You know the regular field trip to Gotham yeah? Up to you for romance option of nah, or even the Bruce Wayne is Marinette's bio dad, but I wanna see Marinette being so fed up with Lila's bullshit and how the class (and Bustier) follow Lila's lies instead of the actual schedule that M has.
You know what, just let them go. Mari's just gonna follow The Schedule to the dot instead of "oh no it's too late/early/etc!" that Lila got and Bustier is likely won't make them follow The Schedule anyways. And ofc document this shit. Let them learn a lesson or two regarding "abandoning (the most competent) student in foreign city full of criminals", and actually "following the plan". Hopefully it gets the school board actually looking at Bustier (and the principal) and get her fired or demoted. Amongst other things.
Let anyone BUT Marinette get the consequences at least. Coz like. Watching bots and pieces of MLB got me thinking that: why is it that while Marinette's not a saint, but somehow she's the one to MUST fix everything even though the problem(s) in the show wasn't her fault??
I know the respective fandoms of DC and Miraculous Ladybug have a certain disdain for MLxDC fics but I think there's a potential for fics where Luka leaves Paris and just keeps traveling to different US cities because he keeps figuring out secret identities and he's just this 15 year old kid growing increasingly frustrated and exasperated at how badly everyone hides their identities and he just has to pretend to be oblivious even tho it's Their Fault for being Bad At Secrets and shouldn't adults be better at this??????
Rating: G | WC: 800 | CW: - | A/N: This is one of my first fics so I'm not super proud of it but the lovely peeps on ao3 seem to like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I thought I'd cross-posted this already but apparently I haven't, oops :| | Ao3 |
An unknown woman shows up on Wayne Manor's doorstep asking for Damian Wayne…
And enjoy this lovely fanart made by @tinybrie 🥰
A bright light flashed through the windows of the manor, the echo of thunder sounding overhead almost immediately. The knocking on the wooden door echoed down the dimly lit hallway, almost covered by the sound of rain and wind gusting outside.
The family butler swung open the door, taking in the visitors.
A young woman was standing there, holding a baby. She had her mother’s dark hair, but her eyes...
He tore his gaze away from the baby when the pale, tired woman asked, “Is Damian Wayne here?”
“I’m afraid he is not ‘in’ at the moment, Miss. May I say who called?”
“He’s alive?”
The butler blinked, hearing the note of relief underneath the urgency in her voice. “Yes, Miss..?”
“Oh, thank goodness! His tracker stopped working and I was…I thought…can I see him, please? I can help heal him.”
“How did you know he was injured, Miss?”
She stepped further inside, brushing raindrops off the baby’s and her clothing. “Tracker. If it stops working and he doesn't reply, he’s either dead or severely injured. And since you say he’s alive-”
Alfred still didn’t know her name, but he knew she was trustworthy. Call it an old man’s intuition, call it experience from sizing up every type of person under this roof (of which there were many), he could tell his youngest Master would be safe with her.
“I’ll show you to his room, Miss.”
“Thank you, Alfred.”
~~~
Damian groggily opened his eyes. Owww… His muscles protested after all that had happened in the last short while.
The faint sound of rain hitting the window by his bed provided soothing white noise, mixed with the soft breaths from the dark head resting on the bed by his hand.
Marinette was fast asleep, like the baby in her arms.
He stroked her hair gently. “ Habibti , I’m awake.”
She jolted upright, carefully cradling the baby so as not to disturb her rest. “Ma lune? You’re okay?”
“Just fine, mon coeur . I take it you healed me?” He scooched into a half-sitting position.
She nodded. “I thought…Your tracker stopped, so I came to see…”
“Shh, it’s alright, habibti .” Damian cupped her face in his hand. “It broke when I was fighting. I would have immediately contacted you but they forced me to stay and heal, and drugged me so I would sleep and recover without protest.”
“I’m so glad you’re okay!” She leaned over to kiss him. “I brought Zara.”
After Marinette had reassured herself that he was well-healed thanks to her handiwork, he brought up the question niggling at the back of his mind.
“How many people know?”
“Alfred, and whoever’s watching your monitors right now.”
“You’re okay with them knowing, now?”
Marinette nodded. “I’d prefer to be close by if anything like this happens again. So what if Bruce doesn’t like magic users or the fact that we hid this from him? He can get over it or not, but I will be by your side,” she stated firmly.
