#maribat mominette

[marauderundercover]

pieces fall right into place

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“Mama! Monster!” Marinette immediately leaps off of the couch and rushes to her daughter’s room, heart pounding in her chest. Bursting into the dark room, Marinette immediately flips the overhead light on, scanning the room for any intruders. 

“Where’d the monster go, baby?” Marinette asks softly, scooping her daughter into her arms. Eléonore sniffles before pointing towards the closet. Now most people, when asking a two-year old about the monster they saw, would reassure the toddler that there was no monster. And that the closet was empty. But Marinette wasn’t stupid. She’d been friends with John Constantine for years, after all. Instead of going towards the closet, Marinette slowly backs out of the room. There was the chance, obviously, that there wasn’t actually a monster. That her daughter had merely had a bad dream because of all of the boxes that were stacked in her room. But Marinette wasn’t stupid. And she wasn’t going to take any chances. The second she’s out of the room, she rushes to the closet that John had warded for her when she first moved in almost five years ago. Ella cuddles closer as Marinette steps into the closet, crouching to avoid hitting her head on the shelves. Sitting with her back pressed against the back of the closet, Marinette takes a second to take in a shaky breath before pulling out her phone. 

“‘Ello.” The familiar voice says, and Marinette’s relieved that he actually sounds calm for once. There’d been several times in the past where she’d called and literally heard the wails of the damned in the background. 

“Eléonore saw a monster in her room.” Marinette says, skipping straight to the point. 

“What did it look like?” John asks, and Marinette scoffs. 

“I didn’t stick around to look, John. I was a little busy making sure our daughter was safe.” She points out. 

“Right. Can you ask Ella what color it was? She’s pretty good at colors.” John says. Marinette gently pushes the baby hairs out of her daughter’s face. 

“Hey bébé, dad has a question about the monster.” Marinette says softly. Ella immediately sits up, a huge grin spread across her face. Marinette smiles, despite the situation, and presses the speaker button. 

“Hi daddy!” Ella says. 

“Hello love, mama says you saw a monster.” John says, his voice immediately far softer than it had been when he was talking to Marinette. Ella nods. 

“Scary monster.” She affirms. 

“I know, sweetheart. Can you tell me what color it was? I’m on my way to help.” He says, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump in relief. When it came to magic or supernatural problems that came about, she was glad that she’d always been able to call John. Their friendship (and yes, despite their daughter it would only ever be platonic between them) had been one of her first outside of the original Miraculous team. Ever since stepping out of Paris and into the world as a whole, she’d had John to rely on. Even if he could be a complete ass at times. Marinette vaguely listens to Ella and John, only really focusing when John calls her name. Glancing down at their daughter, she realizes that she’d fallen asleep.

“Sorry, what?” Marinette asks. John huffs. 

“I’ve gotta get off the line, but I’m almost at your apartment. Call your fiance, would ya? No need to have him panic if Oracle spots me in the area. And tell him to stay clear til I’ve checked out the area.” He says. Marinette agrees and hangs up before quickly dialing Bruce. 

“Hello darling. Everything alright? I thought you said you were going to bed early tonight.” Bruce says, the worry obvious in his voice. 

“Ella saw a monster in her room. John’s on his way to check it out for us.” Marinette says with a sigh. 

“What? Are you both okay? Do I need to come over? I can be there in less than five minutes.” He rambles. 

“We’re fine. We’re in a safe place, mon amour, I promise. John said not to come over until he’s checked it out.” She says. Bruce grumbles lowly, and Marinette suppresses a snort. Bruce and John were definitely…reluctant to interact as much as they did. John was more okay with it, simply because of the fact that he knew it annoyed Bruce. But for Marinette, it was important to her that the three of them worked together and got along, for Eléonore. Even though they’d been working at it for two years, it was still hard at times. But they made it work. 

“Perhaps you should come stay here tonight.” Bruce offered, and Marinette couldn’t help but smile. 

“Trying to get us to move in quicker?” She teases. 

“I just- I worry about you. Both of you.” He says, his voice serious. 

“I know, love. I just- the wards on the closet-” She starts, but Bruce cuts her off. 

“About that-” He starts. “I actually asked Constantine to add some wards to the Manor.” He says. Marinette blinks in shock. Bruce, who was notorious for not accepting help, had reached out to someone he wasn’t a huge fan of. 

“What?” Marinette asks, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“He told me once that he has more enemies than I do. Enemies that aren’t deterred by the security I already have on the Manor. I thought…I needed to make sure that you and Ella would be safe. Constantine agreed, obviously.” He explains. Marinette feels warmth flood her chest. 

“I love you.” She says, grinning softly, and she’s almost able to tune out the sounds of the fight outside of the small closet. Obviously life wasn’t going to be easy. She’d known that from the moment she saw the two lines on the test. But she knew it would all work out in the end. 

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[anjuschiffer]

Of Forgotten Memories and A Beloved Mother

...So this was only suppose to me a oneshot but has turned into a short mulitchapter fic... enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Dami's Whale

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They had warned him several times to never lower his guard. Never. 

To never underestimate his opponents. 

And yet he did, causing this current dilemma.

“Give it back!” Damian yelled, running after a howling Jason, Damian chasing him with a Nerf gun in his hand. 

“I’m so glad it’s only a Nerf gun in your hand!”

“You’re lucky Dad doesn’t- Dad!” Damian yelled upon seeing their father enter the foyer, scowling at the fact that he just missed a shot. “Dad! Jason won’t give me back my sketchbook!”

“Jason.” Bruce tried to say sternly but failed when a smile escaped him. He had come back from work, Alfred walking off with his coat in hand and wasn’t expecting to hear Damian call him Dad shortly after entering the manor. After all, he was always calling him Father up until a few weeks ago. “Give Damian back his sketchbook.”

“I say you look at it. You should really be getting him better materials for his drawings instead of whatever office supplies you keep getting him.” Jason suggested as he gave back Damian his sketchbook. “Like seriously, whatever you’re getting him keeps drying up the day he opens it.

So I asked an artist buddy of mine to give me some suggestions.” Both stifled a smile when Damian’s scowl softened upon hearing the words ‘art store.’ “He highly suggested Holbein gouache or Winstor and Newton acrylics for someone who paints.” Jason said with an innocent smile.

The boys watched as Bruce gave it some thought.

“I’ll ask Alfred to look into it and we’ll take Damian to pick out whatever he wants.” 

“We’re going to an art store?” Damian asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Can I get whatever I want?”

“He’d buy the whole store while you’re at it.” Jason instigated, watching Damian stare at his sketchbook.

“Dad, we have to go. Now.” Damian practically begged, lifting his sketchbook to his father’s face. “I’ve been meaning to turn more of my sketches into portraits to put around the manor.” 

“Excellent idea, Master Damian.” Alfred spoke, returning from the coat room. “The manor can surely use a more modern touch to its decor. Your paintings will add a nice touch of color to this dreary place.”

“Alfred.” Bruce tried to admonish but was met with an unfazed look from the man.

“I’ll make sure to leave a list of some nearby art stores on your desk. If you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to prepare.”

-

Calls. Bruce forgot how much he hated them. But this one was an exception.

Bruce was already halfway through settling the conditions he had set down for the art store he had planned to take Damian that weekend when the boy himself hung up the call.

Bruce watched as Damian lifted his finger from the switch hook, his eyes not once looking away from Bruce’s. Bruce listened as the dial tone droned in his ear.

“Damian. I was in the middle of finalizing the trip to the-”

“I know.”

“So why-”

“Can’t we just enter like any other customer?”

“But you’re not any other-”

“Can’t we just go? I don’t care if people see us go in just like that. You’re my dad and- people should accept the fact that you’re my dad. And just like any other dad, you’re spending quality time with his kid- me. Is that too much?”

And with that mini speech, Bruce agreed to just walking into the art store that weekend, doing his best to ignore the glances he and his son would get every now and then. 

Bruce had his share of following people around a store and trying to understand their enthusiasm regarding products. He would smile and give them nods of approval and sweet words of encouragement as they would ask him questions about items he could care less about. 

But unlike the various times he had to follow a woman around a jewelry store, Bruce found himself intrigued and actually invested in the conversation between Damian and the store employee who greeted them upon their arrival.

It didn’t take long for Bruce to completely ignore the stares and whispers that surrounded the two.

Heck, he was too busy absorbing every piece of information the store employee gave them, he didn‘t realize they had already been in the store for two whole hours.

He listened as the employee would ask Damian what media he was looking for and what type of project he was working on. 

They discussed different types of media, the types of paint and texture each variety would give him. How oil paint would give him the texture he wanted in this project but if he was on a short deadline, it would not be recommended to use.

Damian would then go on a lengthy discussion on how he didn’t have a deadline and would much rather use oil paint opposed to acrylic due to the tones he needed for this piece, considering he needed a paint that had a longer drying time frame. He also had to consider that he wasn’t set on all the colors of his painting and had found mixing oil paints was easier for him compared to acrylic paint. 

Bruce couldn’t forget the face the employee made upon hearing that.

Wrapping up the media choice, they moved on to canvases, something called gesso, as well as thinning and thickening agents for the paints. They then spent another hour at the brush aisle, Damian carefully selecting at least 20 different brushes before they made their way to the register to pay. 

