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No fucking joke, I was offered 4 days of film-set marshalling and I told him I was unavailable for one of the days but I could cancel. And he told me he’d potentially found someone else.
I reblogged this.
And not 20 mins later, he came back to me and said if I really want it, let him know now. So fuck. Wow.
This fic was inspired by @justcourttee - A Brother’s Love. I loved her fic and I couldn’t stop thinking….what if this happened?
Jason sighed, rereading the text he had gotten again from Gina.
Nona: Jay, I am unable to get to Paris in the time I wished. My son and his wife are having problems with my Little Fairy. They claim her to be a bully and a brute, but I know this is not my Little Fairy. I am her guardian now and my plan was to bring her with me. Go in my stead and take her to Gotham. She told me she has a date with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. Break the news to her gently.
Gina had traveled with him for awhile and was always there for him when he got in a fight with Bruce. They could disappear on the road and travel, forget their worries. Gina had told him about her granddaughter, her ‘Little Fairy’, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an inspiring fashion designer, who was also her class’ president. She had designed for Jagged Stone and won a contest from Gabriel Agreste. She even had the opportunity to be mentored by Style Queen, herself, in New York, and turned it down. Gina had told him so many things about Marinette, he felt as if she was his little sister. When Gina told him that Pixie was getting bullied again and no one would help or see her side of things, he had gotten upset. Even her boyfriend had told her to make peace with the bully and to let it go. She had never asked him for a favor before and he didn’t want to let her down.
Jason had taken the first flight to Paris to bring his little sister home to Gotham. He watched as she left the bakery and pressed the button to head to the park when her phone rang.
“Adrien? Yeah, I’m just heading-Oh. Ye-Yeah, I can meet you there instead. Sure. Bye.” Marinette spoke and quickly took off in another direction.
im not sure if youre taking asks but here goes: platonic jasonette, bc there isnt enough sibling jasonette in the world
We stan sibling Jasonette. It is literally my life as much as Daminette. Hope you like it! @sixtyeightdays
A Brother’s Love
If a year ago you had told Jason Todd that he would be smushed flat against the wall of a small coffee shop in Paris, France spying on his favorite designer’s first date, he would’ve laughed in your face. After all, nobody knew MDC’s secret identity and even if his jerk siblings found out, they wouldn't tell him anyway, just to torture him.
Yet somehow, he found himself in this exact situation, his anger rising with each passing minute that her date was late. He watched as Marinette picked up her phone for the hundredth time to check the time, check her messages, and sigh as she placed it face down once more, defeated. Part of him wanted to storm over to her table, scoop her up in the tightest hug and take her out for two scoops of ice cream from the best creamery in Paris.
But alas, if he even moved an inch, she would spot him and he’d never hear the end of him being an overprotective ass. The sound of her phone ringing caught his attention as he watched her fumble to try and answer.
“Hi! Yes, I’m at the coffee shop. - Have I been waiting long? No, no, not at all.”
Jason rolled his eyes. She was too kind for her own good. It was how she got into the Lila debacle. It was how she let her classmates walk all over her for too many years. It was why she was letting this Adrien kid treat her as a second rate now.
“The Louvre? I mean I guess I can close out here and meet you there.” There was a pause as her head dropped in disappointment.
Jason felt his blood boiling. Not only did this punk leave her waiting here for forty minutes without a signal message or call, but when he does decide to let her know he’s running late, he insists she comes to him? Jason didn’t care how well protected the model was, one way or another he deserved a black eye courtesy of Jason’s right fist.
He waited for Marinette to finish gathering her stuff. She laid a note onto the table, not bothering to ask for change, she never did, and exited the door, her face heavy. Laying a note of his own down, he raced after her, careful to keep a few hundred feet between them.
Jason felt as though he was beginning to break a sweat as he tried to keep up with her pace. As she turned down an alleyway, Jason broke into a sprint, trying not to lose her. As he turned the corner, a hand shot out toward his jacket, slamming him into the wall.
“I thought I told you my first date was off-limits.”
