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@bluerosette23
The Maribat History Video I mentioned earlier!!!
https://youtu.be/L48oG07hfpE
@kuroko26 @mystery-5-5 @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @mooshoon @littleredrobinhoodlum @ellerahs @emotionalsupportginger @constancetruggle @shamefullove @resignedcatservant @kceedraws @noirdots
Awesome explanation on maribat fandom and its history.
Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg5
Fifth Part of the masterlist. (Updated: Apr 27 2020*)
< Page5 [Daminette December Masterlist]
Tagged by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies ! It did not notify me for some reason, but I saw my name :)) Thank you for tagging 💚💚💚
Rules: name ten favorite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people
Loki - Marvel
Castiel - Supernatural
Dean Winchester- Supernatural
Adam - Only Lovers Left Alive
Arnie Grape - What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
Mort Rainey - Secret Window (even tho he’s a major psychopath lol)
Thomas Sharpe - Crimson Peak
Bobby Singer - Supernatural
Steve Harrington - Stranger Things
Dustin Henderson - Stranger Things
Tagging: anyone who wants to :)
Loki ~ Marvel
Bucky ~ also Marvel
Wanda ~ still Marvel
Tessa Gray ~ Clockwork Angel
Captain Jack Sparrow ~ Pirates of the Caribbean
Legolas ~ The Hobbit (and LOTR)
Tauriel ~ The Hobbit
Kyra ~ Midnight Theif
Mack ~ Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Rapunzel ~ Tangled (I'm a Disney nerd and that's my favorite movie😂)
Tagging: @m-l-e-p @saiyanprincessswanie @buckys-other-punk @mr-skyline-r34 and anyone else who wants to join!
Loki ~ Marvel
Hanzo (or McCree) ~ Overwatch
Crowley ~ Good Omens
Shiro ~ Voltron
Alucard ~ Hellsing
Link ~ The Legend of Zelda
Tom Hiddleston ~ Britain
Undertaker ~ Black Butler
Ahri ~ League of Legends
Sweeney Todd ~ Sweeney Todd
I might have understood the rules wrong but it did say 10 different things so I mixed it up.
Tagging: I don’t have many friends ;-;
@oooooblek @theladyoffangorn @lokitty66 @stan-by-me
Thanks so much for the tag, @m-l-e-p 💕💓💞
1. Clint Barton, MCU
2. Eliot Spencer, leverage
3. Five Hargreeves, TUA
4. John Mitchell, Being Human BBC
5. Sherlock, Sherlock BBC
6. John Watson, Sherlock BBC
7. Aragorn, LOTR
8. Geralt (and Jaskier) , The Witcher series
9. Sam and Dean, SPN
10. Aloysius Pendergast, The Pendergast series
@justmebeingtheweirdmeiam @becausewhyknotme @ilovetomatoes3000 @thewanderingace @criminal-cookies @katbtracy @officialtonystarkprotectionsquad @imma-new-soul @agentpeggybarnes and @ anyone who sees this and wants to do it!!
Oh dope thanks
Pietro Maximoff- MCU
Bb8- Star wars
Jim Hawkins- Treasure planet
Plagg- Miraculous
Elizabeth Bennett- Pride and prejudice
Five- TUA
Gina- Brooklyn 99
Jaskier- The Witcher
Alphonse Elric- Fullmetal Alchemist
Angelica Schuyler- Hamilton
I'm gonna tag @wemisshim3000 @fangirl-introvert @smol-gay-hufflepuff @princess-of-fangirls and @theaceofbrokenhearts
Loki - MCU
Jaskier - The witcher series
Parker - Leverage
Teal'c - Stargate
Felix - Miraculous (does it still count if it's the fannon version?)
Plagg - Miraculous
Annabeth - PJO
Jax - FTRS
Jack frost - Rise of the Guardians
Sam - Hawaii 5-0
Tagging
@jaskierist @obliviousblondesunite @shakespeareanqueer @myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown @blaizeannyt And @anyone else who wants to do it
Hmm
1- Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug)
2- Sokka (Avatar the Last Airbender)
3- Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus)
4- Apollo (The Trials of Apollo)
5- Castile (Supernatural)
6- Burton Guster (Psych)
7- Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl)
8- Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99)
9- Izuku Midorya (My Hero Acedemia/Baku No Hero Acedemia)
10- Fiona (Burn Notice)
Tagging: @redcoloredpanda @miraculous-mess @lady-charinette @creepy-am-i
Thanks for the tag!
1. Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous)
2. Rayla (The Dragon Prince)
3. Katara/Sokka (Avatar) (Don’t make me choose)
4. Linh Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles)
5. Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)
6. Jest (Heartless)
7. Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)
8. Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)
9. Eliza Mirk (Eliza And Her Monsters)
10. Captain Marvel (Captain Marvel)
@2sunchild2 @alexseanchai @galahadwilder @ghostlyhamburger
Leo Valdez (Percy Jackson)
Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things)
Jamal Turner (on my block)
Heather MacNamara (Heathers)
Jason Mendoza (The good place)
Gina Linetti (Brooklyn nine nine)
Jim Halpert (The office)
Varian (Tangled the series)
Scott Lang (Ant-man)
Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)
@screwthisshit111 @kceedraws @noahthekeller @death-by-ladybug @cassiopeiathequeen @drama-queen-supreme @virgil-is-a-cutie @slytherinsheashire @mindfulmagics @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay
1. Hermione Granger (harry potter)
2. Harleen Quinzel (batman)
3. Katara (ATLA)
4. Barron (the cat returns)
5. Loki (marvel)
6. Annabeth Chase (percy jackson)
7. Rosa Diaz (brooklyn 99)
8. Angelica Schuyler (hamilton)
9. Sherlock (sherlock BBC)
10. Din Djarin and baby yoda (they're a package deal)(the mandalorian)
@realrandomposts @maxdark158 @persephoneswannabelover @ozmav @kelelamentia
1. Arturia Pendragon - Fate Series
2. Susan Pevensie - CoN
3. Legolas Greenleaf - LotR
4. Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars
5. Rapunzel - Tangled
6. Loki - Marvel
7. Gilgamesh - Fate Series
8. Koriand'r/Starfire - DCU
9. Marinette Dupain-Cheng - MLB
10. Captain Jack Sparrow - PotC
@normal-piece-of-shit @mochinek0 @thepeacetea @thyladyanput @miracul0us-multishipper @noirdots @unmaskedagain @someone-ev @knoxursoxoffpenwriter69 @lilbugwrites
Hi, I noticed you haven’t been posting anything recently and wanted to check if you were okay?
Re: I'm fine, just been busy with school work and my pc is playing tricks on me. I'll probably update tomorrow or the next day. Thank you for asking.
Hi, I was wondering if you knew who wrote this Damiette fic where mari has a bunch of hickey’s but Alya thinks it’s bruises, like someone is hitting her, and then the next day she is wearing sleeves so you can’t see them but Alya is like told you.
I think you're looking for mochinek0's Sweetheart Ice Cream.
Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg4
Fourth Part of the masterlist. (Updated: Feb 1 2020)
< Page4 > [Daminette December Masterlist]
Probably gonna add a 4th page for the Maribat Masterlist since it's Daminette December and more/new Maribat related fics are popping out of nowhere😂😂
Daminette December MASTERLIST
@daminette-december2019 @ozmav @maribat-archive
[Maribat Masterlist]
Hey I really appreciate your List of Maribat stuff but none of the links seem to be working for me at all. Even if I look at other reblogs or look directly at your post. Is that intentional?
The links should work fine if your using tumblr app on your phone. If your using pc, it doesn't. I know this because I tried it with pc. Tbh, I really don't know why it doesn't work on pc but works on mobile phones.
Broken Angels Ch.16
Hi guys, guess who’s back? Now as some of you may or may not know, my computer was broken for about two week. I got it back Monday but it had deleted the finished chapter 16 so I had to rewrite it. But here it is!!!!!! So for those of you who have been waiting patiently, this my gift to you. Though I do have an announcement: I am sorry to say that the tag list for Broken Angels is closed. I’m very sorry everyone. If you have any questions, suggestion, comments, or just want to talk, let me know. Thank you everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged. I love you all! Hope y’all enjoy! Peace!
(French, Arabic)
“Are you sure everyone is out of the building? Teachers! Do a headcount! NOW!” Gordon yelled, the rain pouring down in torrents now. The storm that had started that morning, had quickly become a heavy downpour by noon, and by the time they had gotten the call to Gotham Museum, it had become brutal. He could barely be heard over the sound of the storm. The streets surrounding the museum where all blocked. The police had corralled the museum visitors away from the building, trying to make sure everyone had gotten out. With Scarecrow inside, they NEEDED to make sure there was no one inside. Media had shown up not long after they did, but this time, they, thankfully, were staying behind the barricade.
“No, you don’t understand! I need to get my students away from here. One of them is having a panic attack. If she stays here any longer, it’s going to escalate!” a woman shouted, and Gordon instantly recognized the voice. Marinette’s ‘teacher’. Whipping around, he spotting the woman without a problem. She was the only one arguing with his men. Storming up to the woman, Gordon could already feel his temper rising.
“What’s the issue?” he barked, causing both the officer and Bustier to jump.
“The problem is that your … officer, isn’t allowing my class to leave! Lila is having a panic attack and staying here is not going to help!” she hissed, eyes flashing with angry and annoyance. If she thought her ‘teacher’ glare would work on Gordon, she had another thing coming.
“Your student looks distressed at best, not in the middle of a panic attack. And I’ve seen plenty of them to know what one looks like. But if you’re really that concerned, let the paramedics look at her. They’ll know what to do. But we are not letting anyone leave until we know that Everyone is accounted for. Do I make myself clear?” Gordon growled, eyes flashing dangerously, his whole stance screaming authority.
“But …”
“But nothing. Did you even do a head count or did you only assume you have everyone?” he asked, the disdain clear. Bustier was about to answer, though was interrupted.
“Commissioner, we’re missing two students! Claude Chmakova and …” a man, who Gordon recognized as Michel Spinale, one of the main teachers at Gotham Academy and main supervisor for the French class. But a commotion at the barricades cut him off.
“Kid you can’t go back in there!” Hill shouted as he and Hoffman physically were trying to restrain the person.
“Let me go cretins! She’s still in there!” the anger and fear that rang though the boy’s voice caused Gordon’s heart drop.
“Like hell we’re letting you back in there!”
‘Please God, no.’ Gordon thought, looking back at the huddle of people, desperately scanning for a head of midnight blue hair. Anyone but her.
“MARINETTE IS STILL IN THERE!”