Luckily there was no one in line and the employee who had helped them already placed most of their items into several canvas bags. Paints, carefully wrapped brushes, bottles of unrecalled liquids, palettes and containers peaked from them. When Bruce was told the whopping total of 700 and something he had to pay, Bruce just handed over his card. 

‘Pocket change,’ was all Bruce could think of when he heard the price.

As they waited for the employee to finish the transaction, Bruce realized it was already three in the afternoon. He turned to Damian to ask him what he wanted to do afterwards.

Maybe he was hungry. They had skipped lunch after all.

“Damian, what do you think about going to- Damian?” Bruce called out when he realized Damian wasn’t by his side, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

He was starting to notice the edges of his vision fuzz as he scanned the area near the counter. 

Empty, save for a single person who just realized Bruce was standing right in front of them.

“Damian?” He called out again, apologizing to the staff and letting them know he was coming back as he found himself picking up a jog as he searched the store for his son. 

“Damian.” But no response. “Damian.”

“Damian!” His chest felt heavier with each aisle he found void of his kid, his eyes darting all around as he passed by yet another aisle with no Damian in sight. 

“Damian!” He called out once again, when he came to a halt when his eyes caught sight of Damian standing near a gallery tucked in the back of the store. “Damian!” Bruce scolded as he turned the boy around to face him. “What are you-”

“She made that.” Damian cut him off, turning back to look at the wall behind him, Bruce only then realizing that the gallery was a collection of paintings. With a quick glance, he realized it was a collection of paintings put together by participants from one of the store’s events. 

A Mother’s Memories.

Each painting that hung on the wall portrayed one of the many memories that a mother who participated in the event cherished. 

Some mothers had painted their kids at a park, a family outing, visiting a farm or aquarium. Family time at home. Holidays. Birthdays.

Every painting had a child painted on the canvas, the children usually smiling back, except one.

There, on the upper most corner to the right, on a canvas no bigger than a sheet of paper was a painting of what appeared to be a bathtub filled halfway with water. A fluffy baby blue towel hung on its side, bubbles floating on the surface of the water. And there, right in the center was a lone blue whale. 

The tiny baby toy smiled right at them, as if having been waiting for them all this time.

Bruce looked back at Damian, noticing his son stuck in a trance. “She made that.” He said again, but louder this time around.

“She? Who are you referring to?” Bruce dared to ask.

“Momma did.” Damian easily answered, Bruce hearing his breath hitch. There was that name again.

Momma.

Ever since Dick told him about the day he found Damian talking about a person named Momma, he tried his best to coax an answer from Damian himself. But every time he tried to, all Damian could remember from her was the color of her eyes and her voice. 

“Talia?” Bruce asked, hoping it would jog up his memory a bit. 

Maybe this time, Damian could recover some information on the woman he once called ‘Momma.’

“No, Momma.” Damian clarified, his brows furrowed. “Mother never delved into the arts the way Momma did. She’s the one who taught me how to draw.”

“How did you figure out she was the one who made it?”

“The whale.” Damian pointed out, letting out a ‘tt’ when Bruce only stared back at him. “Momma made me that whale with her magic. There’s no other whale like that anywhere in the world.”

Bruce looked back at the whale, wondering how that exact whale didn’t look like any other baby toy on the market. “Momma even made sure to flawlessly replicate the Guardian’s Emblem at the top of the whale’s head.”

Guardian’s emblem? What was a Guardian?

“Emblem?”

“Don’t you see it?” Damian asked. “It’s right there.” Damian tried to point, but the longer Bruce stared at the whale, he couldn’t see what Damian was able to. “Dad, it’s-”

“Oh, I see you’ve taken a liking to one of my favorite pieces.” A voice spoke up, Bruce and Damian turning to see an old lady with a red ladybug cardigan. Her gray hair was short, two strands framed her wrinkly face, the curl ends reminding Damian on bug antennae. “Such a heartbreaking story that one has.” She said, tutting as she remembered the tale.  

“Heartbreaking?” Bruce asked. “Did something happen to the artist behind, um.”

“Dami’s Whale. That’s the piece’s name.

When I asked Marie why she chose to draw this piece, she told me that bath time was her baby’s favorite activity of the day.” The lady smiled when she saw Damian quickly look back at the painting.  “She told me she would do anything in the world to go back to those times, saying his squeals and laughter were all she needed to get through that part of her life.

When I asked her what she meant by that, she told me one thing.”

“What did she say?” Damian asked, returning his attention to the old lady. “What happened to her? To her baby?”

“They took him away from her.” The lady softly said, frowning. “She only loved him the way she was meant to love him. And they took her away from him.”

“They got separated?” Bruce tried to understand what the owner was trying to say.

“That I would not know. Shortly after finishing the piece, Marie suddenly got a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital.”

“The hospital?” Damian asked, his voice warbling. “Is she okay? Where can I find-“

“You seem to be familiar with Marie, young one.” The lady looked at Damian and then at Bruce. “Do the two of you know-”

“He has been searching for other family members ever since he recovered some of his memories from his childhood.” Bruce provided. “He used to live with his mother as an infant but then lived with his grandfather when his mother couldn’t provide for him anymore.” 

“Oh dear.”

“He was brought to me by social services once he passed away as I’m a family friend and someone his grandfather trusted” Bruce struggled to say as he half-lied to the owner. “Since then, Damian has been searching for his only other living relative.

Somehow, this painting of Marie’s seems to be a clue to finding his mother.”

“I see.” The old lady softly said, patting Damian’s head. “You must’ve really loved your mother, didn’t you, little one?”

“I had a whale like that as a kid.” Damian spoke to divert himself from the commentary of being seen as a child. “I want to ask Marie some questions regarding it…if she can.”

The old lady hummed  

“Marie did tell me only a few people would be able to tell that the whale would attract some attention.”

“A few?”

“She told me to be wary of those who ask about her upon seeing that painting. But, she did tell me to do one thing if a young boy were to ever ask about her location.” 

The lady took an envelope out of her pocket and handed it over to Damian, an oddly designed wax stamp sealed on it. “Do you recognize this?”

“It is a Guardian's Emblem.” Damian answered in a whisper. “It looks just like the one on-“ he looked up to tell the old lady it looked like the one on the whale only to find her gone. 

“Where did she go?” Bruce asked, wondering what the hell happened. 

Weren’t they just in front of a gallery? 

How did they manage to be standing outside the store with bags of art supplies in hand?

Bruce turned to Damian who still held the envelope in his hands. 

Damian ran his finger over the wax stamp before deciding to open it, finding a photo of the same exact painting that was inside the store. Only, this time, he was also in the photo. 

Or rather, his baby self was in the photo. 

He looked so small. So fat. 

He turned it over, feeling a weight lift off his shoulder. 

You’ll find her at Gotham General Hospital. Best of luck, Damian. 

-Tikki

NEXT

[fanbliss]

So Marinette moves to Gotham for ( insert reason) and a few weeks later finds a kid with blue eyes and black hair in her studio/ apartment sitting on the counter with a half empty cookie jar and a cookie in his mouth looks like a deer cought in headlights one night, the night that she was finally sent to sleep by Tikki because she's been awake for four days and just walks over to the kid and puts him on her lap and falls asleep on the couch.

[liquid-luck-00]

Finding Family 5

Finale

Ao3 *** Part 1 *** Part 2 *** Part 3 *** Part 4 *** Finale

Did it take me forever to get around to finishing this, yes!

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The moment Marinette opened a portal they understood the question a lot better. One second they were standing in an extra room in the mansion far away from the gala. The next, they are standing on a rooftop, in the early morning, and they can see the Eiffel tower. Meaning that he, Dick, and Tim are trying to figure out what’s going on.

"About time you guys got here Cerise, who are these three?" A young woman in black and gold was waiting on the roof top.

"Long story extremely short, Amber they the bats from Gotham and before you say anything, Hood works with them so we can trust them. They also have experience with the League." Marinette, Cerise, answered holding up a hand to stop the question before it was asked.

"Perfect, so Krait and Tatsuya were patrolling Notre Dame. And like always they were settled in one of the towers, but that's also when they saw the league go into the cathedral."

"Any idea what they want?" Red Hood asked.

"No Krait said he would be in contact soon, but it’s been a while."

"What do you mean when you say a while, how long are you talking about." Tim voiced, knowing that time is of the essence wherever the league is involved.

"Three minutes." Amber answered, causing the bats to stare back dumbfounded.

"He should’ve come back by now, and knowing Tatsuya, she would’ve charged." Cerise mused.

"Wait you’re worried about three minutes." Dick voiced the collective bafflement. "Thirty minutes would be cause for alarm not three."

"For a person who can rewind time three minutes is quite a long time without contact." Shadow, Damian, clarified while rolling his eyes, at the obvious information.

"Well, I have a plan." Cerise interjected before any of them, Amber specifically, could ask questions. "Shadow, Hood, Bats with me. Amber take Robin, Nightwing, and Saphirus to make a perimeter."

"You got it." Amber pulled his son's away along with Alfred, but this wasn't his City, so he had to trust her, if only for Jason.