“Hi princess,” his voice was breathless as he tried to keep the pain from seeping in. “Just thought I’d stop in and say hi.”
Marinette narrowed her eyes at him before letting go, allowing him to readjust his jacket.
“Besides, doesn’t seem like much of a date. I haven’t seen the punk once.”
Her eyes seemed to blaze as they cut into his. Jason raised his hands in defense, but he refused to apologize. They seemed to be locked into a staredown, both standing in the alley, arms crossed, neither budging in their positions.
“He’s not a punk Jason, he just was running late on his photoshoot. They just finished up at the Louvre which is where he invited me to. We’re gonna walk the museum and try to find Andrè’s ice cream afterward.”
Her tone was so matter-of-fact, so confident that he wanted to believe her, but her eyes were broken. They seemed so tired as if she almost expected to be stood up at this point.
“Mari, I’ve been here a year now. This is the twelfth first date you and Adrien have attempted. Every month he gets your hopes up and every month something always comes up last minute. How do you know he really is at the Louvre?”
Her arms dropped as her hands curled into fists. Jason knew he hit a sensitive topic, but he couldn’t watch her break her own heart. Not again.
“He’ll be there. Now leave Jason, this doesn’t concern you.”
She turned on her heel, exiting the alleyway without another word.
Jason huffed as he landed on the nearest roof with a view to the courtyard. Following on foot grew too hard as Marinette constantly kept looking back, checking to see if he was still there. Besides, she said it didn’t concern Jason but she said nothing about Red Hood.
He tapped the side of his helmet, enhancing the zoom, silently thanking Barbara a million times over. The courtyard was empty besides Marinette and a blonde boy sitting on a bench, neither looking particularly happy.
“Don’t fail me now helmet.”
Jason hesitantly reached up to tap the newest installment Barbara had insisted on; audio enhancement.
“-it’s just ridiculous Adrien! You can’t sit under her thumb forever!”
The boy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to avoid direct eye contact with Marinette.
“Lila will turn my father on me Marinette, you have to understand. I really do like you and I would love to date you, but it’s a choice between you and freedom.”
For the third time that night, Jason felt his blood pressure rise from this punk kid. Before he realized what he was doing, the rush of air filled his ears as his grapple strained under the weight of him. His landing was rough as he tumbled less than ten feet from the bench, rolling to a stop right in front of the couple.
As he struggled to his feet, his eyes met Marinette’s. They were a mixture of anger and tears, fueling his rage.
“You.” His voice was menacing, all of his anger directed to the blonde sitting in front of him.
“Me?” Adrien seemed to shrink in on himself, his eyes widening as he took in the hero in front of him.
“You are a literal piece of scum. Do you understand what you’re losing here?”
“Hood, don’t-” Marinette tried to reach out, her voice begging, but he simply shrugged her off, grasping Adrien by the neck of his shirt.
“Marinette is an amazing girl. She’s absolutely brilliant, I mean have you seen her grades? They freaking fly off the charts. If you all had a GPA system, she would knock all of you out of the ballpark with no chance of recovery. Marinette is so talented. Her designs have so much potential to run an empire in the future. She already has multiple big-name clients and I know she’ll only expand from there.”
Adrien tried to object, but Jason didn’t give him the chance. His grip tightened as he lifted Adrien from the bench, his tiptoes barely scraping the courtyard stones.
“Marinette is daring, courageous, compassionate, and way too caring for her own good. None of you deserve her. Paris doesn’t deserve her.”
He felt two small hands wrap around his arm, attempting to pull him off of the boy but to no avail.
“Marinette do something! Tell your friend to stand down.”
Adrien struggled under the man’s grasp, his wild eyes begging the girl.
“You little punk, face me yourself. After tonight, you don’t have Marinette to hide behind anymore. If I even see you in a twenty-foot radius of her, you’re dead. Got it, kid?”
He dropped the blonde, watching as he stumbled backward before taking off into a sprint, never looking back.
Jason wanted to chase after him, finish teaching him a lesson, but the sound of soft sniffles from behind him required his immediate attention. His arms automatically pulled her into his chest, the sniffles muffled by his suit.
