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I love 3am creative bursts of energy. One second you’re staring at a blank word doc, next thing you know you have 2000 words written of the next story in the IKEA verse. So useful. Wonder if anyone is even still interested in reading more for this verse?

[batsandbugs]

Bruce Wayne’s Headache Classification System

IKEA Verse

AN: Hey look, I'm back!!! I hope you guys are ready for this next part of the IKEA Verse. It's a three-parter from Bruce's POV. I had so much fun with this and am glad to be back writing for this universe. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Staring out across a purple and umber field, three moons hanging low on the horizon, and an approaching alien army marching ever closer from a distance, Bruce feels a headache forming along the base of his skull.

And he’s very sure it’s not because of the army.

Normally, he keeps his emotions as dampened as possible, especially while in the suit, but it’s only him, Clark, and Diana standing guard in this watchtower. He hasn’t slept more than twelve hours in the past four days, and he deserves to grumble a bit about an impending stress headache.

He pulls down his cowl, rubbing aching temples with glove-clad hands. 

“You feeling okay?” Clark asks, like the mother hen he pretends not to be.

“No,” Bruce grunts.

“It’s only an army, gentlemen. We’ve faced worse before,” Diana says from her seat. She repetitively, one might almost say nervously, sharpens a pair of knives Bruce swears were already so finely edged they could cut air, but he won’t mention that to the armed warrior princess.

“I’m not worried about the army. We’ll be fine.” Bruised, battered, and bloodied perhaps, but they’ll be fine.

Clark tilts his head, looking like a human, non-yellow version of Big Bird. “So why the headache?”

Bruce sighs. “My children are doing something stupid.”

Clark and Diana look at him askance.

He has categories for his headaches. They are all distinct, so much so he named them according to the type of situations they arise from. The Situation-has-gone-to-shit headache, the Joker-has-escaped-Arkham-again headache, or, a personal favorite, the Press-are-being-stupid headache.

This particular headache is a slow build. Bubbling at the base of his neck and slithering its way into his temples. It pounds in time to his heart and sends a feeling of nausea down his gullet.

It’s his My-children-have-done-something-stupid-and-the-consequences-have-spiraled-out-of-control headache.

It was one he was very familiar with.

“How- but… they’re on Earth,” says Clark in confusion. “Did you get like, a text or something?”

“No,” Bruce says plainly. His headaches never lie. He bet if he calls right now, they would either not pick up at all, or they would, and utter chaos would be occurring on his home planet more than several million miles away. Where he can’t do anything.

This is why the headache warning is completely impractical and unneeded.

“Then how do you know?” Diana asks.

“I always know.” They’ve worked with him for long enough, they should already know this.

Clark shakes his head. “It’s not that I don’t believe you about the headache B, but isn’t it more likely it’s just from stress and lack of sleep. None of us are as young as we used to be.”

“Speak for yourselves, mortals,” Diana says with a half-hearted smile. Her immortality was an ever-lingering shadow over her friendships. It didn’t stop her from making friends though.

“Well, we can’t all be perfect immortal warrior princesses,” Clark responds with a smile. He places a hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze. A silent acknowledgment they were all still there. Together.

For now.

Bruce shoots them both an unimpressed stare. “If it was just from stress and sleep deprivation I would be able to handle it.” Plus, that headache is completely different from this one, he knows what his Lack-of-sleep-too-much-stress ­headache feels like, but this isn’t it. “No, it’s specifically the headache I get when my children are causing problems.” He sighs, pulling out his interstellar communicator. He really should focus on the approaching alien army, but he can at least set the groundwork for dealing with whatever problem has arisen when he gets back.

He shoots Alfred a text letting him know about the headache, and to locate his children as soon as possible.

Had he known this would be the case all those years ago when he first adopted Dick… well, he still probably would have done it. He loves all his kids to the moon and back. Headaches and all.

“I don’t get headaches about my kids,” Clark grumbles. He pauses, thinking. “At least not before I’m sure they’re causing trouble.”

“That’s because your kids don’t cause trouble the same way mine do,” says Bruce, thinking of the unique and eclectic skill sets each of his children possessed. Yes, much more potential danger-making than two kids with superpowers. “I need the early warning system.”

A screeching alarm sounds on one of the monitors. Bruce checks it. The approaching army’s scouting parties finally arrive in range of their volleying.

“Ready?” he asks, pulling up his cowl. All frustrations and weaknesses melting away. This is serious.

Diana stands, sheathing the knives, and poses herself to leap into action. “Verily. Let’s show this scum who not to mess with.”

Clark comes over and places a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “You sure you’ll be good?” Bruce only gives a silent glare back. He’s fought on broken bones and with poison running through his veins. A headache is child’s play. “Alright, alright just making sure. Let’s get this over with and get home, so you can deal with whatever mess your children have created.”

“Perhaps, it won’t be so bad,” muses Diana, winding up her lasso, as their first enemy comes into range. “Your children are smart and creative warriors. Certainly, they can rescue themselves out of whatever trouble they’ve risen.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about them getting out of trouble,” says Bruce. He’s trained them better than that. “I’m worried about anyone else who might get caught up in the chaos.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Clark reassures. “They’re good kids.” He shoots down an enemy drone ship with a blast of laser vision. “What’s the worst they could do?”

Another shiver rolls down Bruce’s spine. Oh, he’s sure it could get very, very bad. After all, he’s trained them. But considering a giant alien tank, covered in spikes, and lobbing explosive mortars drops down thirty feet away, he feels Clark’s last comment, in all its misguided naiveté, deserves to go unanswered.

He’ll deal with whatever chaos his children have concocted when he’s back on earth.

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A day and a half later the aliens are defeated and the reigning government properly reinstated. The Justice League, given their due thanks and medical assistance, board back onto their ship and settle in for a long interstellar trip back to the Watchtower. By the time medical clears him, Bruce is barely able to keep his eyes open. When he finally beams down from the Watchtower, it is so late it’s inching on early.

Thankfully, no one’s in the cave when he arrives. His chest is bandaged, and his concussion is minor, but he’s in no mood to deal with people. He strips out of his suit and takes a hot shower. The cave’s water pressure hits the right spot on his sore and battered body. Once finished, he retrieves a pair of comfy clothes stashed in his locker, and downs a handful of extra-strength pain meds from the med bay.

He glances back at the computer. Once upon a time; ten, even five years ago maybe, he'd seat himself down and work till the sun came up. Checking and double-checking all the going-ons in his city until he was sufficiently informed. Now though he can't even begin to muster up the energy to care. He knows his children, for all that they might have caused problems he'll have to deal with once he's more awake, will have handled everything. If this city's not on active fire (which it isn't, Bruce did check that) it can wait till tomorrow.

Or, well, later today.

Bruce ambles over to the elevator.  

He sighs once the doors close, slumping against the metallic interior. A hand run across his still-damp hair hits the bump that caused the concussion; he winces. Every twinging bruise splayed across his body throbs in a synchronous agonizing orchestra. He’s been in far more extensive pain than this, more times than he can count on all the fingers and toes of his adopted children, but for some reason, he needs the elevator wall to keep himself standing.

Clark was right. They weren’t getting any younger. 

Retirement was in his future soon. If he wasn’t dead before then. 

But the mission continued, as it always did, and until Bruce could no longer rise to meet it, he would continue to fight.

But for now; sleep and extra strength pain meds.