---

They moved quickly and easily, as they moved through the city getting ever closer to the Cathedral. She has to assume it was a trap with how easy it was, but she and her little group made their way deeper in.

"The information saying the miraculous were active again is true it seems." The man speaking was at the end of the aisle. Eyes she's only met once before studied her. Eyes she hasn't forgotten, even years later.

"To what do we owe the displeasure of this meeting, Demon?" She quirked a brow under the mask, while her voice remained a stoic mask.

"I want you to take me to the Yīng Táo of the house of Cheng." Came his brief response, never once suspecting who he is speaking to.

"Why would I do that?" She asked never dropping her mask.

"She has stolen something of mine." When no one said anything he continued. "She has stolen the Prince of Shadows, my grandson, from me." Her mask finally slipped as she started laughing.

"Her sons are not, have never been, and never will be your property." With each tense she flicked up a finger to emphasize her point.

"He is my blood, my heir, my..." She didn't let him finish.

With a flick of her wrist, she threw an escrima stick at him. He easily dodged it but that wasn't it’s purpose. As it passed him it turned back into a yo-yo with the other end still in her hand. She caught him with it and throwing the second, ensnaring him even further in the magical cords. She moved forwards, her little Yīn Yǐng on her heels.

"The blood of the covent is thicker than the water of the womb." She heard her little one speak up beside her. Her expression softened knowing the courage it took him to speak back to his grandfather. If it wasn't for the man's next words she would have cooed.

"You insulant child!" The man spat, still tied on the floor. "You dare lecture me."

"That's enough from you." She sent an electric shock through the wires, so the man collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Not a second later various assassins fell from the rafters in various states of consciousness, paralysis, and some were even frozen.

"How many times, Krait?" She asked, already suspecting the answer.

"Just once." She could practically see Luka's grin through the mask. "I had to see that again."

"You had us worried!" Chloe pushed him off balance, a small laugh laced her voice.

"How do you feel Dal Sghaier?"

Jason knelt in front of his littlest brother.

"You and Mama, and the pack, and the kwamii are my family." By the end Damian's transformation fell as he hugged Jason tighter and tighter. At this point all three of them dropped their transformations and held each other on the floor of the cathedral.

They stayed like that until they heard the tell tale sounds of high heels on stone floors. Resulting in everyone turning to watch the new arrival.

"For the record I tried to stop him."

"And we could all tell you that would be a hopeless endeavor, Tahlia." She responded to the newest arrival, who stopped between the pack and the bats.

"I know." The woman came up to their little family. The bats looked ready for a fight. While the pack stood back, almost casually. "As your birth mother I can't say I approve. But..." Tahlia started, her expression softening as she spoke. "But as someone who wants the best for you. I know you found your place. Wouldn't you agree, Beloved?"

"I don’t see how my input would affect your decision." Bruce voiced; his two boys looked as if they were still waiting for the woman to attack them.

"I suppose it’s only logical." Tahlia said in response. "He however is our child."

Softer so that only Marinette could hear she whispered in her ear, so sincerely that Mari could finally smile since arriving in Paris. "Take care of them for me, both of them."

"Of course." She smiled at the woman but turned into a smirk. "Just tell your father if he ever tries to harm or touch any of my family. Bats over there won't ever find his body." The assassin smiled, chuckling at her response.

"I'll hold you to that." With that the woman took her leave, leaving several of them with more questions than answers. But also, two less demons in the room.

Mari quickly turned back into Cerise, and with Kaalki's help opened several portals to drop the assassins back in Nanda Parbat. And she then opened another door to the room where they had all left from in Wayne manor.

They were gone for maybe twenty minutes at the most, that however seemed to be more than enough time for the reporters to start their newest gossip on the tabloids.

Bruce Wayne’s mysterious meeting with designer Mira at gala, ended up being the trending headline the next day.

So did most believe they had a fling and now she was bringing in their child into it. They did. Because anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain cell can tell, Mira's child looks suspiciously a lot like Bruce Wayne. Did both she and Bruce try to explain it. Also yes, but that didn't go too well. The tabloids went on and on, so they also decided to roll with it for fun more than anything. Later speculation revealed their original explanation which was believed more by the people of Gotham. And that only re-enforced exactly why both of them prefer to stay out of that light.

---

A few months later he and Marinette we’re happily dating, sure it turns out her youngest ended up being his biological son. Was he still a bit paranoid and decided to do a DNA test. Yes. Did either of them judge him for it. No.

But now as he sits here watching all of his children on a lazy Sunday morning, he finally felt whole in a long time.

For the first time in a long time he was truly happy, and he knows it started a long time ago, when he first met that girl in a small village in Tibet. He would have never expected his life to turn out the way it did.

He never expected to become a vigilante.

Much less a father.

Or to even find someone he truly loved to call his own.

This is his life now, but he wouldn’t change anything, because this is the family that he found and built. It’s his, it might be little, majorly crazy, and broken ninety-nine percent of the time, but it’s his.

Family is not always just the one you are born into. But also, the ones you choose to stand by, protect, and love.

And he’s glad he found this one.

Fin

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[maribatz-2k]

Child Of Mine

09/20/2023

Chapter 17

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Two years later, Mari and Alix had moved to New Jersey to rebuild their lives. Alix applied for the art teacher position at the local schools and Marinette had opened a small store. The girls had found a dreary location of Gotham and sold their condo in London to a starting out family.

You’re probably wondering what would make the girls move to this location. Well my dear Watson, a dart to the globe did. Their home lays between the shady side and the abandoned side of the great city. If you’re wondering, the shady side is the rich smugs who flaunt money and don’t care for their city. What? Did you think we were talking about the side that has all the criminals who just want to tear up their city and take over like kings? Ha! That’s the abandoned side.

See Mari and Alix did research on Gotham after their dart landed on this city. They learned about the “Amazing” Batman and his fledglings, the villains of misfits, and the rich and poor communities. Since the loss and found of their sons, Mari and Alix decided they wanted to be helpful towards the wandering children of Gotham. Alix teaches the kids in the art studio she and Mari bought when Alix is not working at the school. Marinette makes sure they are fed and clothed, with maybe some medical assistances.

Marinette was working with a client when Alix walked in with a paper bag, two to-go cups of coffee, and a slim briefcase. Mari had to hold back her chuckle watching her wife stumble over the furniture to reach the desk to unload her supply. Her wife’s once proper bun was scattered and frizzed as if she had been pulling at it all day.

“I think its time to cut your hair short again. You look like Ms. Frizzle.” Mari comments winning a chuckle the tall male.

“If those rich brats tell me free form is not art one more time and we will continue to have problems.” Alix responds, placing the bags and drinks down on the entertainment table, fixes her hair, and walkover circling the client. “Oh wow, when is the big day?”

 “The gala is in two weeks, and I plan to propose to my girlfriend.” The client was a tall, strapping young man, crisp straight black hair that didn’t pass his ears unless untamed. He stood there trying to not be pricked by the seamstress as he shifted to look at the red head that entered the building.

“I’m thankful I had a suit already prepared so I didn’t have to do it all from scratch. And in short amount of time.” Marinette looked up with a smile as she gave a small giggle.

“Why ordering a suit so close to the timeline?” Alix asks as she sits down on the sofa with her coffee and watches. The young man looks down as he answers.

“My brothers thought they would be funny and use my best suit for a joke. I’m still amazed they were able to do it. But it cost me my only good suit.” The man looked grim at the memory again. He was getting a whole new suit thanks to his brothers pranks. They had taken his suit and put it on the cow and painted superman’s insignia on her chest. His youngest brother was really pissed that they did that to his cow and ended up shredding the suit up to get it off. Alix fell back laughing at response then covered her mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Reminds me of me and my friends growing up pulling some dumb stuff like that. Mari shook her head then stood up.

“You guys were horrible with your pranks. Alright Dick, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” She addresses the man then steps back to watch him examine his new suit. He moved around freely then twisted, feeling no rubbing or tightness anywhere.

“This feels good. Thank you.” He gives her the most shiniest smile that could surpass Adrien’s.

“No problem. Go ahead and change out of them and ill have ready the day of the gala so you don’t have to worry about further damages. If you want, we can even bring it to your door.” Marinette offered. He gave another smile then went to the dressing area. Alix smiled as her wife turned to her and gave her own distressed smile. She offered Mari her cup of coffee and pastry from the bag. Gratefully she accepted then sat down with Alix and nibbled.

“What would I do without you.” She retorted.

“Absolutely die. Not even Chloe could revive you.”

“No, but she would try. Dr. Bourgeois is now top 20 in general doctor in France. She would definitely try.” Alix laughs holding her stomach. It was a shock to everyone when Chloe announced that she was approved to Med School in London after école secondaire. But she continues to prove everyone wrong.

“I think I saw she was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas with Adrien. Think the blondes can handle this dark life?” Alix asked earning another shudder and giggles from Mari. Dick steps out from the dressing room, dressed back in his jeans and button up blue and black plaid shirt, the full suit draped on his arms.

“You sure you can bring to my apartment the day of the gala? I hate to be a bother.” His concern showing in his tone despite his smile.

