#mdc (miraculous x dc)

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Mari: IT'S NOT LIKE I HATE YOU!

Damian: IT'S NOT LIKE I HATE YOU EITHER!

Mari: Oh.

Damian: Oh.

Mari (frowns): Then why-

She watches Damian's face contort in restraint and confusion. He's never been good with feelings, never been good at holding back when he wanted to lash out. But she knew Dick had been teaching him control, and contrary to what most of his family believe, her new friend really has been trying his best at being normal.

Damian: I- I don't know, Marinette. I didn't grow up in a normal family or home for that matter. I was raised an heir to someone who calls himself the demon lord. But you already know my past, and you still accepted me. That means a lot to me. So surely, it should make sense to you that I am extremely protective of the few people in my life who for some unfathomable reason are able to accept me for who I am? Lila Rossi was a dead girl walking the moment she decided she hated you and lied about you. I do not care for her simpering flock that are your classmates and ex-bestfriend. But any threat to you, any attack on you, intentional or not, is an item added to my target list. You are not someone whose pain I can ignore. Not from the moment you pretended to be on a diet, broke your macaroon and shared half with me. And yes, Jon told me you asked him what flavor I liked because you just had to add your lucky guardian power to it so that it alleviates my agony from being dumped in the Lazarus Pit. I was horrible to you. You didn't have to show me compassion, and to help me, you went out of your way. So you can't blame me, Angel. Total evisceration is the kindness I could offer your enemies.

[ggomos-maribat]

1 | a perfect day

Part 1 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

The place they reserved was beautiful: the greenhouse-type of dining with ferns and orchids hanging from the glass ceiling and walls, a lush green against the pristine white of their chairs and table napkins. The day was blessed with fair weather so just the right amount of sunlight was cascading down on them which fit the light hum of the festive music from the speakers. Even the hostess herself was a sight to behold—a flowery off-shoulder dress, curled brown hair, and pastel manicured nails.

Sabrina truly felt she was in another world.

Their hostess stood up, holding her wine glass in one hand. "I'd like to make a toast." She beamed. "To everyone here, who accepted my invitation for a humble reunion."

She looked at them on by one, first at Alya who seemed to cling at her every word, then moved down the table to Nino, Rose, Juleka, Max, Kim, and so on. These were faces of now acclaimed people, successful in their respective fields. "It seems it was just yesterday when we were only students in Ms. Bustier's class," she continued, "But in reality, we've been through a lot. Ups and downs, pains and losses. But I'm proud of us for sticking together, for keeping in touch after all these years."

A star in the social media field, and a proud founder and CEO of her brand. Lilia Ross. That was the alias she had been using when she was stepping into fame. But to Sabrina, she'll always be Lila, the charming girl who once was a transfer student in their class.

"To us!" Lila cheered, raising her glass up in the air. They all followed suit, some laughing a little and others bursting into lively conversation.

Sabrina took a sip of her drink, turning to her left. "It really has been so long, hasn't it, Chloe?"

The blonde appeared to be in some kind of stupor, but her friend's words shook her out of it. "Huh?"

"I said it's been so long."

Chloe rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Uh, yeah, you're right."

"Are you okay?"

She gave a smile of reassurance. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, it's just . . . stress from work."

Sabrina was about to suggest she get some rest first when the wooden doors opened, revealing another familiar face from their teen years. Large sweater over a collared piece. A priceless watch. Golden hair fixed to look stylishly unkempt.

The man greeted them, "Hey, I hope I'm not too late?"

At the head of the table, Lila's jaw dropped open. "A—Adrien?"

"That's me," he chuckled lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Long time no see, everyone."

The others, too, couldn't mask their shock—understandably so. Adrien Agreste had been out of the public eye for the past seven months, halting his modeling career and laying low in god knows where. Even Sabrina couldn't remember when she had last seen him.

It was Alya who stood up, grabbing a seat for their new guest. "It's been so long!" She said. "Come here, sit. Where have you been and why were you so unreachable?"

"Yeah, man, I even tried visiting your old house in Paris. They said you weren't there." Kim, meanwhile, passed a plate to him.

"I'm really sorry for that." Adrien gave a sheepish look. "I was too focused on taking time for myself. I'm on hiatus from modeling—I didn't mean to cut everyone off. But I wanted to make it to this reunion!"

At that second, Sabrina's phone began to buzz a notification.

"It's alright to take a break sometimes," Mylene consoled. "Are you going back to modeling soon?"

Adrien shrugged. "I'm not sure yet; I might try out other things and see what works for me."

The phone vibrated again, a few times in succession this time.

"What about working with me?" Alix offered. "I need some extra hands around the museum. Minimal experience needed! I'll teach you everything I know."

The nth buzz sounded and Sabrina pulled out her phone from her purse to completely silence it but then she caught a glimpse of Chloe. She looked pale as a sheet, staring down at her unfinished plate.

Sabrina leaned. "Chlo—"

Buzz. Buzz.

Frowning, Sabrina unlocked her phone to check what the incessant ringing was all about. There were tweets, articles, posts, and messages filling up the screen like something had blown up. And something might as well have.

Her eyes widened when she tapped on an article.

Alya's voice rang out. She, too, was looking at her phone. "Hey, Lila, what's this all about?"

"Hm? Is it about my magazine feature?"

"No, it's not," Sabrina whispered.

There in bold letters the words were summoning up a storm: 'The Truth About Lilia Ross: She's Not Who You Think She Is' .

***

Saturday morning saw Jason Todd at the Wayne manor's dining table, munching on a piece of toast with jam. He stayed the night after patrol upon Alfred's insistence, and then remained for breakfast after some more badgering.

The second eldest raised an eyebrow when Bruce strolled into room wearing office clothes.

"Event at WE today," Bruce explained, making a coffee for himself. "Tim, feet off the table please."

Tim, who was stuck to his phone, let out an incoherent mumble before putting his feet down.

"Lilia Ross," uttered Bruce. "Does that name ring a bell?"

"French-Italian, founder and CEO of Lilia Designs, sells clothing and cosmetics," Tim supplied in a monotonous voice. "She's more famous as an influencer though. In the past few days, there have been a lot of rumors popping up about her. Why do you ask?"

"PR at WE asked me. They wondered if I knew her."

"What does she have to do with Wayne Enterprises?" Damian chimed in.

Celebrities and trends never piqued Jason's interest—he focused on eating, debating internally if he should purchase more handguns to replace a couple that he lost.

"She's been promoting our products even if she's not legally affiliated with WE," Tim explained whilst gulping down his daily dose of caffeine. "She's just trying to fish for a real sponsorship or partnership. Her brand's getting famous in Gotham, you know."

"It's not much of a concern for the company then. Our lawyers will be able to handle it if her so-called scandals affect WE," said Bruce.

"True, but it's still weird. This is her first major backlash on the internet and there's a lot of—" Tim did air quotes with his fingers, "—'anonymous witnesses' coming forward to show her 'true colors'."

"How is that different from the usual celebrity rumors?" asked Damian.

Okay, maybe Jason was a little curious.

He discreetly pulled his phone out to check the articles popping out online. And there were many, as if testimonies were spewing from a never-ending fountain.

'eiffelparis12: don't fall for it. she bought all those views and likes. fake *****'

'coffeecake: I worked as a stylist in a studio once. She was at our show...I didn't expect her to be so two-faced! She was so rude to the producer's assistant and kept bossing her around. The poor guy didn't even get to eat.'

'seaasss: her products arent even that good. lol.'

'venusred: she bought her way to be in our blog's feature. i'm pretty sure she has an anonymous sponsor.'

'harpyre: OMG! does she even pay her employees enough?'

'silverberry640: no way, lilia doesn't deserve this! there's no proof.'

'ngc5195: this is what fame does to all of them......sad.'

Jason looked up again when Bruce spoke. "For now, WE isn't obligated to proceed with legal action and we're not actually involved anyway. I'm sure this will pass on its own."

He wasn't wrong. Scandals came and went; people liked to throw stones at one person then move on to the next after the damage was done.

"Or not," Tim suddenly said, staring at something on his phone "Shit."

"What is it?" asked Bruce.

Tim read the words aloud. "Influencer Lilia Ross, accused of murdering former classmate." 

[profounddestinyrebel]

Marinette and Tim as cousins. Tim while with Young Justice goes to Paris while Marinette is Ladybug. He helps with finding Hawkmoth with his detective skills and ability to trap and manipulate his opponent. Marinette gets injured at some point and Tim runs her blood and finds out Bruce is her bio dad and his cousin (farther related than that) he tells her and reveals the secret to her, but she doesn't want to tell Bruce. Tim agrees with her because Bruce would totally take over her life and she already has a family in Paris. Also, the fact that she's magical would not go over well. Miraculous it turns out leave stains or traces the longer and more intensely you use them. Marinette has been using the lucky charm and patrolling for at least 2 years by this point and she can now use some of the magic outside the costume. This of course only applies if the kwami is a willing partner. Its one of the only ways they can effect their wielder.

So fast forward, Young Justice never told their mentors about Marinette and now they have a secret magical god (basically) as back up if they ever need it and Marinette has them all on speed dial. They have meet ups where Marinette just portals them out from where ever they where and they catch up. All of their mental health is a lot better. They keep tabs on each other but Marinette put a magical glamor on herself so anything they say about her doesn't catch anyone's attention.

On Tim's world wide search for Bruce he gets her help. The three of them (Tim, Marinette, Cassie) where already leaning on each other because Bart and Kon both died, and Marinette helps convince Cassie that Tim's right. Everything goes pretty much the same except when Tim almost dies, Marinette helps indirectly. She then binds Ra's when he tries to kill Tim. Also blows up the Lazarus pits and Ra's after he leaves Gotham. This Tim is more relaxed about the no kill rule. He doesn't kill but if his friends are certain that it's the right choice he steps aside because he trusts them. Marinette and Tim are about the same age so Marinette waits until she's past 18 with a stable income before even thinking about telling Bruce.

One way the Bats finds out she even exists is because she has to do business in Gotham. MDC's identity is no longer a secret and so people know she's in Gotham, but here no one knows that she's connected to Tim. Until Barbara can't dig anything up about Marinette. In fact, none of the Bats can get info about her and the computer crashes if you try too many times. They eventually trace the interference to Tim, right before trying for a face to face meeting with Marinette (Hint: no they didn't, Tim let them trace it because he doesn't want them to meet Marinette yet) They interrogate Tim about his interference and he tells them she's his cousin and a friend. When pressed to stop and/or give them info about Marinette he tells them to back off or else. He specifies blackmail against each of them and they realize that Tim's willing to set back his Bat relationships to protect Marinette's privacy. Eventually (after loophole shenanigans that barely don't succeed) Marinette comes to the manor and they realize that Tim trusts her. The two of them joke and laugh and Tim relaxes in her presence. The way, they see, that he no longer does with them. He's more himself, less good soldier/child and more Tim. The way he is with his friends. Marinette leaves and the Bats still don't find out anything.

The next Big Bad comes and this time it's some magical one. Constantine, Zatanna and Dr. Fate are all immobilized and taken out (maybe even sent away) and the Magical Bad is now toying with the heroes. Not killing but severely injuring whoever he hits. Captain Marvel is taken out and then RR is shouting for Superboy to find LB. Not even 20 seconds later a portal opens up and Ladybug and Superboy arrive. Marinette meanwhile has been learning All The Magic with and without the miraculous and KO's the Magical Bad. An interrogation of both Ladybug, Superboy and Red Robin after everyone is safe, is interrupted by one of the magi's exclaiming about the inferno of magical power LB has and how the fuck does RR know her?

Don't really know where to take it from here but the reveal would totally have Tim siding with Marinette (and vice versa) with Tim maybe taking a break from Gotham and the Bats. Maybe he goes on a magic adventure with Marinette, maybe they just do fun around the world travel that they couldn't before because Tim didn't want the Bats to be suspicious.

Tim would totally use the mouse to it's fullest potential. the ability to split yourself into many versions of yourself? he'd have WAY too much fun with that

Also Bruce finding out Marinette is his bio daughter cannot be dramatic. it has to be a spit take. one of them mentions it off hand like 'didn't you already know that?' maybe they even manage to convince Bruce that he already knew and forgot because of all the concussions he takes as batman.

Side Note: I haven't watched Miraculous Ladybug in a while or finished it so it might not be accurate. Also, I cannot write dialogue. Conversation cannot be written by me, and that's a fact.

[trainer-sean]

BEN TENNYSON! BEN 10! HE GOT TALKED INTO GETTING A OUTFIT COMMISSION FROM ESTER, WHO IS ALSO GETTING AN OUTFIT!

MDC Commissions: The Ghost King

(A series of one shots where Marinette has some extremely unusual clients. What could possible go wrong? ao3)

When Marinette moved to Gotham after retiring as Ladybug, she had expected craziness and chaos. And living with her biological father and his family, had made her believe that she had seen everything. For example, when she sat down to breakfast that morning she had been fully prepared to see Damian and Jason engaged in a rubber band war over the head of a slumped Tim, who couldn't decide if he was awake or asleep. She didn't flinch to see Dick balancing six trays of breakfast food, while Alfred followed him with barely concealed panic. She didn't even raise an eyebrow when Bruce came in with bag under his eyes, and switched Tim's coffee with his own empty mug. Barbara rolling in arguing about the probability of aliens owning all of the bowling alleys with Duke was a completely casual conversation. And Steph filming everything while she cackled was just the cherry on top. 

She sat down next to Cass (the only other kid who was quiet), as Dick precariously started setting down the trays, and Bruce called for his other two sons to sit down. They were getting a little violent, and he wasn't having much luck. It was only once the last tray was on the table, that everyone finally settled down to eat, but Marinette had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before Jason and Damian decided to start chucking food at each other. At which point, Dick would yell "Food Fight" and they'd all be required by sibling law to join in. However, Marinette was not prepared for what happened literally two seconds after everyone was seated.