He barely remembers walking down the corridors to his room, much less falling face first into his bed. By the time his head hit the pillow, he is fast asleep.

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Morning comes all too early.

It also comes with an unexpected wake-up call.

“Rise and shine, Master Bruce,” says a suspiciously smug voice. Bruce groans at the sound and shoves a pillow over his face as Alfred throws open the heavy brocade curtains letting in a stream of mid-summer sunlight enter his room.

“What have I done to deserve this betrayal?” Bruce hisses, brain entirely too foggy to recall if he’d done something to piss Alfred off before he left for space.

“This isn’t betrayal Master Bruce. It’s eleven-thirty and high time for your day to begin.” Bruce hears Alfred puttering around his room like a well-practiced dance.

“I just fought an army to a standstill and prevented a terrorist coup on an alien planet. Can’t I just skip existing today?” Bruce feels that is more than fair. He would like to continue sleeping.

“I’m afraid opting out of consciousness is an unfeasible course of action for you today, dear boy. However, I did bring you breakfast if you’d like to pry yourself out of bed long enough to enjoy it.” Alfred’s voice is calm and steady. The elderly butler doesn’t allow food in bed. Ever. So, breakfast in your room is as close to breakfast-in-bed that the residents of Wayne manor get.

Bruce peaks his head out from under the pillow. Sure enough, Alfred has a breakfast platter set up over at his seating nook. Fresh fruit, a fluffy omelet, steaming blueberry scones, and a piping hot French press full of pitch-black coffee.

Oh.

Oh no.

Bruce’s sleepiness evaporates in an instant. “I don’t get breakfast in my room unless I’m sick or dying, and since the Watchtower med bay cleared me, I’m currently neither of those things.” A familiar pounding pain, this time manifesting right behind his eyes and seeping outward takes up residence in his head. Bruce closes his eyes and rubs at the lids with his thumb and pointer finger.

This is his Alfred-is-about- to- give-me-bad-news headache.

He takes a deep breath, braces himself, and asks, “How bad is it?”

The elderly man doesn’t turn around, continuing to straighten the objects on the platter. It’s his own form of fidgeting. “I also have yesterday’s newspaper available for you to peruse.”

Bruce groans, smacking his head against the headboard. “The newspaper? They managed to get themselves in the fucking newspaper!”

He loves his children.

He swears he does.

But he is absolutely gonna wring their necks.

“In or out of masks?” he asks, dreading the answer. Maybe it’s in masks. Maybe he can manage the fallout without having to resort to press conferences, official statements, or-

“You have several missed calls from Wayne Enterprise’s PR team.”

“Fuck.”

“Verily.”

Throwing off the covers, Bruce doesn’t bother to hide a wince as sore feet hit wooden floors. He treads to the sitting area, draping his Batman-themed dressing gown – Dick’s most recent Christmas gift – over his clothes. Laying himself across the chaise lounge, he snags a blueberry scone and stuffs it into his mouth.

Alfred sits opposite, in the chair on the other side of the coffee table, and pours himself a cup of tea.

Years ago, the proper uptight butler would never have broken propriety to sit with his charge and eat. But at this point; he’s raised Bruce, grandparented seven traumatized children to adulthood – despite several dying and resurrecting, along the way- kept a manor house running by himself on nothing but spite and dedication alone, became the equivalent of a triage medic with the amount of stitching and emergency surgery done over the years, and been the sole voice of reason for a house full of over-dramatic-theatre-kids-turned-vigilantes.

He adds two lumps of sugar to his tea and offers Bruce the newspaper with an unreadable face.  

There are a few moments of silence as Bruce scans the words, digesting the story laid out in black and white on the pages.

“An IKEA?”

“Yes sir.”

“And whose grand idea was that?”

“I believe Master Richard’s.”

Bruce sighs. The headache intensifies.

“What were they trying to accomplish?”

“A good old-fashioned game of hide-and-seek.”

Bruce shook the paper. “How does hide-and-seek turn into property damages, worker strikes, and-” he squints at the paper. “Ball pit insurrections!”

“I’m afraid you will have to hear the entire story from the children Master Bruce, I’m not sure I could do the tale justice.”

Bruce narrows his eyes, now Alfred is just being cagey.

“Security threw them out?”

Alfred sips his tea. “No, they insisted they left voluntarily. Although, all but Damian are now banned from every IKEA on the eastern seaboard, and Master Timothy has spent the past day and a half fielding media outlets and assessing the amount of compensation this incident will require to quietly smooth over.”

Rolling his eyes, Bruce says, “This is going to fuel media speculations for weeks. Quiet is not on the books.” He grabs another scone but stops halfway to his mouth. Rereads the article. “Damian’s not mentioned.”

“No, he’s not.”

“He’s not banned like his brothers.”

“No, he’s not.”

Alfred’s face is very still.

“Alfred…”

“The children, Master Bruce.” Alfred insists again. “I assure you; you’ll want to hear the full recounting of their shenaniganry from them.”

Bruce sighs, again. “The girls would never do this to me. The girls would never get involved in something like this.”

“No…” Alfred says, slowly, reaching for a scone. Bruce covers his face with his hands and leans back against the lounge, the dull throb behind his eyes accosting his brain full force. “If you turn to page four, you’ll see a local pet shop was uncovered as a front for the Russian mob. Spoiler and Black Bat were instrumental in helping the police smoke out the perpetrators. Less helpful would be the subsequent three-hour car chase across the southern half of the city, but that’s neither here nor there.” He picks up the French press. “Coffee, Master Bruce?”

Bruce wishes he was back in space fighting the alien army.

AN: Alright that's the end of chapter 1. Should have the next one out sometime Monday. I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you all for your wonderful comments and reblogs over the past few days. It warms my heart and makes me giddy with joy how many of you love this silly little series. I hope that this can brighten your day as much as you brighten mine.

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Chandelier

This is my first Dickinette fic and song fic.

This started off as a funny idea form @boldlyanxious followed by a silly conversation that lead to creating this.

I wanted to gift this to @boldlyanxious because without her this wouldn't exist. Not only did she give me the idea but listened to me talk about it for the last week and found all my spelling mistakes.  💝

The song is Chandelier by Sia

Warning : some sexual references

Party girls don’t get hurt

Can’t feel anything, when will I learn?

I push it down, push it down.

Marinette struggled to open her eyes. Everything was too bright and the noise from the busy street down below seemed ten times louder than normal. She rolled over and yelped as she fell onto the floor. This wasn’t her bedroom. This wasn’t even her apartment. Where the hell was she?

“Oh, look sleeping beauty is finally awake.” Steph snickered. “Coffee?”

Marinette rubbed her face then stood up and stretched. “Do you even have to ask?” She felt like she’d been hit by a truck. Every muscle protested as she walked over to her blonde friends.

“Never thought I’d see the day that miss goody two shoes partied harder than me.” Chloe said pulling the chair out for Marinette and putting a plate of pancakes on the table.

“Ease up on her babe. If anyone deserves to let her hair down, it’s Mari and you know it.”

Steph grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and pulled her down for a kiss.

“I’ve gotta go. I have a thing.” Marinette looked away from the girls and downed her coffee before standing up.

“Hey, you don’t have to run off. There’s no judgment here.” Steph grabbed her hand. “It’s been a year since you defeated your enemy. Six months since you broke up with Adrien. This is the first time in your life you’ve been able to actually let go.”

