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[peterxwade24]

BWYD SHORT

Influential Person Interview

This is based on a post by @daminette-56 that I, unfortunately, saw on TikTok. Please go look at the post, it's from June 28th.

Anyways, enjoy.

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A young teen, no older than Duke, approached Bruce on the street with a tiny microphone in hand.

"Mr. Wayne? If I could have a moment of your time for a really quick interview? It's for a school project. We're supposed to interview an influential person, either personally influential or generally influential." The teen spoke quickly, hoping that by getting the explanation out quickly Mr. Wayne wouldn't decline.

"Sure. I'd love to help." Bruce smiled at the teen, remembering when his own children had done this project fondly, and listened while they interviewed Alfred.

The teen gestured towards a nearby table and set up his camera when they had sat down.

Bruce straightened his shirt, wanting to look his best because this was probably the only time he'd ever get to be the subject of one of these interviews because his youngest three were in France.

"Mr. Wayne." The teen began, clearly trying to remain professional.

"Please, call me Bruce. Only the members of my board call me Mr. Wayne." He flashed a Brucie Wayne smile, hoping to relax the teen.

"Bruce," the teen continued, "who would you say is your greatest inspiration?"

"My children. All of them." Bruce smiled, a real smile not a press smile. "They've all inspired me to do my best at everything."

"Is this what you imagined yourself doing as a child?"

"No, actually. Originally, I wanted to either be a doctor like my father or to follow in my mother's footsteps and champion multiple causes."

"If you could go back in time, what would you change?"

"Most people, I assume, would do something insignificant over again to benefit them. Me? I'd do everything in my power to get my kids sooner and to make sure they know that I love them. Because there is a lot of trauma that I could save my kids from, if I went back in time. My youngest, as I'm sure you've heard, was adopted from France after a horrific fire took her parents away from her. What most people don't know, is that she was bounced around a lot before I got to bring her home. My second youngest, was raised on these streets. He didn't deserve that. My only biological child, was raised in what I believe to be a cult in the Middle East. Which is not to say that I believe everyone from the Middle East shares the same views as his mother and grandfather, it's just what I believe to be the truth. All of my children have suffered from something terrible in their past." Bruce wiped away a tear before focusing on the teen, who also looked on the verge of tears. "Do you need a minute?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine." The teen rubbed at their eyes. "In the unlikely case of your demise, who would take over for you?"

"Oh, that's easy. My son Tim. He's already co-CEO of my company and the CEO of Drake Industries. I trust him to run Wayne Enterprises the right way." Bruce spoke softly, a small smile on his face. "My son Dick, would probably take over my responsibilities to the estate. He's such a smart boy, he would know how to keep everything running smoothly. Jason would take over managing all of my charities, he's such a compassionate kid. The girls would help out however they can, but they're all doing such important things. Barbara is following in her father's footsteps and learning everything she can to go into law enforcement. Stephanie considered becoming a nurse but realized it wasn't for her. I believe she's going into healthcare, but don't quote me on that. Cass is going to be a professional ballerina, as soon as she finishes her studies. It's too early to tell what the younger kids will do. I think Duke is thinking about going into social services."

The teen smiled, "thank you so much for your time Bruce. I'll send you a copy once I've finished editing this to make sure the background noise doesn't drown us out. If I could have your email, even just your business email."

Bruce flashed a press smile before pulling a business card out of one pocket and a pen out of another. He quickly wrote down his personal email before sliding the car across the table to the teen. "Send it here. And reach out after graduation. I think there's a place for you in the media department."

The teen just nodded, taking the card and smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you again Bruce. Mr. Wayne. Have a good rest of your day."

---

Bruce was sitting in his office doing paperwork when he received an email. The subject line read "Influential Person Interview", and Bruce opened it immediately. He clicked on the attached file and got to watch as he gushed about his kids. Nothing made him prouder than them, and he wished they would see that.

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This was originally written on my phone. I will edit this later on my computer. But for now, this is the state it is in.