~
Earlier:
“May I remind everyone that we representing our school, and for some of us, our countries. Any and all misconduct will result in a warning. After that, any other offense will result with the individual or group being sent back to the bus. The offense will also go on your record.” Mr. Spinale informed the class as they exited the bus, waiting to head into Gotham Museum. “For the first portion of the day, we will be with the museum’s tour guide. Afterwards, you will be free to explore the parts that interested you the most. It will be in your best interest to listen to the guide and gather information as you will be doing a report. The assignment is part of your grade. If you fail to pay attention, that’s your fault.” He added, not entirely pleased that he had to talk over majority of the French class. Nearly all seemed more interested in the ‘claim’ that Ms. Rossi knew the director of the museum, and that ‘yes, of course she could get them into the more secure part of the museum’ but ‘she didn’t want to misuse her connections’. In all honesty, Mr. Spinale was hoping that that part of the class did something, if only to allow him the opportunity to set them straight. Especially Ms. Rossi.
He knew she was a liar the moment she started spewing tales that sounded to good to be true. As the saying goes, something that sounds too good to be true, probably isn’t. But it looks like Rossi’s class hadn’t learned that lesson. The exception being Marinette. Though, she had been timid all that morning and had refused to release Damian’s hand, not that the boy seemed to mind. Mr. Spinale nor the rest of the class could wrap their minds around what had happened that morning when the two of them entered.
~
The entire class was loud. The students were chatting away in their own little groups. Some of the French students had ventured outside their group and were chatting with various students, though sadly majority of them where talking, more so listening, to the young Italian diva. Mr. Spinale couldn’t help but compare the girl to a spider. The way she would spin her stories was so intricate and fascinating that it drew people in, allowing her to ensnare majority of her class, regardless of the countless holes she left.
It was around fifteen minutes until class was scheduled to leave, and the entire class was there save for two students. While that fact wasn’t alarming, it was unusual. Damian Wayne was normally one of the first students to arrive, though the past week had proven to be an anomaly. So when the classroom door opened, everyone glanced up, many eager with teasing remarks on their lips, only for their jaws to drop.
Striding in with the same manor he always possessed, was Damian. Nothing was out of place with him, appearing as he normally does. The bored yet intense eyes to his ‘I’m-better-than-you’ aura. Just as scary, just as obnoxious and intimidating. The only small difference was the girl attached to his hand.
Marinette trailed along behind him, holding onto his hand like it was the only thing keeping her from running. She looked up once to give them a small smile, only to lower her head again at the sight of everyone one staring at her in shocked horror. Damian, on the other hand, openly glared at the class, especially those from the French class who were the most active in ‘teasing’ Marinette while she was gone. As he guided her to their seats, the entire class watch in shocked fascination as Damian placed himself between Marinette and the rest of the class, glaring at anyone who he happened to see glancing their way. No one dared approach the table, not even Claude. They had never seen him like that, ever, and they could only assume that Protective Damian was Dangerous Damian.
~
Pushing those memories aside to analysis later, Mr. Spinale, along with Ms. Bustier, let their class up the steps towards the giant doors of Gotham Museum. Upon entering, he couldn’t help but smile at the exchange class’s reaction to the architect of the entryway. For all it’s faults, Gotham’s architecture was one of the city’s redeeming qualities. It was absolutely breathtaking! From the cathedral like ceiling and archways, to the beautifully carve gargoyles, to the gothic colours and designs, Gotham was a city like no other.
As the tour guide lead them through the building, providing them with the history of not only the building itself, but also on majority of the displays, Mr. Spinale only had to glare at a select few individuals. The warning in his glares were enough to scare the students into submission. Throughout the tour, Spinale noticed how Damian would tell Marinette bits of interesting, though little known facts about the museum and architecture, always making sure not to speak loud enough for others to hear. He never seemed to leave Marinette’s side, nor did he let go of her hand.
That was another development that shocked him. The fact that Damian was even allowing her to that close to him was a miracle. But when Mr. Spinale witnessed Damian grab the girl’s hand and squeeze it during the tour due to something Rossi and Cessiere whispered, he was seriously beginning to question reality. He had seen Damian use more physical contact in the last three-four hours then he had in the last three years. A strange and unsettling development to be sure, but not entirely unwelcome.
Spinale knew very little about the boy. What he did know was common knowledge. Damian was the youngest of the Wayne family, the only blood-child. He was known to be temperamental, had anger issues that he seemed to be dealing with, was arrogant, and blunt to the point were he would often come across as rude. So to see this change, to see him being gentle with someone, protective of someone, was, well, it was shock. To see a girl who so easily seemed to slip past the walls/ this boy had built up was staggering. The girl had to be magic.
The main tour ended a little after noon. Mr. Spinale released the class to find lunch, with the instructions that they travel in pairs and to meet back in the entrance in an hour. From there they could explore the museum on their own.
~
They had been on the main floor when it happened. Marinette had wanted to take a closer look at some of the artwork on the second floor. Claude, who managed to convince Marinette to let him tag along, seemed content to just fire off dozens of questions on what she was going to do for her assignment, only to explain in detail what he was going to do. It was in the middle of Claude explaining why his assignment was going to be on the Gotham Crystals, that Damian heard it.
“Ugh, look at her. A boy on each arm. How desperate for attention can that slut be?” the red head with glasses, Cesaire, scoffed, send a glare at Marinette before turning to Rossi. “I bet she’s filling their heads with all sorts of lies about you, Lila. The dirty rat.”