“Yes monsieur, it will be fine. Besides you’re paying full price for a premade suit. I hate to see the money go to waste.” Marinette says with a smile of her own. Standing she walks over and takes the suit from him, then place it on a hanger and hang it up on a rolling hanging line. “Now, go home and spend time with your family. I must close up.” He gave her another smile then runs out of the door. She didn’t need to lock up yet it was only after 17:00 after all, but she had mini-clienteles coming in and she didn’t want anyone to scare them off.

Taps on the back door sprung a smile on Mari’s lips as she ran to it. Quickly she opened the door and ushered the children in. It was only a small handful this time round.

“Quickly now. I have three bathrooms available if you all need ‘em, all on second floor and one down here. Feel free to shower if you desire. You’ll find fresh clean clothes sitting on hangers in the bathroom closets. I hope they are the right sizes. I will be in the front.” Mari turned away letting the kids get their space then headed back to the lobby. She had the blinds draped half – way up, just to allow sunlight to still enter, and double check to lock the door. Finally, a set of kids walk in the lobby with her and Alix.  It was three girls and two young strapping young boys.

“Oh my goodness you all look so cute! I’m glad they fit.” Marinette squeals happily. The youngest girls smile brightly, the oldest gave a curt nod. The boys just blush and scowl. “Oh, I’m sorry. You two look very handsome in your clothes.” This earned two happy smiles. Alix chuckles watching them all. Marinette crouched down to their level and adjusted the kids clothes accordingly, allowing room to grow and be able to still move around without contrition should they have to run away from strangers.

“Did you place your clothes in the hamper so I can wash them tonight?” All five of them nodded their heads. Mari smiles and stands back up, heading over to Alix to grab a couple of back packs. “Here, there are more clothes in here for you all. You are welcome to share them with others, but they are closer to your sizes. If you need more or just want to hang out, you are always welcome here.” Alix smiles as she hands the boys their bags.

“I even snuck in a couple of Mari’s famous homemade snacks.” She gave a wink as the woman gave a mock gasp of disbelief. The children giggle, even the oldest girl gave a mischievous smile. Closing the blinds completely, the girls walked the children out the back and to their “respective” homes. The couple stuck to the shadows watching them leave their sides, then headed out of the alleys to the main road to head home. Not aware of the time, the two decided to stop somewhere to pick up food. Thankfully, there was always the Tai place that remained open until midnight.

“Think we’ll run into him tonight?” Alix whispered to Mari on the way home holding their food bags. Mari shrugs holding Alix’s arm as they walked to their condo. Well aware it was time for patrol, the girls kept their eyes to the road avoiding to look around for the night crew.

The day of the gala couldn’t have come soon enough. Marinette was dressed as in her red pant suit and blazer featuring a white blouse ruffle down the front. Her hair was tied up in a tight professional bun pinned together by pearl barrettes and bobby pins. Sporting a pair of black kitten heels while Alix sported standard black slacks and a blue blouse, hair freshly cut to her old sporty, pixie style, and tennis shoes.

“Really?”

“What? You said dress business casual. Tennis shoes is the best casual.” Alix smiles innocently. Mari just shakes her head and smiles. They grab the dressing bag and head out the door to the addressed location. Luck was on their side, out of all the taxi cabs that never cross their living area, one comes by. They hailed it down then pass the address to the young man behind the wheel. The cab stopped in front of a rich apartment complex a couple blocks away from Wayne Enterprise. Alix hopped to main door, looked through the rows of name tags then pressed the button. The intercom let out a buzzing noise, then the door unlocked to let the girls in.

After three flights of stairs, they reach the apartment door greeted by loud shouts on the other side of the door. Fighting instinct, Marinette knocks on the door then tried to wiggle to doorknob finding it unlocked. They pushed the door open coming face to face with Dick wrestling with someone in his underwear. Alix let out a wolf call making the two men freeze in their spot and look up.

“Are we interrupting something?” Marinette asks. Dick quickly pushes against the other man to stand up.

“No, no. My brother just decided he needed to be an Ass.” Dick says turning his glare at the man below him.

“In your whitey tighties?” Alix smirks, raising a brow at the man. Dick’s face burns red. He leans over and grabs the blanket off the back of his sofa and wrap it around his waist.

“I-is that my suit?” He cleared his throat as he tried to speak. Alix and Mari laugh for his change of subject before handing the dress bag to him. Dick left the room to put it on, leaving the two with his so-called brother. The brother sat up on the floor and stared at the Alix and Marinette curiously.

“So, are you two going to just stay here until he pays you or are you looking for something else?” He asks clearly insinuating something inappropriate. Before Alix could say anything, Dick returned dressed dashing in the new black and white suit, with a tinge of blue that shined based on the lighting.

“Don’t you look sexy. If Kor’i doesn’t say ‘Yes’ I will.”

“Thanks Jason, but you’re not my type.” Dick says. “Thank you ladies. I’ll let you know what happens. Will need to commission you for future functions.” Marinette smiled widely.

“Always welcome to have the clients. Enjoy your gala.” They walk out and head back to the elevator when Jason ran up to them.

“Hey wait! I wanted to apologize.” Jason stops next to them, rubbing the back of his neck. Mari examined the young man, something about him feeling familiar to her. He stood a foot and a half taller than her in heels. White tuff of hair twirled in the front, body as brawny and muscular as her papa’s if she had anyone to compare to. His eyes held a bright blue hue to it but something about his eyes, something more, intriguing was drawing her in.  

“Not a worry at all. Mari and I are use to mischief behavior all the time.” Alix gives him a wink then elbowed her wife, returning her back to earth. Before Marinette can say anything further, the elevator arrived and opened. “Our ride is here. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Alix drags the blunette into the machine and pushes the first floor. Mari just blinks and waves at the man hearing him just before the door closes.

“Another time.”

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Stomach Bug Masterlist

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 64,779

Summary: Marinette and Damian try to keep their relationship secret from their two families but that all goes up in smoke when Marinette comes down with a stomach bug. Marinette is panicking, Harley and Ivy are supportive, Damian is happy, the batfam is insane.

NOTICE!!!

This series has been discontinued in it’s current form! I loved writing this but I am not happy with the quality of the work and as such I have chosen to not continue this version of it. I am working on a rewrite and will post the chapters once I am finished! If you want to be added to the tag list just let me know I will be posting both on here and on Ao3 but it will be a long while before I post anything as I want to have a decent chunk of the story done before I begin posting.

Chapters under the cut

One: Morning Sickness

Two: Dinner Announcement

Three: Future Plans

Four: Afternoon Date

Five: Late Night Sewing

Six: Faming Bonding: Dick

Seven: Family Bonding: Jason

Eight: Family Bonding: Bruce

Nine: Family Bonding: Alfred

Ten: Doctor’s Visit 

Eleven: Family Shenanigan’s 

Twelve: Home for the Holidays 

Thirteen: Memory Lane 

Fourteen: Girl’s Day 

Fifteen: Christmas Day 

Sixteen: New Year 

Seventeen: First Sound 

Eighteen: First Movement 

Nineteen: Boy’s Day 

Twenty: The Winning Class 

Twenty-One: Ground Rules 

Twenty-Two: Jet Lag 

Twenty-Three: Old Friend 

Twenty-Four: Baby Shower 

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Prompt:

When they turned 25 Kagami and Luka came back and at the four of them finally beat hawkmoth and travelled to the temple so they could protect the miraculous and Kwamis (when the temple was restored after feast all the objects came back but when the guardians came back they rapidly aged so Marinette now had a secret magically fortified temple filled with a bunch of mini gods with only her and her three friends to restore it) at 30 Alix decided enough was enough and that Marinette gave up enough for the world and she deserved to be happy so Alix decided she will go back in time and save Marinette from being depressed and lonely.

She told the Kwamis what she wanted to do and they agreed so they went into the burrow with the Kwamis (only a few so that Marinette wouldn't get too suspicious) and looked at all the possible timelines and made various plans until they decided on one. Alix went back in time to when they were 17 and with Trixx she made herself look like a regular woman in her late twenties and sought out Ladybug and introduced herself as a descendant of a guardian that also escaped the temple being ruined and that she was currently living at the recently restored temple (in this Mari got the miraculous at 15 and became the guardian at around 16 and a half) and was taking care of the Kwamis there and offers to help her with the hawkmoth problem. Mari tentatively agrees and they are asked to help her defeat hawkmoth.

When they win, older Alix teleports them with Kaalki to the temple and teaches them everything that they learned themselves and tells her about the imbalances in the world and the lost Miraculous scattered around the world. At 24 Mari leaves the others to go about their lives and guard the temple while she travels. On her travels she destroys the pits and steals/saves Jason, Damian and a clone that she found(Heretic) that were there because they hadn't left yet. So she heals Jason of the pit madness and now she has three kids, a 17 year old and a pair of 7 year old twins. They travel, she maybe adopts others like Conner and they eventually get to gotham where she meets bruce and they either raise the kids together as friends or as a couple whichever you want.

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Rue - Chapter 2

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Marinette woke to the smell of eggs and toast and her girls chanting “eggies, eggies, eggies” and so on. She sat up rubbing her face, How was it morning already? At least she had gotten better at getting up, it wasn’t a fight with how tired she was anymore.

