#tim and mari need to stop drinking coffee

[pleetzaruul]

Sugar and Spice

Chapter 1: Sugary Life

"Welcome to Sugar and Spice, what can I help you with tonight?" Marie happily greets the late-night customer, seeing how tired the male was she suspect that he would order a strong coffee.

"Put in as much caffeine as you legally can."

"Of course, sir. You can sit whenever you like." Marie put her hand out and gestured to the seat which he just gave a nod as an answer. "Your order will be done in a minute."

Seeing how the man relax, practically laying down on the seat, Marie headed to the back to prepare the order but just a little bit differently from what he asked. Just a small drop of her power to give the man the energy he desperately needs. Walking to the male who has his eyes strictly on the computer, Marie put down the cup. "Enjoy your stay, sir!"

Seeing how the man could not be bothered to answer her, she just went back to her place and clean up the rest of the empty seats. There are only two of them currently inside. She is not surprised to see the same male who looked like a living undead can be so alive, waiting for her at the register just a moment later.

"Are you a Goddess?" He asked so suddenly as soon as she is at the other side. Marie laughs a bit as she looks at the now-flustered man in front of her. 'Do being a demi-Goddess count?' She asked herself. "No, I'm sorry but I am not a Goddess." Technically speaking, she did not lie.

"I'm sorry for that...I don't know what came over me." The man apologizes, looking so defeated and embarrassed. His face can be said as red as blood. "No worries, sir." She said, trying to at least soothes the male even though she is struggling to keep her laugh inside.

"I just- your coffee is so energized I was wondering if you can share what made it so." Marie hums. She stares at the man with a small smile and just said. "That is a trade secret, I'm afraid."

He thinks about it and came to a conclusion which she guessed to just trying to get the coffee as much as he could. She could not be far from the truth.

"Can I get a second cup?"

"Of course, sir! Please just wait for a second."

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Tim is tired. Too tired in fact and he needs coffee so badly. He has work to do and things to investigate thoroughly and they just cut him up! They even benched him for the night until he has a proper rest. He could not believe this. Grumbling down he stops at quite a sight.

"Sugary and Spice Cafe..." A new cafe just opened up and he didn't know? Intriguing. He should probably try their coffee. If it's not up to his expectation, he probably won't come back here again. And because he is too tired to walk another couple of blocks to his usual cafe.

Walking inside, he could not be bothered to see the face of the loud and bright worker. "Put in as much caffeine as you legally can," he said.

"Of course, sir. You can sit whenever you like." The voice sounds so sweet to his ears now that he tried to listen, but still, he could not be bothered to react until he gets the taste."Your order will be done in a minute."

Sitting on the corner, Tim slumped down on the seat. He felt so at home and comfortable. Taking out his computer he began to type in whatever work he has. He needs to finish this as quick as possible. Not noticing the time, he felt a tap on the table. Seeing how the drink are now there he just nods his head and went straight back to work.

Sipping down the coffee he felt a large amount of energy being sucked into his body. He feels so energizes for what felt like an eternity. Seeing how his attention can come to the fullest he stares at the cashier he did not know when he arrived. As soon as she is in front of him his mouth opened.

"Are you a Goddess?" Perfect Tim, what a way to embarrass yourself! At least she is laughing out of amusement and not laughing at him. Wonder what the beautiful female in front of him is thinking about he watches her body language. "No, I'm sorry but I'm not a Goddess."

"I'm sorry for that...I don't know what came over me." Tim changes his body language to appear defeated, hopefully, she won't think of anything bad about him. "No worries, sir." She said. He knew that she is trying to ease him but he was still thinking of what he just said earlier.

"I just- your coffee is so energized I was wondering if you can share what made it so." She hums in amusement, that's what he thinks she does at least. He really wants to know the secret though. "That is a trade secret, I'm afraid."

He thinks about it and came to the conclusion that he would just have to go here every time he wants an energized coffee. He hums and nods his head, acknowledging her reason.

"Can I get a second cup?"

"Of course, sir! Please just wait for a second."

[spaciousreasoning]

Setting Out Wreaths

Slept right through Deborah, Tim and Sue getting up and going to the airport. Hope I don’t sleep through my turn to go to the airport tomorrow morning. At least it’s a little bit later.

I did not get out of bed until right about 11 a.m., EST. When I checked my blood sugar it was up again, to 160. Turns out that in addition to all the carbs last night, I forgot to take my meds afterwards.

So I started my day with a shower and then enjoyed another piece of the egg and sausage casserole, along with a cup of coffee.

Eventually Deborah and I headed over to pick up Sarah, and we went to the Albert G. Horton Jr. Veterans Memorial Cemetery to place wreaths on the gravesites of our family members. Families are invited to do that today. Tomorrow, volunteers from the Horton Wreath Society, started by our mother, Jeanne Banks, will place wreaths on all the remaining sites at the cemetery.

After we finished with the wreaths and Sarah wrapped up some remaining details regarding Boe’s market, Deborah drove over to Windsor, where her pharmacy is located.

Then we stopped by the Chesapeake home of Aunt Mary Ellen and her son Brian Lee to drop off some leftovers from last night’s reception. They were unable to make it yesterday because they both had bad colds. They texted their thanks a little after we let them know the food was on their porch.

From there drove over to the Oozlefinch Brewery, located on the grounds of the former Fort Monroe in Hampton, Virginia.

The Oozlefinch is the unofficial historic mascot of the Air Defense Artillery and, formerly, of the U.S. Army Coast Artillery Corps. It is portrayed as a featherless bird that flies backwards at supersonic speeds and carries weapons. The Oozlefinch has been portrayed in many different forms through its history. The many stories about the origins of the Oozlefinch agree that the legend began in 1905 at Ft. Monroe, then home of the Coast Artillery Corps.

We picked up something to eat from the Deutscher Imbiss, a German food truck parked outside that’s a favorite of my sisters. Then we went into the brewery for a drink. Deborah and Sarah had a beer, and I got a soft drink to go with my currywurst and French fries. The girls brought their food home with them, while mine was devoured rather quickly.

After dropping Sarah off at home, we got back to Deborah’s house. She took her evening shower while I started packing for my flight out in the morning. It departs Norfolk at 8 a.m., so we’ll need to leave Smithfield about 6 a.m. so I can arrive an hour before departure time. One hour in advance works for a relatively small airport like Norfolk.

I signed in for the flight via the United app this morning. If all goes well, I’ll be back in Eugene by 1 p.m., PST, and Nancy has promised to be there waiting for me. My exciting adventures during the flight west will be reported tomorrow night in this place. Stay tuned!

[alchemist-of-altoids]

Okay but imagine this:

They have three kids. A daughter, and then a twin boy and girl. I’ll say they’re about a year and half apart. They let the Batkids pick their middle names, so long as they all agree and the name isn’t a dumb joke. Of course they float around some stupid names, but they don’t go through with and of them. The eldest daughter is Annika Mary Kyle-Wayne, (after Selina’s friend (I’m pretty sure that she was made up for The Batman but I like it), and Dick’s mom) and the twins are named Thomas Jack Kyle-Wayne (After Thomas Wayne and Jack Drake) and Martha Catherine Kyle-Wayne. (After Thomas Wayne and Catherine Todd)

Now, naturally these kids would all have favorites. Besides Alfred, because he’s everyone’s favorite by default. (Dick called dibs on naming a kid after Alfred back when he was still 9 so Alfred wouldn’t let them name any of Bruce’s after him. Afterall, Master Grayson did indeed call dibs) But I imagine Annika’s favorites would be Dick, Damian, and Tim. She literally wants them all the time. She loves watching Dick flip around. She giggles at everything Damian does and absolutely ADORES his veritable menagerie. And s whenever she’s sleepy she wants Tim. She falls asleep on top of him and he can’t help but fall asleep too. Then the twins are born. Martha is a daddy’s girl in the same that Thomas is a mama’s boy. Martha loves her daddy, and her other two favorites are Jason and Cass. She loves dancing with Cass and watching her spin around so gracefully. Jason probably held her more than anyone else. Everytime he saw her he would just scoop her up and she LOVES it. Her first word was Jay. Meanwhile, Thomas basically clings to his mom nonstop. For that first month, pretty much the only other people who can hold him for more than 10 minutes without him crying are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. He quickly takes after Steph’s type of humor. From the moment he can walk Thomas is waddling around after Duke and he wants to be Signal for Halloween basically every year. This is not helped when they discover Thomas is a meta with powers VERY similar to Duke’s. And Barbara can get him to sleep like no one else. He seemed to have taken to insomnia early on, and he would just sit with Barbara and watch her work.

Don’t get me wrong, these people are human disasters and have no idea how to interact with babies. ESPECIALLY ones that are part of their family. Because literally none of them have ever had the experience of having a literal baby sibling. But these babies are getting all of them to take better care of themselves. Dick realizes that Annika has started bottling up her feelings and hiding injuries like him, so he stops doing that. Jason sees Martha start being rude to people for no reason, so he tries to find healthier ways to communicate. Tim can’t NOT fall asleep when Annika is on top of him and he sleeps through nights because of it. He’s pretty much only drinking coffee because he likes it now. He doesn’t even complain (too much) when they switch him over to decaf. Steph sees that Thomas starts to distance himself from everyone else, and realizes that she’s been acting like she wasn’t adopted into the family years ago and starts to mend that. Damian sees Annika playing with one of swords and realizes that maybe he needs to keep those locked up and start practicing more restraint. Everytime Bruce lies about his condition or gets too worked up or any of his other millions of bad habits Martha just cries until he stops doing it and holds her. Duke realizes that Thomas is doing the same thing he does, waking up at about five or six in the morning and then not going to sleep until one or two in the morning and realizes that he needs to stop doing double patrols. Duke also helps Thomas (and by extension himself) understand that just because he’s a meta, doesn’t make him any less part of the family. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and using their power is only natural for them. Barbara takes way more breaks and gets away from screens WAY more often now that Thomas is always around. Selina and Alfred are so grateful to these babies for inspiring the Batfam to get healthier.

This didn’t even get into the INSANE skill kits these kids would have and not even realize were unusual to have. I’ll probably write that later bc that was actually the thought that sent me down this rabbit hole but it’s getting late and this is already long enough.

The BatKids when Selina’s had the baby are so confused. Like…. They have no idea what to do with a sibling this age. They’re used to them just…. Spawning fully formed one day. No introduction period, just bam, sibling number seven, eight, nine, whatever.

They’ve never had an introductory phase where the sibling isn’t able to run around in spandex already. How do they interact with them????? They’re scared they might break the baby.

Bruce and Selina just let them bumble through it because it’s adorable and also hilarious revenge for the weird shit the kids have done in the past.

[khneltea]

Tim, Tim, timmity Tim, I said Tim Tim timmity Tim (Tim Tim Tim)

@maribatmarch-2k21 "internet friends"

Marinette and Tim are shit posters, ok

They need an outlet

And they are gen z kids high on caffeine

So they post shit online

They don't meet in real life

And they don't know each other

Why?