“I honestly don’t know what she has against me. I mean, I tried to be nice, but all she does is bully me. I know she’s jealous, but still.” Rossi said, not bothering to lower her voice, seeming to preen under the attention she was getting from her classmates that were with her, all nodding in agreement. “And you can’t be too hard on those poor boys, Alya. She has been living with one for a week unsupervised, and after all, men will believe anything under certain … circumstances. And you know the rumors …” she added, shooting a meaningful look at the girl in question, who had, unfortunately, heard what was said, instantly shrank into herself.
Damian saw red. How dare they! How dare they! As if they hadn’t done enough to Marinette already. They just had to spread slander about her. Here. In his presences. After he made it known that she was under His protection! A snare ripped tore from his throat, catching the attention of everyone in the vicinity. As the French class chanced a look in his direction, he watched with sick satisfaction as fear crept into their eyes. Murder burning brightly in his eyes as he glared at them.
“How dare you attack her honor! I always knew your class was stupid, but I didn’t think you were this idiotic. Spreading lies like that in her presence, let alone mine. But all of you, especially you, Rossi, have shown me a completely new level of stupidity I didn’t think was possible.” Damian hissed, his tone turning mocking as he saw everyone freeze.
“Listen here, brat! I don’t know what that slut told you but …” Cesaire started to say, eyes flashing as she hugged the now crying Italian before she was cut off.
“Shut your filthy mouth, harlot, unless you want to lose your tongue, or worse!” Damian yelled, his voice carrying though out the building. The occupants of the museum, especially those in the immediate vicinity didn’t dare move. The reverberations of angry Arabic echoed throughout the building, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.
“Ms. Bustier, that is a warning for your class. I suggest you gain control. You, come with me.” Mr. Spinale ordered, dangerously close to losing what little patience he had left .
“But Marinette was the one …” Lila started to say, only to be silenced by the Gothamite teacher.
“Ms. Marinette had nothing to do with what happened. You all, especially you two, were not only bullying her, but slandering her name. All of which are not tolerated by G.A. or by me. And you all will be punished accordingly. You should be grateful I am letting you finish this field trip. You will stay with your teacher and away from Marinette. If any of you wander off or harass her again during the duration of this trip, you will have more trouble then you’ll know what to do with. Do I make myself clear?” he hissed, struggling to hold his temper in check. He didn’t need to cause a bigger scene. The shaky, fearful nods he received were enough. Grabbing Damian by the arm, he dragged the boy away from the crowd to a more secluded spot.
“What were you thinking? Before you go off saying I don’t know what happened, yes, I do. I know what they said. I get it, your protective of Marinette. What those two said pissed you off. And they will be punished accordingly. But you could have gotten kicked out. Who would look out for her then? Damian, that girl relays on you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how she hasn’t let go of your hand. That girl is scared and right now you seem to be the one thing holding her together. Claude will only be able to hold her together for so long. Do not, I repeat, do not let yourself get kicked off this trip.” Mr. Spinale ordered. A few days ago, Damian would have taken offense to being order around and reprimanded by his teacher, but now, he was strangely thankful. He seemed to understand, and for that, Damian was grateful.
He was going to state as much, when an explosion shook the building, throwing everything into chaos.
~
“Damian, we can’t let you back in there, you know that!” Gordon yelled over the roaring of the storm. Multiple officers were actively hold the young Wayne back while Gordon tried talking sense into the boy. They couldn’t send anyone in there, not until Scarecrow made his demands known. Not when there were two civilians in there. Minors no less.
“NO! You don’t understand! I promised Jason I would keep her safe! I swore she could trust me to keep her safe!” he yelled, thrashing, or attempting to, though the grip of the three officers didn’t allow for much movement. The sharp sound of a slap rang through the air, snapping Damian out of his panic induced trance. All eyes snapped to Hoffman as she spoke.
“Listen kid, if Marinette is half as smart as she was at the station, she’ll be fine. One of your classmates is with her right? Then he’ll let her know what to do and what not to. But we need you to take a chill pill. Do you understand? Panicking is not going to do anything.”
“The officer’s right. Panicking will solve nothing.” A voice said as four bodies dropped onto the pavement beside the crew. Looks like the bats were finally there. “Commissioner, what’s the situation?”
“We got Scarecrow in there with at least four of his men, plus two hostages, Claude Chmakova from G.A. and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who’s part of an exchange program from France.” Gordon said, taking notice on how the entire bat-clan seemed to freeze for a moment at the mention of Marinette. Red Hood, who seemed to have been the most tense, was the first to snap back.
“I’m gonna kill that damn freak!” he hissed, gripping his guns as he started for the stairs, only to be stopped by Nightwing.
“Hood, we can’t just go in there. We have no idea where they are. You going in there guns blazing will get them killed!”
“I am not gonna wait out here and do nothing while she is in there!”
“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it! We just need to …”
Nightwing never got the chance to finish as the ground began to shake, the force throwing everyone off balance. Everyone, especially those with ties to Gotham, felt the very foundations of Gotham groan, as if something was waking up. A sound that could only be compared to the shrieking of missiles, tore through the air, before a fiery, blue light exploded from the building, leaving chaos in its wake.
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A Ladybug in Gotham #4
Marinette has an almost, sorta, kinda, maybe, actually a date.