Marinette felt the but coming on and she had to force herself not to run out the door. She wasn’t used to letting her emotions run wild and it had been her downfall with Adrien. His carefree attitude drove her crazy in the end, but she hadn’t been able to detach herself from the troubled relationship. Instead, she’d pushed him away till he couldn’t take it anymore.

She missed him but in the same breath she didn’t. Emotions were not her strong point, so she’d decided to finally let go. Maybe she’d taken it a step to fare though. She worked on her commissions during the day and partied most nights.

A few hours’ sleep if that, then repeat.

Her friends were starting to worry but they were torn between letting her finally live and making her slow down before she did something she regrated. The Kwami seemed divide as well. Half of them were happy she was finally living like a normal 20 something year old and the other half were on her case about responsibilities.

“Thanks for not letting me go home with that guy.” She couldn’t remember his name and she didn’t care to be honest. “I’ve got a meeting and commissions to get through today, so I have to go.” She gave Steph’s hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and smiled at the girls.

“Get some rest too M but don’t forget we have the gala tonight.” Steph called out as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “We’ll pick you up at 7pm.”

“Sure, I’ll see you guys later.”

One, two, three, one, two, three

One, two, three, one, two, three

One, two, three, one, two, three

Throw ‘em back ‘til I lose count.

The masquerade gala was as expected. Rich people flirting their wealth around like it was a competition. Everyone loved the dark blue dress and mask she wore. One of her many creations she hand crafted in hopes to get her name out there. So far, the sleepless nights were paying off and she’d nearly run out of business cards.

The woman wanted to look like her and the old men didn’t seem to know how to keep their hands off of her, even with their wives standing right there. The wives seemed preoccupied, to distracted by all the young bachelors running around anyway. Marinette was left wondering if the masks had made people forget their inhibitions.

After two hours of Steph dragging her around to different groups of people, she excused herself and headed for the bar. She ignored the questioning look the bartender threw her when she ordered three tequila shots and a vodka and lemonade.

She’d already downed the first two shots before she heard the conversation down the other end of the bar.

“Tt, Father has obviously forgotten Dick’s obsession with chandeliers.” The shorter of the three said.

“It’s like he’s asking for trouble so how do we get Dickie bird to do his thing.” The tallest this time, who was ruggedly handsome with a white streak in the front of his dark messy hair.

“You both know B is going to be pissed if one of us ruins this event. That said Dick totally set me up last time so as long as it doesn’t get back to me, I’m in.” The third guy was dressed in an expensive suit and looked the part except for his shoes. Black and white converse of all things gave away the fact he’d probably been forced to attend.

Marinette downed her last shot and turned to the men. “And here I was thinking this was going to be a boring night.” She smiled wickedly at them. “I must say I’m intrigued. Is there some type of entertainment I don’t know about?”

The tallest of the three smiled at her and walked over. He leaned on the bar next to her and she couldn’t help but notice how his muscles flexed under the fabric of his suit. “If it’s entertainment you’re after doll I’ll be happy to help you out.”

“Tt, as subtle as a freight train as always Todd.”

“Shut it, Demon spawn.”

“Hi, I’m Tim.” The guy in the converse extended his hand passed his tall friend. Marinette took it and smiled warmly at him. “And these are my brothers Jason and Damian. Now if you’re finished embarrassing yourself Jay, we’ve got about two minutes before he makes his way over here. $100 for whoever can talk him into it.”

“Who and into what?” Marinette asked looking between the three brothers.

They all looked at each other then back to her. “Our brother Dick use to be in a circus and let’s just say he has a thing for hanging off chandeliers.” Tim answered while Jason snickered, Damian just looked annoyed.

“So, you’re trying to get him to what exactly?” She asked trying to keep the grin off her face. Well, this wasn’t what she was expecting at a gala. She was sure the host Bruce Wayne would have all of them kicked out for this and banned from the social events in Gotham for life. But Marinette was intrigued and always up for chaos.

“See the row of chandeliers little lady.” Jason pointed at the ceiling and Marinette noticed the rows of small gold chandeliers hanging in-between the garlands of flowers. There was a large chandelier in the middle of the room that looked to be a permanent fixture. The smaller ones started in each corner of the room then met the larger one in the middle. It made a decorative X across the ceiling. “We want to see if our brother Dick can make it across the room.”

Marinette did some rough calculations in her head. Wouldn’t be the same without her yoyo but with any type of circus or parkour training the distance was doable. “If he has any type of skill that shouldn’t be impossible.”

“And you know this how?” Damian asked with his calculating green eyes studying her masked face.

She just shrugged. “How about if I can talk him into it all three of you pay up? So that would be $300.” She smiled at their shocked faces.

Jason recovered first. “Tell you what doll, if you can get him to race you across the chandeliers, I’ll make it $500 if you win?”

Marinette thought about it for a moment then downed the rest of her drink and extended her hand. “Deal.”

I’m going to swing from the chandelier

From the chandelier

I’m going to live like tomorrow doesn’t exist

Doesn’t exist.

It was easier that Marinette expected. After the three brothers left her at the bar it didn’t take Dick long to join her.

“Are you lost ma’am? Because heaven is a long way from here.”

Marinette turned and looked up into a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a dark blue mask. He was gorgeous, with a carefree smile on his face. “Does that ever work monsieur?” She asked trying not to laugh.

“I don’t know yet, but do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” His smile grew impossibly big, and he reminded her of an over excited golden retriever except with dark hair.

“If you stop with the cheese pick-up lines you can join me.” Marinette said giving him a dazzling smile.

She watched as he swallowed and seemed to falter with his comeback. He nodded and sat down next to her and cleared his throat. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.” She looked at the bartender and smiled. “Same as before please.” The bartender studied her for a moment then poured her drinks.

“I’ll have what the ladies having, thanks.” Dick said without looking away from her eyes.

“I’m Richard but everyone calls me Dick.” He held his hand out to her.

Smiling she took his hand and giggled when he kissed it instead of shaking it. “I’m Marinette.”

“Beautiful just like its owner.” He said still holding her hand.

“How did you get Dick from Richard?” Marinette asked trying not to focus on the warmth from his hand.

“It’s kind of a long story but my mother use to call me that so after she died, I couldn’t bring myself to change it.” He looked away for the fist time since sitting next to her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I…”

“It’s ok. It was a long time ago.” He finally noticed the line of drinks in front of them. He looked back up at her and raised an eyebrow.

An hour passed with more tequila than planned. By the end of the hour Marinette was licking salt from his hand and vice versa. It wasn’t till she caught Jason looking at her from across the bar that she remembered her task.

Marinette was thankful it wasn’t as crowded as before but either way she wasn’t one to back down. “So, I heard from a little birdy that you have a thing for chandeliers?” Marinette playfully asked running her finger down his defined jaw.

He looked down at her lust clearly visible in his eyes. “Wha, who told you that?”

“I have a proposition for you.” She grabbed his tie and pulled him down till he was only an inch from her red lips.

“You could probably ask me anything right about now and I’d agree to it beautiful.” He breathed against her lips using all his will power not to kiss her.

She bit her lip and giggled when he seemed to blue screen at the action. “A race.”

Dick scrunched his eyebrows together and stared at her, confusion clear on his face. “Like a running race?”

“No silly. Up there.” She pointed up to the chandeliers.

“From the chandeliers? You want to race me, up there?” The amusement was clear on his face and mischief danced in his blue eyes.