Alfred had just set down the coffee pot, causing Tim to jerk awake, when a bright flash of light in the middle of the table had everyone leaping into a fighting stance. They stood silent as they watched the glowing ball of light drift lazily around the table and settle in front of her. She squinted as it flashed blindingly before dropping something on her plate with an audible "Thunk." Marinette blinked the stars out of her eyes and stared down at a thick, glowing green scroll. It was very official looking with a glowing green wax seal and a golden center. 

Marinette stared at it in wonder, and took a long sip of her coffee. It was far to early for this. 

"Uh Mari," Dick was the first to speak as they all stared at the scroll. "What's that?"

She looked up at him blank faced, "It's a scroll Dick."

"I know that but---" Dick scoffed but Steph interrupted him with an eager, 

"What's it say?"

"I wouldn't open it Mars," Duke said hesitantly, "That green light around it is...well it's some powerful other worldly shit, I'll say that much."

"Hmm," Marinette hummed.

"Still," Barbara said, "We can't ignore it. What if it's Guardian business?"

"Has the Order ever contacted you this way before?" Bruce asked eyeing the thing like it was a bomb full of joker gass.

"Nope," Marinette said still not moving. 

"We should destroy it," Damian said simply reaching for the sword he had stashed under the table. 

"Bad idea," Cass said softly, "Important."

"But it could be a trap," Tim said lifting his mug and staring in confusion when he found it empty. "I can run some tests on it maybe."

"I'm with Demon," Jason said gruffly, "That thing is giving me the heebie jeebies."

"Did you just say heebie jeebies?" Stephanie said in confusion. 

"Whatever it is I don't think you should touch it Mari," Bruce said.

"Seriously Jay?" Steph said, "Heebie Jeebies?" 

"I agree with father," Damian said tensely, "This thing reeks of magic. Perhaps we should call a magic user." 

"I can call Zatanna," Dick offered. 

"Heebie jeebies?" 

"Let it go Steph, this is serious!"

 "But...heebie jeebies?"

The dinning room descended into utter chaos literally not even five minutes into their meal. Marinette sighed and took another sip of her coffee as her family yelled around her. She had been up all night helping Barbara with Oracle stuff and finishing up some designs for her company. And listening to her siblings fight over how to deal with ominous glowing scrolls that appeared during their breakfast was not how she wanted to start the morning. She opened her purse and Tikki flew out to look at the scroll, as Jason knocked over his chair about to launch at Steph. Tikki nodded as Dick moved to stop Jason from attacking Steph. This time Cass had taken over recording the insanity. 

Everyone froze as Marinette picked up the scroll. But nothing happened. She didn't suddenly combust or summon hellfire upon them all, so she took that as a good sign and broke the seal. Immediately, her entire family began to panic and some even lunged to snatch the scroll away from her. Marinette leaped back keeping the scroll as far away from them as she could. She sent them a confused, disapproving look as if to say, "Back off it's my magic scroll get your own!" But she read the words out loud just the same.

"To the right honorable, MDC, from the court of his Majesty the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Ghost King, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. Greetings.

His majesty humbly requests your services in the designing of his coronation attire for his ascension to the throne of the Deathless King. Should you accept this most honorable, and glorious commission, simply preform the included spell before the end of five days. Preferably between 4 and 5 o'clock central. Money is no object unless you wish some other form of Eternal payment. In which case, terms will have to be agreed upon in person. You will also be invited, along with a guest of your choosing, to witness this most monumental event within the Infinite Realms.

Kindest Regards,

The King's Advisor, Physician, and Head Scientist, and Leader of the Far Frozen

Frostbite. "

Marinette looked up at her family who were staring at her in awe. None of them quiet new how to take this, so for a moment there was complete silence. In her head Marinette began counting down, "Three...two...one." And the entire dinning room erupted into chaos. Marinette just sighed as she returned her attention to the commission. "What even is my life?" she muttered.

Marinette summoned the Ghost King in the private studio at her fashion house. She reserved this studio for her VIP commissions like Jagged, Clara, Diana, and her family. At that moment it was just her, Jason, and the kwamis, which was already causing chaos as half of the little gods flew around in an attempt to help without actually helping. Jason was making no attempt to corral them like he had promised to do, and instead decided to just stand and scowl as Marinette prepared the summoning circle exactly as it was depicted on the scroll. Marinette had just wanted it to be her and the kwamis, but her family all resolutely refused. Apparently, summoning an unknown, mythical, entity of unquestionable power by herself was not something they were comfortable with. So they compromised and decided that Jason was best suited to over see the meeting. After all, one of the titles was "the Ghost King" and Jason was a zombie...technically. 

Still Marinette wasn't sure how well he would do in a fight. If it came to that, then the kwamis would be her best shot at protecting them. She wasn't sure how Jason's guns would do against something called, "The Keeper of the Abyss." Still she was glad he was here, in a way. "Alright!" she said standing, "It's ready!"

"Hmph," Jason grunted, "I don't like this, Pixie."

"Oh come on," Marinette said with a smile as she tried to hide her own terror, "Don't tell me you're not a little bit curious."

Jason shook his head and muttered something about not wanting to die again, which Marinette elected to ignore. Instead she began the chant and called upon the Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Bringer of the Frost, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. " Man this guy has a lot of titles," she thought. The runes began to glow as the light began to melt upward into a swirling portal of ink and stars. The edges of the portal were wrapped in a shifting green cloud that reminded Marinette of the Lazarus Pit. "That's...probably...not a good sign," she thought but it was too late. Because a white hand emerged from the blackness and Marinette felt the magic in the room surge with the sudden pressure of power. She gasped, and her breath came our in a cloud as the hand was followed by a foot. The kwami gathered around her ready to fight, and Jason's hand flew to his gun. They all held their breath as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms emerged, in all of his power and glory.

"All I'm saying, Jazz, is that I don't see the point! I mean it's not like I'm going to be dressing like this while I'm king!" A teenage boy cried as he stepped casually from the portal. 

"It's not about you, Danny!" said the tall, red haired woman who followed him into the studio, "It's about your subjects. They need to see that you're taking this seriously, so they know to take you seriously. By presenting yourself as a king before them, they will be more likely to trust you as their king."

"She's right Danny," said a goth goth girl, "You're entering the world of high ghostly society. In those circles image is everything whether your alive or dead. Ha, you're gonna love it!"

The boy, Danny, groaned into his hands, and then turned to face Marinette and Jason who were staring in quiet shock and confusion. "Hi!" He said stepping forward holding out his hand to shake, "I'm Danny Phantom, future King of the Infinite Realms, nice to meet ya!" 

Marinette blue screened for a moment as she took in her client. This...was not what she was expecting. She had been fully prepared to meet some sort of strange eldritch animal/human/void type hybrid. Instead she got a teenage, human boy who couldn't have been older than 16. The only thing unusual about was his snow white hair, and glowing green eyes. She could work with this. So, Marinette smiled and shook his hand, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne, MDC, the pleasure is all mine. And this is my brother, Jason Todd, he's going to be assisting us today!"

Danny looked over at Jason and gaped, "Dude!" he exclaimed, "You core is messed up! What happened to you?!"

"Danny!" the red head, Jazz exclaimed, "Be nice! I'm sorry," she said addressing Jason, "My brother might be one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, but he's still a teenager and often forgets his manners. I'm Jazz by the way!" She held out her hand, and Jason numbly shook it as his eyes expressed that he was still trying to mentally process what was happening. 

"And I'm Sam," the goth girl said stepping forward as the portal closed behind her, "I'm a big fan of your work, Miss. MDC. Your eco friendly punk spring collection was truly inspired!" 

"Thank you," Marinette said with a smile, "And I see you're wearing some of it! I have to say, the way you've dressed up the vest is amazing, I never would have thought to match it with that color skirt!" 

Sam blushed as she straighten the faux dark green leather vest. Jason then took the opportunity to speak up saying, "I hate to interrupt but...what's the story here?"

"Oh," Danny said as they all moved toward the couches that surrounded the circular stage, where the finished products would be touched up and fitted. "Well you see our parents," he gestured between himself and his sister, "are scientists who for some reason decided to study ghosts."

"We thought they were crazy!" Jazz exclaimed with a desperate laugh.

"They are crazy," Sam said, "Just turns our they were also right."

"They built a portal to what they called the Ghost Zone," Danny explained, "It's kind of like the afterlife in between afterlives. A realm between realms...sort of...it's complicated. And that's not really the point, the point is, they thought it didn't work. Until, Sam, Tucker and I were goofing off in the lab and there was an...'accident.'"

"And you died?!" Marinette asked in concerned.

"Yes, no, sorta kinda," Danny said casually, "I half died. I'm half dead. I'm half ghost."

"The technical term is Halfa," Jazz explained.

"Danny is alive," Sam said, "But at the same time, he's dead."

"Schrodinger's kid," Jason muttered, and Danny beamed. 

"Yeah, you see! This guy gets it!" He exclaimed. "So anyway, now that the portal was open someone had to make sure that the ghosts didn't overwhelm the land of the living, and vise versa. And since I am both living and dead, I was the only one who could do it."

Marinette twisted one of her earrings with a glance at Tikki, who was shuffling the other kwamis out of sight since there was clearly no danger, "I get that."

She and Danny exchanged an understanding look, before he continued, "Yeah, well, one of those ghosts turned out to be the actual Ghost King who had gone all tyrant, and tried to disrupt the balance between life and death thus destroying both realms. I might have beaten him in single combat thus accidently becoming the next Ghost King." 

"How do you accidently become the Ghost King?" Jason said incredulously. 

"By beating the former monarch in single combat, I thought we just established that?" Danny said.

"Any way," Jazz said purposefully, "Danny was still in high school at the time, so he couldn't exactly claim the throne. And besides there was a lot about inter-death politics that he had to learn. So we had to hold off on the coronation until he was ready." 

"And now here you are!" Marinette said brightly. 

"Here we are!" Danny said in return. "Got to say though, randomly becoming the guardian of one of the cornerstones of all existence before all before my 18th birthday, not how I expected my life to turn out. But like you said 'here we are!'"

Marinette glanced at the kwami again and said softly, "Yeah, I get that to."

Danny cocked his head at her, as his glowing green eyes met her piercing blue one. He nodded and said, "Alright then, let's get started shall we. I'm trusting you, Blue eyes!"

Jason scowled at the nickname, but Marinette chuckled and retrieved her tape measure, but stopped as she took in his outfit. It looked like a black and white, rubber hazmat suit that was custom made to fit him. It wasn't the worst thing she had ever seen, and the flaming D, she guessed was a nice touch, but it the girls were right. It didn't scream "King of the Infinite Realms." But it raised a pressing question for her. 

"So how do your clothes work?"

"Uh...well...let's see," Danny said as he looked down at his outfit. "Well I suppose I should explain how ghosts work. You see all of this," he gestured to his face and limbs with exaggerated motions, "Is basically all ectoplasm, energy, and magic shaped by the self image of my psyche. So I can shift it to change based on my self image, and that includes my clothes, if I focus. The thing holding it all together is my core." He tapped is chest where his heart should have been. "Basically it's like a...vessel? Yeah, a vessel for my psyche, or spirit, or soul, whatever word you want to use." 

"So do you want me to just draw you an outfit, and then you can shift your clothes into that. It might be easier."

"Nuh-uh," Sam said, "That wont work. He can shapeshift, but it's not his specialty. He always shifts back within thirty minutes or sometimes less."

Jazz nodded, "The best thing would be to make him an outfit for his human form, and then he can shift to match that. We can even infuse the fabrics with some of his ectoplasm, so it will be easier for his psyche to recognize it as a part of him."

Marinette froze at the phrasing, and suddenly why Danny was so hesitant to change his ghostly look. His clothes were a part of his self image. This was how his spirit perceived his existence. Marinette began studying hit clothes a lot more closely. Any thing she did could alter his self image for all of eternity, if she wasn't careful. Marinette took a deep breath. This was probably going to end up being the most important piece of her career. "Ok," she said allowing her voice to communicate to Danny just how serious she was taking this commission. "I think I understand. In that case, I'm going to need measurements of both your human form, and your ghost form. If there are any discrepancies, I'm going to need to know now."

Danny smiled softly at her. "Ok." And there was no more arguing or complaining, as he stood patiently while she took his measurements, first in his ghost form, and then in his human form. Jason was writing down the numbers diligently. Almost too diligently, but Marinette understood his silence when he said, 

"So this core thing...you said I had one but there was something wrong with it."

"Hmm," Danny said, "Oh yeah. Did you die and get resurrected or something?" Jason nodded silently, completely engrossed in the notepad. "Well, whoever did it did an awful job!"

"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed.

"What? It's true!"

"But that's not how you say it. I am so sorry Jason, my brother can be a little insensitive."

"No it's ok," Jason said, "I'd rather have it blunt and honest, than sugar coated. So what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you per se," Danny mused after a moment of studying Jason. "So obviously you died. And the circumstances were just right so that instead of going to one of the 'afterlives' you went to the space between, the Infinite Realms. Which is probably why you don't remember what happened in between your two lives. Am I right?"

"You'd know better than me," Jason laughed dryly. 'Like you said I don't remember."

 "Probably for the best. But anyway," Danny continued, "When you were resurrected, it was done very badly, because you're core is warped. Don't worry it's still intact, so your spirit's safe. But the warped core combined with the corrupted ectoplasm running through your veins! Yeesh! Frankly I'm surprised you're not frothing at the mouth, homicidal maniac right now. Cause that amount of contamination is not good for you mental stability." 

The siblings froze and exchanged desperate, almost hopeful looks. "The pit madness," Marinette whispered. 

"I get...angry sometimes," Jason explained. "I see green, and then red, and then I...I hurt people."

The girls looked at him with pity, but Danny just nodded with understanding. "Makes sense," was all he said, but Marinette could instantly see the relief of those words wash over Jason's whole being. She knew how much he fought, how much he struggled with his sanity. They tried to help, but pit madness wasn't like normal mental illnesses. It was steeped in ancient magic and the forces of nature them selves. In the end the only advice any of the could logistically give Jason was to fight it. Therapy could give him tools, but when push came to shove none of them understood what it was like. 