[official-wales]

favourite traditional welsh food?

bara brith

cawl

cockles

faggots (americans, hold your tongue)

glamorgan sausage

laverbread

lamb (roasted, in stew, etc)

welsh rarebit

welsh cakes <3

something else

Voting ended onOct 15, 2024

mainly the internationally (?) known ones, but tell me about your favourites not on here! (i'm really hungry, can you tell?)

[official-wales]

bore da!!!!!! do you have any favourite lesser known welsh foods?

two words: welsh. oggie. it might not be as lesser known, but it's all I ever think about. imagine a cornish pasty, but twice the size, and instead of beef and swede, it contains lamb and leeks. one day I will have an oggie like the one I had when I was seven years old and innocent in the world, and everything will be alright again.

[peterxwade24]

BWYD Shorts

Jason's Scars

Enjoy this little thing I thought up while thinking about Jason's scars. Was this mostly self-indulgent because I like writing Jason being soft for his baby sister? Absolutely.

Without further ado, enjoy.

All of the Wayne kids knew, you didn't touch or mention the autopsy scar on Jason’s chest. You just didn't, not unless you wanted to receive a new scar yourself, with Dick’s scar on the outside of his upper arm as proof.

So it shocked every single one of them to walk into the media room to find Marinette asleep atop Jason’s chest with her hand definitely on top of one of the branches of the y-shaped scar. Fear, unlike anything any of them had ever felt before, flooded them all as they tried to figure out how to keep the newest Wayne from getting a new scar.

Unbeknownst to most of the Waynes, the newest Wayne already had a new scar. From the first night she met her big brother, when she accidentally brushed her hand over it. Except, she didn’t get it the way they would think she did.

---

Jason, as the Red Hood, had cradled Marinette against his chest as they waited on a nearby rooftop for Bruce. Marinette had one hand pressed to the center of his chest to feel him breathe, trying to get her own breathing under control, when she felt the slightest difference under her hands.

“What, uh, what happened?” Marinette glanced up at Jason, barely meeting his eyes, before returning to stare out across the horizon at where she was pretty sure Bruce was.

“It’s, okay. So, it’d probably be easier to show than to tell. Let me just,” Jason maneuvered them so they were sufficiently hidden from view. “I’ve got to put you down for a moment to show you, okay?” Marinette nodded as he slowly lowered her feet to the rooftop.

Marinette watched in slight horror, slight fascination, as Jason peeled his armor off and carefully wiggled out of the top of his suit so his most prominent scar was visible. Marinette gasped in horror, seeing the autopsy scar for what it really was, before she loosely wrapped her arms around Jason’s waist.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Jason awkwardly patted her head, not quite sure how to react to the spontaneous hug. “It’s old news anyways.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Marinette’s voice was muffled in his abs, but Jason could hear it regardless. It was the first time anyone had ever expressed that sentiment to him, the first time anyone had apologized for his autopsy scar still being visible.

“It’s okay.” Jason wrapped his arms around Marinette, more determined than ever to convince Bruce to adopt the girl.

A noise behind Marinette startled her so bad, she stuck her hand out against the chimney behind Jason and slipped. The rough side of the bricks got her pretty good and she started bleeding as a result of it.

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Jason repressed a smirk as he watched the fear in his siblings’ eyes. He would never hurt the only one who had ever felt so bad about his scars to apologize, especially not when she ended up with a similarly shaped scar on the palm of her hand, the same hand that was atop his scar. He loved his sister, and he would do anything in his ability to protect her.

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[peterxwade24]

BWYD Chapter 39

For Maribat March 2021 Day 25: School Dance

Brothers are Annoying

Marinette and Adrien had swapped parents a few days ago and had begun patrolling as each other, or rather as Māomī and Bāndiǎn, respectively. Māomī, initially, looked like a female version of Chat Noir, with Bāndiǎn looking like a male version of Ladybug but that changed after the first few transformations. Their enemies, and allies, didn’t know what to think of the swap at first and then they learned that even though they had swapped Ladybug and Chat Noir were still in charge and leading the team.