Because:

Tim is strictly a twitter shit poster

And mari is a tumblr shit poster

Tumblr and Twitter give each other shade, they should never meet

But what happens if

An anonymous twitter AND tumblr poster (same person with a twitter and tumblr) decides to do a "conversation" and edit shit posts made by Tim and mari together to make it seem like they had an intense rivalry

It was all fun and games

Til the two discovered it themselves

And got themselves into a twitter/tumblr war

They both got accounts on each other's respective platforms

And had a square off

It was meme war

They were trending for 2 weeks

And then it became dead silent

Everyone on the platforms were in chaos, wondering what happened

One tumblr kid says:

"lmao, they probably eloped in Vegas"

And 2 hours later, DuePAIN on twitter tweets

Shit my font went wrong tf

[ggomos-maribat]

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Tim is about to take his breakfast up to his room (earning himself reproachful glances from Alfred) when he hears laughter from the main lounge area. It’s delightful laughter, not the ugly, devilish ones his brothers chortle out when they successfully pull off another prank on Dick. So he knows it’s not any of them. 

He peeks into the room and nearly drops his plate. 

They’re all sitting in a circle, chatting and giggling around Marinette as she multitasks between sketching designs and entertaining them. Kon’s large figure is draped on the sofa as he animatedly talks about one of his adventures. Bart is sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Cassie is beside Marinette, imparting her witty retorts and receiving everyone’s laughs in response. 

Tim rubs his eyes. Maybe I need more sleep. 

“Oh, hey Tim!” Marinette waves. “Good morning, sleepyface.”  

Tim blushes a deep shade of red as his friends snicker at his rubber duck pajamas. “What are you guys doing here?” 

“Mari’s making new designs for us,” Bart replies. “Inspired by our superhero alter egos. Isn’t that cool?” 

Tim snorts. Just because Marinette has revealed herself, she has taken the liberty of stealing their hero friends. Dick hasn’t stopped whining about it since the previous day. He won’t be surprised if she comes for Bernard next. 

“Whatever. I’m gonna go eat.” He makes a sharp hasty turn and stalks back to the kitchen. 

—

Dick buries his head in his hands. “It’s all over! She’s got them too!” 

Jason, carrying a bunch of groceries for Alfred, and Steph, who brought the drinks the family ordered, stroll into the kitchen. 

“Who’s got who?” Jason asks. 

The eldest’s face curls into a sour expression as he points towards the dining hall. Marinette is there, surrounded by members of the Justice League in civilian form: Diana, Clark, Hal, Barry, Zatanna, Dinah, Oliver, and Arthur. The room is lively just from their chatter over lunch. 

“She’s got Bruce’s friends too!” Dick says, devastated. 

Steph guffaws. “Don’t you know they’ve been friends for a long time now? Like since Ladybug joined the League?” 

Dick’s face turns grim. “This situation is much worse than I thought.” 

Jason rolls his eyes. “Really, Dickie, it’s usually just for commissions. She’s not actually stealing our friends.” 

“Roy visited her the other day! With Kory!” 

“. . . Okay we need to do something about this.”

—

Marinette walks down the street, lugging along multiple rolls of fabric and supplies for her new commission. She’s glad to have other heroes as fans of her work—it’s an opportunity to work on new designs other than ones inspired by her family. 

As she heads towards the bus stop, she stops on her tracks, recognizing a group of people sitting around a table outside a cozy cafe. Dick leaning back on his chair, sunglasses on; Jason is sipping from his drink; Tim chugging down his coffee; and Damian has his permanent scowl on. 

Along with them are her friends. Adrien, Kagami, Chloe, Luka, Juleka and even Felix. 

She marches up towards them, hands on her hips, glare directed at Dick. “Oh my god. You guys are so petty.” 

“It was Jason’s idea,” says Dick nonchalantly.

Marinette stares at Jason. “You fucking drama queen.” 

He grins. “Thank you.” 

She rolls her eyes, returning her friends’ greetings. Leaning down, she presses a quick peck on Felix’s cheek. “Invite them to the manor tonight for dinner since you dragged them all the way here,” she instructed her brothers.

“Maybe we’ll go out to dinner ourselves.” Dick crosses his arms.

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[marauderundercover]

Ice Cream Weekends

Hi, this is just fluff. Pure fluff and nothing else. (Reverse Robins and Bio!dad Bruce)

Ages: Damian (23) Marinette (21) Tim (16) Jason (14) Dick (9)

“Dad, we’ll be fine. It’s one weekend. We’re not helpless.” Marinette reassures her dad, practically pushing him out the door. If he cancelled another trip with Selina, she’d be pissed. And a pissed off Selina means that the wedding is gonna be pushed back and Marinette was not about to let that happen. Not again.

“Are you sure you and Damian can handle the others? And you’re sure I don’t need someone to fill in for Alfred?” He asks, obviously trying to find a reason to stay. Marinette huffs, crossing her arms as she glares up at her dad.

“Are you forgetting that I basically grew up in a French bakery before coming to live with you? Seriously?” She points out, smirking at the resigned look on his face.

“It’s the first time I’ve left Dick alone.” He says softly. She glances behind her, where Dick was currently chasing Jason in an attempt to get him to play tag. Her youngest brother was sweet, and despite the incident at the circus, seemed to be adjusting okay.

“I know. But he’s gonna be fine. I promise.” She says.

“Call me or Selina if you guys need anything. And I mean anything.” He says. She agrees, and waves as he gets into the car. Yeah, she’ll call them. When hell freezes over. She was not about to be the one to ruin their romantic weekend. If they really needed them, she’d make Damian call. He didn’t care about possibly ruining a romantic weekend. Locking the door, she turns and whistles, grinning as her youngest brother runs right to her, standing at attention. The other two trail behind him, neither looking excited.

“Okay men, we have an entire weekend without Dad. Do you know what that means?” She asks, posing to try and mimic a general.

“Ice cream for dinner!” Dick cheers, jumping up and down. Marinette grins.

“Right you are, soldier! What else?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at Tim.

“No sleep?” He asks, finally smiling.

“Like that’s any different for you.” Jason mumbles with crossed arms.

“Good job boys. And what’s the last thing?” She asks, grinning as they all look confused. Perfect. “Nobody tells Dad!” She cheers, laughing as Dick whoops and starts running in circles.

“Or, you could be responsible like you told Father you would be. Actually make them eat dinner and sleep. Two things that are important for their health.” Damian drawls, walking into the room with his arms crossed. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Or, you could stop being such a buzzkill.” She suggests. He scowls.

“I am not a buzzkill. I am, however, taking Father’s instructions seriously. Grayson and Todd are both supposed to be in bed no later than eleven.” He says.

“That’s not fair! What about-” Jason argues, clearly about to mention patrol, something he knew he wasn't supposed to mention around Dick. It was bad enough that Jason and Tim had taken up the mantle of Robin at 12. Dick would not be allowed out of the house in costume for several years. No way.

“Father said that Drake and I will handle it. You, Marinette and Grayson will remain here.” Damian says in a no-nonsense tone.

“Come on guys, we’re supposed to be having fun! Dad and Alfred are gone, it’s okay to just relax.” Marinette insists, letting Dick grab her hand as she starts towards the kitchen. “Dick and I are going to make gigantic ice cream sundaes and eat until we get sick. You losers can either join us, or go eat some stupid dinner that Damian buys because I’m not cooking tonight.” She adds, laughing as Dick cheers.

“Yeah losers! Mari and I are the best!” He yells, practically vibrating in excitement. Marinette grins. This was going to be the best weekend ever. Walking into the kitchen, she grabs the stack of special bowls she had bought specifically for this weekend. They were huge, perfect for giant ice cream sundaes and she’d gotten one for each of her siblings. She figured Jason would trail in eventually, if only to get away from Damian. She loved her brothers, truly she did. But every time he had to wear the cowl, Damian got cranky. It was annoying. She may find his uniform as Red Bird disgusting, but he was always more relaxed as his own persona. Pulling out several different types of ice cream and all of the toppings she could find, Marinette grins at the completely covered counter.

“Okay kiddo, how’re we doing this?” She asks, completely prepared to watch her youngest brother slip into a sugar coma.

“Can I have anything?” He asks, eyes wide as he takes everything in.

“Of course.” She says.

“Then I want chocolate ice cream and cookies n cream ice cream and cookie dough ice cream and fruity pebbles ice cream and the peanut butter cup ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallows and caramel and gummy bears and m&ms and whipped cream and a cherry and, oh! Sprinkles! Lots and lots of sprinkles!” He lists off all in one breath. Marinette blinks at him before nodding and beginning to scoop ice cream.

“It’s your sundae, kid.” She says, trying to ignore the nagging thought (that sounds an awful lot like Damian) that this was a horrible idea. She wasn’t going to listen, because that would mean admitting defeat and Dick would probably be upset. So hopefully nothing too bad happens.

“What the hell?” Jason asks, walking in. Marinette frowns.

“Language, Jay.” She reminds him, nodding towards Dick. He rolls his eyes, ruffling Dick’s hair before grabbing a handful of gummy bears.

“Is all that ice cream for him?” He asks, pointing at the huge bowl that she was currently drowning in toppings.

“Yup. Told you guys we’re going to eat ourselves into sugar comas.” She says, passing her little brother his sundae before starting on (a smaller) one for herself.

“Think you can get me a couple scoops of strawberry?” Jason asks after a pause. She looks over at him and grins.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She teases, switching over to getting his ice cream. She glances over at Dick, eyes widening when she sees the huge dent he’s already made in his ice cream. “Hey, slow down kiddo. You’re gonna get a brain freeze.” She says. He nods, but continues shoveling the ice cream in at an alarming rate. Marinette passes Jason his ice cream while sliding a glass of water to Dick. He frowns at it.

“What’s that for?” He asks with a pout as he hugs his ice cream bowl closer.

“It’s so you can slow down. I don’t actually want you in a sugar coma, buddy.” She says softly, he sighs, but still takes a long drink of water. Finishing up the toppings on her sundae, Marinette grins as Tim walks in.

“Does your offer of ice cream for dinner still stand?” He asks, holding a cup of what she knows to be coffee. She hums, turning to the freezer and grabbing the one ice cream she hadn’t offered to Dick.

“Is your favorite flavor still ‘Coffee Bean Blast’ from Trader Joe’s?” She asks, holding the container. Tim nods with a grin, watching as she gets him several large scoops.

“Thanks Mars.” He says, taking the bowl from her and adding his toppings. Hot fudge and chocolate covered espresso beans. She starts putting away the toppings and ice cream so that they won’t melt, knowing the chances of Damian joining them were slim. He’d never really acted like a kid. Not as long as she’d known him. And since he’s Batman for the weekend, he’d be even less likely to do anything fun. Just as she’s closing the last ice cream container, the kitchen door swings open again.

“I think it may be beneficial for our….bond as siblings, if I were to participate in this ice cream for dinner experiment.” Damian says, his face serious as he walks in. Marinette raises an eyebrow in surprise, but grins at her brother.

“What flavor?” She asks. This was going to be the best weekend ever.

---

Bonus: “I blame you for giving him so much sugar!” Damian yells, stacking a smaller stepladder onto their tallest ladder.

“How was I supposed to know the kid would be able to get up onto the chandeliers?” Marinette counters, sticking mattresses underneath where Dick was hanging precariously, a large grin on his ice-cream covered face. Maybe next time she shouldn’t let him have so much ice cream.

@maribat-bdbwm

[galla02006]

One of my favorite Maribat fics are definitely male Marinette and female Damian (genderbending) and it’s really a pity there aren’t a lot of them.

I've got this idea in my head for a while so here we go

So Mari (Marin) has been living in Gotham for a while and he’s been dating Dami (Dahlia) in secret ( I imagine Chloe (Claude) and Jon (Jess) are the only ones to know though)

They’re like 24/25, and they've probably been dating for like two years at this point.

the batboys and girls have noticed Dami acting weird sometimes, but it wasn’t anything they thought of seriously until Dami wanted to move out for no reason other than ‘i need my own personal space’ to say everyone was caught off guard was an understatement, they were utterly Shocked but they respected it.