And to have someone, anyone, say that it made sense. That his reactions to the corruption inside him were not strange, abnormal or grotesque. To have his actions fit inside the bounds of an expected response, a symptom of something that could be categorized...Marinette could not imagine the relief Jason must have been feeling. But it whatever his emotions were they all seemed to be summed up in his next chocked out words, “Is…is there a cure.”

“Yeah, of course there is!” Danny said with his cheerful casualness, that broke all of Jason’s carefully crafted walls. “I can schedule an appointment for you with Frostbite. He’s done some incredible research into the development of Ghost cores. Once, he filters that ectoplasm in your blood stream, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get your core back to it’s proper shape. You’ll have to spend a few days in the Ghost Zone, a week at most. But then your core will start filtering and shaping the ectoplasm on it’s own…think of it as a liver transplant, but with magic and shit.”

“Wow,” Jason breathed. “I…uh…ha…I.t…thank you!”

Danny smiled, “Eh, what are kings for. I mean you are technically one of my subjects.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said still smiling.

Danny grinned. “When you die, again, you’ll go to the Ghost Zone. My zone. You’re stuck with me buddy!”

Jason threw back his head with a clear bright laugh that was all too rare in Marinette’s opinion. And hearing it now as it rang with hope and joy, only made Marinette’s smile brighter and fuller. They continued to talk about what it would take to get Jason to the Ghost Zone for his “core transplant” as Danny was now calling it. And Marinette was slowly getting a clearer picture of what she was going to make for the young king. 

When she finished her measurements and pulled out her note book to start some rough sketches, she turned back to Danny and said, “Ok so we can talk about what you don’t want once I have some ideas mapped out. But first I want to know if there is anything that you do want. A favorite color, a piece of jewelry, a type of belt, anything like that?”

“Your symbol,” Sam said immediately. “You need to have your symbol.”

“I think you should keep your usual color scheme,” Jazz said calmly, “It’s like your signature.”

“Danny?” Marinette asked pointedly. 

He thought for a moment and the grinned saying, “Can I get a cape?”

The girls rolled their eyes, and Jason put his head in his hand. But Marinette just beamed and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

(Who should Marinette design for next?! Comment your requests)

[maribat-staturdays]

Fandom Discussion/Poll: Should a New Name be adopted for the MLB x DC Fandom?

This question comes about from one originally posed in this post that has gained a decent chunk of attention. It is the best one to lead into 2025.

This is a topic that has been discussed with parties' multiple times. The shared interest in finding a more inclusive name to use for the fandom as a whole comes from the following.

Maribat and Adribat are umbrella terms for ships of Marinette and Adrien respectfully.

Adopting a new fandom name is not without its drawbacks and fair amount of displeasure. All of which are valid.

Giving the fandom a name that better suits the crossover in entirety can help it not feel as much like it is confided to a corner as newcomers may see. It would open the door to the vast collection of characters that can used.

Final things before the poll, two names were suggested as potential candidates.

Mirabat

Combines Miraculous with Batman

Would match the current subsections well

Alternatively, it would work as a good name for non-Marinette and Adrien ships

MDC

Combines Miraculous straight to DC

Nods to Marinette's initials

Due to it already being a tag, it would be problematic but still fitting

Here's a compiled thought...

Combine both suggestions into MiraDC or something similar.

It keeps the same vibe as the ship naming trend of cutting names, specifically some taking all their name plus part of the other.

It also would be a completely new tag -> If used on Ao3, it would make finding fandom works from 2025 and beyond easier. -> It would help get more non Maribat and Adribat specific ideas seen by the fandom

It shows newcomers what fandoms can be found within our crossover

Ultimately, it is up to the fandom.

This is by no means saying go change all the old pieces to have the new name and retag everything that has been already made. That would be utterly ridiculous.

This would be something implemented moving forward. If they want, existing blogs and other spaces can change their names to match.

The only way this will work is if the fandom comes together to spread the news and make an effort to try it out. There is a potential that a wave of content all using a new tag could catch wind of new fandom goers which would be beneficial to all.

Leave your thoughts below or in a reblog and give the poll an answer to help with the follow up of this!

[queenz-z]

Masterlist

-in this story it’s gonna start off with the batfam going to a jagged stone concert in line

-and all you see are adrinette speed waking aggressively .. (like those blogger mom’s who speed walk around the neighborhood)

so they’re going in the line and marinette being herself is like “oh no, we’re so late i can’t believe..”

and then she’s also talking to herself muttering about all the things she has to do

so then she’s turns to adrien which is holding a backpack right next to her (they’re about to enter the backstage special doors)

so then she’s like “phone?“

and then adrien hands the phone confirming by saying phone back

and then she’s like “cookies” for tikki?”

and then adrien confirms by saying “cookies.”

and then she’s like “backstage passes?”

and then he goes “backstage pa- oh.”

“what do you mean by ‘oh’?” Marinette says, passive aggressively.

and then she’s like “Don’t tell me you forgot the passes.”

and like marinette is mad more like upset

and then she’s like yk what it’s okay we can just ask the security guy

and then she’s like oh we lost our tickets

but like the guys probably heard that a thousand times from people trying to break in so he’s like no

so then she’s like okay fine i’ll call someone

and she’s calls penny explaining what happened and then

penny comes gives the pass and leads them inside

batfam go backstage to be meet adrinette with marinette

speed walking again (i meant chasing down jagged) saying “i’m not done jagged, you can still see the thread.”

and jaggeds trying to escape mari by saying “nettie it’s fine rock n roll.” or something

and then the batfam is like who is she

and then tim’s like omg MDC

okay so i’m getting lazy rn so basically they meet and then

boom bam sibling daminette or something idc what it is i just need a plot twist

someone can write this, continue, make a better story out of this plot, i don’t mind just give me tags/credits

my ao3 is in bio

[kawaiichibiart]

I don't think it'd be weird, especially if we get more and more people using characters besides Marinette, and eventually Adrien (I may be an Adribat fan but I do want other characters to be in the spotlight), for the crossover.

I would like to say another potential name, tho it is kinda ironic.

MDC.

Because I personally always associate the Maribat and Adribat tags as Miraculous x Batman/BatFam and not Miraculous x DC. Yes you can see other DC heroes in those fics, but the majority always center around Batman/BatFam. I could be reading a bio!dad Clark Kent fic where Marinette is half Kryptonian and where's it under? Superbug? Nope. Maribat.

However, if we go Miraculous x DC, or MDC for short (we drop the "x" in the shorter name)...it leaves the door open for people who want to make a Miraculous x DC crossover but don't want to get into Maribat.

Does anyone else think that as the crossover fandom of DC x Miraculous (MLB) has expanded the name of the fandom should actually be Mirabat?

I understand that the fandom started as a Marinette ship (Daminette) and then expanded to other Marinette ships, however, as the fandom stands now, more characters are getting a focus in the crossover universe instead of Marinette.

Dedication to Adrien focused fics in DC x MLB has adopted the name Adribat and honestly has a different tone than Maribat tends to have.

Would it be weird to call the collective fandom Mirabat and allow there to be the subsections of Maribat and Adribat in it, seeing as Adribat feels as though it is going to pick up momentum?

I'd love to hear thoughts that those in the Maribat and Adribat spheres have on this. (P.S. I'm not saying rename the fandom cause it's been established for so long. Just curious of the what-if)

[liquid-luck-00]

Fashion Show

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 7: Fashion Show

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Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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For the last three days in Marinette‘s break the main Batman family traveled to Paris. One they were going to set up Tim in WE Paris branch, and two they’re going to enroll Damian in school alongside Mari. However they had planned a small surprise for their favorite little bug.

They had gotten seats for the final two shows Paris fashion week. The last two shows being of Audrey Bourgeois and MDC.

However they weren’t prepared that when the day of the fashion show came around they were suddenly unable to find Marinette anywhere.

To say that they were worried that, they had lost their sister, was an understatement. The fact that most of them wanted to suit up to look for her may have been an over exaggeration but was totally plan A. However luckily for everyone involved, or really thank you Tikki for telling Mari to send a text to her family saying that she’ll meet them at the show so that they wouldn’t go running off and jumping off rooftops.

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"Mari you really should be going the show is going to start and your family is going to be wondering why you weren’t there with them" Tikki prompted

"besides Audrey is the opening the show and she said that she would take it care of Your show too while you are with your family" Tikki gave her a knowing look before continuing "as originally you were going to still be in Gotham."

"Sigh do your right Tikki" she conceded to the little goddess "OK just this last little thing and done! OK I’ll just leave everything set up and then I’ll go out to the show. Oh wait I just need to leave this one piece for Audrey!"

She did just that, she had created a special golden, jewel encrusted rose that would be placed on Audreys signature sun hat and a matching gown for her finale/entrance of the show. Marinette could not believe it this is her first entire fashion line and show , granted it was under her pseudo name MDC, but that didn’t mean she didn’t work any less hard on all of these clothes. The only thing was that she would not be making an appearance on stage. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t going to be a signature at the end.

"Where have you been!" Dick almost yelled when he finally saw her coming from backstage.

"Well Audrey had asked me to come over" she answered with a shrug.

"As in the designer whose show is about to start" Damian answered in a bored tone, but she didn't miss the squint of his eyes daring her to back down from what he must have assumed was a lie.

"She had offered me an internship a while back and well I declined it at the time but I still work with her from time to time She’s even wearing a piece of mine for her entrance.

Then as the show began she shushed the boys "it’s starting” she whispered pushing them to the seats. Mari was still quick flash to pull out her sketchbook and throughout the show she took note of all the beautiful designs for later, taking notes to ask her about them later but importantly pieces of inspiration for her to use in later designs.

Between the two shows there was a break in order to change theme and the stage and everything else so that was when Audrey came out.

"Minnette it was pleasure to work with you again your piece was a huge hit if I do say so myself. Oh and who is this now?" She had all finally looked up and seen Bruce as well as his boys and Mari behind that Audrey couldn’t help but be impressed by the suits that they all wore.

"Ohh she let out a small laugh "I should introduce you guys. Audrey this is my biological father, Bruce, and my half brother, Damian, as well as Bruce’s adoptive sons Richard, Jason, and Tim." She pointed to each of the boys and her father respectively and then she saw Audrey‘s calculating eyes glimmer behind her sunglasses and.

'Gasp' "Marinette Dupain-Cheng or should I now say Marinette Wayne really you never told me." she feigned being hurt "Well no matter" she waved it off "I need to help MDC set up a few final things for her show. Now you will be staying for it?"

"Yes we plan on staying for the show" Bruce replied with a smile.

Then Tim spoke up excited "wait do you know who MDC really is I am dying to know who they are. I can’t find any trace of their identity anywhere and I’ve searched."

At this Audrey gave her a small discreet wink from behind her glasses "well it’s not my place to say, now, but I doubt she’ll be keeping it a secret much longer goodbye" she said turning on her heel towards the back stage.

That’s when Tim turned onto Mari "Bean if you work with the Audrey Bourgeois do you know who MDC is? Please, please, please tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me." Tim was begging.

That was when Jason covered his mouth "As fun as it is to hear you beg. You really let Bluebell speak and you need a breathe, or do you want me to knock you out instead? That way we actually all have some quiet for the rest of the evening." Jason discreetly threatened.

"Is it really that hard to figure it out?" she hummed to herself "Because I thought it was obvious." she looked at them.

"Wait so you do know" Tim questioned her again "can you tell me?"

"After the show Timmy" she said as the lights dimmed once again. As the show was coming to an end she made her 'debut'.

Out walked a hologram projection of herself, except no eyes or mouth, and faded from a red head and torso to black hands, feet, and hair. Her hair in a braid laying over her shoulder and was wearing a simple haltered maxi dress following the same color pattern but in reverse. In the black of the dress were embroidered a swarm of bats concentrated in the solid part of the color, the same in the red but with ladybugs. The hologram walked the runway bowed and faded away at the end of the runaway, ending the show.

It wasn't until they reached the apartment she, Tim, and Damian will be living in that they spoke up.

"So do all fashion shows end in such a dramatic way or is it only MDC?" Jason asked.

"Why not a fan of Dramatics Jay?" Mari asked

"Are you joking Little Bat that was amazing!" Dick supplied. if will say the dress at the end was an odd statement. "Damian added.

"Really I didn't think so" Mari countered.

"Bats and Ladybugs weren't an odd combination" he challenged.

"Nope" she only supplied.

"It was a bit Mini" Bruce finally added.

"Okay this is all a thrilling discussion, but Mari who is MDC?" Tim burst.

"Really, still haven't figured it out" she said confused. "I guess you guys need to renounce the title of 'World's Best Detectives'"

"What do you. You!!! You're MDC!!!" Tim finally shouted.

"Took you long enough boy genius." she smirked.

Next

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[heyitsbugette]

“Court of Miracles” Maribat AU - Part 1. (Concept)

Adrien as Chat Noir starts getting a lot more of responsibilities once Ladybug becomes Fu's successor, which helps him grow up as a hero, taking his responsibilities much more seriously than before. Now he's training in order to be the next guardian in case something dare to happen to his partner. Viperion is their right-hand man in many cases because of his knowledge about all the timelines.

Both Luka and Marinette come with a lot of contingency plans, while Kagami leads the combat training with the help of the new turtle; Adrien however recruits Gorilla and Félix as temporary heroes. Wayzz for the man and both Trixx and Mullo for his cousin now that Alya was deemed on probation on her position as well as Nino.

Gorilla knows Chat Noir secret identity and became the team support once he found out all of them are basically kids, of course he is furious on behalf of his new proteges, wanting to impale Hawkmoth himself to make him pay for his crimes. And as Tortue Bouclier he is no fool, Gabriel Agreste as the cold calculative bussines man would never hire a simple bodyguard to protect his only son, no. Mr. Gaston Du Bellay is skilled in many martial arts, of course he’s gonna teach them.

Félix as Resilience is the sneaky agent, holder of both the Fox and the mouse, he spies on their enemies and steal when is necessary. Basically, he is their oracle, the one with the connections, cold enough to use them on benefit of the greater good.