Māomī looked like a smaller, slightly darker version of Red Hood, for some reason. She wore black, pleather, cargo pants with criss-crossing straps across her thighs and shins with a black belt cinching the waist in. She had a black, long-sleeved top underneath a black, armored vest with a neon green bat across her chest. Over her shirt and vest she had a black pleather jacket with a silver zipper resting against her belt. She had a dark green domino mask with tiny black paw prints on either side of her eyes, which were an acidic blue-green. Her boots were such a dark brown they almost appeared black with silver tips which alluded to the fact they were steel-toed. 

Bāndiǎn, on the other hand, looked almost inspired by Arsenal. He wore baggy red pants with thick black stripes down the sides tucked into black, silver-tipped, steel-toed boots. He wore a red, sleeveless top tucked into his pants over a black long-sleeved shirt with red spots down the sides. His hands were covered in black gloves, not too dissimilar to Chat Noir’s gloves. He had a black belt, mostly to break up the big block of red that was his costume. He had a slightly darker shade of red bat across his chest, only because he wanted to match with his partner.

They had only been spotted around Paris a handful of times, but even in that short amount of time, they’d given the Parisians a sense of hope. That if their main hero pair could be just as successful with the other’s powers, maybe they had a chance to defeat Hawkmoth.

---

Marinette was leaning against her friends and brothers in their house, debating with herself if she wanted to call Bruce or not.

“Copycat, quit thinking so loudly.” Damian chucked a throw pillow at his sister, shaking his head with a laugh. “Just talk to us.”

“Mari,” Colin began, “what’s up?”

“I don’t know if I should call Ubaba to ask him to send one of the girls to help me choose outfits for us for the dance.” Marinette turned to look at her brothers, seeing the understanding in Damian’s eyes, because he too had had his privacy violated by some of their brothers.

“Do it.” Alix brushed her fingers through Marinette’s hair intent to braid it. “If Circus Boy and Yellow Guy are just going to treat you like you’re a baby then reach out to someone who won’t.”

“Why don’t we just all go to a thrift shop to browse and see what we like and what would look best on us?” Adrien looked at his friends, worry written on his face.

“Adrien, bestie, if I wasn’t gay, I would make out with you for how smart that is.” Marinette almost melted against Alix’s ministrations.

---

The group of friends spent way too long walking around the thrift shop, pointing out different things to each other all willy-nilly. Colin had, in fact, pointed out a dark purple, cheetah print top that Marinette had forced him to try on, and then they had bought it. It had suited Colin, possibly too well, given he had just randomly found it while browsing.

They spent a few hours just browning before they had to leave, not having found anything really inspiring. However, they had patrol to get ready for. Crime waits for no one, and Hawkmoth? He opperates on his own timetable.

A loud explosion sounded from across the city, the first indication that Hawkmoth had released an Akuma.

The group of friends looked at each other, exchanged a smile, before rushing out of the thrift store. They had an Akuma to stop and a city to save.

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Falak, Terrapene, Wadjet, Māomī and Bāndiǎn rounded on the Akuma, a recently fired shop worker going by Time Off, and took their stances. The battle had been going on for nearly thirty minutes and this was the first time they’d been even a little close to beating the Akuma. None of them had used their powers, but they had come close a few times to at least two of them using their powers.

Māomī and Bāndiǎn shared a look before turning to look at Falak, Terrapene and Wadjet. “This is about to get dicey, we’re going to need to run this very close together. We have an idea how to finish this but we’re going to need to use everyone’s power.”

The quintet looked at each other before everyone nodded. “Let’s do this.”

---

All in all, the battle took an additional twenty minutes and it did in fact take everyone’s powers. But, at the end of the battle, they beat Time Off and comforted the Akuma victim. He was one of the only members of staff at his small store that hadn’t had his time off request approved. It had happened several times since he started at the store, every time he put in a request it was denied. All he wanted was time off, was that so hard to ask?

The quintet all agreed that that was bogus, that he should have been approved at least once by now. So, that gave his a suggestion.