“Don’t worry Marinette, he’s never gonna hurt you again.”
She didn’t answer him as her sniffles slowly died out, her arms tightening around Jason’s waist.
“C’mon.” He slowly pulled back using his gloved hand to wipe a stray tear from her face. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Jason accepted his cone from André, attempting to hand the man a tip, but he simply blocked Jason, shaking his hand.
“Anything for Marinette. I could feel her broken heart before she even arrived. A girl like her doesn’t deserve to be so broken.”
Jason sighed in agreement as he returned to the bench she sat on, handing her one of the cones.
“Thanks, Jason. I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, I just really wanted to believe that Adrien would come through. That our love could outweigh any obstacle this world throws at us.”
“Princess, did I ever tell you the reason I came to Paris in the first place?”
Marinette shook her head as she took a timid bite from her cone.
“My brother’s had a competition with each other to see who could discover the identity of my favorite designer, MDC. It took a couple months, but low and behold, August 16th comes around and my youngest brother handed me a wrapped folder that contained a plane ticket for Paris and your parent’s address. He said it was my birthday gift and it was scheduled to leave in the morning.”
“You came all the way to Paris, from Gotham City, to meet me?”
Jason nodded, taking a bite from his cone as well, throwing an arm over Marinette's shoulders.
“I was never expecting a small child of only seventeen years to be my all-time favorite person in the world. I mean your leather jackets can hold through a lot of trauma, trust me, Roy and I tried.”
Marinette giggled, her face slowly relaxing into one of peace.
“If Adrien can’t see how amazing you are, amazing enough for some guy to fly half-way across the world to meet you, then I’m sorry but I don’t think he really loves you.”
“Did you mean every word you said to Adrien?”
Jason looked over at the smaller girl, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Every last one.”
Marinette nodded, a small ‘cool’ barely audible escaping from her lips. They sat in silence for a few moments before Marinette spoke again.
“I’m over Adrien Agreste. For good this time.”
“Finally.” Jason pumped his fist in the air earning another giggle from her.
As they finished up their cones, Jason helped her to her feet, a sly smile crossing his face.
“You know, you graduate in a couple months. Maybe you can come back to Gotham with me, meet my other family. I’m sure they’ll love you as much as I do.”
“Maybe I can meet that little brother of yours. After all, anyone who can figure out my well-guarded secret sounds like a very intelligent person.”
Jason laughed, his mind tracing back to the image of Damian with a pot stuck on his head after pissing off Dick’s former teammate Raven.
“I don’t know about intelligence, but I would say he’s extremely devoted to the people he cares for.”
Marinette saw the wheels turning in Jason’s head as she tried to form a no before he could blurt out what she thought he was thinking.
“You two would be so great together! Oh God, I sound like circus boy. Anyways, it’s settled. As your honorary brother and full-time wingman, I am setting you up with Damian Wayne.”
Jason dipped down, snatched her phone off the bench, and took off in a sprint.
“Jason! JasoN I DON’T HAVE INTERNATIONAL DATA!”
The streets filled with the sounds of their laughter as both took off into the night, a bright future lying ahead, neither looking back on the events of the night.
After all, ice cream mends most broken hearts, but nothing fixes you quite like a brother’s love.
I was thinking of reblogging this again just because the original video is still amazing, but then I see the second video and lost my mind. The upgraded fan, the body glitter, the sheer fact that he got to do this with the actual singer.
So I was just thinking about all the Marinette gets left in Gotham fics and it got me wondering as everyone has their own "canon" outfit for the batfam well except Signal he only has the one costume, but maribat fandom what is your batfam outfit roster look like? To clarify what I mean when you read a fic that the batfam shows up in and no description of costume is given what do they wear? i.e. New 52 or animated series.
As soon as Damian saw the crowd at the end of the hallway, he turned around and walked the other way.
There was only one reason so many people would be smiling together in Gotham.
And that reason was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Ever since Marinette had transferred schools it was like the entire school had become infected with her cheerfulness.