However, by the time team miraculous forms the "Court of miracles", using their wealth in order to found their investigation towards capturing Hawkmoth. Adrien, Chloe and Kagami use part of their money in order to found akuma shelters and safe spaces as donations. Félix, Marinette as her fashion designer's alter ego MDC and Luka once he became a Rockstar alongside Jagged Stone use their new fortune into their team bases undercover down the bakery.

Neither Anarka nor the Dupain Chengs seems to be the type of parents who take over their child’s money, and is safer for Marinette and Luka to be the ones to spend their money on their resources.

Gaston is the one to make all the paperwork to lead the finances away from the kids, as a precaution to lead them away of suspicion on their secret identities.

By the time all of them starts to get serious the Justice League wants to unify forces with them by Wonder Woman orders and Batman concerns, but Aquaman is the one to stop them, claiming is better to be smart about it, he knows better that anyone else that Plagg is capable of Cataclysm all of them if their actions endanger his chosen.

Luka suspects of Bruce as the Batman because their songs are so much alike to ignore, however his target is Alfred, not Bruce. Mr. Pennyworth as a former snake holder is the only one who can train Viperion, so he comes to Gotham with Félix in order to meet him.

Félix already know the Waynes, as he is friends with Damian. So, is not too strange for him to come visit sometimes. He can tag Couffaine along with him to recruit the butler.

Now Alfred Pennywoth enters the game way early than the Justice Leage suspects a thing.

[the-fusionist]

There’s Blood on His Mouth (1)

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is welcome! Special thanks to the Maribat Fandom Group Chat for all the encouragement!  I will continue to update this story, as there are already several chapters written out. If you would like to be added to the tag list, just tell me! I’m super nervous about this, but here we go!

Chapter 1 (Here)     Chapter 2

To say the least, Damian al-Ghul Wayne didn’t expect to see Ladybug swinging her legs as she sat on top of the adjacent building to Wayne Enterprises. The location was private and made for a good stake out spot where she remained unseen to the commuters below. She was admiring the smoky view of an early Gotham morning while sipping coffee from a ladybug themed thermos she had brought up with her, before she abruptly turned around and smirked at him.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, Robin,” she smiled smugly. 

He stood behind her, in the shadows as always. Damian swept his gaze over her unearthly blue-bell eyes, red mouth, and ebony hair. Her mask was in place, the black spots coordinating with her suit. 

Realizing he was staring, Damian cleared his throat, “What gave you the assumption that my aim was to ambush you?”

“Your unwillingness to announce yourself, but I do suppose that’s normal for you,” Ladybug quipped back at him, smiling deviously.

“As you should know perfectly well,” he replied stoically.

She sighed and turned back to the view, “I suppose you win this round of our arguments.”

Damian said nothing and walked out into the light, and stood behind her. His eyes were drawn to her adorable pigtails, although he would never admit he found them cute. His gloved hands slowly found their way to the red scrunchies holding her hair up and slowly removed them. They gave way and her hair came loose into lustrous, midnight waves.

She turned around to him from her perch on the edge of the building, pouting, “I have an important appointment after this, and you just ruined my hair. Naughty Robin.”

His blush rose at her last comment, but he was quick to reply with, “As if you care.”

When she gave no response, he slowly sat down next to her. To his mute shock, his long time friend (although he would never admit they were more) leaned onto his shoulder. 

Both of them had a complicated relationship with the other. They couldn’t deny attraction, but both had agreed they couldn’t endanger their alter egos by having such a relationship. So they rarely had any sort of intimacy and their identities would remain a guarded secret. Not that it ever stopped them from enjoying the other’s company. 

Damian slowly leaned back into her, until their masked frames were resting against each other against the rather smoky backdrop of a Gotham morning. He felt her lean away, and he stiffened in disappointment. 

“I actually do have an appointment though. I can’t stay much longer, but I was in the area and I figured you would turn up,” Ladybug told him.

“Liar. I know you memorized my patrol route, Angel,” he smiled, something he rarely did in the presence of others.

“No matter, you showed up anyway. I do have to leave though, I don’t want to be late,” she added, blushing at the nickname. 

  Damian merely sighed, and he felt her shift next to him. He automatically assumed she was leaving, and he turned his head towards her to bid her farewell. However, he didn’t expect to come into contact with her mesmerizing blue eyes just as they shut and her blood red lips pressed awkwardly into his. 

He sputtered, shocked at the attention and pulled away. She did the same and he watched, mesmerized at her captivating face framed by her midnight locks.

She blushed furiously, rambling, “I was trying to kiss your cheek. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward. I didn’t mean it Robin, I’m so sorry!”

Her sputtering stopped abruptly as he cupped her face with his gloved hands and leaned in, whispering, “Don’t be.”

Their faces were close, gazing into each other’s eyes. But then Robin came closer. His mouth met her’s and their eyes shut peacefully. Damian's gloved fingers slid languidly into her loose hair, further making a mess of it, as she pressed herself closer to him. Her hands ran over his suit that she often referred to as a traffic light costume. As he gently tugged her hair, their kiss became more carnal and she pried open his mouth with her tongue. She moaned into his mouth and moved to straddle him as he pulled the two of them away from the edge of the building. 

They were basking in each other’s presence when Robin’s comms beeped loudly to life, startling the two of them. They gasped for air as they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Both of them were a mess, with mussed hair and Ladybug’s lipstick smeared on the two of them. Robin checked to see what the alert was. He cursed as he read the message from Alfred, reminding him that he needed to appear at Wayne Enterprises in a few hours to review some files with Master Tim. He scowled at the message.

Next to him, Ladybug had flipped open her yoyo and was checking the time with her matching thermos in her other hand.

“Shit!” she cursed, “I need to go right now or else I’m going to be late for my appointment! Au revoir Robin!”

He watched mutely as she swung away, having mixed feelings about their kiss. However, there wasn’t enough time to dwell on it. The red scrunchies that she had previously worn lay discarded on the building’s roof. He quickly grabbed them and slid them onto his wrist, making a mental note to return them. Damian rose from his position on the roof of the building and began his hasty journey back to Wayne Manor to get changed into something more acceptable for a visit to a billion dollar company. After all, he didn’t want to disappoint Father and be late. 

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[bzz75]

A New Start ch.11

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chapter 11

Jason pov

‘So how do I break it to Bruce about Mari and me?’ (knocks on door) “Hey B so a little or should I say big birdy said that we have someone coming to the manor in a month? And someone else said that as well. Is it true?”

“Jason…yes someone is invited as a guest. Please stop. As you can see, I have a pile of work that needs to be done. I do not need another Damian scenario about the upcoming guest.” Bruce said tiredly

“One more thing. Is this guest somehow related to MDC because if so we need to talk” Jason said in a serious tone. At the notion of this Bruce straighten himself up and gave his undivided attention at the topic.

“What do you know about MDC?” Bruce said staring in Jason’s eyes.

“Funny thing is that. MDC, Marinette is my honorary sister.” Jason said trying to avoid Bruce’s eyes.

“Explain”

“So, remember last year when I went to Europe for a mission. Well…I sort of had to go into hiding and I went to Paris.” Bruce nodded. “So when I was in Paris, apparently they have a supervillain that is terrorizing the city and the local superhero ‘Ladybug’ is handling him.”

“Wait there is a supervillain in Paris. How was I not aware of that?” Bruce deadpanned.

“Exactly!! So, I found Ladybug, who by the way is Damian’s age. I was furious who puts that on a child except you Bruce. So, the reason was ‘The Justice League heroes have emotion and Hawkmoth is a villain who uses the negative emotions of people either sad, depressed, lonely, stressed, or angry. We cannot have that happen to the JLA hero’s because I don’t know if I can defeat them’ which I understood but didn’t so as the Red Hood I am helping her defeat Hawkmoth. And she would like me to intervene if the JLA starts to be in Paris or anything revolving with Paris. Also, she already talked to Wonderwoman. But I did convince her to accept outside help from us if we do not go to Paris.” Jason said explaining the circumstances in Paris.

“Understood, I will have Tim do a full scan of Paris so we can arrest this Hawkmoth villain. And Jason when something like this happens. It is appreciated that you tell me” Bruce said agreeing to the terms.

“So, exploring Paris I saw a teenager (Marinette) getting bullied by her peers. So, I intervened and put a stop to it. Out of the kindness of her heart, she grabbed me by the arm and took me to her family’s bakery. Don’t tell Alfred this but it was delicious.” Jason looked at Bruce in the eyes stating that it was better than Alfred’s.

“So, the parents of Mari asked who I was and I told them that I was a tourist from America. And somehow, they asked me about my childhood-good job Bruce-so they made me their honorary son since I am too old to be adopted. Which made me spend two months with the family and connect with Mari who I cherish more than anyone in the world” Jason said.

“So, you are the honorary son of the Dupain-Cheng’s and Mari is your sister. Which you have been hiding from everyone.” Bruce summarized

“Yeah, basically. And why are Dick and the replacement obsessing over who MDC is? I was literally ambushed by them when I told them about my jacket”

“Dick and Tim have this ongoing bet between the two of them trying to see who can get an MDC original first. So, the last gala that I attended Jagged Stone was there and he gave me his contact in case if I decide to host a charity concert. And his niece Marinette did not put that she was MDC in her application so Jagged was worried that she will not get accepted. Also, I would like to test Dick and Tim to see if they can figure out that Ms. Dupain-Cheng is MDC.” Bruce said fondly.

“Before I leave, Bruce do NOT try to adopt Marinette. Also, if she starts to feel unwelcome or hurt I will not be afraid to shoot someone.” Jason threatened while he promptly left. ‘So now, how do I make Dick look like a complete dick?’

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2 | a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Part 2 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

Tim came rushing into the Batcave with an armful of papers which he dumped by the computer in front of Jason. "I remember now. Why her name was so familiar."

"Lila Rossi's?" Jason looked up at him. Ever since the news blew up, Tim had been visibly restless, like the whole ordeal was a mind-boggling case. Though Jason, too, couldn't quell his own curiosity.

"No, that girl she supposedly killed. Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Tim pulled out a folder from the bottom of the pile and slapped it on top. Jason caught the same name on the case's title. "Her death two years ago was a cold case I found. Damn it, why didn't Damian tell me?"

"And you solved it?"

Tim huffed out. "No, I didn't have the time to go back to cold cases again and it kind of got buried with the other ones."

Jason opened up the folder with one hand and skimmed the content. Both Lila and the 'Marinette' girl were from Paris—he remembered how the media was raving on about the death being a mystery, and Lila, Lilia Ross, must've been involved in it. Of course, there wasn't definite proof as all rumors went.

On the corner of the paper, there was a stapled photo: a girl of East Asian descent, with dark hair and blue eyes. She wore a knit sweater, beaming at the camera with her hands clasped on the strap of her bag.

Just then, Jason heard a ping, followed by a curse from Tim.

"Lilia Ross just posted a video." In an instant, he was right by Jason's side so he could see it too. "Looks like she's addressing the accusations."

"Why would she do that?" Jason knew Bruce got all sorts of backlash too, but not once did he ever seriously address all the rumors since that would be equivalent to admitting they were true.

"Honestly this isn't something she can actually ignore. It blew up pretty badly and the online market is important for her business."

Jason looked at the video in scrutiny. Lilia Ross' setup was simple but still put together: there were brand products displayed in her background along with trinkets on the shelves reminiscent of Paris. The brunette's face seemed solemn, but he couldn't get a read if it was forced or not. The title of the video was short, all caps, bordering on being click-baity—'MY MESSAGE TO EVERYONE...'

"Hi everyone," Lilia managed a small smile. "Recently it has come to my attention that an anonymous poster broadcasted that I'm a suspect for murder. I didn't want to talk about it at first, but I decided to tell everyone the truth not for my sake but for the sake of everyone who was affected by that incident."

"Her name is. . ." She paused as if choked up suddenly. "Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was my friend and classmate in collége and lycée back in Paris. Two years ago, she . . . she passed away—they found her near Pont des Arts. We were told it was suicide."

Lilia took a deep breath and her eyes glazed over. Jason wanted to think that she actually looked remorseful. "Well, I should say her parents didn't say anything else other than that so we were kind of left in the dark about the details. But all of us—our class was really close—we're still grieving. If I knew she was hurting that badly, I . . . I would've done something before it was too late. Marinette was a kindhearted girl and we all loved—love—her. She was taken away from us too early."

Her expression shifted from sad to silent rage. "That's why I can't stand people using her name for this useless sensationalism. This is hurting her close friends, her family, everyone who knew her. Please don't bring her up again; give her some peace. She doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. And please think twice before spreading awful rumors about something so serious."

Jason tore his attention away from the video to look at Tim, who had his lips pursed, thinking deeply. Tim set down his phone. "The facts add up with Marinette's case file, but she's lying."

Tim opened up the folder again. "It's true that the police ruled it out as a suicide and there's still a lot of mystery surrounding her death. But based on what I've gathered, Lilia—er, Lila—and Marinette weren't friends."

"What do you mean?"

Tim picked up another folder, showing Marinette's school record. "According to this file, there were some reports of Marinette bullying her classmates, some issues of theft, blackmail, cheating . . . Lila made it seem like she was likable to everyone, which doesn't seem to be the case."

"But if Lila's intention of making the video was to partly clear her own name, obviously she won't badmouth Marinette." Jason frowned.

His brother shrugged. "Yeah, I thought that too. I'm not pointing at Lila as a likely suspect in this, actually. This case is so confusing that if there was actually an answer to it that makes sense, I doubt a then nineteen-year-old girl would've pulled it off by herself."

He sighed exasperatedly. "But then again, anyone could've been the culprit, and that includes Lila."

"Wait, so you're sure it's not suicide then?"

Another presence suddenly entered the cave. Judging by the soft humming, Jason figured that Dick was home from Bludhaven.

The eldest strolled into the room, hands casually in his pockets. "Hey, Alfie told me you guys were down here!" He greeted. "Did you guys see that accusation on Lilia Ross? That was crazy."

Jason stared at him. "You follow Lilia Ross?"

"I see her stuff here and there—I'm not a boomer, you know."

"So you know about everything then." Tim turned to the computer next. "We're investigating the case."

"What case?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng's death," Jason replied. "It's one of Replacement's cold cases and Lilia Ross is tied to it."