She let her feet set on the ground, she took a moment to stretch before getting up. The next thing she knew she was on the floor, she looked back at her feet. One of the blankets had wrapped around her right ankle, she huffed as she got back up. Just the luck, she thought as she unwrapped her ankle.

Sure she didn’t use the Ladybug earring’s powers anymore but she still wore them, so luck needed to balance out every once in a while. She had let Chat Noir keep the ring when she decided it would be easier as Guardian to continue wearing the earrings, but with the luck of the Ladybug, it would bring imbalance to the box and the outside world for long periods of time. Marinette didn’t want to wear the ring, the most powerful Miraculi on one person wouldn’t be wise. But now, that may have been a mistake.

If she’s right that is.

“There’s the bedbug,” the Créole woman teased her friend. Marinette smiled at her friend; they’ve had their rough patches but she stayed by her in the end. It taught them a lot, and it helped them grow individually. They came back stronger and closer.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Marinette sat at the counter. Nino slid her a plate with a sympathetic smile, “You still only like scrambled right?”

Marinette squeezed Nino’s hand with a chuckle, “Not much changes about me if you haven’t noticed.” Nino laughed along in agreement as he stole some of Alya’s toast.

“Hey, that’s mine! You already have some,” Alya waved the spatula at her husband trying to smack his hand with it. Nino had come away with both pieces of toast, “I am the Toast King, I must have all the toast!”

Hugo and Emma giggled, Nino ripped the toast to make himself fangs. He stuffed the “fangs” in his mouth and turned to the twins, mouth wide, “Give me your toast! RAHHHH!” Hugo kept giggling as she tried to eat. Emma used her arms to make an ‘X’ and held her head high, “No, you don’t get my toast, it’s mine. Take Hues!”

Before Hugo could save her toast, Emma took it and tossed it at Nino.

“Emma!” Hugo whined as her jelly-covered bread flew to Nino. The toast hit Nino’s shirt with an appropriate ‘splat’. Marinette stuck her face in her hands. Nino pealed the toast off his shirt and set it on his plate, “I’ll, just uh change my shirt now.”

Nino awkwardly excused himself, Alya sighed and put some more toast in the toaster.

Marinette looked up at Emma biting her cheek, “Emma what have we talked about?”

“Not to throw food,” Emma paused and then looked back up at her mom. “At people, don’t throw food at people.”

“And?” Marinette extended the word trying to make the scolding a little more lighthearted.

“And don’t take Hugo’s food,” Emma resided.

“And you still took my food,” Hugo stabbed her egg. The yolk poured out slowly while she glared at Emma. Emma blanched in disgust at the slimy goop sliding out, “Eewww.”

Ayla scraped some more scrambled eggs onto Emma’s plate before they had another accident. Marinette sent Alya a thankful smile, “So wha-”

Alya was cut off by Chloé bursting through her apartment door, “Is she up yet, or is she still lazying around.”

Alya rubbed the bridge of her nose while Marinette giggled lightly, “I’m up Chlo.”

“Good, now I am appointing myself as your lawyer. He isn’t getting a penny from you let alone the girls. I propose we get ahead start, Alya will testify for you, and possibly could get old classmates. I know you don’t want a war but I can’t promise we won’t have one-” Chloé was going to continue but Marinette wasn’t gonna hear.

“Chloé.” She frowned at her friend, she sighed after a moment. “I appreciate it but I don’t want to take him the court. That’s the last thing I want. Also, I don’t want them to hear.”

She nodded her head in Hugo and Emma’s direction. Chloé huffed but respected her decision.

“Sorry about Chloé,” Zoé was trying to catch her breath at the door. “You know how she gets. Holy”-gasping-”I forgot how fast she is when in heels.”

“Āyí Zoé,” Emma jumped out of her chair and ran to the door.

“Hey Ems, just give Auntie a moment to catch her breath.” Zoé shut the front door, making Alya happier, and sat down on the couch. “I still can’t believe how quick you are.”

“You really expect me to be anything but exceptional?” Chloé raised an eyebrow at her sister, and a subtle smirk to go with. Zoé rolled her eyes before turning back to the dark-haired girl, “Shouldn’t you finish eating?”

“But I want to talk to you Āyí,” Emma extended the ‘u’ and ‘ee’ sounds on the last words.

“How about I join you in a moment,” Zoé said. Emma frowned but went back to the chairs, climbing up onto hers. Marinette got up to help her daughter up the tall chair. Emma said a thank you before going back to eating. Marinette kissed the top of her daughter’s head before sitting back in the chair she had been occupying.

Alya asked the young women if they wanted anything to drink or eat. Zoé declined politely while Chloé accepted requesting a cold Sprite, a snobby attitude along with it. As much as Chloé had grown there were a few habits she hadn’t lost, or just ones slipped back into.

Nino came out and greeted the sisters, exchanging pleasureties, then Zoé followed him to join him and the dark-haired girls at the counter island. Zoé encouraged Emma to finish her food while also trying to put input into Nino and Marinette’s conversation. Alya after putting aside the cookware joined Chloé on the couch to talk.

“Hey B.” Alya had a semi-flop onto the cushion. Chloé turned away from her phone to face her friend, funny how they couldn’t stand each other when they had met but look at them now. Prepared to trust each other at the vaguest of messages. They weren’t best friends like Alya was with Marinette and they butted heads from hell and back but they had a silent connection of trust and support.

“What’s on your mind Césaire,” Chloé raised her eyebrow for what could have been the hundredth time that week.

“It just doesn’t make sense. No matter how many ways I spin it in my head. It’s so…so out of character for him, like that’s not who he is. You agree with me on this right?” Alya frowned to herself while looking at Chloé with pleading eyes. It just didn’t add up, this wasn’t Adrien. Even if he had changed, people do change-look at Chloé! She had grown and now she thrived, yeah she still had a bit of a tude but she wasn’t the same spoiled brat her parents had made her.

“I don’t disagree, but his father was Hawkmoth. That must have struck some sort of nerve, it must have affected him more than we thought.” Chloé took a drink of her beverage, and kept scrolling through her phone.

“That’s a possibility, but that was nine-ten years ago. And he loves Marinette, he loved her so much. Where…where did it stop?” She had turned to look at her best friend who was smiling at Hugo and Nino while resting a hand on Emma’s head. Zoé said something that made them all laugh, Alya couldn’t help but let a smile of her own form at seeing them all.

“I don’t think it stopped necessarily, you should know just as much as us just how good Lila is. You didn’t think twice about what she said, it was like you became a Zombiezouie. You tried to kiss people cause it felt like the right thing to do even though you didn’t want to. That’s what you said.” Chloé finally turned off her phone and turned to Alya narrowing her eyes at her. “Adrien may have admitted to knowing she was lying and not saying anything but that doesn’t mean she didn’t get better at what she does. And if your theory is right, then she can get stronger. She could get stronger to the point where Adrien is under her influence.”

Alya laid her head back, Chloé had a point. If Lila was a metahuman then that didn’t mean she couldn’t get stronger. It only became easier to resist when protective magic warded things like outside influences. Alya sighed and looked back up to Chloé, “But what makes her stronger is what I wanna know. She was already strong enough to fool almost an entire school and then some. What is she capable of now?”

“Doesn’t matter she will be ridiculous compared to us, like always,” Chloé smirked as she glanced over at her precious hive. They were going to get to the bottom of this, and then they would win just like they always did. When Chloé turned back to her friend she found her smiling at her, “Uck what are you staring at Césaire?”

Alya let out an airy laugh, “How do you do that? You’re almost better than Mar.”

“You need to specify Césaire.”

“Your mini inspirational speeches, yours are much shorter than hers. Yeah, longer than what you just said sure but you’re always so confident we’ll win or complete our task.” Alya motioned at her. Chloé rolled her eyes and stated again, “You expect me to be anything but exceptional Césaire?”

“I suppose not,” Alya shook her head as Hugo came running over to them. Hugo stood in front of them with her wide round eyes, “Āyímen?”

“Yes?” Both women said in unison, Hugo giggled to herself for a moment. “Can you help me with my story? Maman is trying to get Emma to finish eating, Emma doesn’t like to do it with me anyway.” Hugo twisted the bottom of her shirt so much that some of her tummy showed.

Chloé gave a “sure” while Alya gave an excited “yes, of course!” Alya loved Hugo’s early interest in reading and writing. Hugo loved it when they helped her, Alya letting her be as creative as she wanted to be and Chloé asking questions that made Hugo change parts that made more sense to her. Sure sometimes Chloé didn’t understand a single thing but her questions helped Hugo decide what made more sense for her young five-year-old brain.

“So what’s this story about?” Chloé asked as Alya got her computer out and handed Hugo paper.

Hugo turned to them with a bright smile and a glint in her eye, “An evil witch and queen sorceress! The witch uses her power to make things go her way, and she wants to be a queen too- wait now an emper-empor-ugh.”

“Empress?” Alya filled in as she made a document in her folder named “Blueberry Tales”. Chloé always saw it only as fitting.

Hugo sat up and flailed her right hand at Alya, “Yes!” she exclaimed and extended her ‘s’. “And so she makes the King, the sorceress’s husband, think things and so the Queen sorceress must go to a more dangerous land to find answers and, and help!”

Funny, Chloé thought to herself, “So what happens when she gets to this “dangerous land”?”