Ahhhh the pier. This part was originally going to be the Botanical Garden but I wanna save that for a later time; and then I thought, ‘well, there’s Gotham harbor, so surely there’s a pier with an amusement park; that’s not ya know, the JOKER’S.’ And thus, the Pier was born lmao I’m excited for all the cuteness in this chapter! Even more getting to know you stuff! Friendship!!! CRUSHES!!! *shudders* Hormones.…
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 :HERE:
Enjoy dearies!!! <3
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Lunch wrapped up with little to no problem after that, and no one said a word when Adrien was escorted out of the cafeteria by Madame Bustier and the three security guards. Jason and Dick had both come to check on her as well once everything had died down. Marinette managed a smile for them, waving off their concerns, and they left with promises to see her at dinner. Even Tim, before he left, slid her a card from one of his friends, only commenting that they were one of the best lawyers he knew; Marinette thanked him, slipping the card in her purse.
And then the tour was over, and Madame Bustier was loading everyone onto the bus to head to the pier. Marinette sighed as she hung towards the back of the line, Damian standing with her.
“You ok, angel?” She shrugged her good shoulder.
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The Demon’s Bride (3)
So, I’m still working on the actual chapter while creating this tag list. Thank you all for showing interest. My wages have been paid.
So we are now wrapping up with the scene from @multifandomscribette and her posts “Gotham for Two”. I have spelunked through the works and found some of the original posts that inspired this what if in my brain before @mindfulmagics gave it a voice.
This post I am recommending “Fairy vs Angel” by @mochinek0 which really put this “huh I like this idea” bug in my head. Thank you. And Mademoiselle Mari by @inevitableenquere for helping to refine that bug. I am of course playing in this sandbox with very little “canon” knowledge...so here’s to having fun.
*Will be updating these with Hyperlinks as soon as I learn how :(
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Chapter 3
Marinette froze at the order. Not from obedience but from disbelief. She turned in his grip to look at the man holding her. He wasn’t quite a man, being smaller than the others, though he was still much bigger than her petite frame, she figured he was about her age. About two months older exactly if her ears weren’t deceiving her.
The domino mask did a lot to hide his identity. Masking his features and hiding easy identifiers such as eye color. But her eyes skirted over the mask towards his hairline and there...
At the corner of his left eye, half hidden by the mask and his hair, was a small, light silvery scar that stood out stronger against his darker skin.
She knew that scar. She had been the one to give it to him when they were kids. His features blurred as tears filled her eyes.
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The other bats shouted in alarm as the girl lunged into the youngest ones arms and, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she collapsed into sobs.
Batman and Red Hood stood in shock as their youngest was suddenly comforting a distraught girl. A girl who had minutes before been competently holding Red Hood and Red Robin in a veritable stalemate. That it was the youngest, who Hood still affectionately called Demon Spawn, doing the comforting was mind boggling.
Damian ignored his father and brothers as he focused on the girl in his arms. He knew he was facing an inquisition about this later, but right now he had Mari back. She was in his arms, crying her heart out, but alive. He didn’t know what miracle created this but he wasn’t going to question it. Not now.
Instead he tightened his grip on her as she sobbed about ‘him dying’ and ‘don’t wake up, please don’t wake up’ and focused all his senses on her, trusting that even if they didn’t understand, the rest of the Bats would have their backs in this moment. Damian buried his nose in her hair and yes, that was her smell, sugar and yeast and baking things and he had forgotten. How had he forgotten?
He blinked back the tears in his eyes, it was dust how dare you suggest anything else, and looked at Mari as she seemed to be calming down. She was looking back at him with eyes bluer than the bluest anything.
“What the Fuck, Demon Brat?” Jason broke the silence.
Mari flinched turning her attention back to the others. Standing she placed herself slightly between Damian and the others, not enough to block him from view (pft how could she, she’s so tiny?) but enough to obviously be a defensive move. With him squarely at her back.
Standing too, Damian just glared at Todd and his father who were the only one’s visible at the moment though he had no doubt Grayson and Drake were hanging out on the roof watching this. “Later,” he said to his father before grabbing Mari and the grappling gun from his belt. Firing it he tightened his grip on his personal angel and reeled it in pulling them away from the rest of the bat clan.
Mari didn’t say anything, just kept her hold on him as he bound across and between the rooftops of Gotham city. When he stopped he set her on her feet and, while waiting to see that she could stand on her own, he silenced his comms unit.
The two of them stood on a roof top in Gotham, city noises echoing off the buildings around them, staring at each other in silence. She was the first to break it.
“It really is you, isn’t it? I was told you died after...” she trailed off before starting over, “Please tell me this isn’t a dream and I’m going to wake up and you’re dead again?”
He frowned before removing his mask. Her eyes roamed over his face noting the changes time brought to the boy she remembered. His were doing the same, observing a face devoid of it’s baby fat, her eyes were red from crying but the blue was still a color he had no name for. He’d heard others compare them to precious stones or other flowery nonsense, but they were Mari’s eyes. They had no comparison.
“It’s me, Habibti,” he said taking the hand she lifted to trace over his features and held it against his cheek, “I’m real. Just as you are, and you’re here with me.”
They didn’t say anything more for a moment just relished that the other was here and alive. Taking a deep breath Damian took Mari’s hand and lead her to the edge of the roof where they sat so they could observe the city below them, the roofs around them and just talk.
“You didn’t expect to see me,” he made the observation first.
“No,” he didn’t expect an answer but Mari did anyways.
“So why are you In Gotham?”
“I’m on a field trip with my class,” she answered.