“Don’t be too sure of yourself hot stuff.” She breathed against his lips then let go of his tie.

“And if I win, what do I get?” He asked tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his finger brush against her cheek.

“My number.” She bopped his nose and straightened up.

“Ok, but first I have to ask have you done anything like this before? Because the one in the middle is really high and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You could say that. I’ve been flying since I was twelve.” She smiled brightly at him and giggled at the way he was staring stary eyed at her.

Dick cleared his throat and shook his head. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t falling for this woman already and if she wasn’t lying about this, he may just have to propose to her. But first he had a race to win.

“You sound too good to be true Mars bar, you’re on.” He shook her hand as he was checking out the first chandelier. It was lower than the rest and they seemed to get higher as they got closer to the middle one. He should be able to reach the first one from a chair, but he wasn’t sure how Marinette was going to reach.

“How are you going to get up to the first one?” He asked.

“Oh I have my ways, you just worry about yourself.” She gave him a wicked grin then kissed him on the cheek. “You’ll know when to start.”

I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night

Feel my tears as they dry.

But I’m holding on for dear life

Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes

Marinette walked over to Jason. “Care to give me a hand.” She asked as she slipped her hand into his and pulled him behind her.

“Baby you can have whatever body part you want.” He said following her blindly.

She snickered as she approached the corner. Once under the chandelier she looked down at her full skirt. Her dress was made up out of two parts and she couldn’t have planned her outfit better if she tried. The top was a bodysuit that sat low on her back. The skirt sat perfectly against the bodysuit and gave the impression that it was all one piece.

Marinette reached down and undid her heals. She stepped out of them and turned to Jason who was now a whole head and a half taller than her. “We need something so Dick knows when to start.”

“On it.” Jason grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sent a message to someone. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

She turned back around. “Can you unzip me?”

“I’m completely down for PDA sweetheart, but shouldn’t we take this somewhere a little more private.”

“It’s a skirt Jason. I can’t win in this.” She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled at his flustered face. Why did they have to be brothers, she would happily take them both home.

“Yeah, no I knew that. I was just messin with you.” He rubbed the back of his neck before reaching for her zipper. He ran his finger down her spine and snickered when she shivered.

Marinette stepped out of her velvet skirt that pooled at her feet. She turned back around to Jason and caught him checking out what her full skirt was hiding. “Eyes up here buddy.”

“Sorry, can’t blame a guy though. Nice ass...”

“Hey.” Marinette hit his shoulder with her clutch.

“I was giving you a complement and if you’d let me finish, I would have said assets.” He winked at her.

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to put me off my game or you’re just really bad at flirting.”

“Hey! Now who’s being rude.”

Marinette ignored his pout, as cute as it was, she had bet to win. “Tell your person one minute.”

Jason nodded and sent the message. “I’m guessing you need me to get you up there?” He said pointing at the chandelier over their heads.

“Not just a pretty face then.” She smiled at him as she stepped onto his linked hands.

The music stopped for a moment and then the song ‘The Greatest Show’ started to play louder than the music before.

Marinette looked at Jason and nodded. The grin he gave her was nothing but wicked as he sent her flying up into the air.

Hugh Jackman could be heard singing ‘Ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for’ as she grabbed onto the first chandelier. Trust these brothers to be over the top in their music taste as well.

Marinette heard the crowd below ‘aww’ as she swung on the chandelier. To them they probably just thought this was all part of the entertainment.

As soon as her hands closed over what should have been metal, she knew she was in trouble. The chandeliers were made from bloody chocolate. She’d just got up enough momentum to swing to the next one as she felt it start to crumble.

It was too late to back out now. All she could do was move as fast as she could till she got to the actual chandelier in the middle. She had no idea how Dick was going or if he’d fallen yet.

Her hands were slippery from the damn edible lighting and maybe all those shots weren’t the best idea. It was the last one before she could rest and wipe her hands for a second on the real chandelier.

She let go but she hadn’t gotten up enough momentum. Her hands weren’t high enough to grab the chandelier and all she could think was ‘this is going to suck’. Closing her eyes and accepting her fate she felt hands grab her wrists before she fell any further.

Keep my glass full until morning light

‘Cause I’m just holding on for tonight

Help me, I’m holding on for dear life

Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes

“I didn’t know angels flew this low.”

Marinette looked up at a smiling Dick who was hanging upside down from the chandelier. His eyes were sparkling, and, in that moment, she decided she needed to know this man. Cheesy pick-up lines and all. “What can I say. Maybe I’m falling for you.” She breathed out smiling up at him.”

“Was that, was that a pickup line? Be still my beating heart.”

“Ok Romeo, don’t leave me hanging.”

“Oh and she’s punny too.”

“No, no I didn’t mean too. Argh can we get this over with before security is called.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Really? We’re hanging from a chandelier in Bruce Wayne’s Mansion what gives you that idea.”

“Manor.”

“What?”

“It’s a Manor and well, he’s kinda my dad.”

“What the hell Dick? And what does kinda mean?”

“How bout we finish what we started and then I can explain over drinks?”

“Sure, splendid, super.” Marinette made the mistake of looking down and was sure she could pick out Bruce Wayne. He’d be the one shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose, his mask long forgotten on a table nearby.

“I have an idea.” Dick smiled down at her.

“I don’t know you well enough to know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Do you think you can stand up here if I swing you up?” He was still smiling like a kid on Christmas morning and God was he beautiful.

Marinette looked from Dick to the chandelier and did a quick calculation in her head. “Sure.”

This wasn’t even the most ridiculous thing she’d ever done but all those other times she’d been Ladybug and had the excuse of fighting an akuma.

Dick started to swing the chandelier and Marinette quickly caught on that she could help if she swung her body in the opposite direction.

“Ok on the count of three I’m going to let you go. Ready?” Dick asked looking slightly hesitant.

“I was born ready.” She gave him a playful wink.

Dick counted and when he reached three, he let go like he said he would. Marinette flew into the air then felt the free fall that she hadn’t realized she missed before the chandelier swung back. She landed gracefully on the metal structure and quickly grabbed hold as it swung back in the opposite direction. Within moments Dick was standing next to her smiling widely.

“Damn if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.” He breathed into her ear.

“You’re lucky I’m not lactose intolerant because you’re as cheesy as they come monsieur.” She pushed his face away giggling.

“I’ll take that as you think I’m a snack.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“That may be so, but you can add loser to that list in a minute.” She surprised him by kissing him on the lips then took a few carefully placed steps and jumped off.

The descend was easier and Marinette had worked out the strongest points to grab before the chocolate chandeliers gave way. Within minutes she let go of the last chandelier and landed in Jason’s waiting arms.

“Now that was impressive sweetheart.” Jason said as he hesitantly let her go and helped her into her skirt. His fingers linger on the small of her back as he did her zipper up and she tried to ignore how good it felt.

“I’d say thank you but I’m curious to know if you all knew those chandeliers were made of chocolate?” Marinette questioned as she turned around and looked accusingly at him.

“What do you mean chocolate?” Jason asked looking confused.

Marinette pointed to the broken chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and held up her chocolate covered hands. Before Jason could answer Dick ran up to them smiling.

“You, you cheated.” There was no heat behind his words as he grabbed her hand. “If you weren’t so darn cute, I’d be annoyed.”

“Wait you cheated?” Jason asked.

“No, technically you let yourself get distracted. There’s a difference.” She shrugged.