"So it wasn't suicide?" Dick walked towards the table, eyeing the papers scattered around. "Hold on, tell us everything. From the beginning."

Like the cop he was, Jason could tell that Dick was showing interest in the case as well. If it wasn't something Tim could crack right off the bat, it must be that difficult. Tim began typing things into the large computer, pulling out the case files in digital form to show the two of them.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, only child and daughter to Thomas Dupain and Sabine Cheng, who own a bakery in Paris. She died when she was just eighteen years old." Tim presented a few pictures. "Attended Francois Dupont in collége and lycée, the same one Lilia Ross went to . . . they were also classmates with a few other notable people: model Juleka Couffaine, physicist Max Kante, the current director of the Louvre, Alix Kubdel, and others. She had a perfect record up until the end of collége when she started getting tardies and absences, then she had three cases of theft, two of cheating and a few reports of bullying and harassment in lycée. She got suspended twice because of that."

He switched to another file. "And then . . . her death. April sixteenth of their last year in school. Locals found her body in Pont des Arts, near the foot of the bridge. The investigation only lasted about three days, but the police declared it a suicide despite the fact that there was no note found, no signs of tendencies before that day. I don't know if it was her parents' decision, but they didn't investigate any further."

Jason shifted on his seat. There was no clear picture of the body, only a blurry photo taken from far away, showing a motionless figure lying on the bridge, with police tape serving as its barrier. She was still young .  . .

Tim's expression turned grim. "Apart from that, here's where it gets weird. Her parents consented for an autopsy and I dug around for the file. They found nothing significant."

"Nothing significant?" Dick echoed.

"As in nothing. No marks on her skin, no sign of injury, no organ failure, no traces of drugs or poison anywhere, no fingerprints, no DNA other than hers." Tim clenched his jaw. "Nothing. Which means . . ."

"They didn't know the cause of death," Jason continued for him.

"Yes, but she was deceased. Only they didn't find out how and they couldn't even estimate the time of death."

"Maybe the coroner faked the report?" Dick suggested.

Jason crossed his arms. "Yeah, but if they wanted to cover up something, then they would've written a fake cause of death, right?"

"Exactly," Tim agreed. "Literally all it says on paper is 'no significant findings. Cause of death unknown'. That's all!"

"So if they don't know the cause of death and there was no note . . . they can't just say it was suicide," Dick concluded.

"Could they just have missed something?" Jason asked Tim.

"That's a possibility, but I'm not convinced it's a suicide with so many things unaccounted for. An accident or suicide would've left some kind of clue, which this case lacks. With evidence this meticulously covered up, it must be predetermined. Homicide."

"Is that why Lilia Ross was accused?" Dick wondered out loud.

"According to the anonymous post, she allegedly tormented Marinette which makes her a suspect in her death," Tim explained. "There's no evidence pointing to her though. Like I said, there's no evidence at all. Since the investigation period was so short, the police never questioned anyone other than her parents so even if her classmates had something to say about it, there was never a record."

"What about the cameras?" Dick said.

Tim looked a tad bit insulted. "You think I didn't check?"

He quickly opened up more files, video feeds of the day of the incident. The cameras didn't quite give a clear view of the bridge itself, only the roads on either side of it. "No sightings of Marinette or anything weird. Before, during and after the body was found . . . just a small crowd from the commotion. Marinette was last seen alive the morning before, but the cameras caught her going home but not going out after."

Jason searched the feed for anything out of the ordinary but unsurprisingly, nothing stood out for him. "What about her parents? What did they say?"

"They . . . they said Marinette was always stressed out and busy but they never thought she'd resort to suicide. She seemed normal the day before," Tim answered solemnly. "They saw her coming back home but didn't catch her leaving, but apparently she had a habit of sneaking out sometimes."

They all fell silent, seemingly at a loss on how to resolve all their questions. Jason couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing because it all appeared like the impossible did in fact happen. How did she get to the bridge? How did she even die? If there was a killer then why would they . . .?

Then Jason noticed Tim looking at him.

"What?"

"Bruce only asked me to look into this. Why are you so invested?" Tim leaned against the table.

"Why does the reason matter?"

"Like . . . I'd expect you to say something like 'leave the dead to rest in peace' or something like that."

Jason snorted. "First of all, as the spokesperson of the dead, I wouldn't say something like that. More like 'the dead need the living to bring justice for them.'" He averted his gaze. "And secondly, I want to know more. No, I want the truth because . . . because I think I've seen Marinette before."

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Daminette  December Day 2: «Blind Date»

Upd: quick sketch with daminette at the end.

Dick frowned, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips in a thin line. He was sadly looking at Marinette, a charming little french girl sitting opposite him, who tirelessly embroidered a pattern on the breast pocket of a black jacket. The neat embroidery every second more and more resembled a tiny robin holding a sprig of mountain ash in his beak. The bird proudly raised its head, cracked protectively, and spread its wings in the attack.

Netti smiled tiredly, lovingly looking at the almost ready gift for Damian.

Dark bags lay under the half-closed sleepy eyes, the girl's face haggled and turned pale, and her hands trembled nervously with fatigue. Mari nervously clutched a needle with her punched fingers, making a new interestingly curved golden line. Girl felt that the plaster on her finger was starting to peel off, so she hastened to finish the job by carefully making the last knot. Raising the finished jacket to the level of her eyes, she sighed happily, right after this starting yawning desperately. From the contemplation of the finished work, she was distracted by an indignant sigh nearby.

Turning her head in confusion toward sound, she slowly blinked tiredly at the eldest of the Wayne's brothers. Richard brought his face closer to her, shaking his head in disappointment.

«Pixie, when was the last time you slept?», — he asked sadly.

Mari bashfully lowered her head, looking down.

«Some time ago.?», — she answered uncertainly, biting her lip nervously.

Grayson shook his head crushingly and clicked in displeasure.

He adored Marinette, she was damn sunny, but her desire to harm herself was simply unthinkable. Now, for example, she spent a week working on a gift for Damian for the anniversary of the two years of their friendship. Dick knew that Damian also planned something and could not help, but be touched by their mutual relations and loyalty to each other, but this had to be stopped.

_Immediately. _

Do not get his intentions wrong, he was happy for his little brother, who seemed to be a completely different person with the advent of his new friend, but… This was simply wrong. They spent all time together, and even when they were not nearby, all their words and actions were for each other. This urgently needed to be fixed before they became dependent and who, if not Dick, could come up with a solution to the situation?

Smiling radiantly at the idea that came to his mind, Grayson laid a hand on the girl's head, gently patting her hair.

«Okay, so be it, baby girl, for now you can go to sleep. But remember, tomorrow you will leave all day free, I have a surprise!»

Mari grumbled displeasedly, protesting with all her nature.

«But, Dick, I have to talk to Dami and-»

«No «buts», young lady!», — Grayson indignantly put his hand on his hips, grimacing, — «I have a surprise and you will see it! Plus, it will be useful for you to take a break from Damian, so come on. Go to bed, get enough sleep and be ready tomorrow at nine in the morning!», — He shook his forefinger infront her face and smiled fervently, pushing her toward the stairs.

When the young Dupain-Cheng disappeared from sight, he grabbed the phone and quickly began the search. He urgently needed someone who would be the same age as Damian, but at the same time did not resemble him, and was good enough for Netti. It will be a long research…

The next day, Marinette woke up due to a happy buzzing near her. Opening her eyes, the girl saw an excited Tikki next to her.

«You woke up! Are you feeling well? Did you get enough sleep?»,— asked kwami excitedly.

Marie giggled at her friend's emotionality, but sadly admitted that it was not entirely surprising. In recent days, she was making her kwami, who kindly tried to help her, worrying too often.

«It's alright, Tikki, I'm fine!», — the girl stroked the little goddess with two fingers over the black speck on her head, receiving a happy hum in response.

«That's wonderful! Are you ready for the day?»

«I'm not sure, to be honest. What about Dami?», — Netti asked uncertainly.

«Mari, you know that he’s right! You almost never left the house and talked mostly only with Damian! You two need a break.»

The girl bit her lip thoughtfully, but immediately brushed aside all doubts.

«You're right, as always, Tikki! Does this mean that we should start packing for Dick's surprise?»

She smiled slyly and excitedly hastened to wash herself. Dick's surprises have never been bad!

Apparently, not today…

«Blind date?», — asked Marinette, trying to hide the shock reflected on her face.

«Exactly! You are perfect for each other! He’s not dangerous, take my word for it, I made Tim check the unfortunate kid from A to Z!», — Grayson smiled proudly, winking playfully.

«That's not the point…», — Marie softly muttered, — «I just don't know if it's worth it», — she grimaced, remembering how she always was afraid of such kind of dates. Scheduled meetings were not for her, she preferred to meet someone by chance, by the will of fate.

«Of course it's worth it! Come on, Pixie pop, what are you losing?», — Richard smiled supportively, putting his hand on the young woman’s shoulder. Silence was an answer for him, — «Please, Netti!».

«Well…», — she swallowed nervously.

«Just for me?», — Dick immediately made puppy eyes, making a meek girl’s heart tremble.

«Good. But only for you»

As it turned out later, it wasn’t necessary to go on this date even for Dick’s sake. No, don’t you think that, guy wasn't bad, not at all, but very much the other way round, he was perfect. Perfect even for the gnashing of teeth. There wasn’t any thing that trey're disagree at. It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

Bridd was an exact copy of Marinette, they even looked like damn twins, for God's sake. Perhaps their only difference was that he engaged in the design of premises and did not understand anything in clothes.

The date was pretty much moody, Netti was feeling like choking, she was able to cram almost nothing into herself, and the goodbye with her «date» was so awkward that the girl wanted to fall underground.

Silently entering the Wayne estate, she quietly closed the door behind her and started tiredly removing her shoes from her legs. She would now like to be near Damian, to forget all the embarrassment of this evening…

«Angel?», — a frightened voice was heard.

Looking up, Marinette faced Damian and Titus. Looking at the young man's face, she realized that he had recently frowned. The girl smiled, feeling the familiar warm hands that clasped her, holding her tightly to him. An excited Tit was brought nearby, and Mari laughed softly.

«Oh, you are such a good boy, aren't you?»

Soon the girl was lowered onto a soft bed, carefully covering with a blanket and clutching in a hug.

«I missed you so much, Dami…», — she mumbled weakly.

«Me too, habibiti, me too», — the man quietly kissed her forehead, gently sorting out tangled hair. Marinette yawned tiredly and pressed closer to Damian's chest, feeling totally calm.

Yes, everything is finally as it should be.

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Just Another Class Trip :)  Part 2

Marinette sacrifices Adrien and then steals his alter ego.

First<>Next

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With the help of the staff Marinette is directed to the room she will be sharing with Chloe and Kagami. It was meant to be two to a room, but yada yada Lila yada yada medical condition yada yada tears= Lila gets her own room.

“Marinette,” Kagami spots her first, rising from the couch.

“Mari!” Chloe vaults over the couch and hug tackles her, Marinette barely moves an inch, “You should have heard all the shit Lila was saying on the way here, you’d think it be enough she got the class to leave you behind!”

“Perhaps it’s best if you do not,” Kagami pulls Chloe off her, “You didn’t answer your phone,”

“Flat,”

“Bags?”

“Stolen,”

“Lila?”

“Probably,”

“Well lucky for you housekeeping dropped this by earlier,” Chloe hands her a box, inside filled with essential items, tooth brush, hair brush, even a pair of pyjamas, along with a note

‘Courtesy of the Waynes, for Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng’

“Must be a generic package,” She had shrugged off the bellhops earlier saying her bags were lost.

“Well since you don’t have to unpack, help me with this,” Chloe leads her over to their kitchen that might actually be bigger than her houses.

On the counter beauty products are lined up along with random ingredients.

“We’re making face masks!”

“Correction, Chloe is making face masks,” Kagami scolds, “I argued that sleep would be more effective,”

“And yet you didn’t go to sleep,” Chloe teases, mashing up avocado.

“Well not without you,” Kagami smirks, making Chloe blush, but it’s not like her to back down.

“Awe, you’d wait for me~” Chloe relishes in the blush dusting Kagami’s cheeks.

Marinette dry heaves, wondering how long they were going to keep pretending to flirt like this, each too stubborn to back down. They have been doing this more and more recently, great that they were more comfortable around each other but…

“How about we go to bed,” Marinette disturbs their challenging stares.

“Not without Kagami,”

“I already used that one,”

“I never said we’d use the bed for sleeping~”

“Hey!” Her exclamation doesn’t get them to drop their staring contest, “Do either of you know what room Adrien is in?”

“End of the hall,” They both answer, not looking at her.

“Great,” Marinette hastily grabs her bag and the box, she could get ready in Adrien’s room, away from the weirdness.

She practically runs down the hall, ignoring her Kwami’s snickering.

“Mari!” Adrien throws the door open for her, “Did everything go ok, you didn’t answer your phone, you look upset,”

“Sorted everything out with security no problems, Phones dead, Bag stolen,” She plops down on the couch next to Nino, “Chlo and Kags are driving me crazy,”

“How long have you been back?” She looks down at her watch.

“Three minutes,”

“Are they doing that thing again?” Adrien, Kwami bless him hands her a mug of coffee.

“Yep,” She takes a sip from the mug, she retracts that blessing “Betrayal! This isn’t coffee!”

“It’s hot chocolate,” Adrien is in the kitchen fixing another mug, “You need to go to bed, and coffee will keep you up,”

No she needed to go on patrol, and a coffee is vital to her surviving it.

“What’s up with Chloe and Kagami?” Nino takes off his headphones.

“They started teasing each other by jokingly flirting but their both too stubborn to back down,“ Marinette sighs, downing half the mug of hot chocolate so she can get herself a damn coffee, "So they get uncomfortable then we get uncomfortable and its overall very uncomfortable,”

“I think it’s kind of funny,” Adrien sits down next to her, mug in hand.

“It would be if they both weren’t horrible at flirting,” She steals the mug away from him taking a sip.