“She falls in love with who is to be the next King of that land!” Hugo jumped up and cried it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Is that so?” Alya laughed as she typed this because Hugo wasn’t even trying to write it right now.

“Yeah, and, and he falls in love too!”

“Okay but what about her husband?” Chloé asked, raising an eyebrow at the young girl.

“The evil witch ruined their love!” Hugo let a quiet “duh” at Chloé. Emma ran over to her, “Hue we’re going to zǔfùmǔ de fángzi! Come on!”

Hugo immediately abandoned her writers' table to run after her twin, “We’re really going to zǔfùmǔ' house?”

“Yes we’re going to even gonna eat some nummies,” Marinette said following them to the guest room.

Alya turned back to Chloé, “I forgot what those words mean.”

“They’re going to Tom and Sabine’s, remember zǔfùmǔ means grandparents.” Chloé gave Alya a “seriously” look.

“Girl I’m not a lawyer that speaks like a million different languages,” Alya said as she closed her computer. Nino came up and put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, “It’s alright babe, not everyone has the time to.”

Chloé rolled her eyes at them, “You two are disgusting, utterly disgusting.”

“But who’s the more disgusting couple, us or Zoé and Jo?” Nino asked sarcastically.

“We aren’t disgusting! We’re affectionate!” Zoé protested.

“Equally,” Chloé retorted loud enough for her sister to hear. Zoé ran over and flopped on her sister’s lap making the older blond screech, “Get off me!”

“Not unless you say Alya and Nino are more disgusting!” Emma came running out and jump on top of Zoé. Zoé groaned at the new weight on her. It could be heard from the other room, “Emma get back in here- Hugo! Where are your socks?”

Emma giggled and hugged the little lump on her chest, Nino laughed as Chloé threatened to shove Zoé off of her after Emma got off her. Alya gave Nino a light wack on arm before leaving his grasp. Alya picked Emma up by her ankles and the girl squealed, a thump could be heard after Alya walked away with the little girl.

“I might know where her socks went,” Emma giggled at Alya’s words. Marinette sighed as she retrieved the socks from her younger daughter’s shirt. She wiggled the young girl’s nose between her fingers and puffed out her cheeks at her, a loud joyous giggle escaped Emma.

“Mommy my socks,” Hugo frowned at not having her socks. Marinette came over, “I got them right here, don’t worry.”

“I wanna do it myself!” Hugo said, Marinette handed the socks to her. Emma ran over and grabbed her socks, “I wanna put them on myself too!” Marinette helped Emma back on the bed and sat between them in case either of them decided it was “too hard”.

This time it wasn’t, they both did it without giving up this time. It pulled at Marinette’s stomach and felt like a knife was being twisted in her chest simultaneously. She pulled them in and gave kisses on their heads as they protested and laughed, “Maman!”

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Now let's go to the bakery.” Marinette picked up their bag and brought the girls with her. Alya followed the dark-haired trio out of the room to the door of the apartment, “You want one of us to go with you?”

“No it’s fine, I’m just going to talk to my parents and see if they can keep them for a bit. It’s summer and school doesn't start again for another two months. They should still have fun regardless of what’s going on, also my parents adore them, it shouldn’t be too hard even if I told them the truth.” Marinette explained and Emma started bouncing while tugging at the young woman’s arm. “Maman,” she whined. “I wanna go to zǔfùmǔ de fángzi now!”

“We’re going in a moment Ems,” Marinette squeezed her daughter’s hand. Alya leaned against the door frame with concerned eyes and a small frown, “I think one of us should be with you.”

“Als when haven’t I been able to handle myself?” Marinette raised her eyebrows at her best friend in challenge. Alya raised her eyebrows in response to her. “Okay okay, but it’s fine!”

“If you say so Mars, but please don’t keep it all to yourself. The weight of the world isn’t simply yours to bear, and this counts,” Alya poked Marinette’s chest. “Let us in Marinette.”

Marinette opened her mouth to give a response but was interrupted by Hugo saying she needed to go potty and running off, “Emma you go potty too.” Emma huffed but went toward the restroom. Marinette turned back up to her friends looking at her, she smiled at them. “Don’t worry guys, I know when to ask for help. You know that don’t you?”

“Yes they do Marinette but they just worry, we have the right to,” Zoé said stepping forward. “We care about you Marinette, and we don’t want to see any of you get hurt because of this Lila situation.”

“It’s more than just a situation,” Chloé snarked at her.

“Well I don’t know everything that goes on, now do I Chloé?” Zoé turned to look down at her sister. Chloé simply waved her off in annoyance, “You don’t get to know every secret dear sister.”

Zoé frowned but Marinette smiled softly at them, she felt almost full of warmth. Almost full.

Emma and Hugo ran up to their mom with big smiles, Emma grabbed Marinette’s hand and started tugging. “Come on Maman, let’s go!”

“Let’s say goodbye first Emma,” Marinette said. “Bye! Now let’s go!” Emma tugged again, Marinette frowned and turned Emma around, “Say goodbye the proper way.”

“Thank you for having us, see you later Āyímen and Dàyé,” Emma said to them. “That’s better,” Marinette said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Bye, see again,” Hugo waved at them with a small smile.

There was a chorus of goodbyes, I love yous, and promises to see each other again soon. Marinette left with the girls leaving the quartet in the living room area. All of them having similar masks of worry fall on each. Chloé looked down her empty can before ending the silence, “Alya where the hell is your garbage can? You have the most ridiculous arrangement in this apartment.”

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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.)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Ummi I can Fly

by Lolli_EE Damian has always been Damian Al Ghul Wayne... right? One day when he gets hurt on patrol, he falls unconscious and remembers everything. From his happy childhood to his mother. Oh, his mother, his Ummi, his maman. How he loved her, and how she loved him. If only it had lasted. Words: 1553, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Maribat Stories! Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Other Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Talia al Ghul Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Bruce Wayne, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Additional Tags: Mominette, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, im sorry, no seriously im really sorry, don't know how to tag, MariBat, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Is So Done, talia is a bad parent, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent via https://ift.tt/DsGn4Jv

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

So, I know that you follow some miraculous AUs, and, lately, a new big project has started. It’s called @thehopesquadau . It’s an interesting story that sort of involves next-gen elements. It starts with a boy named Harry Indigo working on a corrupted lab. He hates life there, but accepts everything to keep on living. Eventually, though, he needs to scape, since this organization is planning on going after the miraculouses that were scattered by Ladybug years ago.

An important warning is that the events of The canon show happened a lot before the time of the show. Now, Harry, with the help of a new superhero team, needs to grab the miraculouses before the Lab. But there are some details that make the story more interesting, since Harry is Marinette’s son. Besides this, there is also Greek Mythology, new magical species, some DC elements and more!

Like @nobodyfamousposts ‘s Mominette AU, It’s different than typical Maribat, but, it’s worth it to give it a try.

Sounds interesting. Is Ladybug in this AU older or something?

Either way, I'll try to check it out.

[anjuschiffer]

Of Forgotten Memories and A Beloved Mother

Welp here's another entry for @official-timari-server's Shutterbug Station 2024!

Enjoy!

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Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

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Context:

Damian is recovering from memory loss after a mission having gone wrong. With his memories barely in tact and only remembering his family's names, Damian was placed into 24 hour surveillance and staying home until his memories returned…hopefully. While at home, Damian was encouraged to do whatever he felt comfortable in doing, drawing and painting being one of them. Out of nowhere, Damian started to remember something from a very long time ago.

Chapter 1: Momma's Lullaby | A03

“Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.”

Jason stopped half stride as he heard someone sing, ensuing him to figure out who it was. 

“Baby Beluga, baby Beluga,” Jason turned a hall, muttering in disbelief when the voice came from Damian’s room

“Is the water warm, is your mama home,” He couldn’t believe it…

“With you so happy?” It really was Damian singing, the boy lost in his painting as he slowly swiped his brush across the incomplete canvas in front of him.

In the few weeks that Damian was brought to them, Jason has never heard the boy sing. Hell, he never sang to begin with. So hearing him sing, nonetheless a song that seemed so familiar to the boy, Jason knew he had to get Dick.

Damian watched as the blue paint he dabbed onto the canvas started to morph into a small rubber whale, watching as his hands morphed into small chubby ones, holding onto said whale. He watched as he threw the whale just a few inches away from himself, laughing up a storm when he watched the whale barely sink upon hitting the water

His own squeals were soon accompanied by some distant giggling, Damian feeling his entire body lighten up upon hearing the familiar laugh, feeling the need to smile as he turned to look at the person next to him, her face resting on the edge of the bathtub. Large bluebell eyes smiled at him.

“Was that fun, Dami? Was it fun?” She asked him, Damian finding himself just squealing as she pinched his cheek. “Oh you’re just so cute! Let’s get you washed up, okay?” She tucked a strand of midnight hair behind her ear before she went to scrub his hair. 

“Way down yonder where the dolphins play,

Where you dive and splash all day,” She slowly rinsed the soap off, Damian watching the suds surround him.

“The waves roll in and the waves roll out,

See the water squirting out of your spout.” She brought his bath toys closer to him when Damian started to cry as he watched his beluga toy float away.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

Sing your little song, sing for all your friends,

We like to hear you.” She sang as she took him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him, kissing his nose as she took him to his room.