So Dami moves out and into an apartment with Marin, and like I said before, no one knows they’re dating other than Claude and Jess (I imagine something happing between them too if Ya know what I mean :’3) anyways, it gets harder to hide their relationship from her family since they live together but it's totally worth it.

I imagine all these different scenarios, like a house/apartment warming part with her family and Marin having to hide in his office just to avoid them, them casually dropping in Unannounced, and Marin and Dahlia having to get creative with hiding him, and she has to come up with excuses about why there are two glasses of wine out, or who she was talking to, etc.

This goes on for six months before someone figures it out, and it's the girls because I say so UwU.

I imagine, they felt that Dahlia was hiding something from them (call it sisters intuition) and they went to investigate, it didn’t take long for them to figure it out, they, of course, felt a bit of betrayal, but after they got to know Marin and his perfection they understood the reason Dahlia didn’t want him to meet their family, they would probably act like total idiots (Dick, Jason, Tim, Bruce. Alfred, of course, knew. I don't know much about Duke so I'll just not add him but you can imagine he found out with the girls, cuz why not)

Let's time skip a few months cuz why not, This how I imagine the guys find out about Daminette.

So it's another rogue attack and scarecrow manages to inject Robin with the new fear toxin, blah, blah, blah, they beat him, blah, blah, blah, they get back to the cave, they give her the antidote and take some blood when she's passed out to make sure the toxin is out of her system, and when the results are back, bam, she's pregnant, the boys are shocked af and run it three more times and when it comes back the same every time they freak and as soon as she's awake they start interrogating her, Dahlia at first is confused since she didn’t know, so the guys had to stop for a second to look at each other then back at her and tell her she was pregnant, the first thing her face showed was shock then it turned as red as Marin’s Scarlet bug suit, back to the boys and their shocked faces, seeing their sister/daughter with an embarrassed expression was not something they expected, Bruce, Dick, and Jason thought they were injected with the new fear toxin, Tim just thought he was hallucinating from lack of sleep. anyways after about 5 minutes of that, they snap out of it and start asking questions again, and Dahlia seeing no way out of it finally tells them about Marin. To say they were shocked was yet again, an understatement, Queue The boys breaking out into a shocked debate/argument and low key acting like idiots. Also, queue the girls walking in and being confused af,

Barbara: “what's going on?”

Tim low key in denial this is even reality drinking coffee: “Deamon Spawn’s pregnant.”

The girls: “what!? You're pregnant!? :D”

Steph “it’s Marins, right? :’3)

Dahlia: “OF COURSE IT’S MARINS!”

Steph “sheesh, I was joking :P”

Bruce, Dick, Jason: “YOU KNEW!”

Time skip #2

She tells Mari, blah, blah, blah, Marin meets the fam, blah, blah, blah, they have baby, blah, blah, blah, they get married.

The end

Sorry for the rushed ending, I really didn't feel like writing it :P

(This is how I imagine the apartment just with different colors)

If anyone ever reads or has read something similar please @ me (doesn't have to be genderbend)

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 8

First

Previous

Marinette had never thought that living in another world would be this hard.

Sure, she had known that she would have issues when it came to the whole ‘she wasn’t technically supposed to be here and therefore needed a new identity’ thing. That was kind of obvious. The story they’d come up with had been simple enough -- she had grown up in Gotham with her parents, was highschool sweethearts with Tim, they had gotten married, he’d moved in with her, and her parents had died so she’d gotten custody of Damian. She was pretty sure Tim had a tragic backstory, but she didn’t really have that memorized yet. She wasn’t all that worried about it, though, she spent quite a lot of time dodging answering questions about her private life as Ladybug. Marinette probably wouldn’t even need to memorize his backstory (she would, of course, because she was nothing if not an overachiever, but she was well aware of the fact that it wasn’t quite necessary).

But, no, it was the small things that made it difficult.

Like affection.

Marinette was Parisian, she was used to greeting people with kisses on both cheeks. Hugs were something reserved for people you were close to.

But, no, Americans just insisted on being backward in everything that they do. And, supposedly, Marinette was American. She could get away with her accent because Gotham had a bunch of different people and it was easy to claim she came from the French part of town, but when it came to customs? No, she had to at least try and act like someone who had lived in America for her entire life.

So, when she was greeted with a hug from the most affectionate of her fellow interns, Marinette suppressed a cringe and patted her on the back awkwardly.

“Hi, Paige,” she said.

Paige beamed. “Ready for work?”

Marinette squinted up at the building. The WE in this universe was even taller than in her usual one.

… or maybe it just looked like that because she dreaded going inside. Ugh. Being an intern was going to suck.

“No.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks…”

But, despite Paige’s assurances, it did not go fine.

And it wasn’t even the job thing that wasn’t going well. That, at least, she could handle. No, it was this world’s meme culture that sent her spiraling.

She’d been holding exactly nine cups of coffee, seven mugs of tea, and one energy drink can. Marinette didn’t know if it was her time working in a bakery or some sort of latent Ladybug skills or what but it wasn’t even all that difficult to hold them all.

Paige raised her eyebrows at her, looking vaguely concerned. “Do you need help?” She asked, hands already out as if expecting her to say yes.

Marinette cracked a grin. “No. I’m fine. It’s not even that hard. I could probably carry another two drinks, even.”

“Freaky flexing, but fine.”

“... the fuck did you just say to me?”

~

Tim hummed lightly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, baby sleeping soundly on his shoulder. Marinette fumbled the keys to their new apartment, mumbling curses.

She’d outright told him that she didn’t really care, that she’d lived above a bakery for most of her life so it wasn’t like she would mind as long as the place had counter space…

So why was he nervous?

He felt the tiny hand in his shirt grip him tighter and he looked down. Damian was still fast asleep, sucking on his pacifier peacefully. Tim wondered, idly, how that worked. Was it a reflex that humans lose as they age like the grasping reflex or was it a learned behavior that went away when it wasn’t reinforced anymore?

Marinette managed to open the door, her cheeks tinged red at how difficult it had been, and she swung it open.

He stopped bobbing up and down to watch her face.

But she just shrugged to herself and bent down to grab the box she’d brought up.

He tried not to look too relieved as he followed her inside and watched her set the box down on the kitchen island.

She glanced back at him. “I call cleaning and setting up the apartment!” She said brightly.

“Okay…?” He said, confused as to why she was so excited to clean up…

But then Damian started to stir.

Oh. If she had cleanup duty… then he had…

Baby duty.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Shit, Mari, wait --!”

“Too late! You already said okay!” She said, already heading to the door.

Damian spat out his pacifier and took that one long, deep breath he always took before he was about to scream.

“Mari!”

She stuck her tongue out at him and disappeared around the doorframe just as the baby started to cry.

Tim heaved a sigh and pressed a kiss to the top of the kid’s head. The wailing quieted a little, but didn’t stop. Tim would take it, he hadn’t even been expecting Damian to quiet himself. This was an absolute win in his book.

He glanced at the box that had been brought up but, unfortunately, they hadn’t had enough foresight to bring the baby supplies.

He poked his head out the door and yelled for Marinette to bring up the box with the baby stuff first. She yelled ‘fuck you’ in response but when she came back she handed him the box regardless.

He smiled -- or, at least, he smiled as much as it was possible to smile when a baby was screaming at you -- and went to work figuring out what was wrong.

~

There was good news and bad news.

Good news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

Bad news was that Damian was starting to learn that crying was okay.

And, listen, Marinette obviously preferred that. She wanted to know when the kid was hurt or hungry or even just craving affection… but ugh.

She twisted around in the bed to squint at the clock.

Three o’clock. Great.

She groaned softly and buried her face in Damian’s hair again. “Dami, please, I have work tomorrow. Shhhhhhhhh,” she pleaded. As if she didn’t have to go to work every day.

Damian, of course, didn’t stop crying.

Marinette thought she was going to cry.

Tim pulled his arm from around them so he could cover his ears with his pillow.

She reluctantly sat up. Damian banged his little fists against her shoulder in an attempt to tell her… something. Probably that he wasn’t happy. As if the entire apartment complex couldn’t hear just how unhappy he was.

She changed his diaper and then got him Cow. Hopefully that would sate him for the rest of the night.

She clambered back into bed and sent Tim a weak smile when he wrapped an arm around them.

She scooted toward him, because Damian was reaching for him and his eyes were closed, and tucked her head under his chin. He tensed just slightly before relaxing and tangling his legs with hers.

Damian seemed to like being cocooned between them, because he made a vague happy sound and settled down to sleep without much (more) fussing.

Tim hummed lightly. His voice was terrible, but it seemed to calm Damian so Marinette wasn’t about to complain.

It took a while for Damian to go back to sleep but, eventually, he did. Unfortunately, he fell asleep while biting the crinkly ears of his plush and it was hard to sleep with the steady crkcrkcrkcrk sound right next to her.

From the way Tim’s breathing had yet to slow, he wasn’t asleep either.

Well, at least that was something to do.

“I’m beginning to think the reason babies are so cute is that otherwise we would kill them,” she joked, her voice soft so as not to wake the kid again.

Not that it would matter all that much. She could, unfortunately, not see herself going back to sleep before her alarm went off.

He chuckled and nodded as much as he could with her head beneath his. “Right? I just want one night of good sleep --.”

He stopped suddenly.

She drew back a little to check that he was fine, only to see him looking mildly horrified.

“We need to go back home soon. I’m going to get used to sleeping like a normal person. I can’t do that,” he said.

She grinned. “Oh no. The horror.”

“No, you don’t get it. If I do that then I’ll be giving into my family’s wishes. I can’t let them think they’re right about something!”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Here, I’ll make it easier for you: I don’t want you to sleep. As Dami and I are your only family -- legally -- for the next fifteen years, you must not do what we want. Therefore, you have to sleep.”

“Ah. Reverse psychology.”

“Well, I am a psych major.” Some of the amusement faded. “Was a psych major.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. I dunno. I’d figured it was the closest I could get to being Ladybug again.”

“You’re still Ladybug.”

She shrugged just slightly. “Yeah. I dunno,” she said again. She tried for a grin. “Doesn’t feel the same when there’s no emotional terrorism involved.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to do the same thing over and over again for a million years.”

“There’s some comfort in things staying the same.”

“Oh? Maybe we should trade.”

“That’s an amazing plan that I see no problems with. You get to go around beating up the Meta Of The Week and I’ll stay in Gotham dealing with all the idiots in spandex.”

“Are we switching outfits, too?”

“Oh yeah. Obviously. Gotta commit to the whole ‘switching’ thing. I bet I’ll look cuter in your outfit, too.”

“Ah, yes, because cuteness is the most important part of vigilante costumes.”

“We end up in papers all the time, being cute is totally important.”

He chuckled lightly and she felt the arm around her give her a tiny squeeze. She buried her face in his chest.

“You should try and sleep.”

“Hypocrite,” she teased, but she could already feel her eyelids drooping.

He hummed. She thought that, maybe, it didn’t sound so bad as to make him stop.

~

Tim had been in the middle of bathing Damian as he always did before bed when he’d accidentally splashed water on his face.

Perfectly fine and normal.

What wasn’t perfectly fine and normal was that the baby responded by saying: “Oh shit!”

Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“MARINETTE,” he yelled.

