection. 

“No, Mar'i, it is not your fault,” he said heavily, sitting back down to comfort her. “It was my own fault, and you were not incorrect in assuming that I spoke with her to learn about the heroes.”

“Then why was she so mad?” The confusion in the little girl's voice would ordinarily have made him laugh, but he wasn't sure he could do it without shouting at something. 

“Because she believed I had other intentions,” he said quietly before lapsing into silence. 

_ _ _

It was the last day of the visit and Marinette just wanted it to be over. It was a Saturday, so all they had to do was pack and make sure they were in the hotel lobby by 11am. She had spent the last couple of days avoiding both Damian and Jon, using Chloé and Adrien as shields.

But today both blonds had begged off to go out early and visit a couple of shops before they went home. They knew Marinette wouldn't be able to get out of bed in time but hadn't wanted to just abandon her without her consent. They were both gone by the time she did wake up at 9am, so she couldn't fault their logic at all. 

She lay fairly apathetically in bed for longer than she'd meant to and had to rush through her morning routine to get packed in time to head downstairs. By the time she was done it was quarter past ten and she checked her phone to see where the other two were.

Once she had ascertained that they would return in time for the deadline, she decided she had time to grab a coffee at a nearby café - not the same one she had been at with Damian. She perused the selection of pastries whilst she waited for her turn to be served, but was interrupted by an increasingly heated discussion happening between an older man and the barista.

She frowned as she worked out what was being said and stepped forward to calm the situation when someone else did.

“Listen, my guy, some of us just want to order our coffee. She said she doesn't want to give you her number which, let's be real, it was very creepy of you to ask for. Now either make an order or go away.”

Marinette eyed the exhausted looking man in front of her with a surprised appreciation. When the man started to argue back, the large man standing with the tired one cracked his neck and glared down at the creep, which stopped him fairly quickly, and he left. The barista seemed relieved and thanked the men, who merely shrugged and made their order. 

Before they could pay, however, Marinette darted in and swiped her own card. She beamed up at the bemused men - well, the larger one seemed bemused, the tired one didn't seem to know what had happened - and thanked them for stepping in for the server.

“No problem, Pixie. Thanks for the coffee, Timbit here can't function without it. I'm Jason,” he said, offering a hand for her to shake. 

“Marinette,” she replied before placing her own order and moving down the row with them to wait for them to be made. “And, honestly, if you hadn't stepped in I was going to, and I don't imagine he'd have found me as threatening.”

Jason laughed and they chatted briefly. She learned that the tired man, Tim she assumed, was his brother and had been staying up late regularly for the past several years. In return she explained that she was on her way back to Paris that day and was just getting coffee so that she could make it onto the plane without feeling too exhausted.

“Aw hell, you're kidding, right? You're one of the exchange students from the Wayne Enterprises thing? That's one helluva coincidence - we're on our way to the hotel to escort your class to the airport.”

“Wow, what are the chances?” She asked, half joking, half wondering if Tikki was influencing things. Her order came and they all left the café together, chatting about the program and what she most enjoyed.

“Wait, did you say your name was Marinette?” Tim asked suddenly, apparently perking up from the caffeine. When she nodded he gave Jason a meaningful look that made alarm bells ring in her head. “The class president, right?”

“Ye~s,” she said slowly, glancing between the two men. 

“Oh my God, our niece has not shut up about you since she met you the other day,” Jason said, Tim nodding vehemently next to him. “She is crazy about you, please, tell us what you did to make her like you so much. It would annoy Demon Spawn so much if he wasn't the favourite uncle anymore.”

“...I don't really know what's going on here,” Marinette said, feeling slightly panicked and a lot overwhelmed. “Are you talking about Mar'i?”

“Yes! She keeps telling anyone who will listen that you're the nicest person she's ever met, it's been driving the demon brat insane.”

“Are you talking about Damian?”

“That's the one. Kid's been in a pissy mood most of the week and I, for one, would like to see how far it goes before he snaps.”

They arrived at the hotel at that moment and, still feeling confused and overwhelmed, she babbled out an excuse to head over to Adrien and Chloé and bailed. She could feel their eyes on her and half hid behind Adrien to escape.

“Everything okay, Maribug?” He asked, glancing over to their two chaperones. They both seemed to be in discussion for a few minutes before Tim opened his phone and called someone. 