“I hear Wayne Enterprises is always hiring.” Falak shrugged in faux nonchalance. “You should look into applying, I hear that they are opening a near branch in the city.”

“Yeah, maybe I will.”

---

Marinette, Adrien, Alix, Colin and Damian walked into the dance, all of them wearing beautifully put together outfits with gray accents. They looked like a cohesive unit and not just a group of friends.

Damian wore a cream collared shirt under a brown plaid vest with a burgundy pocket square, gray dress pants and black dress shoes. His hair was slicked back and gelled to perfection. Colin wore a green plaid short sleeve shirt under a dark gray vest, charcoal dress pants and black dress shoes. His hair was tousled just so to look like tasteful bedhead. Adrien wore anoversized orange plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms over gray dress pants and light brown dress shoes. His hair was combed off of his forehead. Alix wore a green blouse with a floral print and gold buttons over beige dress pants and gray ankle boots. Marinette wore a black cheongsam with black lace from the top of the bodice to her neck with gray and white kitten heels.

They were some of the best dressed at the dance, and they couldn’t be happier. Hopefully, WE would have a new employee, that guy seemed stressed and needed all that WE offers its employees. All in all, things were looking up for the quintet and for Parisians at large.

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[peterxwade24]

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My Mother’s Pearls (yes this title is a play on “mother of pearl”)

This is based on a snippet of a comic I saw, which was the panels of a comic where Damian finds a single pearl in the sewers.

Damian, who had once fished a singular pearl out of the sewer system, looked at his little sister. “Don’t you have like abnormally good luck?”

Marinette shrugged while sucking on a lollipop. Her hair hung in a pair of messy pigtails which flopped as she tilted her head. “I think Tikki and Maser Fu said something to that effect?”

Tikki flittered out of the nearby cookie jar with a smile. “Yes. Since she’s one of my holders she’ll have good luck, which will only continue to grow the longer she’s bonded to me.” Tikki landed on Marinette’s head, a bright smile on her face.

“Can you help me find the rest of Father’s mother’s pearls?” Damian asked bluntly.

“D’you think we could actually find them?” Marinette looked up at her little big brother, her eyes full of hope and her face clear to read. “Could we really find Grand-mère‘s pearls?”

“I’m sure that with the two of us, we could find them.” Damian held out a hand to his little sister. “Will you help me search for Father’s mother’s pearls?”

“Sure!”

---

Damian and Marinette, dressed in waders with rubber gloves, scoured the sewer system, working their way down from the Crime Alley sewers. With their combined effort they’d already recovered half of the pearls, including the initial one Damian found before Bruce had been called away to Paris to save her.

“Hey Copycat?” Damian called. “You found anything recently?”

“Couple things. I found a few of Grand-mère’s pearls, an old batarang from late Dick early Jason, some things from Duke’s parents, and some things I think are from Steph and/or Cass.” Marinette hopped over to her brother, a bright smile on her face. “So, we’re only missing what, a dozen or so pearls from her necklace now?”

“Yeah. Give or take.” Damian shrugged before he saw another pearl.

---

The two youngest Waynes spent twelve hours searching the sewer system, somehow finding all of the pearls, before they reemerged from the sewers. The two slunk into the manor before going to Damian’s room and crashing on his bed, after depositing the pearls into a shallow dish set on his dresser and putting a “do not disturb” sign on his door.

After crashing for nearly fourteen hours, during which time Alfred popped in to take a picture of the two curled together, they woke up and went downstairs.

“Grandpa Alfie?” Marinette called, her right hand held in Damian’s left while she rubbed at her eye with her left hand.

“Yes Miss Marinette?” Alfred called from the kitchen. “What can I help you with?”

“Dami and I were wondering if we could have something to eat.” Marinette let Damian lead her to the kitchen, where the two sat in barstools at the island.

“What would you like to eat?” Alfred asked as he turned to look at them.

“Just something simple.” Damian replied, resting his head on his crossed arms.