Marinette was there in seconds. There was some kind of green paste on her face. She’d been in the middle of her usual skincare routine. He thought it was kind of weird that near-immortals needed skincare routines but that wasn’t the point here.

She looked around frantically. “What?! What’s wrong?!”

“Damian just said sh --... he said the s-word.”

Marinette relaxed at that and sent Tim a glare. “Don’t blame this one on me. You’re the one that says that.”

Tim frowned. Because, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure she was right.

“Now, if he’d said ‘fuck’, that would have been on me, but he didn’t, so --.”

“FUCK,” Damian said brightly.

Tim glared at Marinette again, this time rightfully so.

She looked a little sheepish. “... okay, yeah, that one’s on me.”

~~~~~

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@nathleigh @peachmuses @unoriginalmess @hammalammadamdam @astrynyx @laurcad123 @927roses-and-stuff

[another-cancer]

Day 12, July 20th Dare

“I dare you to ask him out.”

Fuck. She couldn’t turn down a dare.

Tim and Mari moments.

///

“Achoo!” Marinette sneezed, “Fucking hell.”

“I told you you would get a cold,” Tim said as he handed her a bowl of soup.

“Fuck of Timmy I was trying to stop your brother from murdering someone.”

“That doesn’t stop you from wearing a jacket.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at Tim as she started sneezing again.

///

“When was the last time you slept?” Marinette asked Tim.

“Um, it’s been almost two days I think? I can keep going, I just need some coffee,” Tim said before passing out into Marinette’s arms.

She dragged him into his bedroom tucking him in. She then wrapped herself up with her blanket to warm herself.

///

Tim woke up to find Marinette passed out in a very uncomfortable position. He tucked her in and made his way to the kitchen, searching for the coffee he knew Marinette had.

///

“How are you so good at this game?”

“My parents loved it, we played it constantly. I even played in a couple of tournaments. One of my old classmates is now part of the developer teams for the new one coming out in a couple of months. I even got to playtest it,” Marinette smirked.

“Fuck you’re going to kick my ass in that when it comes out too.”

“Yep.”

///

“We should invite Damian over,” Marinette said out of the blue.

“Out of all my siblings, you want to invite him? To do what spar? That’s all he’ll really want to do anyway.”

“I’m just kinda bored, Damian always manages to make things interesting.”

“Yeah. That’s one way to put it,” Tim said.

///

“So you and Jason-”

“Stop,” Marinette interrupted.

The two were sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

“But you guys both like each other so why not go for it?”

“Don’t lie, he doesn’t like me.”

“But you admit you like him?” Tim smirked.

“Shut up,” she said, staring into the cup of coffee.

“I’m pretty sure he likes you too.”

“Can we just drop it?”

“Fine, but I still think-”

“Tim!”

///

Dick was in the apartment hovering over the bed.

“AHHHHH,” Marinette screamed, “How the fuck did you get in?”

“I have a key,” Dick replied.

Next to her a disoriented Tim woke up, “What’s going on?”

“This is where you have been this whole time?” Dick asked.

“Huh?” Tim was confused.

“I’ve been texting you these last couple of days asking where you are.”

“I texted you the first day,” Tim said, reaching for his phone, “Oh I never sent it. Sorry”

Tim flopped back into the bed hiding from the light, while Marinette got up to greet her guest properly.

Once out of the room Dick asked, “How did you get him to sleep?”

She shrugged, “He said he likes the mattress.”

///

Dick was washing the dishes.

“Why is he doing that?” Tim questioned.

“I’m not really sure,” Marinette replied.

She had been watching the whole time with a confused expression across her face.

“I’m doing this because apparently none of you two have done the dishes in days. There are a million coffee cups in this sink. Jeez, the fact that either of you has been able to sleep is amazing.”

“But we did the dishes yesterday morning. We always do them when both of us are up,” Marinette explained.

“You’re saying these mugs are just from yesterday?” Dick exclaimed.

“Yeah, looks about right,” Tim answered.

///

Dick had taken their coffee.

“I hate shopping,” Marinette complained.

“Same.”

“Is this even the right brand?”

“Let me see,” Tim said, taking the container from her hands, “yeah it is.”

“Fuck they raised the price again.”

Marinette was about to put the coffee back when Tim stopped her.

“God, I need to give you a raise. Maybe I’ll talk to Bruce about giving everyone a raise, again,” Tim suggested.

“No, I just need to go home and revise the monthly budget a bit.”

“Fine, but I’m still paying for the coffee.”

///

“I fucking hate budgets.”

“Mood.”

“I need to re-budget the household plan and then submit a new budget plan to the board. But fuck with the amount of money offered to actually pay my department well that would be 65% of the budget. Which obviously, I’ll end up going with but that means supplies are going to be cut. And with the household budget, I need to take fewer small commissions in order to save on fabric to be able to afford the good coffee and keep donating the same amount to charities. Maybe I can ask Jason to take up a few more odd jobs,” Marinette ranted.

Meanwhile, Tim made a list of one item, Tell board to give JTodd a bigger budget.

///

“Why don’t you-”

“I swear to god if this is about Jason again I will throw you out the window.”

“But-”

“Tim!”

“I dare you to ask him out.”

Fuck. She couldn’t turn down a dare.

///

“Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne, get your ass in here!” Marinette called from the bedroom.

Tim sprinted in fear, “Yes Mari.”

“Did you mess up the pillow wall?”

His eyes went wide as he was frozen.

“No,” Tim weakly denied.

///

Jason was home. Opening his apartment door he found a mess. Making his way to the bedroom was even worse. It was completely destroyed with Tim asleep on one side of the pillow wall and Pixie on the other.

Jason was exhausted. And with as little room there was in the bed he climbed in right next to Mari who managed to sense his arrival.

“Hey Jay,” she whispered.

“Hey Pixie, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Notes:

So I have no clue when the next chapter will be out, because unless I write it today there is a strong possibility there won't be another for a week or so.

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[ilovebeing-weird]

The bats' secrets

Tim Drake was a duck, no he was three ducks impersonating a human. He was the ducks you saw in duck tales covered by a trench coat. Contrary to popular belief he wasn't a human. Wanna know why he is a genius? Because he is three ducks as one human. And ducks are intelligent apparently.

Wanna know why is she so awkward? Because duck! He didn't know what to do in the human world! He lived with animals all his life.

Shocked? That's what Marinette was feeling right now. Her boyfriend wanted to tell her a big secret and she didn't know what could be a bigger secret than him being Red Robin, but there was! He wasn't a human!

Now what's next? Huh? Jason's Donald? Here to take care of his three nephews, and went ape shit when he saw his nephews nowhere. He must've thought that "Tim" had eaten them. This actually made sense. Donald did have a hell of a temper.

One of the ducks whom Marinette presumed was Lui stepped forward. "I know that it must be hard for you to process Marinette but I wanted to be honest with you. I couldn't lie anymore. I am really sorry."

Marinette actually didn't know how to process that so she ran away. She knew that Ti- no, the ducks must've expected it because they didn't follow herher or tried to stop her and she was thankful for it. She ran to her and Tim's shared room before deciding against it and running to a guest room. (She could've walked but that wouldn't have been dramatic enough)

Marinette collapsed against a wall (dramatically) and sat there not knowing what to feel. She wanted to cry and scream but she also wanted to laugh. Because if you remove the whole 'my boyfriend lied to me about being a human which is actually the weirdest lie I have heard in my life and I don't know what's real anymore and what's fake' this situation was actually really funny.

Before Marinette could figure out her thoughts a knock sounded at her door. She opened the door expecting the ducks or anyone but Bruce. He awkwardly stood there for a while and they just stared at each other for a while before Bruce spoke, "I-uh-heard what happened between you and Ti-." Before Bruce could finish his sentence, Marinette interrupted him.

"Please don't call them that." Marinette averted her eyes. Bruce nodded, understanding her feelings. What the fuck was even happening anymore. Marinette had no idea. Life actually stopped making sense when she discovered that her boyfriend was Red Robin.

Marinette motioned for Bruce to come in and sit down and he began speaking again "So yeah, I heard that you know who, isn't a human? I know that it must be hard. Because you loved him. And uh, I won't say that I understand all of this because I obviously don't, and um. I don't think I have anything else to say." Bruce said, getting up. Marinette got up too and slipped on him. Bruce caught her but Marinette fell on him and before she could comprehend what happened Bruce, or the bats, flew out from the cloak he wore.

Bruce wasn't real either! He was also a bat. Not one bat, 100 bats! what the fuck is happening!? Marinette couldn't contain her scream this time and she screamed and ran away. She wanted to just go home. She wanted to forget about all of this. Just wanted to sleep and wake up to everything normal. No duck boyfriend, no vampire bat human and no Donald Jason. Well, the last one hasn't been proven yet but given the circumstances it may as well be true.

She was about to run out of the manor Alfred stopped her. "Ms. Marinette, please sit down. Dinner would be served soon."

"I-uh, I have to go." Marinette said, fiddling with the hem of shirt. Alfred raised an eyebrow.

"It's very late right now Ms. Marinette, I can't let you go out in this dangerous city alone." Marinette couldn't disagree with Alfred and if she doesn't include the whole duck and bats situation, it was a win. Alfred's cooking was to die for. Marinette sighed and went to the dining table.

There she saw that the ducks (again in the costume) and the bats (also in the costume) were already seated. She almost went to her usual seat next to Tim but decided against it and got seated leaving a gap of two seats between them. Alfred raised an eyebrow but didn't comment otherwise.

One by one everyone (they were all staying at the manor for a while, even Jason. Courtesy of Dick) shuffled in the room. They all looked at her but didn't say anything. Well unless Jason came.

Jason whistled "What's up Replacement? What did you do to anger Pixie-Pop? Huh? You two are not being all sickenly sweet and lovey dovey like usual."

The ducks scowled at him, "I don't wanna talk about it." They glanced at her but went back to their food. Marinette felt kinda bad for them, but then remembered that they hid something so big from her.

Marinette didn't feel like eating, the food Alfred made was obviously delicious but she just wasn't hungry anymore. The occupants in this house were, she didn't even know what to say anymore. Not human? Why would someone lie about being human? That's just, kwami she didn't know what to say. Like, ducks and bats are cool but there's a fucking line. You don't pretend to be human.

Marinette wanted to groan loudly, what the fuck was happening!? This is all so weird. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Damian and the duck's voice fighting "They won't let me pet them father!"

"Damian, what the hell are you talking about!?" The bats were done.

"Drake is three ducks in a trench coat!"

"Get off me!"

"Let me pet you!"

"Damian! Get off Tim!" Dick rushed to his side trying to detach them. He pulled a thrashing Damian and Tim straightened his clothes. "Grayson, let me go!" Damian started kicking Dick but he kept his grip strong. "Dupain-Cheng! Drake is lying to you! He is not a human!"

"What are you talking about Damian?" Dick was confused, really confused. Damian always fought with Tim but he never said something like this. How can Tim not be a human!? "Damian, are you okay?"

"I think you should get some sleep demon spawn, you're behaving weird."

"Shut up Todd!" Damian snarled at Jason. Jason rolled his eyes, used to it all. Marinette had a turmoil growing inside her. Damian knew? All this time, Damian knew!? And he was mad because the ducks won't let him pet them?

Okay, her life couldn't be anymore fucked up now. "Master Tim, are you okay?" Alfred helped them get up from the floor.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks." They smiled at Alfred and went back to the table. Everyone was soon settled back.

"You've been awfully quiet today Sunshine. Is everything okay?" Dick looked at her concerned.

"Let her chill Goldie. She and Timbo had a fight." Marinette sighed internally. This wasn't true but it stopped Dick from pestering her. As soon as she had finished her meal she stood up and went to the guest room she was in before. This earned her some weird looks but they let it slide.