“Thanks for that Dickhead you cost me $500.” Jason grumbled pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

“Wait, what does he mean.” Dick asked as Jason handed Marinette her clutch and a pile of notes that she promptly stuffed into said clutch.

“No time to talk circus freaks.” Steph followed by Chloe rushed up to them. “Bruce is coming this way. Time to get outta here.”

Jason looked at Marinette longingly, passed her shoes to her and gave her a two fringed salute before vanishing into the crowd. Steph groaned at her hopeless pseudo brothers before grabbing Marinette’s hand and dragging her and Dick to the nearest exit.

Once they were all piled into her car and leaving the gates Steph turned to Marinette and Dick who were giggling in the back seat.

“What the hell was that shit show and who the hell said you could corrupt my best friend Grayson?”

Dick looked between the two girls. “Hang on a minute, I had no idea Marinette was your friend and it was her idea.”

“Actually, it was your brother’s idea and don’t act like you didn’t jump at the chance circus boy.” Marinette playfully pushed his shoulder. “How do you guys know each other?”

“Of course it was them. I bet that little shit Tim was behind the chocolate chandeliers as pay back for the last gala.” He grumbled.

“Last gala? You guys make a habit of chaos?” Marinette asked as a thought crossed her mind. Did chaos intentionally hunt her out or was it her that was drawn to it?

“How bouts I buy you a drink and I can explain everything, if you’re up for it?” He asked taking off his mask.

Marinette smiled at him and nodded taking off her own mask. She thought he was hot with the mask on but without it he was truly beautiful. “Hey Bee, since you love me so much do you think you could drop us off at that cute little bar on 5Th Pleasssssse?”

Both Steph and Chloe groaned but agreed as the two chandelier swinging idiots shamelessly flirted in the back of the car.

Two hours later after way too many dinks and flirting that turned into a shameless exhibition of PDA the two stumbled into Dick’s apartment. Marinette looked around the apartment momentarily before turning back to Dick. He shut the door and threw his keys onto the hallway table then walked over to her and gently grabbed her hips, wasting no time to pull her back into his arms.

Marinette looked up into his lust filled eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet her already swollen lips. The kiss was messy and needy as she pressed her body against his.

Dick pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “We don’t have to take this any further if you don’t want to.” He breathed against her lips.

“I know what I want, Dick.” Marinette ran her hands up his chest and under his suit jacket, taking it of in one swift movement. “But that goes both ways. What do you want?” She whispered in his ear then playfully bit his earlobe, snickering when he moaned.

“Have I told you how amazing your dress looks tonight? The only thing that would look better on you, is me.” He winked at her as she groaned and smacked his chest.

“Killing the mood Chandelier boy.”

His lip quirked up in a lopsided grin as he grabbed her and assaulted her neck with kisses, running his hand up the split in her dress earning him a soft moan from her parted lips.

“How bout now beautiful?” He asked against her lips.

“Stop talking, more kissing.” She ordered as she make quick work to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt.

He laughed as he captured her lips again. His hands found the zipper on her skirt and quickly tugged it down letting the soft fabric fall to the floor as he lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the table. He swiped the contents on the ground then gently dropped her onto the smooth wooden surface.

“As you wish.” He breathed against the inside of her thigh.

Marinette lay back on the table as Dick found the clasp for her bodysuit. She quickly realised that swinging from chandeliers wasn’t going to be the only reason she remembered this night.

Sun is up, I’m a mess

Gotta get out now, gotta run from this

Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

Marinette’s eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the soft light coming in from somewhere in the unfamiliar room. An arm was wrapped around her, and she could feel a warm body behind her.

Memories of the night before flooded back to her. The gala and the stupid chandeliers. The car trip back into Gotham and seeing Dick’s face without the mask. The embarrassing shovel talk Chloe and Steph tried to give Dick before they got out of the car. The bar seated in a secluded corner. Learning things about each other before the sexual tension came to a head and the two could hardly pull away from each other to make it back to Dick’s apartment.

The apartment that she’d barely seen too busy losing herself time and time again to Dick. She knew there was a table somewhere and a couch that was soft. A plush rug that was to blame for the carpet burn on various parts of her body and who could forget the oversized shower with its waterfall shower head. And last but not least the king-sized bed.

The very bed that she was naked in, wrapped up in Dick’s arms. Who turned out to be her best friends kind of brother. Shit, had she taken things too far this time? The drinking, stupid risk taking, flirting with strangers all just to feel alive again.

Dick was boyfriend material. Someone she could see herself settling down with and she’d stuffed it up by giving into her desirers and having a one-night stand. What was Steph going to think of her? What about Dick?

Marinette could feel the panic start to creep over her skin like a hot flush, her chest tightened, and her stomach started to twist. She needed to get out of there fast before Mr sleeping beauty woke up.

She tried to escape his hold but the more she wiggled the tighter his hold got. In the end she only made it worse and now she was facing him. He looked so peaceful. She really could get use to this.

“S’wasn’t just a dream, you’re still here.” He mumbled into her hair.

“I should really go.” Marinette said pulling away from him.

That seemed to fully wake Dick up. He rubbed his eyes then reached for her wrist before she could get out of the bed. “Did I do something last night that made you uncomfortable?”

She flinched when she saw the hurt in his blue eyes. “No, no I just. I shouldn’t have stayed.” She slumped back against the bedhead holding the sheet over her chest. “You’re amazing. Last night was amazing.”

Dick rested his head on his arm so he could look into her deep blue eyes. “There’s a but right? Look I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.” He ran his hand through his hair, and she couldn’t help but watch the way his muscles flexed. “Maybe I did when I was younger. Young dumb and well you know the rest. I really like you Marinette. I know we kinda rushed things and maybe if I’d been more in control last night, I would have asked you on a date and taken things slowly. You came out of nowhere and literally swung into my life on a chandelier of all things.”

He smiled up at her and she felt her panic slip away. There was something calming about him. He reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite place it. “I think you need to have a talk to your fathers’ decorator. Who the hell uses chocolate chandeliers?”

He burst out laughing. “Maybe I should just keep my feet on the ground for once.” He pulled her back down and wrapped his arms around her again. “Is this, ok?”

“Yeah, I think I could get use to this.” She breathed against his lips before catching them with hers.

Dick broke away slightly breathless. “You know I always thought happiness started with a h, but turns out mine starts with u.”

Marinette groaned and playfully bopped his nose. “What am I getting myself in too?” She grumbled as Dick laughed against her lips before kissing her again.

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Maribat Rare Pairs — Day 7 — Soulmate AU

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Okay people, have this little fluffy Roynette piece to make up for yesterday's angst.

Sorry, tho, but it's a short one. Spook-tober sucked up all of my creativity for today.

Also, you wouldn’t believe how hard coming up with the right sentence for Marinette’s words was. And then I had to come up with a response! I swear I’m never taking soulmate fic for granted, how do people even get soulmark that creative?!

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Marinette had spent all of her adulthood wondering what kind of situation would bring her soulmate to say her words.

They were not mean, or weird. Well, alright, they were maybe a bit weird, now that she was an adult. But what really got her wondering was the fact that they made no sense.

“What the hell? When did B adopt another one?” was etched on her left upper arm.

Marinette was someone that would easily think of the worst case scenario, and make it even worse. So, of course, when she first understood her words, she thought her parents were going to throw her out of their house because she wasn’t good enough.