Alfred settled a plate of two muffins down in front of the siblings, watching as they split the two muffins. He smiled before shaking his head.

---

Marinette and Damian approached their father’s study, a necklace box held in Damian’s hands as Marinette opened the doors for him.

“Father.” Damian called as they walked into his study.

“Hi Ubaba. Dami and I have a present for you.” Marinette smiled before skipping over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. She hopped back over to Damian’s side, where her brother held out the necklace box.

“For you.” Damian waited until their father took the box.

Bruce opened the box, a look of shock and awe on his face. “Are these?”

Marinette smiled. “Grand-mère’s pearls?” Damian nodded in agreement.

“Do you like them?” Damian sounded worried, as though their father wouldn’t like the gift of his mother’s pearls.

“Where did you two find them all?”

“The sewer system.” Marinette responded.

“Thank you both so much. I can’t believe you two found my mother’s pearls.”

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A Mama Cat and her Kitten

Enjoy this cute little short about how Marinette earned the nickname "Kitten".

Marinette had always known that her Ubaba was engaged to be married to a woman, had even met the woman on occasion (mostly when she had broken into the manor while Ubaba and the boys were out patrolling and the girls were in the cave watching over them), but that didn’t mean that she liked the woman. And several of her siblings agreed with her on that. Damian would never accept her as their dad’s new wife, not when he was still married to Talia al Ghul in the eyes of the League. Jason had never actually gotten over the fact that Selina Kyle had given him scars, that Selina Kyle had taken her claws to his face and left scars which could still be seen today. Stephanie didn’t know if she could ever trust Selina, simply because she remembered Selina from her days actually living with her birth father. Duke would never forgive the woman for the way she’d ratted him out the one time he’d had to steal to be able to feed himself.

However, Marinette had never wanted to be here, standing in the foyer of their home staring at the woman her Ubaba was going to marry.

“Hello there sweetpea,” Selina smiled at her, “where’s your dad?”

“Ubaba isn’t here at the moment, it’s just me and Alfred, and I’ve told you not to call me sweetpea.” Marinette was a little fed up with Ubaba’s fiancée’s refusal to not call her sweetpea. “You can probably find Ubaba at WE.” Marinette turned away from the woman who had scarred Jay-Jay’s face and walked back into the house.

“Well,” Selina appeared to have followed her deeper into the manor, “if he’s at work, where are the rest of the family?”

“None of your business.” Marinette rolled her eyes and shook her head. “What are you doing here Catwoman?”

“Call me Selina.” She let out a laugh that sounded hollow, something Marinette wasn’t used to coming from the woman.”

“I will call you Selina when you stop calling me sweetpe-”

Marinette was cut off by a blade suddenly appearing at her neck. The blade was being held by a person dressed from head to toe in all black, and before the person holding the blade could do anything Selina had pulled Marinette back and up into her arms.

“You’re trespassing. You have ten seconds to vacate the premises before I call the police.” Selina stood her ground valiantly however the person in black simply pointed their sword at Selina instead of Marinette.

“Where is the Bat?”

Selina smirked. “He’s not in right now, and you can tell Ra’s al Ghul that the least effective way of getting his heir back is by threatening his heir’s sister.” Selina suddenly struck out, surprising the assassin into dropping their blade. A smirk grew on her face as she secured Marinette before quickly binding the assassin’s hands together. “What is your plan for the Bat? Why does your plan involve my Kitten?”

The assassin frowned and looked for their blade. “Our plan is none of your business.” Their hands, although bound, suddenly reached for their blade and within the next second, they stabbed through the protective layer on their chest and bled out in seconds.

“Kitten?” Marinette asked, humor clear in her tone. “Why Kitten?”

“Because I’m a cat and I’ve decided that you’re mine now.” Selina’s tone matched Marinette’s and the two seemed to share a moment.

“Okay Selina.”