She sat there, her head was spinning, she felt overwhelmed from all of this. Nothing was making sense. Her head was spinning so fast that she blacked out.

Marinette woke up with a start. Tim's arms were wrapped around her protectively. Thankfully, that was all a very weird nightmare. Or was it? What if she wasn't dreaming and they used a machine on her to make it seem like it!?

She heard a groan from her side. "Bean, what happened?" Tim asked groggily. Tim was sleeping, that's a sign of danger if she had ever seen one.

"Nothing mon canard, go back to sleep. I just had a very weird dream." Tim hummed and hugged her tighter. She also went back to sleep. She needed it.

When they woke up the second time Marinette had some questions prepared. "Sooo Tim, have you been craving any bread recently?" Tim gave her a weird look.

"Bean, you okay? You know I don't like bread. Why would I crave bread?"

"Nothing, just had a thought."

"O…kay"

"Well, wanna go swimming in a pond? Have the urge to quack?"

"Mari, is this some kind of weird joke? I get it that my last name means duck but I am not a real duck." Tim asked, glaring at her. Marinette just cheekily smiled at him and went to search for Bruce.

"So, Bruce, I had some questions." Bruce raised an eyebrow at her.

"Go ahead."

"Do you like blood? As in its taste?" Bruce spat out the coffee he was drinking and started coughing.

"Marinette, are you okay?"

"Yep! Anyways, have you been hitting any blood banks recently? Have the urge to tangle your feet in someone's hair? Can you like, see or do you use echolocation?"

Bruce gave her a look which said 'are you okay? Do we need to get you checked? Did you hit your head somewhere?' Marinette just smiled at him.

Bruce just called for Tim and he came rushing down minutes after. "Bruce what happened?" Tim asked, concerned. When Bruce pointed at Mari, Tim knew what was the case.

"Come on Bean, you are gonna stay in bed all day." Tim put one hand on her shoulder and started leading her back to their room. On their way they bumped into Damian.

"Hey Damian!" Marinette chirply waved to him.

"Dupain-Cheng." Damian nodded in acknowledgement.

"Can I ask you something?" Marinette asked. Tim's face paled.

"No, Bean you're sick, let's go to bed. You need sleep." Tim said, pulling her.

"Just one question?" Marinette looked at him with those puppy eyes that he couldn't resist. He sighed and gave in.

"You may ask your question, Dupain-Cheng."

"Is there any particular reason you hate Tim? Do you secretly like him?" Damian glared at Marinette.

"I hate Drake because he is incompetent and not worthy of father's time. Do you want any other reason?"

"Bean, let's just go." Tim finally dragged her to the room and settled her onto the bed.

"What are your thoughts about trench coats? Would you ever wear one?" Tim knew that something was wrong with his girlfriend. He just jumped on the bed with her and cuddled her back to sleep. That's really the only thing he could do.

🐕 dog emoji to apologize

[its-karma-bitches-00]

ENDGAME

Chapter 1 : Normal Days...

Description: So... I know many Daminette fans don't like Damian being younger than Marinette so 🚨SPoiler AleRT 🚨 Damian is gonna be younger for a while but an event happens that gets their ages exchanged. (Sort of)

Warning; swearing

Summary: It was a normal day for everyone until shit went down.

-----

"Shit!" Marinette yelled sleepily at the blonde, from the cold hard ground "seriously Chloe?"

"Well you can't blame me!" She hissed right back, fully dressed in her dark blue uniform, the symbol of Gotham Academy shining proudly on her chest. "Do you know what time it is?!"

"Holy cheesecakes!" Marinette exclaimed "I'm late!"

"No. not really, I mean it's not like We've been waiting for almost half an hour!" Chloe snorted sarcastically

"Sorry!" Marinette's muffled voice came from her bathroom

Chloe shook her head with a small smile on her face, before walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out Marinette's neatly folded uniform and placing it on her bed

"Your uniforms on the bed, okay?"

"Okay! Thanks!"

Chloe smiled again before walking out of her room. Marinette came running later, her clothes slightly wonky "lets go!"

Marinette hopped out of apartment on one leg tying to put on her shoes as Chloe pressed the elevator button looking at her in amusement.

"It's not funny" Marinette deadpanned, as the elevator dinged open

"It is" Chloe giggled, walking in "how was patrol yesterday?"

"Eh, same old, same old" Marinette grinned "geez Jason's such a show off"

" 'it's all about impressing the single ladies' " the two friends mimicked Jason before bursting into fits of laughter all the way down.

***

"Took your own sweet time didn't ya?" Tim deadpanned from the front seat as the girls reached the large black car

"Sorry" Marinette cringed, getting in the car "Morning Alfred!"

"Good Morning Miss Marinette"

"Morning Damian" she added cheerfully, turning behind to smile at the younger boy

"Hello sweetheart" Damian smirked, giving her a wink.

"Hey! Stop flirting her!" Tim glared at his younger brother

"Why? Is she your girlfriend Drake?."

Marinette and Alfred sighed simultaneously, Here we go again.

"No, but she's my best friend so piss off midget!"

"What I do is none of your business Drake."

"Why do you want to date her anyway? you're 4 years younger than her! FOUR!"

"So?" Damian raised a perfect eyebrow

"Ugh! I liked you more when you did not have the confidence to flirt with girls! especially my friends!"

"Drake, I've always had the confidence to flirt, I just didn't because the harlots in school, except the angel in front of me, don't deserve my attention"

"Wait-what about me?!" Chloe said, looking offended

"Like I said, I don't pay attention to harlots" Damian

"Ohhhhh burnnnn!" Plagg yelled appearing out of nowhere

"Plagg!" Marinette said, relived to see the kwami distract the rising chaos "where's Tikki?"

"Boo!" Tikki exclaimed in Marinette's ear

"Gah!" Marinette jumped in surprise towards Chloe "Tikki! Seriously!?"

"Got you" The red kwami giggled

"So, how was your night with the Wayne's?" The blue eyed girl asked curiously

"I think it was amazing, all of them are really funny to watch" Tikki giggled again

Marinette smiled happy that her little companion had a great time

"What about you? I hope you didn't stay up all night" Tikki narrowed her eyes

"I didn't" she answered, which made Tikki narrow her eyes even more "No literally. I did not stay up, in fact as soon as I stepped into my bedroom, I felt so damn sleepy. I tried to drink coffee and energy drinks but I was too sleepy to move"

"Of course, who wouldn't feel sleepy with Jason's 'flirting' in their ears" Tim rolled his eyes

"Wait- Todd Flirted with you?!" Damian bristled

"Well no" Marinette answered "he just tested some of his 'pickup lines' on me, besides he does that to almost everybody"

"True" Chloe supported, to which effectively calmed Damian, who knew and was second handedly embarrassed of his brothers behavior.

"We're here, Have a great day young masters and misses"

"Thanks Alfred, same to you." Marinette smiled, hopping out of the car

"Today's gonna be a great day!" Marinette exclaimed, look at the gates of the school

"Great! you jinxed it!" Tim whined "Today's gonna be really bad"

"I don't care what happens" Chloe said "I just want to be done with this."

"Why are we standing out of the school?" Damian interrupted, standing tall beside Marinette

"Why in the world are you so tall?" Marinette playfully hissed

"I'm not tall Angel, you're just short. besides I'm just three or two centimeters shorter but, that will be gone in sometime." He grinned before placing a soft kiss on her cheek

"You're 12 and surprisingly flirty! And I'm not short!" She defended, childishly blowing a raspberry at him before rushing into the prestigious school, as she entered She noticed something different, people were huddled around each other looking into phones

"Hey!" Marinette yelled "All of you should be in your classes"

Some students glanced at her before looking back at their phones, unbothered. Marinette was about to call out again but was interrupted by another louder voice "What are you doing out of your classes!?"

Marinette turned to find Tim glaring at everyone.

Wait- you might be wondering...why are Tim and Mari acting like bosses?

Well it because they are. Marinette Dupain-cheng is the Vice Head Girl while Timothy Drake- Wayne was Head Boy.

"Check the News nerd!" A boy catcalled, Marinette glared at the direction of the boy before pulling out her phone, worried. Tim walked towards her, whispering "do you think joker's at it again? What if Bruce needs help?" Marinette shushed at him, opening the local Gotham news nothing seemed out of ordinary.

"Check the international news" Damian said appearing out of nowhere, Marinette nodded switching her tabs to international news

"What the fuck is that?" Chloe asked pointing at the phone

Boy... the world was in for a life changing ride.

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[khneltea]

timari prompt #1 section b

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Apparently y'all likes the last one?? So like, here's the part 2 ig

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↬so it's the last day of Tim's visit to Paris

↬obviously Marinette knows and is kinda sad about it ngl

↬so she, being the absolute genius troll she is, devises a plan

↬for his last visit to her parents' bakery, she hands him a "care package"

↬ what's in it? Well, he doesn't know

↬he might have absolutely no tact and politeness when it comes to coffee and the necessity of sleep in his case, but Alfred and Janet did not raise a brat, no they raised a perfectly good gentleman

↬ and gentlemen do not open gifts in front of the giver because that is r U d E

↬so anyways, he is under the instruction by Marinette to not open it until he gets back to America or it will lose effect

↬ and of course, he follows it

↬ he is also pretty sad (awww BBY boi-)

↬ they both cry for a bit

↬ they're both so sad that they even agree to disagree that the other one's drink is better

↬ spoiler alert: they both are hooked on each other's drinks like a drug and have been secretly trying to find out the recipe because they are too prideful as coffee nerds to outright ask for the recipe cus that would be they lost

↬ like, Tim casually leaves a bug near the bakery coffee machine

↬ "just checking to see what model you're using"

↬ Ladybug subtlety (read: totally obvious except to Tim) stalks his kitchen window

↬ "oh, just going in my nightly patrol ✌️" *swings away*

↬ so Tim, being the nice guy he is, as well as VERY AWKWARD, orders a cup of coffee and a pain au Chocolat after getting into another debate with her about the merits of dunking croissants in hot chocolate

↬ subtlely leaves his number on the coffee mug with a pastel red sticky note

↬ as well as the recipe for his masterpiece of a brew

↬ and the special 15x-caffeine coffee beans from Wayne enterprises

↬ may or may not have a monthly shipping of said coffee beans sent to her house with a note saying "from Tim

↬ iTs nOt lIkE hE lIkEs hEr oR aNyThInG

↬they could be...coffee buddies, yeah, international coffee buddies

↬ and for the last time, he makes her a "Tim Drake" brew and she makes him a "no-sleeper" which they now called a "Mari"

↬ I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE type beats happening in the house

↬ Tom and Sabine give him a hug too before he leaves

↬ why? Because Timmy boy needs more hugs

↬ lord knows that no one in his family gives them enough except Dick

↬awkward moment: coming up

↬ Mari comes up to him

↬ gives him a peck on the cheek

↬ "let me win?"

↬ he's broken, alright

↬ Tim.exe has stopped functioning

↬ ok Tim, here we go

↬ Your next few words will determine whether you are seen as an intellectual, dashing, proud man that is totally boyfriend material and has more than 3 brain cells-

↬ "uh yuh"

↬ then she smiles like sunshine at him and runs away

↬ he then realises what he said like the absolute simp he was

↬ "FUCK I LET HER WIN-"

Bonus:

↬ "Adrien?"

↬ "Yes, M'lady?'

↬ "did I just kiss him?"

↬ "yes, you did, on the cheek"

↬ "Adrien?"

↬ "yes, M'lady?"

↬ Marinette hands over her sowing kit

↬which weighs about 5 kilos

↬ "please bash my head in"

↬ "I don't think that's such a good idea bugaboo"

↬ "fine, then I'll do it myself"

↬ "waiT MARI NO STOP-"

[currentfandomkick]

Selina Steals a Bug from Batman to get her Kitten.

blame this post here for this thing's inspiration, and a friend for encouraging this.

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             Selina paused when she saw ‘the lost Wayne’ news. She knew Bruce didn’t adopt another kid and forget to tell her—Dick kept her up-to-date on his new siblings and sent her pictures. No, her boyfriend Bruce Wayne would certainly not hide a new Wayne from her.

             He absolutely would forget to introduce her to a new family friend or potential bat. She was still upset about how long it took him to admit that little Stephanie had been working with his son for months and he hadn’t thought to invite the girl over for a meal or two when Selina was over. It wasn’t like she didn’t already know Tim was dating another vigilante… it was that one of her not-technically-my-sons was not introducing her to someone who had saved his life multiple times and who happened to be another Gotham vigilante and another addition to the batfam.