The room was dim, only a lamp lit the room, speckling the room with tiny stars of light. She laid him on the bed and quickly put him into a soft pair of pajamas so that he would remain warm.

“When its dark and your home and fed,

Curled up snug in your water bed,” She sang as she tucked him under some blankets and laid right beside him.

“Moon is shining and the stars are out,

Good night little whale good night.” She sang, Damian feeling his eyes turn heavy, his consciousness fighting the drowsiness that enveloped his body.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

With tomorrow's sun, another day's begun,

You'll soon be waking.” He found himself closing his eyes.

Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.

You're just a little white whale on the go.” Damian whispered as he opened his eyes, lifting his paintbrush away from the canvas, finally leaning back to look at the woman staring back at him. Or at least, he knew the face of a woman was looking at him, but try as he may, for the life of him, he just couldn’t-

“What do you have there, Dami?” Dick asked, Damian controlling his flinching from the sudden call. “Who’s that? Someone you know?”

Damian felt something stir in chest, because the longer he tried to stare at her face, he couldn’t see her face. He could only see, he could only recognize the bright shade of bluebell that he adored to see everyday. He loved her attention. Her hugs. He loved her voice and yet… “Damian. Is everything-”

“I don’t know.” Damian answered in the quietest voice Dick had ever heard him speak since he had known the kid. “I don’t know who she is.”

“Well for someone you don’t know…she’s very pretty.”

“She was.” Damian found himself saying, feeling his mind muddle. “She was very pretty…and her voice was pretty. She’d always sing me the same lullaby while tucking me in for bed.” Damian admitted.

“She tucked you into bed? When you were younger?” 

“I think…I’m not completely sure.” Damian looked at her face one last time, but like always, he could only see her eyes. 

Eyes that he wished he could see again.

What he would give to be able to see her again. “But I know one thing. 

I used to call her Momma.”

“Momma! Momma don’t go!” Damian yelled as Talia pulled him back, Damian watching as Momma was guided out the League’s compound, her luggage carried by two guards. “Momma!”

Damian watched as she stopped and said something to the guards. She turned around and simply smiled. “Momma?”

“Take care Dami. Grow up and find me, okay?” She smiled one last time before she turned around, Damian watched her disappear into the exit that led to the outside world he was forbidden to go into.

“MOMMA!”

NEXT

[fanbliss]

You called my mom

So get this. What if at some point Marinette becomes a god of balance and is Klarion's mama and you know how the league finds out?

When the league's in a fight with him and are loosing and Doctor Faith decided he's fed up with him and says some magic words causing Klarion to stop for a moment and look at him in shock because he'd never thought Faith would stoop so low. Magic shit starts happening and then a swarm of ladybugs and black cats start to come together and take shape of a person and then you see a humanoid female with four hands, peir of antennas wearing a red, black and green kimono, ladybugs glowing and surround her like Saturn rings and a black chaos energy.

She then looks around and makes contact with faith and then she makes eye contact with Klarion and he's like 'oh shit '.

[maribatz-2k]

Child Of Mine

03/12/2023

Chapter 12

First|Previous

“How did Mari talk to you? Did she know in one of the parallel time lines?” Adrien asked Alix confused. She shakes her head trying to figure out how to properly say it. “Then how?” Alix closed her eyes as she thought about the answer. Fluff, Tikki, Wayzz, and Plagg has come out and settled on her lap, Plagg moved to his previous holder’s shoulder.

“Marinette has been reaching us through the Miracle Box.” Wayzz says. “She has been practicing her Guardian connection with us before she was kidnapped. So she must have been working on the connection while she is where she is.”

“Then can we connect to her again?” Adrien asks, looking between the turtle Kwamii and Alix. Wayzz shakes his head.

“Unfortunately we lost contact with her around a year and now three months ago.” Wayzz says. Alix’s eyes dropped to her hands.

“Most of the time we talked it felt like it was just a dream. Wayzz was helping me meditate with Fluff when we did reach her. The last time I talked to her, had told me she was being treated with a mixture of a prisoner and a friend. But then suddenly she felt a pain and disappeared from my reach.” Alix says, twisting and pulling on her fingers. Adrien reached out and touched her hands, stopping her from hurting herself and give her a small smile.

“I see. Well, shall we try again? Together.” He says. Alix snapped her head up at him looking at him as if he had grown a second head. “If we can’t reach her together, then let’s go to the last place these people have been sighted.” Plagg and Tikki moved together and gave a big confident smile, agreeing with his words. Alix looked at Wayzz and Fluff seeing if they are against this, but they looked just as confident as the others.

“Alright.” Alix shifts motioning for Fluff to move and began to move the couch opening up an open space in the center of the living room to allow more meditation room. She clicked the TV off and offered a spot beside her as she placed the Miracle Box in the middle of them. Tikki and Wayzz sit on top of the box as Fluff and Plagg sit on the top of their holders’ heads. Everyone closes their eyes and focus on just Marinette.

Adrien and Alix walk out into a completely white room but has no walls keeping them in place. Adrien looks around confused about what is happening when Alix grabs his hand and leads him left of them just walking what would feel like hours. Sounds of steps can now be heard and a smell of Jasmine and snow fills the air around them. Adrien looks around confused but finds stepping stones are now underneath them. Curiously he looks forward again and squints seeing something moving around in the snow. Alix’s speeds up her walking, dragging him into a run.

“Mari!!” Alix yells, letting him go and bolts right for her. The body now closer than when they started stands up with a wide smile.

“Alix!” The red head slams her body into her girlfriend’s almost knocking them down into the snow. “God I missed you my love.” Mari hugs her tight taking in the mental smell her remembers Alix use to wear.

“You grew out your hair.” Mari states, moving her hands in the girls hair.

“Yeah, I year does that when you are more busy hunting down your girlfriend.” Alix raises a brow. Mari provides her “I’m innocent” look. “God, if you were real I would kiss you right now.”

“No please.” Adrien finally says standing there watching them. Marinette looks over letting out a gasp. “Yes, I’m here too my lady.” He gives her his famous silly smile and opened his arms for a hug. She squeezes out of her woman’s arms and run to him hugging him closely.

“How are you here too?” She murmured.

“Wayzz.” He says as if it said all. She nods then feels her physical body begin to pull.

“Merde, we don’t have time. Okay listen.” She runs through as much as she could. She gave them as much info of where she could be. Have them use Kalki to do it, and grab her. But not until she reaches them again claiming she has something important to bring back with her. Before she could say goodbye, Adrien and Alix returns back into the living room feeling exhausted and cold.

“Holy hell I’m cold now. Does that always happen?” He asks.

“No, but that does mean she is somewhere in high altitude.” Alix says, getting up and going to her look for her journal to record their meeting. Adrien wrapped a blanket around himself and walk up behind her seeing what she was doing only to catch a name.

“She’s with the League of Assassins?!”

Next

@laurcad123d123 @vixen-uchiha @iamablinkmarvelarmy @emimar7 @magic-miraculous @jayjayspixiepop @galla02006 @queenz-z @tazanna-blythe

[marauderundercover]

A Thousand Years ch. 17

AO3

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“Where do you think you’re going, Mister?” Marinette asks, raising an eyebrow as Damian creeps towards the door. He pauses, glancing between her and the door before sighing.

“I don’t understand why you have insisted on benching me.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“It’s cause pigtails is boring.” Plagg sings, cackling as she glares at him. The kwami had decided he liked Damian, and was rarely out of sight now that he was no longer a secret. While she loved how close the two had become, she didn’t love Plagg constantly encouraging Damian to choose the more chaotic option when possible. Plagg himself had awful impulse control, and he was trying to pass it on to Damian. The other kwamis were much calmer and still kept to themselves, not yet trusting Dick and Damian. While it hurt her, a little, that they didn’t trust two of the most important people in her life, it also helped her blood pressure to not be through the roof. Especially knowing the chaos Trixx and Plagg could create together with Damian if Trixx decided to trust Damian.

“Plagg, you are not helping. Believe it or not, I’m not doing this to be boring, I’m doing it because I care about him. It’s for one night, Dames. You didn’t go to school today because you have a fever. As long as you don’t have one tomorrow, you can go back on patrol. Dick told me that this isn’t a new rule for you.” She says, passing him the tea he’d requested, likely as a distraction to keep her from noticing his breakout attempt.

“Yes, but usually, I’m able to follow him after an hour or so and he can’t do much about it. But now you’re aware of it, and I am being punished.” Damian frowns. Marinette reaches up and holds her wrist against her kid’s head. “What are you doing?” He asks grumpily.

“Checking to see if you still have a fever.” Marinette says gently, not wanting to upset him any more than he already was. Damian was extremely cranky when he was sick. Marinette frowns at the heat radiating off of his head. Marinette glances at Plagg, and he flies over, settling on top of Damian’s head. The kwami winces, and nods. “I’m gonna grab the thermometer, okay? Just go sit on the couch.” She says, trying to push down the worry that threatens to build up. Damian opens his mouth to argue, but Marinette gives him a look and he sighs before dropping down onto the couch. Heading into the bathroom, Marinette grabs a bottle of children’s tylenol and a thermometer before heading back to the living room.