“I think I met more of Damian's family?” She said in a high pitched squeak. Chloé glanced over at the pair sharply and moved closer to her friend. “I don't know, they were just at the café I went to and we ended up talking. But then they recognised my name and mentioned Mar'i and I panicked.”

“It's okay, we won't let them single you out again,” Chloé said firmly, linking her arm with Marinette's. 

But neither approached the trio and Marinette relaxed as they all trooped onto the bus. As class representative, she was expected to sit at the front of the bus and ensure they had everyone and everything.

“Oh, Marinette, Lila says she's forgotten something in her room,” Madame Bustier said in a bright voice. Biting back a groan, Marinette ran back towards the desk with a description of the lost item. 

Tim followed her, apparently to make sure they didn't lose track of her, but she was on edge from his close proximity. They stood in awkward silence whilst the staff checked the room in question. He looked like he wanted to say something but she crossed her arms and faced away from him.

“We're sorry, there doesn't seem to be anything left in that room,” the receptionist said, smiling apologetically.

“Thank you for checking, I'll just run back to the bus and ask if there's anywhere else she could have left it,” Marinette said, but Tim jumped in and said he would do it and rushed away before she could stop him.

Sighing and rubbing her eyes, Marinette cursed her luck. How did she keep getting into such awkward situations? She didn't even know Damian had more siblings, further proof that he hadn't wanted anything more from her than information. 

Sensing someone coming towards the desk, she moved aside automatically and stayed wrapped up in her own thoughts. Because of that, she gave a startled yelp when someone gripped her upper arms. 

Moving on instinct she stepped into the person's space and pushed. The guy grunted and stepped back, releasing her as he did so and she froze as she realised that Damian had apparently been summoned to the hotel.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to keep the bitter resentment out of her voice and only half managing. 

“I came to apologise,” he blurted out, looking flustered and unsure. “It was never my intention to hurt you and I did not want you to leave Gotham without knowing.”

“Wow, I'd hate to see you trying,” she snapped, arms coming up to hug her middle. 

“Marinette, I am sorry. More sorry than I can possibly convey, and I wish I could make it right with you because…because you are a wonderful person and I cannot stop thinking about you,” he confessed, a flush spreading up his neck.

“Look, I don't want your apologies - I don't want anything from you. I can only assume you didn't get whatever information you wanted since you won't leave me alone.”

“If it was just for information, I hardly needed to come just to you,” he said quietly, hand coming towards her before stopping and lowering. “Marinette, I admit that I began talking to you because I wanted to know about the French heroes - I was curious and you were the most appealing of your class for me to approach. But when I asked you to come out for coffee that evening my only intention was to get to know you.”

“Very nice words,” she said, trying to push down the hopeful flutter starting somewhere in her chest. He looked up at her sharply, something like relief on his face and she swallowed before looking away. “Nice words that would maybe have been genuine when you didn't have several days to come up with them.”

“Marinette, I am being honest with you,” he said, a hint of frustration colouring his voice. “What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Why do you even care? I'm supposed to be going home right now. I wouldn't even still be in this building but stupid Lila said she lost something. We're never going to see each other again. But if you need me to accept your apology or whatever, then fine, apology accepted.”

“Because I don't-”

“She said she found it- oh, um, sorry,” Tim said, looking embarrassed when Marinette flushed.

“Okay, great, we should get going,” she said flatly. “Goodbye, Damian. Good luck with whatever.”

And she fled, not caring if that's what it looked like to Tim and Damian. Her heart couldn't take any more of this, she didn't want to have to listen to his pleas and sugar coated words designed to trick her into forgiving him.

_ _ _

Dick had been feeling guilty ever since he had interrupted - and subsequently ruined - Damian's date. His youngest brother had been in a horrible mood ever since she had vanished from the coffee shop, hardly able to keep his temper even with Mar’i.

He had hoped that, when Jason and Tim had summoned Damian to the hotel on the last morning of the class trip, he would be able to smooth things over. Well, summoned was a bit of a stretch; they had sent a taunting message to the kid saying that they were getting to know their prospective sister-in-law but Damian had flown out of the manor at record speed.

It became apparent that no such heartfelt words had been exchanged when Damian returned an hour later in a filthy temper. He slammed doors, growled at anyone who came close to him and locked himself in a training room with a sword. 