             Selina is their unofficial mother after all, she has rights. Any possible members of their little bat family, and she must assess them. at the very least, teach them more than just Bruce’s habits. The man was horrendous at showing his actual emotions, and the kids would need a counter example to that—herself obviously.

             So imagine Selina’s surprise when she decided to surprise her boyfriend and his children with a visit, only to find a young teen drinking out of Tim’s favorite mug, wearing one of Dick’s more infamous Nightwing hoodie’s, and looking at one of Damian’s katana’s carefully.

             “Who are you?” Selina had a feeling this was the latest “not a Wayne” and she would have to ensure her bats were safe from a fellow thief… again.

             The teen looked up, almost startled by her appearance and nearly dropping the katana.

             Selina raised an eyebrow.

             The teen flushed. “Marinette.”

             “And what,” Selina strolled over to the table and sat on its edge. “Exactly are you doing with all of these?”

             The girl was smart enough to look a bit embarrassed, she'd give her that much. Not without shame. Good.

             “Well, uh, kind of complicated, but, uh, the boys said that I couldn’t manage to grab their favorite things.”

             Selina looked the girl over. She was probably the new one to the group, the spotted French girl Jagged Stone mentioned in a few of his songs. She was young, and clearly good at getting what she wanted.

             “Where’s Jason’s?”

             “Uh, how did you…”

             “Answer the question.”

             “… behind the gardener’s shed. He really needs to stop leaving his keys in easy access pockets.”

             Selina nodded, looking over the girl. She was twisting a familiar looking ring… wasn’t that one of the Wayne family rings!?

             “How did you get that off Bruce?” Selina feigned nonchalance.  

             “… don’t judge me.”

             “Too late. Talk.”

             “Accidentally, I swear, just, he left the safe open and mid-terms stress and then…” the girl gestured helplessly.

             Selina could appreciate the honesty. She could also appreciate that the girl managed to get something off each boy.

             But now came the real test.

             “Kleptomaniac kind?”

             The girl flushed harder. “Yeah… I was going to return it, eventually… I think.”

             Selina looked over the girl once more, suddenly seeing an opportunity she should have taken back when she first saw Tim stalking her bats way back when. She could use her own mini.

             “How do you feel about cats?”

             Marinette shifted gears at that. “Real, memes, or Chat Noir?” Selina could feel there was a story there, one for another time. “If we’re talking real, they’re amazing, the memes are fun and Chat is…” the girl shook her head. “Complicated. And in London apparently, so he can’t judge me for my poor life choices.”

             Oh, Selina likes this one. “I’m guessing you’re Brucie’s latest pet project?”

             Marinette scrunched up her face at that. “I’m here to force a sense of fashion on this family if it kills me.”

             Selina smiled at that. “Oh, I do believe we’re going to get along wonderfully.” She extended her hand. “I go by Catwoman in the field.”

             Marinette paused for a moment before taking the extended hand with a grin of her own. “Ladybug—though we might want to go with something else for this... how do you feel about panjas bracelets?”

             Selina’s grin grew. “Oh, we’re going to get along perfectly.”

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             In the Batcave there was a meeting being held by a distressed Nightwing, impatiently waiting for the others to finish arriving.

             “Batgirl?”

             “She’s not on tonight,” Red Robin answered, quietly sipping his espresso in one of his lesser mugs. It seems like his bean got to his favorite earlier…

             “Black Bat?” Nightwing asked Batman.

             “She’s running with the Birds of Prey tonight—Oracle’s idea.”

             Nightwing seemed to accept this. “I’ll just forward them the power point.”

             Red Robin groaned. “Another one?”

             Red Hood shook his head. “Blame B. He got it in Dickie’s head that this is how you explain things to people. Bullet points.”

             “No names in the field,” Robin snapped.

             “No names in the field,” Red Hood mocked under his breath.

             Robin glared at him for that.

             “It’s a very effective method.” Batman stated defensively.

             “Yeah, on the League,” Red Robin grumbled into his coffee. The Batfam is full of (not really) professional detectives—they are capable of understanding without the bullet points of doom. Mostly.

             “Then I’ll just get started, Agent A, Lights!”

             The batcave dimmed to show only the projection of a power point title slide ‘Marinette Cannot Meet Selina, Ever.’

             “What the hell is this?” whispered Red Hood.

             “I allowed you to delay patrol, for this?” Batman sighed.

             “Silence! Nightwing is speaking.”

             “Thank you Robin, now, Marinette is under no circumstances to meet Selina.”

             “Why doesn’t he have to use codenames?” Red Hood wondered aloud. Only to be kicked by an aggressive Robin. “Ow! What the hell demon spawn!”

             “Silence,” Robin hissed.

             “As I Was Saying,” Nightwing loudly began. “Marinette is not allowed to meet Selina. It would be a disaster for us all.”

             “Its not she’d adopt her like a certain someone is trying to,” Red Hood stated, pointedly ignoring Robin’s attempts to silence him with threats of violence.

             Nightwing changed the slide with a sigh. “Exhibit A: Marinette enjoys shiny things, and so does Selina.”

             The slide showed two pictures, one of Marinette in various miraculous while holding one of Damian’s daggers, and the other of Selina with a very large gemstone necklace.

“Exhibit B, they are both prone to theft.”

             The next slide showed Catwoman stealing a necklace from a museum, and Marinette in Batman’s cape while using Tim’s phone and wearing one of Jason’s leather jackets, Titus laying at her feet.

             “Marinette does not stop at shiny things, as we can expect of Selina,” Robin explained.

             “You’re just mad Pixie managed to get past your security.”

             Robin glared at Red Hood.

             “That doesn’t explain why bean shouldn’t meet Selina,” Red Robin said. “Hm, maybe I should change the bean blend again? not getting enough of a buzz.”

             Nightwing sighed, changing the slide again. “If the two meet, we lose all we hold dear.”

             This time the slide showed a photoshopped Marinette and Selina sitting on a pile of miscellaneous objects.

             Batman sighed, deciding his eldest was just being overdramatic again.

             “Mari will learn new tricks from Selina.” Nightwing stated slowly. “Tag team with Selina, maybe even be the Robin to her Batman.” That got the room’s attention, albeit not the kind Nightwing wanted. “It would not just be Mari’s minor thefts anymore.”

             Red Robin rolled his eyes while Red Hood snorted a “yeah right.”

             Robin looked nervously as Nightwing finished his powerpoint.

             “Mari would rule Gotham and no one, not even us, would be able to stop her.”

             Batman decided that they wasted enough time on Nightwing’s bout of paranoia. “I highly doubt Selina would corrupt her.”

             At that moment a beaming stripped heroine walked in, wearing a new string of necklaces, with Catwoman at her side with an amused look of her own.

             “How dare you try to hide a kitten from me.”

             Nightwing threw his hands up. “I told you!”

             Batman stared while Robin began checking their systems… no alarms had gone off anywhere and they all knew the pair had stolen the necklaces that Marinette was sporting.

             Nightwing was right.  

             “Holy shit is this really happening?” Red Robin half-whispered, looking back and forth between the pair and a shocked Batman. “Is Catmom pulling a Batdad?”

             Catwoman flashed a smile. “Since someone wouldn’t let me take any birdies, I decided to take a kitten of my own.”

             “Why didn’t you tell me I could have more moms here!” Marinette exclaimed.

             At the groups growing look of horror, Catwoman’s grin grew. “Oh, I forgot to mention, Harley and Ivy are back. They want joint custody. She’s the Marigold Harley’s been tweeting about.”

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first thing i do after getting real internet back plus have the time to think, and its write and post this. hope you all enjoyed!

[marauderundercover]

A Guide to Love and Coffee in the City of Crime: Ch. 5

Pocketful of Sunshine

AO3

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“I thought you loved me!” Marinette groans, her face contorting into a grimace. Conner just blinks at her, not saying anything. “Seriously Kon, what’d I do to you? Huh? Tell me one thing I did to deserve this and I promise to stop complaining.” She adds. He nods, crossing his arms.

“Okay, how about the fact that you were up and designing when I walked in?” He asks. She raises an eyebrow.

“I live here, Kon. I fail to see how that’s deserving of having my coffee privilege so rudely taken away from me.” She complains, hands on her hips. Conner narrows his eyes.

“Because I know you, Marinette. And if you had actually slept, you wouldn’t be awake yet. Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t stay up all night designing again?” He asks. She purses her lips. She hated lying, but coffee….

“I-”

“And remember, your tells are super obvious.” He says. She groans, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at his face.

“You are such a jerk, Conner Kent.” She complains, glaring at him. He grins.

“It’s called being the big brother.” He says. She huffs.

“It’s called being a coffee thief.” She says, mocking his tone. He grins.

“Come on, you need a nap. And when was the last time you ate something?” Conner asks, frowning slightly. She rolls her eyes.

“Honestly Kon, you’re worse than my mother.” She complains. He shrugs.

“If you would remember to take care of yourself, I wouldn’t have to remind you. But you need sleep and meals Mari. Just like everyone else.” He says. Marinette scowls.

“What if I don’t want to take a nap?” She asks. Conner frowns.

“Are you having nightmares again?” He asks. She’d had nightmares on and off since she was little. She wasn’t sure what started it, but she’d never had a completely normal sleep schedule. Even before she was Ladybug. She shakes her head.

“No, not really.” She says. It’s not a lie. The nightmares that she’d been having since she was little were vastly different from the new nightmares she avoided by designing or drinking coffee. The other nightmares were faded, almost as if she was trying to pull forward a memory that didn’t completely exist anymore. But her current nightmares, now they were always vivid and detailed. It usually had to do with dying. Or seeing people she loved dying. Or watching children die. Just, overall, death.

“Then you should at least try to sleep Mari. It’s not good for you to stay up for days on end.” He chastises. She huffs.

“Fine. I’ll go take a nap, you go get food and I’ll eat when I wake up.” She says, practically shoving him out the door. Conner opens his mouth to say something, but she shuts the door, slumping against it with a huff. Kaalki zips out of their hiding spot, snorting at her. Marinette pouts.

“Come now, Guardian, pouting is not becoming.” They say firmly. Marinette’s eyes narrow.

“Do you have a suggestion on how I can get coffee?” She asks. Kaalki grins.

“I am certain you have a friend whose love for coffee is almost as great as their fame.” They say cryptically. Marinette frowns, until realization hits her.

“You want me to ask Tim to help me get coffee?” She asks in a hushed whisper. She knew that, theoretically, there was no way that Kon could hear her. But at the same time… Kaalki nods.

“I will even offer my assistance in helping you get to a coffee shop without your brother knowing.” They say with a grin. Marinette doesn’t even bother correcting the kwami. She’d always thought of Conner and Jon as her brothers more than her cousins anyway. The kwami’s words register and Marinette raises an eyebrow.

“Why can’t I just portal out by myself?” She asks. Kaalki hmphs.

“Because I refuse to help if you aren’t meeting that boy.” They say firmly. Marinette rolls her eyes, but sends Tim a quick text.

hey, it’s Mari. would you like to grab coffee at Java Junkies?

Glancing up at Kaalki, she raises an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Marinette asks. Kaalki grins.