That is not coffee, that is sugar disguised as a liquid

“That’s the funny part,” Adrien smiles as she hands back the mug,

“Touche Agreste, Touche,”

“If you wanted you could sleep in my room,” Nino offers, oh so innocently.

“Thank’s Nino, but I would rather Alya not kill me,”

“Nah dude, I was going to stay with Alya anyway Madame Bustier wont mind,” Yeah their teacher really should learn not to trust teenagers, "So you can have my room,”

“Nino you are a godsent,”

Nino cleans up his few thrown about items and bids them adieu. Marinette was glad they could still talk, maybe they were even still friends. When you have the devil in one ear and her loyal sidekick in the other it is actually kind of impressive they still have a friendly relationship.

“So how’s your day been?” Marinette gathers up the strength to start a conversation after making her own coffee, and her mouth was only very burnt from chugging a hot drink.

“Good, Chloe took us to a supermarket, I brought a bunch of american snacks!”

Indeed he had, Marinette watches in mild horror as he plops bags full of junk food in front of her.

“I didn’t realise we were feeding an army,” Adrien starts rooting through the bags, “If a super villain comes after you because you brought all their favourite snacks in Gotham I’m not protecting you,”

“I’d just share with them,” Adrien hums, chomping down on a chocolate bar.

“… Yeah that could work,” Dear Kwami I have to protect this sunshine child,  “Maybe,”

“Oi, don’t eat too much, I don’t want to have to re tailor your outfit for the runway,” She teases, regretting it immediately as Adrien’s shoulders sag.

“Sorry,”

“Adri I’m kidding,”  She places a hand on his shoulder smiling gently, “I already made the measurements a bit bigger so you’re good.

“Have I ever told you you’re the best?”

“Not enough you haven’t,” Marinette huffs in mock offence, “Now eat,”

She shoves the chocolate bag in his face, getting it all over his cheek. They both start laughing as Adrien tries to get his revenge. They end up falling off the couch, Marinette on top of him. Adrien is blushing a bright red, Marinette just grins and shoves the chocolate in his face before getting up.

She could almost laugh at how her younger self would react to that. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like Adrien, well maybe not in that way anymore, she honestly hadn’t put that much thought into it lately. Things just got busy she supposed, Akumas got harder, then she became the guardian, she started her fashion career. Actually her fashion career might be at fault.

Gabriel had started lending Adrien to model for her more and more. The man stepping further and further back from the fashion world, or the world in general, over the years for whatever the reason. At first she had been a blushing mess around Adrien, not directing him properly and making her work suffer for it. Overtime she had learnt how to handle it, getting less flustered every time they worked together. Now that she thought about it, when she had revealed her identity as MDC Adrien didn’t seem surprised; maybe her work attitude had bled into her regular life well before then.

Marinette is washing the chocolate off when a knock sounds at the door. Neither feel like walking to it so shout out ‘come in’. That turned out to be a mistake as Lila bursts into the room. How were they supposed to know Lila would actually knock?!

“Marinette you slut!” Lila all but screeches.

“Lila, you don’t have an audience and neither of us believe you,” Marinette comes out of the bathroom, already bored of the conversation she really needed to go, Lila and Marinette both.

“Well just wait, tomorrow the whole class is going to know what you did,” Lila gets up in her face, so close she can smell her perfume.

No not Lila’s perfume her perfume.

“Right, sorry to say but there’s worse rumours than sleeping with a supermodel,” Marinette tries to edge her way around Lila, good excuse as any to dip out for patrol.

“Not if I say you forced him,” Lila looks way to self satisfied for what she is implying

I think the fuck not

“Nah,” Adrien shrugs, getting Lila’s ire turned on him, a noble sacrifice indeed.

“Nah?” Lila looks livid, “What do you mean Nah !”

“I’d just say I wanted to,” Adrien stays calm with Lila’s face inches from him, Marinette gives him the thumbs up as she edges closer to the door, Adrien nods back.

She loved this version of the high road

“After all Marinette’s super pretty and talented,” Adrien gushes, Marinette grins at the face Lila must be making, “Honestly your lie is so unbelievable, why would she ever go for someone like me?”

Marinette closes the door on Lila’s cursing response, saying a quick word of praise for Adrien’s bravery and sacrifice.

At least he gets to see Lila’s reaction when she realises I’m gone

Marinette uses a back door of the hotel to get to the street, not wanting the staff to stop her and warn about the dangers. She skips along looking for a good place to change. The city was actually kind of beautiful at night, she feels drawn to it in a strange way.

“Marinette!” Tikki looks out from her scarf, “You forgot the Miracle box,”

“Shoot!” She looks back to the hotel, a few blocks away from it by now, “It’ll be fine Tikki I leave it at home all the time,”

“You’re not at home right now,” Tikki looks worried, those are her friends after all, “It’s a guardians duty-”

Marinette tries not to groan, she really does.

“I know Tikki, I know,” She looks over the buildings surrounding her, feeling a deep itch to see Gotham from the rooftops “But can’t I just be myself for once, not the guardian?”

“You are the guardian,” Tikki insists, before sighing, “Which means you can make your own decisions regarding the miracle box,”

“Thank you Tikki,” She hugs the little Kwami, “I promise to be back super quick, I just have to stop one bad guy, an eye witness account of Starling so I don’t just appear randomly, I won’t even need to go on patrol again after this,”

“Alright Marinette, I trust you,” Tikki nuzzles her cheek, easing Marinette’s conscience.

With that she ducks out of sight to get changed. Her costume is pretty simple really. All she had to do was pull her infinity scarf up, discrete holes allowing her to see. She turns her skirt inside out to a black side, with white, purple, and blue detailing to stick to her Starling namesake. The skirt pulls over her shoulders, a zip down the middle allowing her more movement, and a zip to form a secret hood.

Ready to go she climbs up to the roof, super strength and speed making roof hopping easier. She supposed if someone looked too hard they would be able to piece together pieces of her costume but her ‘cape’ hides the detailing of her shirt. Besides if she has her way she won’t have to use this identity ever again, but she rarely has her way.

About ten minutes into her search through Gotham she spots a broken window. Not notable except that the lights are on. She lowers herself onto the fire escape and sure enough someone is being held at gunpoint.

“Excuse me,” Both people jump, spinning to look at Starling casual sitting on the broken glass on the window sill, “You seem to have a very rude house guest on your hands,”

“Who the hell are you!?” The burglar turns their gun on her.

“Just a stray passing through,” She gives a bright smile, and a very Chat like bow, “Starling at your service… milady,”

If I’m going Chat I might as go full Chat Noir, hope he doesn’t file a lawsuit against me

“Ummm,” The woman looks very confused, but not as confused as the burglar.

“Would you like me to remove him from your home?”

“Ah… yes?”

With another smile Starling makes her move. In the split second it takes the burglar to register her offer she’s standing in front of him. The gun moves a second too late as she ceases his arm, her strength being as good as handcuffs. She hits a pressure point her Aunt taught her to make him drop the gun, kicking it away. Pinning the man’s arm behind his back she spins him around, zip tying his hands.

“What the fuck!!”

“That’s no kind of language,” Starling reprimands, pushing him towards the window, “Now apologise,”

“What?! No way fuck you!” Starling grins, hooking a bungee cord to his shirt.

“Alright then, bye!” She pushes him out the window.

His screaming doesn’t stop even when she watches as he bounces back up, dangling out the window. She grins.

Ladybug would never get away with that

Tying the other end of the cord to a post, she double checks to make sure everything is secure before turning back to the victim.

“So sorry about the rude intrusion milady,” She bows again, in jest, “Have you contacted the police?”

“Yeah… what are you?”

“A Starling bird,” Starling spins, showing off her cape, the patterning placed to resemble wings, “I though the name would be a dead give away,”

“Yeah, but what are you? A Bat? Vigilante?”

“Vigilante yes, Bat not so much,” Starling can see as she looks more cautious after that, “Just happened to be passing through Gotham when I saw you in need of assistance,”

“Right… ok then…” She sits down, letting herself slump over the couch, “Ugh, this has been a terrible day,”

“How so?” Starling eyes up the kitchen, “Besides from mister bungee jump out there,”

“I was almost out of work this afternoon when a new rumour about the Wayne’s blew up,” Starling nods along, turning the oven on and picking out ingredients.

“I work in the PR department at Wayne tower, do you have any idea how hard that is?!” Starling shakes her head finding a bowl but no measuring cups, she could just estimate.

“They have new bruises everyday,” Starling does look up to that, very concerned, “Don’t worry it’s not abuse or anything, they really are just dumbasses,”

Starling snickers a little bit at that, pouring in ingredients like second nature.

“I once asked mister Drake why he had a giant bruise on his forehead, he told me he passed out at his desk and just slammed into it!” Starling does laugh at that one, “Like?! How am I supposed to tell people that without sullying the Wayne name?”

“I think its funny,” She did clearly not agree, Starling changes the subject as she starts mixing “What was the problem today?”

“Nothin much really someone took pictures of mister Drake talking and giving a ride to some girl with black hair and blue eyes, and now everyone thinks she’s a Wayne,”

“That’s all it takes?” She starts placing the cookie dough on the baking tray, “Maybe I should apply?”

“Nah, you’d sooner be Batman’s kid than Bruce Wayne’s,” She cracks the first smile Starling has seen so far, “He’s got the same amount of kids, if not more,”

“Maybe they should share custody?” Starling puts the cookies in the oven, “Double the number each,”

“Yeah, how about no?” She smiles more, which is good, “I can’t imagine having to explain away the bruises the Bat kids get,”

Starling smiles, the sound of sirens now drawing close.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave Milady,” Starling jumps up onto the window sill, the burglar still shouting below, “Take the cookies out in fifteen minutes,”

“Hey,” Starling looks back, “Thank you,”

“No problem,” Starling sends a dazzling smile, “Good night, Milady,”

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#5

Screw Feelings

Chapter 2

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Warning coarse language and some sexual references

Marinette loved Adrien Agreste. She really did but it took a near death experience that wasn’t caused by an akuma to realise she wasn’t happy. And because the universe hated her of cause Adrien had decided that’s when he was going to ask her to marry him.

Paris had been holding their breath waiting for their favourite sweethearts of the fashioned world to announce their engagement. They’d watched an eighteen-year-old Marinette hold Adrien’s hand through all the uncomfortable interviews and press conferences after the discovery that Shadowmoth was his father. She’d been his strength in the darkest part of his life. So, no one especially Adrien had expected her to break up with him and leave the country indefinitely.

Marinette hated herself for hurting him but she needed to find herself. For some reason that she still wasn’t sure of, Gotham was where she was meant to be. By shear luck Chloe’s father had given his daughter a list of hotels she could buy as her twenty-first birthday present and number seven on the list was in Gotham. To seal the deal, it came with an exclusive night club called Lady Luck.

Marinette felt a weight lift of her shoulders when she’d stepped off Chloe’s privet jet. Gotham was gloomy, dark and cold but it was a new beginning after years of emotional turmoil from Shadowmoth’s reign. Paris held to many painful memories, and they had started to cast a dark shadow over Marinette’s soul.

This city didn’t need her like Paris had. It came with its own hero’s or vigilantes as they liked to be called. So, for once Marinette could just be Marinette and MDC. Oh sweety, if only it was that easy. There’s a saying, ‘once a hero always a hero’ as Marinette found out that morning in the coffee shop. And, Gotham was about to have a new sweetheart for one of its very own.

Paris wasn’t going to be happy.

“Who’s the guy?”

“Excuse me? Where’s the ‘hi, how are you Marinette?” Marinette grumbled as she walked out of the lift. Tikki flew out of her jacket and into the kitchen as she put her helmet and keys on the hallway table before turning to look at her friend. “Don’t you have a hotel to run or something?”

Chloe stood at the entrance to the lush very over the top penthouse with her hands on her hips. “Don’t you play cute with me DC. What the hell happened?”

“Ok Bee, it’s been an interesting morning and I’m not in the mood for guessing games, what are you talking about?”

Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that arseholes demands before you hung up on me. You didn’t call me back. I was worried.” She snapped throwing her hands into the air then resting them back on her hips as she stomped her healed foot.

Classic Chloe move Marinette thought, deflating with guilt. It was just like the heiress to lash out rather than show her softer side. “Shit, sorry Bee. I’m ok, I just got a bit distracted after.” Wellp she wasn’t lying. Hot book guy was still on her mind, and she was more than a bit curious to see if he would turn up tonight. She didn’t even know his name but maybe that was part of the fun. She really didn’t have to be as responsible here and that was the whole point.

“Yeah, I saw that.” Chloe was watching her friend closely. She knew her better than her credit card details and that was saying something. Marinette was distracted and not by the armed man.

“Well can you blame me? Hang on back up, what do you mean you saw?” Marinette was completely confused. How the hell had Chloe known about her encounter with the hottie?

“You didn’t call me back.” Chloe crossed her arms and pouted her red lips.

“What’s that got to do with anything? What aren’t you telling me?” Marinette narrowed her eyes at Chloe. She had a feeling she knew what she was about to say, and she didn’t know how she felt about it.

“I called Max. He traced you to the coffee shop and hacked into all the cameras in the area. Turns out for a small coffee shop they have surprisingly good cameras.” Chloe answered studying her nails refusing to meet Marinette’s eyes.

Yep, she really shouldn’t have expected anything less. Her friends were crazy. “Oh. My. God Chloe. You can’t just go and do that. We’re not in Paris anymore. This isn’t our city.”

“I didn’t. Max did, and besides we’ve told you, we’re not going to lose you as much as it seems you have a death wish.” She shrugged like it was nothing. “So, who’s the guy and why did you tell him where you’d be tonight?”

“How did you even know what I said to him?”

“Max can lip read and I wanted to know what he said that made you blush.”

“Yep, how could I forget. Is normal really too much to ask for.” Marinette groaned and shook her head, walked over to the couch and flopped down. She loved her friends who were more like family at this point. They had all been through so much, very few people would ever understand. So, it wasn’t a surprise that Chloe would be overprotective, but this was some next level crazy shit, and she didn’t know how to process it right now.