“I don’t need medicine.” Damian huffs once he spots her, frowning. Marinette snorts.

“Let’s take your temperature before you decide you don’t need medicine, okay?” She suggests. Damian sighs, but turns to her so she can run the thermometer over his forehead. It beeps, and Marinette frowns, trying to shove down the panic that was threatening to bubble up. “Okay kiddo, I’m gonna have to pull the grown up card and veto your no medicine decision.” She says.

“But I don’t need it.” Damian grumbles, sitting up. Marinette turns the thermometer towards him, letting the numbers blink red. 101.9/38.8. While she was silently relieved that Dick had purchased a thermometer that had fahrenheit and celsius, she was even more worried at the idea that he was out and Damian’s fever wasn’t getting better.

“You either have to take the medicine, or we have to go to Leslie.” Marinette offers, knowing it would be an entire ordeal if she brought up the hospital. Not that she wanted to take Damian to the hospital. But she would rather be safe than sorry when it comes to a fever. Damian grumbles, but takes the medicine, wincing slightly. “Does your throat hurt?” She asks.

“I’m fine, Marinette. If you were not here, I would go on patrol. And I would be just fine.” He huffs, laying down and curling into a small ball on the couch. Marinette settles into the armchair across from the couch and flips a movie on. She just needed to watch him carefully. He’d be okay.

---

“Pssst! Hey, Pigtails. The kid needs you.” Plagg’s voice makes Marinette sit straight up, adrenaline shooting through her.

“Crap.” She mutters, shoving her hair out of her face. Her eyes dart around the room, quickly locking onto Damian. “Damian?” She says softly, moving towards him slowly. A quiet sniffle is the only response. Marinette grabs the thermometer from the coffee table and quickly runs it across his head.

103.2/39.5. This was bad. Taking in a deep breath, she takes a second to ground herself. She wouldn’t be able to help Damian if she freaked out and panicked. Quickly sliding on a pair of shoes, she grabs her phone and purse before grabbing Dick’s car keys off the hook. Since he no longer had to pretend to use his civilian car at night, he left the keys with her. Rushing back over to Damian, she carefully scoops him into her arms. He was honestly almost too tall for her to carry, but she didn’t care.

“Baba?” He says, and Marinette is suddenly thankful that they’d been working on Arabic. Although she couldn’t speak it, she could at least understand a little bit.

“Non, petit oiseau. It’s just me.” She says softly, quickly locking the door and rushing to the elevator. He sighs, and buries his head into her shoulder.

“Ummi, I don’t feel good.” He says softly, and Marinette’s heart breaks. Sometimes Damian was so mature, it was hard to forget that he’s still just a little kid. She remembered what it was like to be sick and just want her mom and dad. She wished she could give them to him. Hitting the button for the garage, Marinette adjusts Damian in her hold, trying hard to ignore how hot his head had become. Looking down into her purse, she makes eye contact with Plagg.

“Do me a favor? Text Jason that I’m taking Damian to Leslie’s.” She says quietly. Jason was on crutches for the next two weeks, and thus was off patrol. And since she didn’t know how to reach Dick’s comms, she’d have to let Jason do that part. Glancing down at the kid in her arms, Marinette tries not to let herself panic. He was fine. Everything would be fine. Leslie would probably even tell her that she was worried about nothing.

---

Dick frowns at the constant buzzing coming from his comm, until he remembers he’d muted it. Cursing under his breath, he unmutes it and pauses on a roof.

“-amnit, Dick! What’s the point of having your fucking comm in if you’re not gonna answer!” Jason snaps.

“Hood? What’s going on? You shouldn’t be on patrol.” Dick says, immediately worried about his little brother. Jason was supposed to be on crutches. And although he’d insisted he was fine to go out, Alfred and Marinette had managed to convince him to stay back and just do case work for at least a week.

“First of all, fuck you. Secondly, it’s not me. Marinette texted me but I fell asleep and didn’t get it until five minutes ago.” He huffs out, and Dick’s heart drops.

“What happened? Are they okay?” He asks, immediately running worst case scenarios in his head.

“Damian’s fever spiked. Marinette was taking him to Leslie’s.” Jason says. Dick frowns, a million worrying thoughts flooding his head.

“Go to them. We’ve only got another hour or two of patrol anyway. I can handle it.” Tim chimes in.

“Are you sure?” Dick asks, hesitant to leave his little brother on patrol alone. Tim snorts.

“Yes, mom, I’m fine. Go check on the kid. If I need you, I’ll call. Hood can keep me company on comms.” Tim says, and Dick can practically hear his smirk.

“Oh joy.” Jason sighs. Dick shakes his head, a small grin on his face. Usually, he’d probably laugh and join in on the teasing. But right now, he just needed to get to Leslie’s.

---

“You have an awful lot of eye makeup on tonight, Richard.” Leslie says, quirking an eyebrow as Dick rushes into her clinic. He winces, shrugging.

“Didn’t wanna take the time to get it off. How’s Damian?” He asks, jumping straight to the point. Leslie gives him a small smile, and Dick’s shoulders relax slightly.

“His fever is finally down. But I do think we should consider a tonsillectomy.” She says gently. Dick’s eyebrows furrow.

“What, why? What’s wrong?” He asks, feeling the panic that had dissipated start to return.

“Breathe, Richard. You know the last time he had tonsillitis we had the conversation about if he’d had it previously, right?” She asks. Dick nods. “The frequency in which he gets tonsillitis in combination with the way his airway is obstructed while his tonsils are swollen like this- I just have to recommend surgery to remove them. It would be in Damian’s best interest in the long run.” She explains.

“Did you tell Marinette yet?” Dick asks, and Leslie nods.

“She was rather panicked when she brought him in, and I’m afraid my suggestion for surgery didn’t help much. She hasn’t left him since they got here.” She says.

“And how long-”

“Hour and a half.” Dick can’t help but feel guilty. Sure, he answered Jason almost immediately, but if he’d left Marinette a way to reach him on comms, he could’ve been here sooner.

“Can I-” He starts, but Leslie cuts him off, nodding.

“Usual room.” She says. “Only the Waynes would have a usual room.” She adds under her breath. Dick walks the familiar path, gently opening the door to the room he’d been in a million times. Seeing Damian in a hospital bed hurts. He looked so much younger. He lets the door shut quietly, but Marinette still jumps up, eyes wide as she throws an arm in front of Damian.

“It’s just me, babe.” Dick says gently, holding his hands up. Her eyes lock on his and she immediately relaxes, sinking back into the chair next to Damian’s bed.

“Did Leslie tell you about the surgery?” She asks, running her hand through Damian’s hair. Dick takes the seat on the other side of the bed and lays a hand on Damian’s head to check that his fever was still down. He nods.

“I’m not sure how Damian will feel about it.” He says, frowning slightly. He loved Damian. But a lot of the time, Damian tried to act like nothing could hurt him, and Dick was worried that he’d turn down the surgery because of it. And even though he was the parent in this situation, he didn’t want to take away Damian’s ability to decide something like this. Maybe he’d accept a bribe… Marinette shrugs.

“Maybe if we point out it would stop him from getting sick like this so often, it would help. I know how much he hates being off patrol.” She says softly, her shoulders relaxing even more. Dick snorts.

“Yeah, yeah you’re probably right.” He says, grinning.

“I’ll be on your side for this, too.” A voice pipes up. Dick blinks, and the little black cat- Plagg- was suddenly on the pillow next to Damian’s head. Dick raises an eyebrow and looks to Marinette.

“Our kid tried to follow you on patrol. Plagg encouraged him until he realized that Dames really was sick.” She says tiredly. Despite the fact that Damian tried to sneak out, Dick’s chest fills with warmth at Marinette’s words. ‘Our kid’. Maybe it was time to talk about legally adding Marinette as one of Damian’s guardians. He knew that if something happened to him, Marinette would take good care of him. Any of his family would too, but he didn’t want to put the responsibility on them. And Tim was still just a kid himself, no matter what he thought.

“Hey, sweetheart. How’re you feeling?” Marinette says softly. Dick glances down at Damian, relief flooding him the second they lock eyes.

“What happened?” Damian asks, wincing. Marinette pushes hair out of Damian’s face, and Dick gently touches his kid’s cheek.

“Your fever spiked, Dames. Mari brought you to Leslie’s.” Dick explains. Damian immediately pouts.

“Patrol-” he starts to say, but Marinette cuts him off.

“Will still be there when you’re feeling better, petit oiseau. But pushing yourself now is just going to make you sicker. It’s okay to take a break.” She says gently. Dick waits for Damian to argue, but he just sighs instead.

“Plagg?” He asks and the little cat floats up, giving Damian the most serious look that Dick had ever seen on the creature.

“I’m with Pigtails on this one, kid.” He says. Damian turns his attention to him, but Dick just shakes his head.

“Fine. I will accept taking a break. But if there are things I can do from home, I would like to still help. After all, I’m not benched.” He says. Dick glances at Marinette, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Her lips purse, but she nods.

“Okay. But, lights out by midnight. You need rest when you’re sick, agreed?” Dick says. Damian nods, and Dick lets his shoulders relax. Now to try to convince him that surgery was his best option.