“You should get ready quickly. He will say yes, and you need to be out of here before your brother returns.” They say. Marinette frowns, still not quite understanding the kwami’s visible excitement. It was just coffee. Glancing over at Tikki, who had begun giggling, Marinette frowns.

“You too?” She asks. Tikki nods. “Et tu, Brute.” Marinette sighs.

“Marinette, you just asked Tim on a date.” Tikki says. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“Did I?” She asks, panic shooting through her. Sure, she’d wanted to ask him for a while, but what if he hated her? What if he didn’t like her like that and they ruined their friendship? What if he didn’t think it was a date but she did because of her friends and then she made things awkward?

like a date?

Marinette tries to respond, only for the phone to be ripped from her hands by the two kwami in front of her.

“This is for the greater good.” Kaalki says, as Tikki nods solemnly. Marinette shrieks indignantly, lunging forward to try to grab the phone before the kwami can interfere more.

“You should get ready, Marinette.” Tikki says as Kaalki grins widely. Marinette glares at the two.

“He’s in! You’re going on a date with Timothy Drake Wayne!” Kaalki sing-songs, zipping around the room while they giggle. Marinette’s eyes widen and she immediately abandons her attempts to get her phone, instead focusing on getting ready.

“How long do I have?” She calls from her room, frantically searching for an outfit. She knew the kwamis could hear her, though.

“He asked if he should pick you up, but I said you’d meet him there in twenty five minutes.” Kaalki says. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“You couldn't have given me more time?” She says, grabbing a black top to pair with her red skater skirt. She might as well channel her inner Ladybug. Rushing throughout her room and the bathroom, she finally takes a step back and glances at her reflection with ten minutes left until their meet time.

“You look perfect, Guardian.” Kaalki says with a grin. “Just missing some glasses.” They add. Marinette snorts, but picks up the glasses and places them on her face. They immediately shift into golden rimmed glasses with large circular frames. She adored them, and didn’t mind wearing them. If she was going to be in Gotham for a while, she might as well start wearing them now. Less suspicious later on.

“Kaalki, full gallop.” Marinette says. Kaalki grins as they’re sucked into the glasses. Glancing at Tikki, Marinette grins. “You coming?” She asks. Tikki nods, and Marinette opens a portal into the bathroom at the coffee shop. Peeking her head in and seeing no one else, she drops into the room fully. Immediately dropping the transformation and closing the portal, she passes Kaalki a sugar cube and lets the two kwamis go into her purse. Marinette leaves the little stall and looks at her reflection in the mirror. Adjusting her hair, she takes a deep breath and walks out into the shop. Spotting Tim as he walks in, Marinette grins and waves. He smiles back and she immediately relaxes, her earlier nerves dissipating almost instantly. This was Tim, the boy who gave her his jacket the first time they met just because she was cold. The one who drank too much coffee, and was sweet and sarcastic. He was a good guy, and now she was on a date with him. Marinette walks over to him, standing next to him while they wait in line. A date with Tim and coffee? Today couldn’t get any better.

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Conner was trying really hard to give his baby cousin her privacy. He wasn’t trying to mother hen her, but he also knew how dangerous Gotham was. He was there when the dangers of Gotham had taken Jason Todd away (before hell spat him back out). He was there when the corrupt city took away Tim’s parents. He was there when it took away Bruce Wayne, leaving a family broken and his best friends lost. He knew how dangerous Gotham, and the Waynes were. He could handle it though. He was a clone of Superman, for crying out loud.

But his little cousin? The one who asked him to tea parties when she was little, the one who suffered from nightmares she couldn’t explain, the one who never questioned why he still looked sixteen- she was more fragile. Conner knew that she wasn’t weak. He knew she was a badass, but it didn’t matter how badass a person was. They could still get hurt. They could still die. Which is why, even though he wanted her to have privacy, he couldn’t help checking in on her. Make sure she was sleeping and eating and not staying on a roof for hours upon hours. Honestly, Jon was younger than her and sometimes he thought that the kid could take care of himself better than Marinette could. He frowns as he remembers her hesitance when he asked about the nightmares. If she was having them again, surely Tom and Sabine had taken her to the doctor so that she could get her prescription again, right? Unless they didn’t know. But Marinette had always been so open with the family, the whole family. About her feelings, her hopes and dreams, her fears. Everything. So what had happened that she, suddenly, thought she couldn’t tell anyone? He hated that there was something bothering her that he couldn’t fix. Not that she’d let him fix it anyway. She’d always been extremely independent, even when she was a kid. He grins as he thinks of the time she got stuck on top of the fridge at Ma and Pa Kent’s house in an attempt to get a cookie. Marinette had always been an interesting person. He just wishes she would take better care of herself.

Readjusting his hold on the bag of food in his hand, Conner sighs. He was trying to take as long as possible to get back to her apartment since he knew she was a light sleeper. He knew that the second he opened the door, she’d wake up and wouldn’t attempt to sleep again for days. It was hard to convince himself that he didn’t need to try and listen in for her. Surely she was sleeping, right?

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I vote Damian to be Mari's Persephone because it would be hilarious to see him making flowers bloom when his wife is happy and when she's sad he brings out the hawthorns on anyone that made his Queen cry.

Note: Thank you so much Nonnies and @loveswifi for the help with this! Hope you enjoy it! ❤️❤️

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A Hidden Hades Hunting For (Hopefully) Her Husband

Damian is son to Talia al Ghul, the goddess of harvest, sacred law, and the cycle of life and death. There are rumours that beneath her sweet exterior is a woman of high authority and challenge, but none have been confirmed.

She is believed to have wooed Bruce (Zeus) into having her child, however it is more widely accepted that she used her magic and power over fertility to have his offspring without him knowing. His wife Selina refuses to believe that such a brooding yet faithful man would cheat on her after he rid of his playboy-persona millennia ago.

In this AU, Jason is Ares, Dick is Hermes, and Tim is Athena.

Only those who know her well are aware of her true bubbly personality. They’re mostly the deceased souls of those who’ve died.

Marinette is Hades - goddess of the Underworld. She took visits to Earth in order to experience what life was like for mortals years ago, except stopped when gossip flew about around her being dark, despicable, evil.

Marinette laughed. Her domain didn’t need any worshippers in order to prosper, but she didn’t tell Lila that. She only sat back and watched, a grin on her face as students with glowing eyes accused her of unspeakable acts. It was only when one that she viewed as a sibling of sorts - Adrien Agreste - did as well that she decided to do something.

What happened was that a class of teenagers she came back to frequently were put under the spell of Dolos, or Lila who she took the form of. She sensed Marinette’s ichor and threatened to turn her followers against her if she didn’t conform to her will.

It was only after all of their deaths that they learnt what happened.

With a flick of the wrist, a crack formed in the ground beneath Dolos, soon enlarging into a crater as limbs made of fire pulled her screaming form down into the depths of the Underworld. The class watched, stunned, but then a fog began to clear out of their minds. They seemed to wake up, apologies on the tips of their tongues, only to realise that Bridgette and Adrien weren't there anymore.

Dolos was doomed to having to solve an infinite puzzle, whilst Adrien was allowed to live as an equal to Marinette in hell. The class, now adults, are sentenced to be souls who help them in their duties. They aren’t mistreated, however. On the contrary, they’re viewed as friends to her.

Now, we skip to present day.

Damian is sitting on a bench in one of the gardens that he is confined to on the orders of his mother, when he suddenly hears what sounds like a bark. He turns around, only to be met with something shoving him to the ground.

He whips out a vine, wrapping it around the creature to inspect its species. That's when he realises that it's a dog. A very happy dog that starts to lick his face all over and leave its saliva everywhere.

Despite his cold personality, Damian has a soft spot for nature and animals of any sort. He picks it up, stroking it gently and trying to fight off the urge to smile at the way it leans into his touch.

He's touch-starved himself, to put it simply.

Damian sits with what he realises to be a male dog for a few minutes more. He doesn’t bother to keep an eye out for Talia - he’s too busy creating vines that his new friend bats at with his paws. It explains why he doesn’t realise the person walking up to him until they put a hand on his shoulder.

A polite voice calls for him, asking if he found their pet.

He turns, only to be met with a beautiful face framed by a black hood. The woman smiles at him, then suddenly calls out, “Titus!” with a surprised expression.

The animal in his arms leaps forward, starting to lick her whilst jumping up and down happily. Her laughter causes Damian to freeze, since he starts to sense the magic surrounding her. She’s a diety, he realises. But how did she get in here?

That day is the day that a friendship blossomed between Damian and Marinette.

She convinces him that she’s a nymph of sorts, citing that the reason some plants wilt around her are because of a curse set upon her by Talia. It makes him cautious and understandably distrustful until she assures him that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They keep their meetings a secret for years, though it doesn't feel like that long because of their immortality. Titus is usually the communication between them, and leads Damian to where he needs to go within his mother's gardens to find Marinette.

She has earrings that preserve her identity and prevent nature around her dying - however, plants still wilt and weaken enough to be on the brink of death. They are brought back to life by Damian almost constantly when she is in his presence, meaning she can touch them without worry.

As time passes, the two become closer. Instead of words, they begin to trade flower crowns and daisy chains. They always have blushes on their cheeks when talking to one another, or even thinking about each other.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Talia.

She plans to figure out once and for all why her son's demeanor has changed, at least until she's called to Olympus by the higher-ups in order to discuss something. Something involving Damian.

This only makes it easier for the two to get away with their escapades.

One day, whilst her and Damian are sitting under a tree, Marinette pulls out a black ring. She shyly offers it to him, making him flustered as he slowly takes and slides it on his finger.

What he doesn't know is that there's magic laced within the jewellery.

They relax for a few minutes in silence, until she breaks it by calling his name. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself as she explains that she's not really a nymph - she's a diety. A diety that he wouldn't like if he found out about the domain that she ruled over.

A soft hand cups her tear-stained cheek. She looks up, only to hear Damian whisper, "I'm sure that's not true, Beloved."

That's all it takes for her to yank him forward into a kiss, which he returns full-force under the watchful gaze of her sibling Adrien in the shadows. It takes all of his will to not jump up and down from joy.

They officially become a couple that day.

Marinette returns to the Underworld in the evening with a dazed expression, causing Alya and her friends to grin and float up to her. She deals with their relentless teasing, trying to cover her face out of embarrassment whilst she hesitantly tells them all what happened.

Adrien is the first to suggest courting Damian, though she immediately shuts it down and expresses fear at being found out. Her reputation was tainted, after all - and maybe he would go back on his promise of still loving her true self.

He manages to convince her of his sincerity by reminding her of all their interactions (he may or may not have watched over them to keep watch and see his ship sail), and Marinette eventually comes to the decision to start courting.

As she prepares lavish gems to gift him in the future, she is unaware of what is happening in the skies way above.