“Well maybe you should think about that before you go throwing armed men around.” Chloe sat down next to her and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t even think about it, was like I was on auto piolet or something. I thought getting out of Paris would maybe, I don’t know anymore. I just want to forget everything Bee and be normal.” Marinette hugged a fluffy cushion and sighed.

Chloe’s eyes softened, and she reached for Marinette’s hand. “I’m sorry, I guess we got a bit carried away.”

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66 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 03:26:31 GMT

#4

Screw Feelings

Chapter 3

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so its all under the cut, second line in Jason swears so keeping it safe for the kiddos out there

This is the second chapter I've posted today. This is more than likely to never happen again sorry. It's only that I didn't know where to stop the chapter then it got way to big so I made it two.

I'm hoping to be able to post a chapter each week.

Warning coarse language and sexual references

Jason’s life had been anything but normal. From his tragic childhood to life doing a complete 180 on him and Bruce fuckin’ Wayne taking him in. One day he was living on the streets fending for himself, the next day he was living in a fuckin’ Manor with a butler. Alfred was more like family and Jason was happy to admit he was his favourite.

He should have known it was too good to be true and then he died.

Then in a big fuck you, he wasn’t.

It was all kinda’ a blur until Talia that bitch threw him into the Lazarus pit. So, he wasn’t a zombie anymore instead he was fuelled with pit madness that filled him with so much rage that it drove him to blindly kill.

Trained for years in the best and most effective ways to kill by some of the world’s assassins any hope of a normal life was long forgotten. It was a road paved in blood and littered with bodies that led him back to Gotham where he would become the Red Hood. When he returned the only thing he wanted was revenge. On the Bat. On the Joker. On anyone taking advantage of woman and kids and anyone foolish enough to cross him.

It took a long time for his family to finally break threw to him and even longer for him to entertain the idea he deserved any type of happiness. To be honest he still didn’t really believe he did. He knew it made others happy to see him doing better and so he was trying he really was. He’d stepped back from the whole crime lord gig and took a day job at WE. Head of security by day and vigilante at night.

His twisted past was the reason he’d never really given a normal relationship a chance. That’s not to say there hadn’t been plenty of woman in his life he just never gave them any reason to stay.

So why did this one make him forget, well everything. He didn’t even know her name. Maybe he had finally lost it. After all he’d only talked to her for like five minutes at the most.

Yep, definitely crazy.

Jason didn’t hold back. He told Dick how he really felt. About not deserving happiness, about not being worthy to be loved. How this woman who he’d just met seemed to warm him from the inside out when she smiled at him. For the first time he really wanted to know someone and not just sleep with them.

Dick seemed genuinely happy for him. Jason could swear he saw tears in his older brother’s eyes. Fucken sap. So, Dick promised that he’d cover for him if Pixie turned up. Then Jason had to endure a heartfelt lecture about how the past shouldn’t shape his future. That he’d changed and was trying to make amends for all his mistakes. He went on and on until Jason had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Jason was holding back tears, but he would rather die, again than admit that.

When they got to Lady Luck the informant ended up being one of the girls behind the bar. She had overheard several conversations by different gang members at another bar she worked at. It was easy to keep eyes on Dick and his monstrosity of a shirt. Jason was going to have to thank Steph later.

Jason tried to keep his focus on Dick, but it was very hard knowing that Pixie might be somewhere in the crowed. His eyes travelled over the bodies moving around on the dance floor. The DJ was on a raised stage with a large screen behind him. The dancing bodies all seemed to rise and fall together like liquid reacting to the heavy beat. Lights flashed over the dancers making it hard to tell where one body began and another ended.

The club definitely had appeal compared to some of the trashier ones he’d visited in the past. The bar was illuminated with red light and on a higher level to the dance floor making it a good vantage point to watch the lower level. On the same level as the dance floor, red velvet lounges lined the wall filled with people at different stages of intoxication.

Stairs on either side of the bar led up to the VIP section that was located on a mezzanine level behind the bar. It had a clear view of the whole club. The sides of the VIP level had soft white curtains that hung from the ceiling giving it some privacy. The red light cast a pink hue over the curtains and the cloud like pendent lights that decorated the ceiling. Jason thought without the red tinge it probably looked almost heavenly. There was a small group in the VIP section and Jason wondered if Pixie might be up there.

He downed his third drink and placed the empty glass on the bar as Dick sat down next to him. “You good?” He gave Dick his full attention.

“Yep. We should have everything we need to finish this.” Dick grabbed the bartender’s attention and ordered a drink. “So have you seen her yet?”

“Nar, haven’t really looked. Was kinda busy makin’ sure you didn’t get yourself into trouble.”

Dick snorted and took a sip of his drink. “Isn’t that more your style Jaybird?”

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#3

Jokes on You

Part 2 of To Flirt with a Hood

This isn't a meet cute Monday more like a meet cute psycho Monday

Marinette meets someone she despises. So basically the opposite to a meet cute. Still plenty of Jasonette!!

Warning: explicit language, blood and maybe gore?

Trigger warning : crowbars

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Pain was the first thing Marinette was aware of. Her head was throbbing, and every breath she took hurt. She struggled to open her eyes. After a few attempts she managed to lift her head and look around. It looked like she was in a dark warehouse filled with boxes. The only light hung directly above, casting a yellow glow over her.

Marinette knew she was in trouble. She’d chosen to leave Tikki in her room for the night. At the time it wasn’t a stupid idea, she hadn’t planned on leaving the house. Tikki hadn’t agreed with her and now she could see why.

That’s Gotham for you. One minute you were at a party flirting with a vigilante and the next you’re tied to a chair in a god damn warehouse. She wasn’t stupid, she knew Roy was Arsenal and heroes or vigilantes as they liked to be called normally hung around other vigilantes. So, it only made sense that the fake Red Hood was actually the real one.

It was obvious to her that Roy was trying to set them up. She’d stupidly confessed who her favourite vigilante was after a few drinks. When he asked why she gave a lengthy talk on how he was the most complex of the bat family and why, adding at the end how sexy she thought he was. It had even been Roy’s idea for her to dress as Red Hood for Halloween.

She looked down at the bindings holding her wrists to the wooden chair. The rope bit into her skin as she tried to twist her wrists and it wasn’t long before blood started to seep out of her raw skin. Her boots and guns were gone as well as the knife that had been strapped to her ankle and the one hidden under her jacket strapped to her forearm.

“Oh goody you’re awake.” The Joker sing songed, jumping around infront of her. “I hope you’re ready to play girly.”

He didn’t waste any time to show her just what he meant. Twirling a crowbar around he swung it at her side. It connected with her ribs and Marinette heard her bones crack as she cried out in pain.

“Oooo, I love it when they sing for me. Now smile for the camera so Batsy can see how much fun you’re having.” He roughly grabbed her face and pointed to a laptop set up on a pile of boxes. “Those pesky Bats shouldn’t leave their toys out for others to find. You just never know who will take them.”

Marinette was in too much pain to play along with his games. She yanked her face out of his hands instantly regretting it as pain shot through her head.

“Well now, that’s just rude.” He said, slapping her hard across the face with his gloved hand.

“Go to hell you delusional freak.” Marinette growled. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she felt her anger overtaking her fear.

He leant forward and tilted her chin up with the crowbar. While he was so close, she took the opportunity to spit the blood pooling in her mouth into his face. The Joker cursed and stumbled backwards as he wiped the blood out of his eyes.

“That… That was very unlady like. Have the Bats taught you no manners at all?” He’d pulled a white handkerchief from his jacket and wiped the remaining blood from his eyes.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t know any Bats.” Marinette said bluntly.

“Lies won’t save you. I saw you with the Red Bat girly. Nice outfit by the way.” He ran the crowbar over her face then down her body.

“You’re wasting your time on me, I don’t mean anything to them.” She wasn’t lying, The Red Hood was the first one she’d met since moving to Gotham but how do you convince a homicidal clown.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure on that. I think Hood looked awfully smitten with you.” He turned to the camera. “Batsy, I wonder if you’ll be on time to save this little birdy or will she earn her wings like your second robin. Times a ticking.” He swung the crowbar at her other side, catching her off guard. She cried out as pain exploded down her side. The force of it would have knocked the chair to the ground if he hadn’t grabbed it.

“You sing like an angel, but the question is will you fly like one too. Tick tock, Tick tock, Bats.”

Growing up in Paris Marinette had to learn how to control her feelings due to the villain Shadowmoth that terrorized Paris. Later when he’d been defeated, Tikki and Plagg taught her how to focus on a singular emotion and harness its power. As the Guardian it was important she could handle any situation even without the kwami. Who would have thought that meant crazy arse clowns.

The Joker seemed momentarily distracted. This might be the only opportunity she has. Marinette let the anger surged through her, helping her to ignore the excruciating pain she was in. Taking a deep breath, she pulled one of her hands free tearing the skin in the process. Blood dripped out of her torn wrist but that would have to be a problem for later. Right now, she had a crazy clown to deal with.

Marinette focused on her anger and tried to block out the pain as she leaned the chair back onto its hind legs. Letting it fall forwards she used the momentum to flip her body still tied to the chair into the air, landing on her freed hand. The pain pushed at the edges of her rage, but she ignored it and crashed her body into the Joker. The chair broke apart as they collided and fell to the ground.

She rolled off the Joker and sprang to her feet. He recovered quickly and she had to jumped out of the way as he swung the crowbar awfully close to her face. Flipping backwards, her hands hit the floor and she grabbed a piece of broken chair. Coming out of the backflip she brought the piece of wood up to deflect another blow from the Joker, who truly looked homicidal now.

“This isn’t how you play the game.” He swung the crowbar again but this time she was ready.

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132 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 01:28:52 GMT

#2

To Flirt with a Hood

My first meet cute Monday.

Its Halloween themed with a twist

Warning some explicit language

Cute Jasonette under the cut with twist at the end

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Halloween, what a joke. This was Gotham after all and nine times out of ten there was some fucked up rogue playin dress ups trying to ruin everybody’s day. Like the crims in the city needed another excuse to fuck shit up. Halloween seemed to bring nothing but trouble for the vigilantes in the city. If that wasn’t bad enough the Joker had been on the lose for a week and there had been no word on the street. Red hood was on edge. No sightings of the clown were unnerving and being that it was Halloween he had a bad feeling about tonight.

So why the hell had he left patrol to drop into a stupid Halloween party. Roy that’s why. The dickhead had told him it was an emergency and Jason was dumb enough to believe him. He’d met Roy in front of some fancy house. Roy looked ridiculous dressed as cupid with his fucken bow strapped to his back.

“The fucks wrong with you? You said it was an emergency. If the bat finds out I’ve taken a detour, I’ll never here the end of it.” Jason snapped pushing his drunken friend’s shoulder.

“Hey watch it arsehole. I’m doin you a favour. Five minutes inside and you can leave I promise.” Roy grabs his arm and tries to pull Jason who’s in his full Red Hood suit, guns and all towards the door.

“Doing me a favour? I fucken doubt it Cupid. Unless you got the Joker in there, I don’t know why I’m letting you waste my time.” Jason pulls his arm back and crosses them over his chest.

“Not the Joker but I’ll put money on it that you won’t regret stoppin by.” Roy smiles at him looking something like a cat who just brought its owner a bird.

“50 says I will dipshit, but sure lead the way. I’ll happily take your money.” Jason motions with his arm towards the door.

“Lose the helmet. Its Halloween nobody’s going to think twice about your costume.” Roy taps Jason’s helmet then jumps back trying to avoid Jason’s hand from hitting him.

“You’re pushing it Harper.” Jason growls out before taking his helmet off leaving only his domino mask covering his eyes.

Jason follows Roy into the crowded house. Some guy high fives him as he complements him on his Red Hood costume and Jason snickers. He can see people dressed in the usual costumes. A batman a few robins, batgirl, superman, catwoman, vampires, mommies most not very creative. He can’t think of one reason why Roy would drag him in here. Even drunk Roy knows how Jason gets when the Jokers not locked up.

Roy stops and points towards the kitchen. Jason scans the people around the kitchen island taking tequila shots, not sure what he’s meant to be looking for.

“Shorts and combat boots twelve o’clock.” Roy adds.

He spots a short woman with her back to them who looks to be dressed in a tomb raider costume. Sure, from here Jason can tell she has a good body and her arse looks amazing in those shot shorts, but it’s not until Roy yells something out to her and she turns around that Jason understands.

Not a tomb raider costume, no she’s dressed as a sexy as fuck female version of him. The Red Hood him. Roy grabs his arm, and this time Jason doesn’t stop him from dragging him across the room to the little minx with his bat sign on her perky chest.

The details in the costume although different from his no way he’d be caught dead in those shorts is amazing. Her jacket looks identical to his but in her size. Embroidered on her tight black top his bat sign with every point accurate people normally get it wrong. The domino mask across her eyes and cheek bones has been cleverly done with black makeup making her gorgeous blue eyes stand out even more.

“Hey Cupid, where did you find your Red Hood?” The female Red Hood asks with a cute French accent, blessing them with her beautiful smile. “Are you trying to out Hood me?”

“First off I’m not his, beautiful. Second, nobody could out Hood you in those shorts, Pixie Hood, not even the real Red Hood.” Jason smiles as he runs his eyes over her making no effort to hide the fact he’s checking her out.

“Smooth, nice costume Casanova Hood. If it wasn’t Halloween, I’d almost mistake you for the real thing.” She walked around him with her arms crossed blatantly taking her turn to check him out.

“Really and what gave me away?” He asked watching her adorable face size him up.

“Easy. The real Red Hood wouldn’t be stupid enough to go to a fancy-dress party dressed as himself. I’ve heard he’s cocky but that’s taking it to a whole new level.”

Roy, standing next to him bursts out laughing. “I don’t know Mars, this guy’s pretty cocky but he’s all show, no bite.” He says throwing his arm over the small woman’s shoulder while eyeing Jason with a smug look on his face.

“No bite huh? Those guns look awfully real to me.” She reaches out to touch one of the guns strapped to his thigh.

Jason gently grabs her hand before it touches his gun. “Can I at least get your name before you touch the hardware Pixie?” Still holding her hand in his he can’t help but smile warmly at her when she giggles. The sound is adorable and right then and there he knows he needs to get her number. He hates to admit defeat so soon, but he owns Roy $50.