He smiled softly at her, seeing the feisty woman he fell in love with. “Let’s go settle their disturbed brains, then, shall we?”
He removed all the health monitors and stood, stretching and enjoying the slight discomfort.
She handed Zara to him, whom he carefully cradled in his arm and stroked his finger over her tiny cheek, and then they headed down to the dining room, where the rest of his extended family were gathered for a celebratory meal.
The entire Bat clan was there, in various stages of recovery from an assortment of injuries.
Alfred brought in the plates of crepes and casually announced, “There was a young lady here to see Master Damian this afternoon, just after your last check. She’s up with him right now.”
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?!” The ones who could, jumped up to check on their youngest.
“Hello, family. I am perfectly fine, so don’t scold me for getting up. Dinner looks delicious, Alfred.” Damian and the visitors strolled in.
“Why do you have a baby in your arms? How are you up?”
“This is Marinette Wayne, my wife, and our daughter, Zara. Marinette healed me; thus, I am awake and about.”
“Since when were you married? With a child? When did you get a girlfriend?” Questions echoed from all corners of the table.
“We met when I was in Paris to help Ladybug six years ago. We got married last year and Zara is nine months old now.”
“Jon helped Damian escape when he needed and covered for us. He’s quite good at illusions,” Marinette spoke up. “Hi, I’m Marinette Wayne; it’s nice to meet you all.”
I’m not a MariBat shipper (I like the ML-DC crossover but I prefer Adrienette) but I just had a thought that’d probably work well as like a setup thing for that:
Oftentimes in this crossover—especially if the Justice League finds out about the Hawkmoth situation after it’s been going on for a while—the Parisian heroes will ask them to stay out of it for fear of a superhero getting akumatized and being too powerful to defeat.
But that’s (arguably) mostly just an issue for the heroes with preexisting powers. Unpowered heroes would still be dangerous, sure, but they’d be limited to whatever random akuma powerset they receive (which would be completely new to them) instead of having powers they’ve trained for years.
Thus, if the JL is trying to push for a compromise, they might propose sending some of the baseline-human heroes.
Which could easily mean the Gotham vigilantes.
And then maybe people would be too wary of Batman being akumatized (since he’s a full grown adult, has the most training/experience among the Bats, and his broodiness might be construed as making him more likely to qualify for akumatization) but still agree to a team-up with some of Gotham’s other vigilantes.
Thus allowing specifically just those teen heroes/vigilantes to interact and bond…
A God-Like being attacks Gotham City first. People are panicking not knowing what to do. All but one restaurant, filled with people, are not running away. Paris, Metropolis, Amity Park, and Fawcett City are all visiting Gotham at that time.
Paris is there because of the friendship agreement. Metropolis thought “why not visit our sister city”. Amity Park wanted to see Gothams agriculture. Fawcett City is there because why not.
They all, unconsciously, collectively agreed that this one restaurant would be a great place to have lunch.
So said ‘God-Like’ being attacked, it was like a normal Tuesday afternoon for the four places. When a normal tourist, who wasn’t able to run away and excepted dead, asked the burning question that the other people were thinking of why they didn’t get away.
Their answer was quite simple and very cryptic.
Amity Parker’s: “So don’t be freaked”
Metropolis: “Stay in your seats”
Paris: “We do this bullsh*t like 8 times a week”
Fawcett City: “So just relax you’ll be fine, drink your 50 dollar wine and take a breath 🙄”
HELLO ONE AND ALL AND WELCOME TO A NEW DC X MIRACULOUS EVENT !
I would like to start of that this event is meant to spread positivity, creativity and joy ! I grew up loving and adoring dc and mlb and hero's and magic and this fandom has re-awoken my love for these properties!
I would love to start a two month event of sharing , creating and just exploring idea's !
This whole event is to enjoy being creative and write, draw or just make something !
DC MIRACULES IS AN EVENT TO PROMOTE YOUR IDEA'S , WRITE AND MEET NEW PEOPLE !
I encourage you to explore all of miraculous and dc and make creations with who ever you want ! Again ! This is an event to promote Artists, writers and people !
At the end of the event we will be having a vote of which media, artist, fic or art has motivated you the most !
The winner of these votes / categories will receive one free art piece of their choice !
If you would like to participate please list your work under Dc miracles event !
The categories in question !
Family ( chosen / found, blood / birth ) -Monday
Rare pares ! ( Platonic or romantic ) - Tuesday
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