It took a while for her parents to convince her that they would never do something like that, but they did it.

So, then, Marinette thought that they would probably not have a choice in the matter. If they died, she would be sent away and adopted. She didn’t want her parents to die!

She never told her parents about her theory, too afraid to declenche some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, like in the movies.

Middle school had been The Worst. And that certainly didn’t help when Hawkmoth, in his infinite generosity, decided to add his own category in Marinette’s ‘how my parents could DIE’ list.

But then they defeated Hawkmoth, and graduated, and turned eighteen. And her parents were alive.

Marinette had never felt so lost in her life.

She was eighteen, even if something happened to her parents, she wouldn’t be adopted. So what? Did she misinterpreted her words? How could that even be misinterpreted?

Her words made no sense.

She spent a lot of her time thinking about it but, ultimately, she never even came close to the way her first meeting with her soulmate would go.

The day started normally, she was in Gotham for a couple of days, brought here by her commision for the Waynes. It was the final fitting, so it was more informal than their previous interaction. It helped that all of the kids had somehow become sorta-friends with her.

Even the little gremlins that were the youngest, though he didn’t admit it. She knew her brownies would win him over.

It all happened toward the end of the fitting. She was standing in the middle of the living room, back to the door, looking over her notes and waiting for Cassandra, who was changing from her dress in the other room.

She heard the door open behind her, but didn’t really pay attention until she heard a voice that wasn’t Cassandra’s.

“Hey, Jay, I need your help with—” She turned around, surprised because she had never seen the man all the time she had been here the last few months. The man, a tall and good looking redhead, paused when he saw her. Only to re-open her mouth and completely rock her entire world. “What the hell? When did B adopt another one?”

The Waynes all, except for Damian who only rolled his eyes, burst in various levels of laughter. Completely oblivious to the internal crisis that Marinette was undergoing. Because what. She had spent so much of her teenage angst agonizing over her parents “unavoidable” death, imagining the worst way she would be adopted (sometimes through kidnapping) only for that to happen?!

All that time, it was just because her soulmates would mistake her for one of Bruce Wayne’s kids. Why?!

“Don’t be stupid, she is—” Jason started, only to be interrupted by Marinette scream of frustation. Everyone in the room, even Cassadra who just entered, were looking at her like she was crazy now.

But, oh boy, how she didn’t care.

“Holy shit!” She screeched, pointing her finger rudely at him. “I spent all of my teenage years thinking my parents were going to die because of you!”

The man’s eyes widened with surprise, before his lips stretched in a big grin.

“I always wondered what I would say to bring out this reaction,” he told her, still grinning like a fool before taking a couple steps toward her. “But, yeah, that’s fair. Sorry ‘bout that. I’m Roy.”

And, really, Marinette wanted to stay mad at him a little longer. There had been so much angst in her teenage years, so much catastrophizing. But he was looking at her like she was the best thing happening to him ever, and his grin was so bright and pretty. She really couldn’t bring herself to.

“Marinette,” she told him, grabbing the hand he was giving her to shake with a smile. They both ignored the gaggle of Wayne kids asking for explanations in the background, only looking at each other.

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Chapter 20

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“I thought vampire eyes glowed, not werewolves,” Marinette commented, looking to the side thoughtfully.  “If the source is in fact correct and they did see glowing coming from under his mask and it wasn’t just some electronic stuff going on.”

Bernard stared at her, his chewing temporarily paused as he processed her words. “He’s a werewolf/vampire hybrid,” he offered instead, his eyes widening in excitement.  

Marinette nodded.  “Right. Right.”  She took another bite of her food.  “That makes more sense.”

Bernard held his hands out like he was showing off a revelation.  “Yeah, that explains why the bats accepted him but he can only patrol during the day.  They accept him because he is part vampire but he can patrol during the day because sunlight doesn’t affect him like it affects them.”

“And as far as we know, we’ve never seen Signal during a full moon, right? He helps out at night sometimes, but never during a full moon?” she pointed out.  She looked over to Tim who was watching them with an increasingly horrified look.  She smiled and winked at him.  Tim chuckled silently and shook his head.

Bernard was bouncing in his spot on the couch.  “Oh my God!  I think you’re right.  I need to research that.”

“But,” Marinette quirked her head to the side in thought, “you’ve seen the bats during the day, haven’t you?”

Bernard held a finger up, a bright smile on his face like he caught her in his trap.  “Did you know the CIA uses these masks that are so thin you can’t tell they’re wearing anything?  They’re so lifelike, they fool their target when they’re in a close conversation.”

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Maribat Rare Pairs — Day 2 — Don’t leave

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Alright guys, I literally just thought that one up but I like it. It was harder to write tho, because my brain kept going back to the angst route but I really didn’t want to write angst (mainly because I'm’ not sure I will be good at it).

I don’t know why I keep writing meet-cute for the Rare Pairs, but here I am. With another meet-cute. I wanted to write with someone else than Marinette this time, but she wasn’t having it so we have two rare pairs for this one.

I kind of don’t want to spoil the pairs so uh, if you really wanna know, look at the tags?

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“Don’t leave,” Adrien said desperately, looking at her pleadingly. “Don’t leave me alone, please.”

“I need to go, Adrien,” she told him softly, trying to get him to understand. “You know why.”

“But I need you, I can’t do it alone!”

“It’s better like that,” she said firmly, trying to get his hand off of her arm. “For the both of us.”

“No, you don’t understand, Marinette. You need to stay with me, you can’t leave me.”

“Adrien,” she sighed, only to be interrupted by a voice from behind them.

“Hey, man, I think the lady made it clear that she doesn't want to stay. So, why don’t you let her go,” a man around their age said, making both of them turn toward him with surprise.

Adrien blinked, looking between his hand around Marinette’s arm and the man that just interrupted them. He blinked again, once, before his eyes widened and he let go of her like she burned.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! See!” He whispered loudly to Marinette. “This! This is why I need you there! I’m going to do something stupid and ridiculise myself! Oh my god! This is horrible, Marinette! How can I do that without you? I can’t, that’s how!”

“Alright, chaton, why don’t you calm down for a minute? Panicked spiraling is my thing, don’t you go steal it,” she told Adrien, patting his shoulder comfortingly, before turning toward the man. “I’m sorry, Monsieur, thank you for the assistance but there had been a little misunderstanding.”

“Little,” Adrien hissed. “I sounded like an abusive boyfriend just now, Marinette!”

“Uh,” the stranger started, looking between them with confusion. “You guys aren’t breaking up?”

“Oh my god, non! This guy is like my dumbass little brother,” she said with a smile that Adrien recognized as Marinette’s ‘this person is very attractive, how do I think again?’ smile.

“I’m older than you,” he told her, but was swiftly ignored by Marinette and the stranger. “And I’m not a dumbass.”

“He doesn't want me to leave him because he is a coward who can’t bring himself to talk to his crush,” Marinette said, elbowing Adrien pointedly.

“Ahem, hello pot, meet kettle,” Adrien sniped at her. “Remind me how long it took you to tell me about your crush on me?”

“Don’t you bring that up,” Marinette said, pointing a finger in his face. “It was in middle school. And you were a really, really oblivious sunshine child, Adrien.”

“Anyway,” Adrien said, rolling his eyes, before turning back toward the stranger and extending his hand. “I’m Adrien, by the way, and this is Marinette.”