He frowned. Yes it had been years since he had seen her but she wasn’t usually so short with her answers. Long rambling dialogues were more her usually style. Unless she was hiding something?.
“Where is your class,” he asked as that thought came to him.
Mari sighed and frowned, not at him but more like she was unhappy with her answer. “They’re probably at the hotel by now.”
“Mari,” he growled. She glanced at him and he saw she could see he was So Done! with her evading the story.
She bobbed her head in understanding before turning to look at the city instead of at him. “I got left behind at the pizza parlor where we were having dinner and was walking back when someone started following me. I ducked into the alley and took him down before that friend of yours interfered. And well you know the rest from there.”
“Todd is one of my brothers.” He smiled at the memory of the seen he had Batman had entered to, “And I wish I could have seen you take him down, though seeing him held at gun point was a nice second.”
Mari rolled her eyes, “yeah well I don’t really think flipping and holding your brother hostage is going to endear me to him or any of them really. And should you be announcing their identities so casually?”
“Tt, it’s Todd’s own fault for underestimating you. Which I will point out every chance I get for the next year,” he smiled like the little brother with the good blackmail material he now was.
“I’ll ignore the fact you didn’t answer my question about identities. For now,” she said.
Damian smiled at her acknowledging he knew that she knew that he was avoiding that question.
“So now what,” she asked.
Damian looked up at the sky before answering. “I guess now it just depends on what you want to do?” He said.
Mari just looked at him waiting for him to explain.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye before answering. “I can take you back to the hotel you’re staying at tonight. Tomorrow I come over and pick you up and we talk to the others over lunch.”
“Or...?” She asked.
“Or I can take you to the others now and we explain tonight,” he said.
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Broken Angels Ch. 15
Hi everyone! So here’s chapter 15. Sorry it’s so short, but my hand is cramped from painting a house. The next chapter will be longer will have a lot in it. Anyway, I want to say thank you to everyone who like, commented, and reblogged the last one. I think I tagged everyone, but as I said before, I did lose my tag list and I’m still finding people. Again, if you have any questions suggestions, or comments, let me know. Hope y’all enjoy! Peace!
It had been exactly a week since ‘the accident’. The station was no less busy than normal for a Monday, but everyone seemed listless. Apparently the station seemed to lack any sort of internal drama so Hoffman decided to rat out her desk mate who had been playing Galaga on his computer instead of doing his paperwork. That had caused Jackson, her desk mate, to inform the entire department that Hoffman was the one who was responsible for stealing all the unlabeled lunches in the staff room. They still weren’t on speaking terms, but Gordon was thankful for the break in bickering.
One of the Wayne lawyers had come by the station, informing Gordon that Marinette would be staying with the family. They also stated that if Marinette’s class or teacher caused the GCPD any trouble, to refer them back to them and they would deal with it. Unsurprisingly, but the fact still grated on Gordon’s nerves too no end, was the fact that Bustier hadn’t called at any point during the rest of the week. While Gordon knew that the Wayne’s would have let her know of the changes, the fact that the teacher didn’t seem to care to at the very least let the police know about the change was disheartening.
He still had a few of the staff digging into the night Jason was found, looking for any abnormal activity or incidents. So far, the only thing they had come up with was that the culprits were never caught or identified. There were also no witnesses to what had happened. While it wasn’t uncommon for there to be no witnesses in Gotham, the fact that the attack happened in one of the few places that had no cameras caused some red flags. It seemed too clean for it to not be planned. Whoever did it, knew what they were doing.
“No, don’t give them to Hoffman, she’ll eat them all!”
“Oh please! I’ll share, Galaga. You need stop accusing other of crimes they haven’t committed yet. And you call yourself a cop? Yeash.”
“Really? Then let me have some.”
“Never said I’d share with you.”
‘I knew the quiet wouldn’t last long.’ Gordon muttered, shoving the report away before walking out of his office to see what the two stooges where fighting about now. The first thing he saw was something that he knew he would never forget. Hoffman held a box in one hand as high above her head as she possible could, while pushing Jackson away by his face with her other hand, leaning way from him as he tried to snatch the box. Honestly, it looked like something straight from a school yard, only with officers in uniform, completed with the rest of the station just watching but no one attempting to intervene.
The second thing he notices was as much of as surprise, but a more pleasant one. There, dressed in Gotham Academy’s colours, stood Marinette watching the two clowns fight over whatever was in the box, a smile etched on her face.
“Hoffman. Jackson. Can you two idiots try to give this station a little bit of dignity?” Gordon asked, a small smile barely showing itself at the sight of how both froze mid-shove before letting each other go, muttering a faint apology.
“Marinette, how are you doing? You going to school today?” Gordon asked, turning his attention to the girl. She looked better. Not by a lot, but you could see the difference. The swelling in her face had disappeared. The bruising from the hand print had faded some, blending into the rest of the bruising. The bruising itself was in the process of changing from purple to yellow. In his opinion, the changing bruises looked worse then solid purple. Gordon could see the evidence of make-up, allowing the bruising to look less extreme, not that he blamed her. If she was going to school, the last thing she’d want would to be stared at. The only thing that didn’t seem to change was the discolouration of her eye. Her right eye was still as red as it was the last time he saw her.
“I … I’m better. A lot better. I had just wanted to come by to say thank you. For everything everyone did. And … and I brought some pastries. That … that’s what Officer Hoffman’s holding.” Marinette said, her voice low and gentle, as if speaking too loud would get her in trouble.