“Hmmm I don’t know, secret identities and all.” She looks up at him through her long lashes, taking her hand back and crossing her arms.

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149 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 22:06:00 GMT

#1

Screw Feelings

Chapter 1

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This is my first Maribat fic. As much as I love the love square, I tripped and stumbled into this fandom and can’t help but love it. This is salt free. I live for sugar and spice. 

Warning coarse language and some sexual references. You can’t change my mind that Jason Todd swears. 

This was not how Marinette wanted to start her day. Two weeks. Only two darn weeks she’d been living in Gotham and here she was stuck in an arsed-up attempt to rob a coffee shop. Why would anyone even bother to rob this place. The only answer she could think of, ‘it’s Gotham so why not’.

Nothing is sacred in Gotham, not even a god damn coffee shop.

Marinette was done. Done with Paris. Done with her old life. Done with being Ladybug. Done with her perfect relationship with Adrien Agreste even though he was amazing and loved her unconditionally. She wanted to be done with being the Guardian of 19 small gods but that wasn’t an option. So here she was after packing her life up, in a coffee shop with a gun against her head.

Let’s back it up though because before this asshole decided to ruin a perfectly nice day, Marinette was totally eyeing a fine piece of man candy. She was definitely not making a list of all the nasty things she’d like to do to him. As much as she didn’t want a relationship hence breaking up with Mr perfect super model, she still had hormones and eyes.

After parking her motorbike outside the coffee shop, Marinette took off her helmet and gloves then pulled her dark hair out of her jacket. She shook her head a few times and her long locks fell down her back. Still straddling the bike she’d quickly replied to Alya’s text then swung her leg over the bike. She unzipped her favoured red leather jacket and adjusted her Jagged Stone t-shirt underneath.

Tikki was asleep in one of the pockets Marinette had specially made for her and the young Guardian tried not to interrupt the tiny god as she put her phone, gloves and keys in her other pockets. Marinette’s love of bikes had come from her nonna, and it was the first thing she’d brought when she landed in the states.

Money wasn’t a problem for the twenty-year-old. MDC had taken off over the last two years and she had a steady flow of commissions, to the point that on more than one occasion she had to close her books. Marinette studied at ESMOD for two years before deciding she was going to burn out if she didn’t slow down and change something in her life.

Her family and friends all agreed that taking some time off studying to get her head together was a smart move. They hadn’t all agreed on the move but that was another conversation.

Marinette was living with Chloe and Kagami in the over-the-top penthouse suit of the Hotel Chloe’s father gifted to her for her twenty-first birthday. Marinette was planning on buying her own apartment eventually but her family, best friends and shrink all agreed she shouldn’t be living on her own for the time being.

The door chimed as she walked into the cute vintage style coffee shop. She did her normal casual sweep of the people and exits before her eyes landed on the dark-haired guy sitting by himself in the booth closest to the door. He was holding a paperback book, but his eyes were not so subtlety traveling over her body. His blue eyes landed on her’s and he had the decently to look slightly embarrassed before smiling at her. Marinette wasn’t as shy as she once was but somehow, she still felt her cheeks flush. A moment past before she managed to get her shit together, her lips turned up in a cheeky grin and she winked at him before turning to order her coffee.

Marinette had just paid for her coffee when her phone started to ring. At this point she was regretting her choice in friends as Doja Cat’s I’m a bitch I’m a boss started to play in her pocket.

I’m a bitch I’m a boss  

I’m a bitch I’m a boss, I’ma shine like gloss

I’m a bitch I’m a boss  

I’m a bitch I’m a boss, I’ma shine like gloss

Grabbing it as quickly as she could and answering, she mouthed sorry to an angry looking mother with a table full of giggling girls.

“Chloe, what did you do, why is my phone playing that trash?” Marinette asked in a hushed voice. She looked over her shoulder at hot book guy to find his eyes were back on his book, but he was snickering.

“So you know it’s me, duh. And Doja Cat is anything but trash, thank you M.”

“Yup, you keep telling yourself that Bee. What’s up? I only saw you twenty minutes ago.”

While talking to Chloe, Marinette missed the chime of the bell above the door. She didn’t however miss the strong arm that snaked around her neck or the cold gun barrel that pressed against her temple. The person smelt of stale smoke and booze.

“Give me everythin in the till or you gonna be wearin this girl’s brains, ya hear me?” The man yelled at the barista while dragging her closer to the counter. Marinette felt his breath on her neck and in that moment the only thought going through her head was a big ‘fuck you, you inconsiderate arsehole’.

“Bee, I’ll call you back in a sec.” Marinette said calmly into her phone before sliding it into her pocket.

Marinette noticed out of the corner of her eye that the hot book guy was edging close to where they were standing. “Let the lady go and we can work this out, ok?”

Was it wrong that even with a gun to her head Marinette was still wondering what it would be like to kiss hot book guy and run her hand through the unusual but oh so sexy white streak at the front of his dark hair? It should be illegal to look that good. Everything about him screamed I’m not the type of guy you take home to meet the parents but if you let me, I’ll make you scream my name multiple times.

“Not gonna happen arsehole back the fuck off. Bitch what’s taking so long? Hurry up I don’t got all day.”

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8 | bearing another mask

Part 8 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

TW: a bit of SH, noncon touching

Lila sat in her dimly lit apartment with a souring mood on her face. One hand tapped against the side of her hot mug while the other held a fingernail wedged between her teeth. She stared at the email from her PR and legal team, which promised that they would put out the flames and advised that she kept quiet for the meantime so as to not worsen the situation. But it's not enough, she bitterly thought. No matter how much cleanup they do, those rumors were scars that would forever mar the face of her company.

She let out a slow breath. My sales will be affected, the employees, our suppliers. Why, why does this have to happen now? She switched to another window that showed an article detailing the designs she 'stole' from the deceased girl. I was taking inspiration, she seethed. Aren't those designs better off seeing the light of fame than being stuck in a piece of paper? If Marinette were alive, she should be thanking her.

Sharp trills from her doorbell snapped her out of her stupor. Quickly, she told herself to calm down and let the issues pass—people move on from one intriguing gossip to another in no time anyway. She glided over to her door and opened it up, expecting to see her assistant to greet her.

But instead, a tall blonde man was on the other side of the door.

"Adrien!" The smile froze on her face, albeit also showing slight surprise. "When I said I wanted to meet you, I was expecting to go to your place or something."

"I thought I should come to you instead, so I don't need to see your face ever again." His voice was devoid of any warmth, eyes lacking their usual shine. In fact, it was the coldest Adrien had ever been in front of her, as he clearly didn't bother to hide his disdain.

Lila snorted. "How nice of you. Won't you come in?"

Adrien actually stepped into the place, but only by the living room. Out of obligation, Lila headed into the kitchenette to open up the cupboards and look for something to serve him. "Want anything to drink? Eat?" She hummed. "I think I still have cheesecake cups from an influencer friend of mine . . . or oolong tea?"

"I don't want anything. I'm not planning on staying long."

"You look well." She tilted her head. "We didn't even get to talk much in the reunion. It feels like you were avoiding me."

"I was, in fact."

Lila paused, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Can't we play pleasantries just for a while, Agreste? "Fine." Her lip curled as she neared him. "You don't want to talk like mature adults, I get it. I'll go straight to the point. Are you behind all those rumors?"

"No," Adrien replied coolly. "If it were me, if I were trying to protect Marinette's designs, don't you think I would've done that a long time ago?" A ghost smile flickered on his lips. "But I do think it's well-deserved for you. Your current silence means you've been put into your place."

"'Put into my place'?" Lila echoed. Maybe it isn't you, or maybe it is and you've just been waiting for the right time to strike. "Those posts are ruining the reputation of my brand! They're baseless rumors trying to make me look bad!"

"How are they baseless when you've clearly tried to rip off Marinette's creations and even designs from small businesses?" Adrien asked.

She scoffed, "Now you're insulting me just because you're back from that hiatus of yours? Look, I've built my company with my own hard work and talent. I get that you're hurt about Marinette's death but I don't deserve this for my petty lies in collège and lycée. They were white lies! I was trying to make friends. Why do you think our class ended up being so close after these years?"

Lila could see the enclosed rage in Adrien's eyes, one with a fire that burned as strong as the one setting off inside her, but he didn't act on it. His tone was calm and unwavering, albeit holding a silent venomous undertone. "You can't call your lies petty if they've hurt someone badly. You didn't make the class so enamored with you—you trapped them and manipulated them that they have no choice but to play along if they didn't want to be dragged to hell with you."

She put herself closer to him, looking him in the eye. Why did Gabriel have to go so soon? Why couldn't you have stayed obedient like you had all those years?

"That's bold coming from you," she whispered, breath touching his skin. He flinched a little. "You and I both know Gabriel would've entrusted his company to me, if you weren't already written out in his will."

She slid a hand up his chest, then to his shoulder, and down his arm. "I don't think the company is even holding up right now. When's the last time it had a show? What was the last design you released—"

"—Don't touch me—"

Her hand cupped his cheek lightly, but when he moved away, she grasped his forearms instead. "If you're smart, you'll realize you can't handle it alone. You need me, you need his protégé. My company can partner up with yours and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

But Adrien pulled away again, more forcefully this time, and glowered at her. "I think it's the other way around—it's you who needs me. If you can get me on your side, you have another celebrity backing you up, or you can divert attention from the scandals with another partnership."

Lila clenched her jaw, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning in to give him a saccharine smile. "Unfortunately, I don't stoop that low. If you don't want us to help each other, that's your loss." She ran a hand through her long hair. "Your father's company will go bankrupt, and Lilia Designs will be the new top fashion brand."

Calm down, she told herself. Although Adrien wasn't an option to be a pawn anymore, it wasn't that big of a deal. She just wanted to feel a little bit of satisfaction if she could put him under her thumb, see him helpless and compliant. But I can't lose my nerve here. If I lash out, I lose. I just need to be the bigger person.

"That's quite confident of you, Lila," Adrien said forebodingly. "We'll see, I suppose."

***

"There's one more thing we want to ask. Felix Fathom—was he related in any way to the case?"

"My cousin? What makes you think so?"

He saw some hint of hesitance on Tim's face. "He had trips back and forth from London to Paris at that time."

"He was helping take care of me after Marinette died while juggling his responsibilities at home." He shrugged. "Technically, I had no family anymore, aside from him and my aunt."

"Is there any way we can talk to him?"

He paused for a few beats, thinking it over. Then he replied: "I can put in a word for you, but I can't guarantee that he'll be available. His schedule's pretty tight nowadays."

He slammed the car door shut as soon as he got onto the seat. That woman's touch was still ghosting on his arms, making his skin crawl. His stomach was a gurgling pit of nausea and his jaw was clenched tight. Was that how Lila acted this whole time?

He kept himself from shivering while starting up the car. It had been a while since he adopted an alter ego, and still, he was yet to fully understand his cousin. Even as he donned Adrien's clothes, and messed up his hair to match the unkempt style, he felt like an impostor in his own skin. Ever since he appeared in the class reunion a couple weeks ago, a voice would nag at him telling him that he was a fake.

Adrien wore many masks, more than what Felix could bear to put on.

And now, Felix finally knew how much Lila had tormented Adrien. Disgusting. She's disgusting. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove. He went through all of that, under the clutches of that vile woman.

But he knew he was the one who chose to be put in that situation. The job is done . . . the recorder is working and the camera was in place. He took a deep breath. Everyone will finally know her true colors.

Everything was slowly coming into fruition, but it wasn't over until Lila met her downfall.

Felix drove around for a few minutes just to make sure no one was tailing him. Then, he sped up and headed for the outskirts of Paris, in an isolated apartment building. He shrugged off his jacket after parking the car, and reached the top floor just as the first drizzle drops of an incoming storm pattered on the windows.

When he opened the door, he found an occupant inside already.

"How was it?"

Felix ran a hand through his hair, idly shutting the door. "Don't give me that look. It went fine."

"It's a live feed, Felix, I saw you." Marinette spun on her chair, following his figure with a disapproving stare. "I saw everything."

Felix tugged at his collar. "It was fine, it was my idea and my decision." Even if I hated her hands on me. "We got the video and it'll smear her reputation if the accusations on her haven't already."

He peeked at the computer where she had just been working, looking to change the subject. "What's that?"

Marinette sighed as she turned back to the screen. "Other testimonies popping up about Lila copying other designs. Turns out it's not only clothes—even accessories and jewelry too."

Figures, he thought. She can never be original. "Well, she got awfully greedy."

"I don't understand her sometimes," the bluenette murmured, "I saw her cry real tears at my funeral, and yet here she is, stealing from the deceased on purpose."

Felix poured himself a glass of water to dispel the sour taste in his tongue. "It's because she thinks she's not doing anything wrong."

He watched as she switched to the second screen, one displaying a high-security website with a sleek modern design. Big letters spelled out the brand: Mira Designs. A few months back, he had argued with her that a new branding could give her away because of the similarity to her former designs. But Marinette had firmly promised that that wouldn't be the case.

And that became the truth: 'Mira's' designs were different, better even, mirroring a rebirth in Marinette's creativity following the new life she'd made for herself. Lila's company paled in comparison, and Mira Designs had gained traction in such a short span of time. Although Felix wasn't an expert in fashion, he could see that Marinette was on her way to become a celebrity in the fashion world. But the appeal point in her company was that the designer herself remained mysteriously anonymous.

"We'll be hitting our quota by the end of the week." Marinette showed him the current numbers. "And you said you didn't believe in my designing abilities."

"I didn't say that." Felix rolled his eyes.

"You implied it." An amused smile tugged at her lips.

"You wouldn't be making these sales without my business expertise."

"Oh, right, yes I'm sorry Mr. Fathom, I must get on my knees and thank you for your help."

Felix snorted and grabbed his things again. He was reaching for the doorknob when Marinette stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. I need some air," he lied.

Of course she wouldn't buy that. She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going out to visit Adrien," he finally said truthfully. "Just fix up dinner for yourself. I might come back late." 

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