It was nauseating.
As Damian took another turn he was forced to come face to face with Jonathan Kent who was, unfortunately, his best friend.
Even more so unfortunate, was the fact that he and Marinette got along like a house on fire.
Jon’s face positively lit up when he spotted Damian.
“Damian!”
Damian promptly turned on his heel, heading for the nearest set of doors leading outside.
“Damian, wait up!”
“No.”
Jon caught up to him anyway, bumping him with his shoulder when he was able to match his walking speed.
“Where you going? Don’t tell me you, the great Damian Wayne, are running away from Marinette again.”
There was obvious amusement in Jon’s voice, amusement Damian elected to ignore.
“Running away and avoiding someone are two very different things. As to where I am going, I was trying to get away from two of the biggest nuisances in my life, seeing as you are still here, I only partially succeeded.”
“Well, at least you got close-”
A loud boom cuts Jon off, causing him to cover his ears and cringe in pain before they both realize what had happened.
There had been an explosion in the school.
From the same direction Damian had last seen Marinette.
Damian turns on his heel, sprinting back the way he came with a hurried ‘Marinette!’ tossed over his shoulder to Jon.
Both boys race back towards Marinette, dodging the students rushing down the hall and ducking around the teachers who tried to herd them outside.
When they turned the corner it was abundantly clear just how strong the blast had been, pieces of rubble littered the floor, one of the walls of lockers had become unbolted and had trapped someone underneath.
Someone with pink ribbons in her hair.
“Marinette! Jon, help me move this!”
While Jon held up the structure Damian reached underneath, pulling Marinette out from under it and holding her against him, one hand against her throat, checking her pulse, and the other on her chest, trying to feel her breaths.
Only after Damian had confirmed that she was alive did he allow himself to relax, however temporary it was.
“She’s okay.”
Damian sighed, leaning back against some rubble and allowing Jon to look Marinette over with his X-ray vision.
Jon breathed a sigh of relief, planting his hands on his knees.
“Yeah, she looks okay, except for her leg, I think it's broken.”
Damian sighed into her hair, passing her off to Jon so he could stand before taking her back in his arms again.
Both boys started walking back down the hall, trying to find their way outside when they saw the flickers of fire getting closer to them.
Damian took deep breaths as he allowed Jon to lead them outside, it was fine, Marinette was fine, she would be fine.
They had barely made it outside when Marinette started to stir, shifting in Damian’s arms before letting out a small whimper.
“It’s alright, Marinette. I- we got you out. You will be fine.”
Damian started brushing his thumb up and down her arm trying to soothe her while studiously ignoring Jon’s pointed looks in his direction.
Marinette, wrapped her arms around his neck, tucking her head under his chin.
“...Safe?”
Her voice was weak and scratchy, as if it hurt to talk.
It bothered him.
“Yes, you’re safe. I promise.”
When they finally made it to the ambulance, Damian had a harder time letting go of her than he would like to admit. Not that anyone but Jon could tell at least.
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Damian hadn’t been able to see her until the next day, and even then she had slept well past noon, only to wake up after Damian had already been there for the better part of 2 hours.
Damian’s family had been relentless in making fun of him for his worry (Constantly pacing the hallway waiting for permission to go see her and jumping every time someone startled him), but Damian knew they were just as concerned for her as he was.
The rest of the family was in the hallway, talking to Marinette’s parents on the phone when she had finally woken up.
“Da…mian?”
Damian’s head snapped up, startled to see her awake already despite how relieved he was that she finally opened her eyes.
“Hey.”
Damian did his best not to cringe at his response.
“Glad to see you awake, Marinette.”
She nodded, trying for a smile before cringing and putting a hand to her throat.
Damian was up in an instant, reaching for the pitcher and cup and pouring her a cup of water. He had to pour her two more cups before she could try to speak.
“...Thank you.”
Damian nodded, taking his seat beside her bed again and sending a quick text to Jon telling him she had woken up.
“The doctor said you had a bunch of plaster stuck to your throat, don’t speak if it hurts. I can get you a notebook or something to communicate with until you feel better?”