“Well that explains it.” He said, humor in his tone as he gave Hoffman an unimpressed glance.
“I … I’m sorry. I didn’t know if it was allowed or not but Jason said it would be fine and I didn’t mean to get anyone in trouble I just wanted to do something as a thank you and …” Marinette stuttered, voice growing slightly panicked as she rambled.
“Marinette, it’s perfectly fine. It’s not against any rules. Ok. Just breath.” Gordon said, making sure to keep his temper in check. If she went off like this right off the bat, whatever damage had been done was deep. As if she would get trouble for being thoughtful. “I just said because Hoffman has a reputation of eating everything that comes in.”
“I can not be expected to work these hours without something to eat. Besides, I’m not the one to worry about. Hill …”
“You want to finish that sentence, Hoffman?” Hill yelled, shutting Hoffman up with the unsaid threat.
Gordon had never wanted to strangle his men as badly as he did now. They were never this relaxed around others. Frankly, it was unprofessional and embarrassing the watch. But with the laugh they were able to extract from the nervous girl in front of them, he was willing to let it slide. This time.
“I can’t stay long. I have school and Damian’s waiting outside for me. I just wanted to drop these off and say thank you. Oh, this one’s for you Commissioner. And Bruce wanted me to give you this. He said it was important.” Marinette said, handing Gordon a separate box along with a rather large envelope.
“Are you sure you’re up for going? I’m sure the teachers wouldn’t mind giving you another day or two.” Gordon asked, taking the box and envelope, surprised by the weight of them.
“Jason said the exact same thing. And while the teachers may not mind, I do. I’ve already missed a week and I’m already going to be in enough trouble as it is. Plus I … I came here to learn.” Marinette said, a smile lighting up her face. “Besides, the class is touring Wayne Enterprises today and I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”
“Well, if you get too bored, you can always come hang out down here.” Gordon said, half joking. While he was happy Marinette was feeling up to rejoining the class, he didn’t like it. Not after what he had witnessed.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I gotta get going, but I’ll see you later, ok?” Marinette said, turning to head out. Pausing after two steps, she turned around again catching Gordon’s eyes for a moment. “Commissioner, even though you don’t see it, you really are making a big difference. In some ways, even more then the Bats are.”
With those last words of encouragement, Marinette quickly disappeared through the doors of the station just as thunder rumbled through the city.
“She is like a ray of sunshine.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on. You seriously can not tell me that you did not feel that. As soon as she came in, everything felt lighter. Brighter. And you got a special box of pastries. If that’s not sunshine reincarnation, then I don’t know what is.”
“Hoffman, we can talk about Gotham’s sunshine later. Now did you find anything?” Gordon asked, agreeing with Hoffman’s description completely. The station had felt brighter with Marinette there.
“Fine, we’ll finalize the stations adoption of her later. And as for your question, no I did not find anything in the files, but I did find something interesting in the emergency call logs.
“Emergency calls?” Gordon asked, ignoring Hoffman’s quip about adoption. Instead, he divided his attention between the contents of the envelope Marinette had given him, and Hoffman’s explanation.
“Yeah. For a solid fifteen minutes, there was a little over forty calls reporting an ‘earthquake’. Almost all the calls stated that air in their houses shifted and that they felt the ground rumble. Freaked them out. I was listening to the recordings and they were legitly scared, Gordon. Anyways, interesting fact: all these calls came within a three mile radius from where Jason was found.” Hoffman said, sounding pleased with herself
“This is perfect!” Gordon exclaimed, startling the personal within ear shot.
“It better be. My eyes are dry and bug-eyed from staring at the screen so long.”
“Not that Hoffman, but we can still use that. Look into it and see if they notice anything else out of the norm. But this,” Gordon said, waving around the paper as if it was the winning ticket. “This is perfect. We got our permit!”
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Broken Angels Ch. 14
Hi everyone! So here’s the next part of Broken Angels, and hopefully it answers some questions. I want to thank everyone whose like, commented, and reblogged my story. Reading your comments and theories is always an enjoyment. I tried to tag everyone but if i missed you, let me know. Again if you have any suggestions, questions, or comments let me know! Hope ya’ll enjoy! Peace!
Alfred was not strangers to the sight injures. He was the family’s personal medic, after all. So yes, he had seen his fair share of broken bones, bruising, slices, and even exposed organs. His boys had always been reckless and payed for their mistakes, but they knew how to take them. Injures where part of their job. But nothing could have prepared him for Miss Marinette. When he first saw her face, he felt his heart break a little. But it was her eyes that truly made him angry. Not just because of the discolouration, but for the haunted look that lay buried beneath the blue. A look Alfred remembered seeing every day in the mirror for years after the war. She had the eyes of a survivor. Of someone who had seen death up close. They were the eyes of a soldier.
When she had locked eyes with him, Alfred couldn’t help the strong feeling of … connection wash over him. When she blinked, breaking the connection, Alfred couldn’t help but feel as if he past a test. Between the two of them, Alfred and Jason had been able to convince Marinette to take a shower to relax her muscles, and she consequently ended up on one of Jason’s sweaters.
Aside from bringing them some refreshments and an ice pack for Marinette’s swelling, Alfred had left the two children alone.