“I’m Duke,” he said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “Sorry for the… You know?” He added with a vague movement of the hand.

“Nah, that’s cool man. It’s great to know there are people that would have helped, if I was an abusive boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” Duke said with a chuckle, looking back toward Marinette and rubbing the back of his neck. “So… I, uh, I have a table with my brother over there, if you wanna join until you get the courage to approach your crush?”

“Oh my god,” Adrien whimpered when he looked where Duke was pointing with his thumb. It made Marinette, who was still kinda lost in Duke’s eyes, look over.

“Oh my god!” She squealed, putting both hands on her mouth. “That’s fucking fate, Adrien! You have to talk to him today!”

“Wait, hold on,” Duke said, a disbelieving look on his face, looking between them and his brother’s table. The table where Adrien's three months long coffee shop’s crush was sitting. “Your crush, it’s my brother?”

“Yes,” Marinette exclaimed excitedly, silently clapping her hands together, her usual nervousness with people she found attractive forgotten just to make Adrien’s life more difficult. “He spent the last three months coming here every day, just for a chance to stare at him and try to talk to him. Without success, obviously, that’s why I came with him today.”

“Marinette,” Adrien whispered to her pointedly. “Let’s not say that to his brother.”

“Hey, that’s cool,” Duke laughed, putting his hands in his jean’s pockets. “Well, since I was so rude and interrupted Marinette’s pep talk session, why don’t I make up for it by introducing you?”

“Yes, please,” Marinette said quickly, grabbing Adrien’s arm before he could evade her.

“No, no, no,” Adrien muttered under his breath with panic, but was ignored by the both of them and dragged against his will toward the table.

“Hey, Tim! Let me introduce you to a couple of friends,” Duke said with a smile when they got to the table, making his crush, Tim, look up at them.

“Hey, hi,” he said, with a cute little confused smile. “I’m Tim.”

Oh boy, Adrien was fucked.

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Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

[mochegato]

The story of how mari instantly became Jason's favorite sibling

[cambisba]

Marinette: looking mighty fine today Brucie.

Bruce: *irritated* ...Marinette.. good.. to see.. you.. here.

Marinette: *widely grins* that physically pained you, huh?

Bruce: *scowls*

Marinette: *gleefully* am i getting under your skin? By just attending the gala? *laughs* you invited me to this thing, you could have uninvited me if me being here bothers you.

Bruce: that would have been highly unprofessional and rude.

Marinette: *amused* did Alfred make you write that sentence on a piece of paper 100 times?

Bruce: no.

Marinette: mhmm~

[legends-live-in-memories]

Growing Pains

ayo! do you remember? the 21st night of september? originally was gonna write tom and bruce having a petty rivalry for this prompt but the story changed so much from my original plans that i had to chuck that out the window with adriens memories

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“How’re you holding up?”

“Huh?”

“It’s Father’s Day today.” Marinette could only groan at his words, rolling over to smother herself in her pillows.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

BD!Bruce Wayne Day 21- Father’s Day

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[lily-drake]

Jason and Marinette are siblings but nobody knows that. So everyone thinks their dating, but they're just really close sibling that have separation issues. Caz of something in their childhood. They only find out that they are siblings when someone asked when they started dating or something like that.

You think what?!

This was honestly really fun to write! When I first saw it I couldn’t stop laughing. Thank you!

Jason ran through the streets of Gotham searching for his sister.  He saw her get nabbed from the warehouse they were staying in and shoved into a truck.  He couldn’t let himself cry yet because he needed to get to her.  The truck turned a corner and sped off faster than Jason’s legs could carry him, but he ran and ran and ran until he slipped on a puddle and fell face first catching himself with his hands.  When he looked up the truck was gone and hatred, misery, and regret.  He should have protected her better, he should have fought harder!  He didn’t know how long he stayed kneeling in the dirty disgusting puddle of water but eventually he got up.  Maybe he could pull some favors, see if anyone saw the truck or where it went.  He started by going to one of the abandoned apartments that most of the street kids used when it was night or winter.  His legs felt like jelly and he nearly collapsed from exhaustion, but he kept going, climbing up the fire escape till he made it to the room they used.

When he got there everyone was gone and the pit in his stomach grew deeper and tears finally started to fall.  He just wanted his baby sister back, his little pixie.  Why did the world hate him so much?!

The sound of someone climbing the fire escape echoed through the silent apartment and Jason stiffened up.  Who was it, was he followed, were they going to take him next?  He looked around the empty and destroyed room and found nothing that he could use for defense.  He swallowed and squared up in a fighting pose and waited…then a head popped through the window.  He froze as he saw their eyes, their sweet amazing, angelic, bluebell eyes.  He nearly sobbed when she whispered,

“Jay-Jay, you here?”

He ran as fast as he could and pulled her through the window hugging her tightly to his chest.

“Never, and I mean never scare me like that ever again!  Ya hear me Pixie.”

Marinette hugged him back just as tight and nodded against his chest.  After a few minutes of silence Jason asked,

“How’d ya get away?”

At that Marinette brightened up and pushed out of his arms taking his hand into her smaller one and pulling him towards the window.

“Come on Jay-Jay, let me show you!  Let me show you!”

“What do you mean?”

He said standing firmly in place letting her simply tug his hand forward.

“It’s Batman, Jay!  Batman saved me, he said he wanted to meet you!”

Jason gulped and squeezed her hand tight and followed her outside and up towards the roof of the building.  When he looked around he didn’t see anyone and wondered if he had left, that was until he heard the flutter of a cape and saw a figure practically melt out of the shadows.  He stared up at the dark figure and felt himself shake in fear, but he had saved his sister and brought her back, so maybe he wouldn’t do anything to them.

“Mister Batman, this is my older brother Jay-Jay!”

Marinette with so much pride that it made his heart melt.  He brought her closer to him and held her in place by her shoulders, but she was very fidgety and kept moving around.

“Who takes care of you kids?”

Batman said in a voice surprisingly soft.  He had always imagined that it would be deeper and darker.

“We take care of ourselves.  We don’t need the adults.”

Jason snarled out with disdain and disgust.  He had seen what had happened to many of the girls, how they stood on the side of the street because no one else would give them a job.  Adults took advantage of the terrible situation the street kids were put in, he refused to let anyone “help” them, especially his baby sister.  He made sure that his arms were now wrapped around Marinette instead of just atop her shoulders.  He gave his best glare up at the dark figure.  Batman nodded contemplatively and after a few moments of silence asked,

“Would you like to come with me?”

No, Batman wasn’t like the others.  He beat the people like that.  He wouldn’t hurt them like that, would he?  Marinette was practically vibrating in his grip at the offer, he quickly covered her mouth before she said something they both might come to regret.  She was too eager and trusting for her own good.

“Why would we do that?”

Jason asked skeptically and took a step back creating a distance in case they would need to run and escape.  He wasn’t going to lose Marinette ever again.

“I just want to help.”

Jason was going to be sick.

“We don’t want your “help”.”

Jason spat back at him looking down at the railing below them and wondering he could make it before Batman could catch them.  Batman was supposed to be the protector of Gotham, he didn’t think he’d have to defend himself and his sister against the bat himself.  He had thought that he was good.  What they said was right, never meet your heroes, they’ll just disappoint you.  He could feel Marinette holding his arms against her as well, she had stopped moving at his offer.  She hadn’t been thinking clearly, but she knew that when adults offered help it only meant somebody got hurt.