Marinette shook her head, staring intently at him before holding out her hand.
Staring at her in confusion Damian passes her whatever is currently in his hand, which ends up being his cellphone.
Marinette groans, setting his phone beside her and holding out her hand again.
Damian grows more confused as he tries to reach for the water pitcher beside him only for her to violently shake her head no.
With a sigh Marinette holds up her other hand, pointing at it before reaching out for him again.
Damian hesitantly puts his hand in hers, still not sure if he understood her right.
Evidently he understood her correctly when she laced their fingers together and cleared her throat.
“...Why- Why did you-?”
“Ah, you remember that? It’s not like I could just leave you there?”
Marinette’s eyes filled with tears.
“I thought you hated me?”
Damina froze, eyes wide as he peered up at her.
“I’ve never hated you, Marinette? Why did you think I did?”
Tears leak from her eyes and Damian’s heart clenches, immediately feeling like shit.
“Y-you always leave when you see me, and you refuse to be near me-”
“-That’s not because of you.” Damian cut her off.
“I always leave because there are always people surrounding you. It had nothing to do with you yourself. You’re too… nice, Marinette. I can’t stand watching all of those people who take advantage of that, so I leave. I don’t hate you.”
Marinette sniffles, squeezing his hand.
“O-oh.”
Marinette lets go, wiping her face and opening her mouth before she gets cut off by the door opening.
“Marinette! You’re alive!”
Jon’s hair is tousled, obviously having just flown to the hospital.
Marinette smiles at him and Damian decides to take the chance to grab something to eat and call the nurse over.
Marinette smiles at him as he leaves, a smile that Damian returns before walking out of the room.
Damian walks around for a bit before grabbing a bag of chips from the vending machine and a bottle of water and heading back.
Damian is almost back to the room by the time he finishes the chips, quickly disposing of the bag and taking a drink of water as he opens the door to the room and walks in.
“-When are you going to tell Damian you have a crush on him?”
Damian sputters, faintly aware of the fact that Marinette squeaks and turns bright red as she notices him.
“D-Damian! I- He- Jon’s an idiot, we both know this!”
Damian can’t help the small smile on his face, slowly regaining his composure before walking over to her.
“You have a crush on me?”
Marinette sputters, ‘accidentally’ smacking Jon in the face as she flails.
“Well- JOn was just- Jon was just messing with me and-”
Damian leaned in closer, gently bumping her head with his.
“That wasn’t a denial, Marinette.”
Marinette blushed bright red, sputtering for a moment before seeming to give up on words.
Damian grins, gently pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend, if you do actually have a crush on me that is.”
Marinette nods, looking down and leaning against him.
Damian presses another kiss to her head turning to look at Jon who was grinning like a maniac.
“Oh yeah, Jon? You should run, you embarrassed my girlfriend.”
Jon keeps smiling, staying absolutely still before bloating out of his chair and down the hall.
With one final kiss and smile at Marinette Damian takes off after him.
With it being Halloween day here in Florida. I was at work using my respirator and it made me think about something that has me puzzled do you guys think that the GCPD hand out respirators as well as candy to try and combat Scarecrow's fear gas attacks? And now I want a fic or just a one-shot of after Hawkmoth's defeat Marinette moves to Gotham and she starts celebrating Halloween there by either passing out home treats and gas masks and one of the batfamily finds out and the next day she meets said member and they compliment her on her idea.
I'm just curious about the fact we seem to be going backwards in controller? And also why does it have four joysticks two d pads and what are the M,U,G and I buttons gonna be for? Also just to clarify it looks cool I am just curious about how far we are pushing it.
Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.
So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears
a. this musical number comes completely out of nowhere, with no greater context than what this video captures; and
b. the language instructor clearly can’t hear the music. He’s not from Musical Theatre Land. From his perspective, a couple of twinkle-toed weirdos just randomly decided to physically abuse him for three solid minutes. This isn’t reading anything that’s not intended into the scene – it’s literally the central gag.