Overwhelmed with guilt and a sense of purpose, Dick started researching Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

Part 3

[the-coffee-fandom]

Thanks to @abyssal-ali for the tag! This took so long to compile lol

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

Uh oh 😅

❥ My first fic was actually a disgustingly long word doc that glitched out my computer and someone deleted 😔 just for a fun fact ✨

❥ My first fic would be Will you be my fairy tale?

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Agents of SHEILD 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa

✐ Set in 7x07, beginning of 8. Daisys in the healing chamber and Daniel Sousa decided to stay there with her. Just a cute little snippet of what he was up to while he was waiting for Daisy to arise from her slumber/healing.

❥ Last fic published was Dreaming Of Anemone (though my last work published was HaiBOO but it’s an original work)

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Bio dad au

✐ The Wayne's might have been public figures, but there's a lot of mysteries behind those grand closed doors. Mr. Wayne for one was quite suspicious. They were hiding something and Marinette would figure out what. Even if it exposed a secret or two. Identities weren't the only thing they were hiding.

Flowers can kill after all.

❥ A fic with a ship I’ve only written once is Coming Home To Peaceful Disaster

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne

✐ Damian is so tired, all he wants to do is come home, have a cup of his girlfriends famous hot chocolate, and fall asleep in his loves arms.

But this isn’t too bad either.

❥ My favorite fic. That’s a hard one. I think it have to be Dreaming of Anenome despite its incomplete status but since that one’s already on this list I’ll promote another: Death Bouquet

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Cassandra Cain/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ It's hard to figure out whom your heart longs for when you've spent so long ignoring it. Letting the flowers bloom in your throat as you struggle to breath always left wondering.

Marinette lived her days in Pairs, her eyes on Adrien. But...was that truly what her heart wanted? Or was it a face she hadn't seen in a long time but still haunted her thoughts like the scorch marks left after a fire.

❥ The fic I wish more people would read is Rose Gold Eyes

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Selina Kyle/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ The rooftops were often silent at night, the streets were where havoc rained.
The rooftops were often silent at night, a cat endlessly chasing darkness.
The rooftops were often silent at night, and so that’s where she lay.
The rooftops were often silent at night, so was her suffering.

❥ The fic I agonized the most over is literally any fic in my Flowers Aren’t Always A Love Language series (especially Dreaming of Anenome) because I always try to put as much flower language in as possible to put a story within the story. Otherwise it’s An Angel With Demons Wings. I wrote that to get back into writing after a tough time and put a lot of pressure to get it perfect for my wonderful friend @tylindel whom I love. I did a lot of dancing research and made art to go with it.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ “They call you a demon but all I’ve ever seen in you was an angel.”

“Even in my worst moments?”

“An angel with anger issues.”

❥ The easiest fic is From Your Favorite Chaos Gremlins. I was spouting ideas like a sprinkler and was really ahead of my writing partners to the point they couldn’t keep up with me. I got overexcited and wrote all but one line of the second chapter. Of course this fic has ended early despite all the ideas left over as authors split so it remains forever unfinished.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Platonic Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

✐ Family is defined as a group of people related to one another by blood or marriage.

None of them were related by blood nor marriage nor any magical force, only their own love for one another.

Family to them was each other.

And all it takes is a pinch of coffee and a whole lot of chaos.

On the streets of Gotham, the chaos gremlins reign.

❥ A work I’m proud of is Hold Me Tight Till Morning Light. Originally written for the lovely @tylindel ’s birthday, I wasn’t sure how much I liked it though but @tree-reads really helped my confidence in it with her appreciation of it and it makes me love it too. Otherwise it be Dreaming of Anenome or anything in my Flowers series because I work hard on them and I love hanahaki so much.

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Maribat 𓍊𓋼𓍊

❀ Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

✐ Sometimes your demons take control of your body and mind, you never had full authority over yourself as your plagued with memories time and time again, filling your head with thoughts you'd rather rid. Sleepless nights were always in the cards. But that's why there's always your rope, your light, your love, your life, that will be there to pull you back from the darkness.

OR

3 times Damian helped Marinette with her demons and one time he didn't have to.

❦ My Ao3: The_Coffee_Fandom

❦ My Insta: the_coffee_fandom

✮ No Pressure Tags: @tylindel @tree-reads @tim-drake-is-underrated @timinette-is-best @velveteenshadow @verymuchimmortalcat @the-witches-you-couldnt-burn