When it was discover Miss Marinette was a meta, Alfred had been ready to jump to her defence, only to be pleasantly surprised, though slightly shocked when Damian had spoken up for her. That surprise had turned to pride when Bruce allowed her to stay, though she would have whether he agreed or not. Alfred was not about to allow the girl out of his sight. But the pride turned to dread when Marinette’s voice cut through the room.
All attention was drawn to the door. Marinette stood just inside the frame, her hair disheveled, falling freely around her face. One hand was rubbing the sleep from her left eye. Her borrowed sweater dwarfed her small frame, the hem reaching almost past her knees while the sleeves where clutched in her hands, preventing them from falling. Ignoring the bruising, she looked adorable, but Alfred could not ignore the bruising. From the looks of it, the rest of the family couldn’t either. When she opened her eyes, Alfred could have sworn that he heard a growl come from Dick. The shock on their faces quickly disappeared into silent, building rage.
“Jason, what’s going on?” Marinette asked, her voice heavy with sleep, but alert enough to know something was off. They were silent for too long.
“ … Family meeting.”
“Ok, but what’s a meta? And why were you talking about it?” She asked again. Her voice was steady, but Alfred could detect an underlying current of panic that was beginning to rise.
“Meta is short for metahuman.”
“And?”
“ … and metas are different from ordinary people. They have gifts, powers that set them apart. And while some people, Bruce included, have issues with them, he doesn’t hate them. He’s just … cautious.” Jason explained. “Reason being is that Gotham has a way of … bringing out the worst in people. And the knowledge that they are above normal sometimes makes them think they are above the law.”
“Ok.”
“ … And the reason we where talking about them was because I … told them about your gift.” Jason said, and Alfred could pinpoint the exact moment Marinette realized what Jason was referring too. “And before you yell at me, Nettie, just … I’m sorry. I … I know I should have asked you before I said anything. And I know I had told you not to tell anyone about. And you have every right to be mad at me for this. But I trust them.”
Marinette had looked ready to bolt from the room the entire time Jason was talking. The panic that had flashed through her only to be surpassed immediately was both impressive and concerning. The ability to be able have such a tight control on ones emotions took years of practice. She only paused at the last three words Jason had said. Her eyes flashed from Jason to the rest of the family, never holding their gaze for more then a few seconds before jumping to the next. When her gaze came to Alfred, he again felt that slight sense of connection. When she moved on, the feeling of passing a test came back. When she returned to Jason, her body was still pulled taunt, but she had lost the frightened rabbit look.
“ … If you trust them, then that’s enough for me.”
Alfred couldn’t help the smile that came at the sight of Jason visible relaxing at her words. He also didn’t miss the signs of the tension the rest of the family melt away.
“Perhaps now would be a good time for introductions.” Alfred said, subtly reminding the boys of their manners.
“Of course. My apologizes miss. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Bruce Wayne. This is my oldest, Richard Grayson.”
“Just call me Dick. It’s an honour to meet you.”
“My second youngest, Timothy Drake.”
“Pleasure to meet you. And Tim’s fine.”
“My youngest, Damian.”
Unsurprisingly, Damian gave her a polite nod, but nothing else.
“And you’ve already met Alfred.”
“Miss,” Alfred said in acknowledgement, bowing slightly.
“Hello, I’m Marinette. Th … thank you. For having me.” She said, sending them a sweet smile.
“If you’re family to Jason, you’re family to us.” Bruce assured her. “Though I do have to ask, just so we can understand the situation better. What exactly is your ability and what does it allow you to do?” he asked, giving her small, encouraging smile.
Everyone, Damian and Alfred included, gave Marinette their full attention. For a moment, it looked like she might leave or at the very least refuse to say. But an encouraging nudge from Jason had her taking a breath before returning her focus back on them.
“I, it’s kinda hard to explain. I’ve … I’ve always been able to ‘see’ what kind of person someone is. Whether I can trust them or not. That one is always on. I can’t turn it off.”
“And the other one?” Bruce probed, though he waited patiently for her to answer.
“I… with the other one. With what happened … with Mr. Dent. I . . . it comes on at random. It’s … like seeing what their soul looks like. Like I’m seeing who, and what they truly are. But it hasn’t happened since the night that …” she said, trailing off at the end. And Alfred could only guess she was referring to the night that she and Jason were separated.
“So you can see someone for who they are?” Dick asked, thankfully noticing where her mind was going, attempting to distract her.
“Yes.”
“Can you do me? I’m honestly curious how it works.”
“I … I don’t…” she began to say, foundering to come up with an excuse. But Dick cut her off.
“Please?” he asked, giving her his ‘puppy-dog-eyes’.
“… You … You carry a lot on your shoulders. A lot of baggage. You … have a tendency to look back on your regrets and you don’t let yourself move on. You always ask the ‘what if?’ You strive and strive to prove yourself. To make up for something. You cherish the family you have now, but you’re afraid that one day, its all gonna fall apart. So you smile through the pain, because your afraid that if you stop, then everything will disappear.”
As Marinette spoke, Dick’s eager smile slowly faded as his eyes widened in shock.
“But, there’s always hope shining. You also have a big heart. Some say it’s too big. You believe what you are doing is right with everything you are. You love your family to the point where it hurts. You’re trustworthy.”
For a few, painfully long moment, no one did anything. Dick just stared at the girl who had, without any back story or reference whatsoever, summed up his life in a few sentences. Told him fears and insecurities that no one knew. Slowly, a smile spread across his face, lighting up his blue eyes.
“ … It’s official. I think I’m gonna like you.”
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