Batman seemed to watch them for a bit in confusion until the white eyes of his mask widened in shock and horror.

“I’d never hurt you.  I would never mean it like that.”

He said in the same gentle tone as before.  Jason didn’t trust it, he couldn’t afford to.

“I just want to give you some food.  You owe me absolutely nothing after.  I promise.”

Marinette watched Batman and looked for any bodily tells that he was lying.  But the more she stared she could only see sincerity.  Marinette tapped against Jason’s arm in a code only the two of them knew telling him that it was safe.  He glanced down at her for a second before looking back at the Bat.

“Fine, but somewhere public.”

“Of course.”

He quickly agreed and before he could offer assurance in helping them down the building they were already Marinette had escaped Jason’s grasp and was running down the escape.  Jason cursed some colorful words under his breath and chased after her.

_______

Robin and Cardinal stood with Batman proudly as he addressed the Justice League.  They were debriefing their missions and talking about who would go in the next ones.  Jason took his sister’s hand in his and he could feel her relax slightly.  Ever since Batman had given them food he often came to check on them slowly earning their trust until they agreed to come to the Batcave with him.  They had trained hard, especially Marinette, and she was hoping that she would finally be allowed to join the Teen Titans or the Young Justice.

“To conclude this meeting I would like to add Cardinal and Robin to Young Justice.”

Came Batman’s dark gravelly voice.

“All in favor, say aye.”

The vote was enormous and Marinette couldn’t help it.  She jumped up and down and ran into her brother hugging him tightly.

“We did it!”

She squealed.  Robin smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.  Yea, they had made it.  He thought happily returning her hug.

The League watched amusedly looking at the young kids and thinking of the relationship they were in.  Maybe one day when they were older they’d start dating.

_______

When Jason died, so did Cardinal.  She didn’t die like Jason did, no.  Instead her light and soul vanished.  She couldn’t stay in the city that she grew up in anymore, she couldn’t visit any of the hero teams having too many memories with them and Jason.  They were inseparable after that one night so many years ago, and now she was by herself and was so utterly alone.

She begged Bruce to let her leave, to travel somewhere else because she couldn’t bear living in the city without her brother any longer.  And he let her, 12-year-old Marinette, live with some of Bruce’s close friends in Paris until she felt like she would be okay to return.

The League and many of the sidekicks let her be thinking that the loss of her lover was too much for her to bear.  Many tried to reach out to her, but she ignored them in her grief.  Many of them knew from an experience what it was like to lose a lover, they had seen the two hold hands, the gentle forehead and cheeks kisses they gave each other, and the long embraces after solo missions.  Little did they know, was that it was not the kind of love they thought it was.

_______

When she saw her brother sitting on Tom and Sabine’s couch on her 16th birthday, four years after Jason’s death, she thought it was another nightmare.  She would have turned tail and walked back into her room if he hadn’t turned to face her.  She looked at him and those weren’t his eyes.  His eyes were blue, such a beautiful blue, and those eyes were acidic green.

“Pixie.”

He whispered softly, and she couldn’t move.  This was her brother, at least she thought he was.  This could all be a dream, a trick of her mind like it’s been so many times before.  He stood up and walked towards her.  When had he gotten so tall?  He was always so much smaller in her dreams.  He’s matured so much.  He knelt down on the stair in front of her and cupped her cheeks with both of his hands.  Her breath caught in her chest, it had never felt so real before.

“Hey, I need you to actually breathe Mare.  Come on, breathe in 2, 3, out 2, 3.  That’s good.  You’re doing such a good job Nette.  That’s right, just like before, how are you feeling?”

How was she supposed to feel, what was she supposed to do, how could this happen?!

“Jay-Jay?”

She gasped out , and oh, that was his crooked smile.  It was him, it had to be him.  If this was the work of an Akuma then this was the worst and sickest one she’s ever come across.  She jumped into his arms and he had to grab onto the stair rail to keep from falling down.

“Wow Pix, careful.”

He said hugging with all of his strength as soon as he was able to stabilize himself.

“Need you to jump when I say, ‘kay?”

“Mmhmm.”

She hummed as she nodded against his chest.

“1, 2 , 3, jump.”

She jumped up and he grabbed her legs wrapping them around his waist and carried her down the stairs towards the couch.

“Y-you died!”

She cried out squeezing his shirt tighter into her fists and wept as he rubbed soothing circles onto her back.

“H-how?”

“It’s a long story baby sis, I promise to tell you later.”

Marinette nodded against his chest and sat there crying against her older brother who was back.  He was back, and she was never letting him out of her sight ever again.

_______

Marinette visited Mt. Justice hand in hand with Jason with a skip in her step.

“Watch it Pix, you're gonna blind everyone.”

“Shut up Jay-Jay, I’m in a good mood.”

He rolled his eyes and released her hand wrapping it around her shoulders causally.  Marinette happily leaned into him as she walked around and talked to everybody.  Everybody was so happy to talk to Marinette again and it looked like Marinette and Jason had finally got together.  Wally came running in and joined Artimis who was casually chilling on the couch.  He grinned at the two with a suggestive look and asked,

“So when did you two finally get together?”

They both froze at the question and turned to face each other with looks of absolute disgust.  Jason gagged while Marinette blushes redder than a tomato and blurted out,

“EW!  Why would you ever think that?!  Just-NO!  Oh my GOSH, EEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

“What the f* Anne with an ‘E’?!  That’s disgusting?!  I didn’t realize you were from Alabama, that’s okay!”

Everyone was confused as they stared at the two people in front of them.

“Wait, what?!  Don’t pull the we’re just friends thing please!  You kiss her like all the time, you guys hug, hold hands, give each other nicknames, and the whole thing.  How are you two not dating?!”

Wally called out, staring incredulously at them.

“We’re f*ing siblings!”

“He’s my brother!”

They both said passionately at the same time.

“Not even my adopted sister either,  she is literally my little biological sister.”

He said emphasizing his words as if they were stupid (Marinette and Jason agreed that they were).  It was completely silent in the cave when Nightwing zetaed in.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

He asked as he walked towards the group.

“Wait, Jason and Marinette are related?!”

Wally yelled, turning to Dick who held a confused look on his face.

“Yea, you didn’t know that?”

“No!  We thought they were dating!”

Dick looked disgusted at that and made a grossed out face.

“They have like major separation issues from their past, not to mention Jason’s death.”

“Seriously,”

Jason began with a bored drawl,

“what did you guys expect?  That two siblings that lived on the street wouldn’t be constantly paranoid when the other was gone, especially in Gotham.  Marinette had been part of one two many kidnapping and trafficking events that I always have to be with and watch her.  Even after moving in with B, I always needed to be by her side or know where she was just to make sure no one took her while we slept again.”

“Again?!”

Someone else in the cave yelled in shock.

“Yep.”

Marinette and Jason said at the same time.  They were separated at the hip, but under no circumstances did that mean anything other than they deeply cared for and loved each other.  And not romantically, at all, they’re brother and sister.  Get that?  All of their interactions are platonic.  Because loving someone is not always romantic.

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Crisis Averted

ayooo day 20! lmao this prompt was pushed to the background oops. dick has an older daughter syndrome crisis in 2k words or less.

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Life had gotten in the way of them getting to know each other but he vowed to correct that, starting today.

It was his duty as the oldest sibling after all.

BD!Bruce Wayne Day 20- Meeting the Justice League

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