She'd refused to give him up - saying that he was her pride and joy and the perfect soldier for them to use in battle against future enemies trying to overthrow them. That made him even more angry.

Bruce, after a long conversation with Selina and his many children, had decided to have a conversation with Talia about his youngest son not too long ago. He showed interest in wanting to have custody of Damian on Olympus instead of her having him on Earth, making Talia lose her sweet attitude and gain a scowl.

Lightning struck harsh that night, and the goddess of harvest had returned home with her tail between her legs and a newly-formed resentment towards Damian. He was too busy thinking about his 'nymph' friend to notice, however.

In Olympus at the current moment in time, Damian is kneeling before Bruce. The god tells him to stand, his sons and daughters at his side displaying various levels of shock as he begins to explain why he is there, and why he will be in the future.

Everyone had agreed that Talia wasn't a good fit for him, due to her revealed intentions for his birth. He doesn't have time to argue about the situation before he is whisked away into a room fit for a royal, high in the clouds and miles away from his girlfriend.

The next morning, a dinner is set up with all of the gods in Olympus, including Tim, Jason and Dick. Dick is enthusiastic, trying to make conversation with Damian as his brothers are eating (or drinking coffee...). However, he has none of it.

He's too busy thinking about Marinette. How she would think that he'd broken his promise, or had abandoned her, or forgotten about her. His demeanor switches to his defensive one - cold, cruel, uncaring.

Marinette returns to Earth with a crown in her hands the next day, which has a shining jewel in the centre and spikes with the finest of gems at their points. She looks around excitedly, smile on her face as she and Titus wait for Damian.

Hours pass.

Up in Olympus, said diety is being introduced to family friends and other gods, that all coo at him much to his displeasure. He growls under his breath after every new person he meets, only cementing in everyone that he is a child. A young one that needs to be watched over like a hawk lest he attempts to go back to his mother.

Just as he enters his room with a heavy heart, he senses something strange in the mortal world. Large fields of crops near to his old home had just been destroyed - their roots upended and ripped out. His eyes widen.

Damian rushes to Earth, taking a route that is unknown to most whilst trying to keep hidden from his new siblings. He reaches his destination in a matter of mere seconds, but it's too late. He only breathes out a shocked sigh as he gazes down at the crater in the ground.

There's a glint of something gold at the bottom of it, and he picks the item - the crown - up with almost invisible tears in his eyes. The ring on his finger burns as a reminder of Marinette's emotions.

Below him, a frantic Adrien is trying to calm her down, but it's no use. The goddess of the Underworld is hysteric, crying rivers of tears filled with betrayal as souls all around try to ease her too.

Damian spends the next centuries and millennia on Olympus, sometimes returning to Earth when he wants to remember Marinette.

He keeps her a secret from all of the gods except for one of his friends - Jon (Artemis) - though he only mentions that she was someone important that handed him the crown that is always on his head.

He reluctantly begins to view Tim, Jason and Dick as brothers when enough time has passed, but never admits it. Selina and Bruce, however, catch the glints of relief in his eyes when they're in his presence. He finally has someone to talk to without worrying about Talia, excluding Marinette all those years ago.

Speaking of which, she had slowly become closed off and harsher in her treatment of the dead in the Underworld. They see that she's spiraling, hiding her depressed state under a constant frown, but can do nothing about it. Even Adrien is unable to bring back her kind personality in the absence of Damian.

That is, until he catches word from the messenger, Dick, that he is up in the skies on Olympus.

It's a slip-up, of course, but he still manages to catch what Dick says and act like he didn't. He waits until he's gone before he rushes back to Marinette and tells her what he suspects.

A small smile spreads across her face. One that is cruel like the rumours say, yet happy like she once was. Of course he didn't want to leave her, she thinks. He was simply forced into doing so.

Damian is talking to Jon about another recent affair in the middle of a mortal forest, when suddenly, he freezes. He feels a familiar burn at the ring on his hand, along with fields full of nature dying in an instant miles away.

He uses a zeta portal to teleport to the area, leaving behind a confused Jon. He zips around, eyes wide as he senses the plants around wilting slightly, along with some of the nearby animals inching away from him.

Everything becomes quiet. That's when he catches a flash of black darting around in the corner of his vision. He turns there, his eyes widening in recognition when seeing a dog wagging its tail happily.

"Titus!"

Damian takes a step forward.

A large crack forms in the ground beneath him, revealing the depths of the Underworld in all of their glory. Just as he's about to fall down, a chariot of the darkest colours hovers below him, soon speeding off without a second to waste with him inside.

He tries to command vines to capture the person at the reigns of it, but can only muster enough energy to sag back. Strong magic fills the air around him, forcing him to stay seated on plush pillows.

The last thing he sees before his sight is shrouded with nothing is a glint of red at his kidnapper's ears.

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More to come!

There will be a second part, which will include general headcannons and what happens after this. Feel free to send in an Ask if you have any suggestions of different legends in Greek mythology that could be included. :)

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When Two Coffee Adicts Unite 3

Part 3

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 30: Goodbye

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Mari decided to skip on the Museum, seeing as Tim and Dick showed her around it already. So, she took the train to Metropolis, seeing as it wasn’t that long of a trip away.

She was walking down the shopping district a sketchbook in hand jotting down ideas and inspiration as she walked. She snapped quick photos on her phone while she walked. Overall, the energy in Metropolis was a stark contrast from the energy in Gotham. She had ended up in a park and sat on a bench while quietly sketching when a red and blue blur flew into the park.

“Stop right there.” Marinette shouted as she pulled out her phone.

“What?!” He froze as she started snapping shots of him hovering in the park.

“Sorry, it was a huge sudden burst of inspiration.” She apologized, as she ran back to her seat on the bench and pulled out her sketch book again.

“So, you scare me into freezing and then go back to your little book?”

“Not a little book, it’s a sketchbook.” She flipped to a clean page and started to settle her design on paper.

“So, what is that any better?” He was now flying over her shoulder watching as her pencil danced on the papers surface.

“Depends, if that is better for you?” she shrugged.

“That looks good.”

“you sound surprised.”

“Well I did just meet you after all.”

“True.” She didn’t look up from her sketch. “Marinette.”

“Superboy.”

“Uh huh.” She hummed, as she continued to work. The two of them stayed like that for a while and she only listened to his breathing and the sounds around her. The sounds around her lulling her into a sense of security, which she took advantage of and designed as if her life depended on it.

“Um so I should go...”

“Huh?” She looked up again. “Oh, you’re still here?”

“Umm… Yes, so umm goodbye.” He flew away and she continued to work.

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Marinette didn’t leave Metropolis until well after sunset, meaning by that she didn’t get back to Gotham well after it got dark.

Since she wasn’t far from the ‘nice’ part of Gotham she decided to walk back. She did make sure to text her friends, Jagged, and Penny that she was fine and heading back when she left the station so they wouldn’t worry.

“I know your there and that you’ve been tailing me the last five minutes.” She spoke aloud but had her phone to her ear as if on a call.

There jumped down Red Robin followed by the youngest of the flock, Robin.

“Tt. And how would you know that we were tailing you specifically?” Robin clipped.

“To focus on one person for five minutes is a give away. That and there is no one else on the street of this particular area, now is there Petit Oiseau?”

“This is Gotham after all, why don’t you allow us to walk you home?”

“As you said this is Gotham, and even if you are vigilantes, it is not safe for you to accompany me the entire way.” She noted their slightly shocked looks at her refusal. “But why don’t you take me to a café near my home would that work with you both.”

“That seems to be the best course of action.” Robin answered for the both of them before starting to walk down the road.

“Um, Petit Oiseau it’s actually this way,” she pointed in the opposite direction.

“Oh,” he turned on his heel, as he passed, she noticed the light blush under his mask.

They walked maybe five minutes idly talking until they reached the little café. “Looks like this is where we leave you.” Red Robin announced.

“Not without a drink, my treat as a thank you for accompanying me.”

“We should be leaving,” Robin interjected before Red Robin could answer.

“I would be rude to decline a thank you gift, Robin.”

“Fine.” He conceded after Mari’s puppy eyes.

“Great!” She clapped. “Do you guys want to come in or want to wait out here’re and I’ll get the drinks?”

“We’ll wait out here, I’ll take a black coffee with fifteen espresso shots and a pump of mocha.”

“Got it. Petit Oiseau?”

“No coffee.”

“They have fresh fruit shakes and smoothies.”

“That sounds acceptable.”

“Okay, umm…” she thought. “What about a green smoothie. It has pineapple, orange, coconut water, banana, and spinach.”

“Alright.” With his approval she went in and ordered the three drinks, her two regulars and Robin’s smoothie. It’s funny with how much espresso were in these coffees you would expect the baristas to give her a look, but after two months of picking up coffee for both her and Tim they just seemed resigned at this point.

She transferred the two vigilantes’ drinks to two thermos she has on her; the baristas were kind enough to wash them for her. “Here we are.” She held out the two heavier cups.

“These don’t look like the normal to go cups?”

“Because they aren’t. You guys are going to be jumping and fighting, those flimsy cups wouldn’t hold plus, you two are gonna follow me anyways so drop them off when you can. Au revoir.” She left the two sneaking a picture as she walked away, and before the two left the street for the roofs.

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The next day as she was at the café to pick up her and Tim’s morning drinks Damian called her.

“Hello Damian,” she started. “Did you need something?”

‘Good morning Dupain-Cheng. I was wondering if you have already arrived at the office?’

“Not yet what do you need.” He wouldn’t call unless he needed something right?

‘Have you already gotten your coffee?’

“Not yet, want me to bring you something, if you are at the office today that is?”

‘Yes… please.’

“No problem, anything in particular?”

‘A smoothie would be preferable.’

“I’ve got an idea of what you might like, so I’ll surprise you.” There was silence on the line, she knew he would be silently huffing. “A green smoothie is that okay.”

‘Yes, I will see you soon Dupain-Cheng.’

“See you soon Damian.”

She hung up and soon walked out of the café with three identical drinks as the night before a thought popped in her head. What if? No, it couldn’t. Could it?

She went up to her office like usual dropped off her things, but grabbed a marker and wrote on one drink leaving the other two with their normal nicknames, the baristas have taken to referring to her and Tim as ‘Coffee’Dee and ‘Coffee’Dum, to label their drinks. So, she took up the three drinks and would have went up to Tim’s office. She however met Tim before getting to the elevator and took the cup labeled Dum.

“Tim?”

“What’s on your mind your scrunched in thought?”

“Do you mind giving this to Petit Oiseau? He said he would be here and wanted a drink.”

“Sure….” Realization hit as he surveyed her. She never referred to anyone by that name before, except for yesterday with Robin, and only Red Robin was there. Oh no.

“Thanks!” She rushed off her cup in hand. Yup her life was anything but normal. One of her best friends’ moonlights as a vigilante in the most dangerous city in the world. And if Damian is Petit Oiseau then that means… Oh Crap. Well she is probably going to get a visit from the bat, SHIT. I just have to survive today. Okay freak out later. Yeah that sounds good.

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