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Marinette and Selina

This is just a little "short" I wrote that focuses on Marinette and Selina.

masterlist

Enjoy~

Marinette knew she wasn’t supposed to leave the house at night, she wasn’t even supposed to be in the cave after they left to go patrol for the night (by the Spear of Athena! Ubaba would’ve grounded her to her bedroom if he knew), so she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain to Ubaba that she’d left the house at night after she’d been in the cave after they left to go patrol for the night. All Marinette knew was that she knew of at least one place where she would be fine, where she could call Oiseaux bleu or Jay-Jay to come get her, and that was Robinson Park. However, she was lost. She was lost somewhere between the external cave entrance and Robinson Park. She had Harley’s phone number, she could text Harley but Harley was currently unavailable. Ubaba had busted her doing something terrible and had put her in “time-out” so she couldn’t reach her.

Marinette was lost in thought when she felt a slender arm wrap around her waist before she was pulled up against a lean but muscular chest. She turned her head to look at the face of her maybe abductor, but his face was obstructed by a helmet. A scream bubbled up in her throat but before it could escape, she felt a rumble in his chest as though he was humming.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am here, as long as you are with me. No one would dare mess with you as long as you are with me, well, except for the Bat and his collection of Clay Pigeons.” His voice was even but deep, giving off a comforting vibe.

Under any other situation, if Marinette was any other child, his words would have comforted her. But, because she was Marinette, because she wasn’t any other child, wasn’t any other little girl, his words shook her to her core. “You’re Deadshot.” Marinette had heard several of her brothers complaining about the way he only ever referred to them as Clay Pigeons, tools of their father. “You’re Deadshot and my dad is going to kill me.”

The duo moved through the city silently, Deadshot carrying Marinette across a bridge into Penguin’s sector. He was hellbent on taking her all the way to the Iceberg Lounge when Marinette saw a black figure in the shadows, the glint off of the goggles giving away the figure’s identity.

“Belle-mère!” Marinette’s voice would have carried to the woman regardless of their human hearing because the woman was advancing on Deadshot, had been since she recognized the girl in his arms.

Catwoman landed in front of the duo, effectively cutting off Deadshot’s path to the Lounge. “What do we have here?” Catwoman’s voice took on the barely there maternal tone that she only used with Marinette and her siblings. “Are you a kidnapper now? Where’d you get the girl Floyd?’

“Found this little stray wandering the streets.” Deadshot, Floyd her mind corrected, looked at Catwoman and couldn’t understand why she’d used his real name.

“Give her here.” Catwoman demanded, knowing that someone else had to have seen them at this point and that she had a narrow window to get Marinette back to the manor before the Bat descended on their location and freaked out.

“Why do you care?” Deadshot asked, holding Marinette tighter against his chest.

“Belle-mère. Ubaba va me tuer. I wasn’t, I’m not supposed to be out here.” Marinette looked into the woman’s eyes and pleaded with everything she had. “Please get me home.”

“Give me just a minute Kitten, Floyd is a tricky fish.” Catwoman call me Selina Kitten soothed the girl with a smile on her face.

Deadshot froze for a moment, before looking between the girl in his arms and the sometimes Rogue in front of him. “‘Kitten’?” He took a moment to gather his thoughts before his eyes seemed to blow wide. “You only call one person Kitten, the person you call Kitten is your fiancée’s kid. Oh my God I just almost kidnapped Bat’s kid.” Deadshot hastily shoved Marinette into Selina’s arms before booking it in the other direction.

“It’s okay now Kitten, let me take you home and we can have some hot cocoa.” Selina tucked Marinette’s face into her neck and held the girl against her chest while she ran as fast as she could back to the manor.

Selina had Marinette in night clothes and in the kitchen drinking hot cocoa before Bruce reentered the manor. The two girls had matching grins on their faces, Selina sat on the counter against the fridge with Marinette in her lap.

Marinette learned a lesson that night, that Selina would always have her back.

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Yes Selina calls Marinette Kitten, she's the only Wayne who gets called Kitten.

Belle-mère means Step-Mother according to google translate while "va me tuer" means "is going to kill me" also according to google translate. Both phrases are French (supposedly).