Dickinette because it's bugging me that the pairing doesn't have a submission yet and I love Dick Grayson.
SO here is a bullet fic plot outline for a future DIckinette apparently. Because I can't leave it as a bullet fic because I need substance to feel satisfied, but a bullet fic will do to give Dick love for this tournament.
AND SO! Here is another submission to the Maribat Tag Team Tournament, this time for Dickinette, aka Spandex Flex!
I worked in a couple prompts, including Day seven's!
Marinette, having just moved to Gotham, works at WE in the PR department
After a particular event one night, Marinette ends up leaving far later than she expected and misses her bus
Exasperated and exhausted, she begins to make her way through the Gotham streets, walking home (doesn't trust cabs and her phone is dead so no Uber) in her dress and heels
She has to keep reminding herself that she's not supposed to use the miraculous under her care selfishly -- even if it means she'll get home faster and without aggravating the painfully growing blisters on her heels
As she is walking, a group of muggers decide she'd be a great target
Marinette does not have time for this and knocks the guys out with one of her shoes
As she's slipping the shoe back one, wincing at the pain in her heel from the large blister there, Nightwing drops out of the sky, a bit dumbstruck.
"I was going to step in and help, but it looks like you didn't need it. That was seriously impressive."
Marinette is too tired to be concerned with the fact that she is far too small to have taken down so many assailants on her own -- or the fact that she's talking with one of the Bats and Birds, whom she has been trying to avoid since residing in Gotham (she didn't exactly get permission as a magic user)
"I'm lucky," she offers as an explanation before turning and limping back down the street.
Nightwing watches her in concern.
Um, miss -- would you like some help getting home?
Marinette pauses, considering this.
Figures screw it, one encounter with a vigilante won't kill her.
". . . If I tell you how much my feet hurt in these heels, will you carry me?"
Nightwing laughs lightly and obliges.
To Marinette's horror, he pulls out his grappling gun.
"You are not thinking about swinging me around through the streets with that thing."
"Trust me -- I won't let you fall."
Nightwing swings Marinette home, flirting with her as he picks the lock of her window and helps her through
Marinette rolls her eyes and tells him that he has to do better than that because her best friend used to flirt with her like that, and her office crush does ten times worse -- and both of them use puns
Nightwing is shocked, asks about her office crush
Marinette is exhausted, answers without thinking that she has a crush on the Head of Security -- which is stupid because he's her boss' brother and its bound to never happen
"You have a crush on Dick Grayson?!"
"Thank you, please shout it from the nearest rooftop, the whole world needs to know and I think some people in China couldn't hear you."
"No um -- I just meant -- that's surprising. I wouldn't have, uh expected that you --"
"I know it's stupid, you don't need to tell me. I apparently have a thing for stupidly pretty men who make god-awful puns and flirt with just about everything that breathes. But For some reason I fell for that idiot. I apparently have a type -- and the last time I fell for someone like him, he realized he was gay on our first date. I'm not doing that again."
Unbeknownst to Marinette, who is pretty much nodding off in Nightwing's arms, Nightwing is having an inner breakdown because Dick Grayson is the Head of Security. Dick Grayson is her boss' (Tim Drake's) brother. And he is Dick Grayson. And Dick Grayson is head over heels in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, whom he coordinates with when planning out the security for the events she helps plan -- and Dick thought that she couldn't stand him.
Despite Dick's many attempts at flirting with the young woman, she would always roll her eyes and change the subject, appearing put out.
Nightwing helps Marinette into her bed, red in the face as he tries to process this -- Marinette practically knocks out as soon as her head hits the pillow, throwing her shoes across the room disdainfully right before she does, muttering about the stupidity of heels.
Nightwing tucks her and and locks up before heading back to the Cave -- he has plans for the following day.
Tim is reviewing one of Marinette's proposals, Dick shows up and interrupts their meeting, asking to have a word with Marinette.
Marinette, visibly sleep deprived and still exhausted from the night prior (she's running on like three hours of sleep), is stunned and visibly weary, Tim excuses himself for a moment, taking a phone call but tells Dick to make it quick.
Dick, visibly nervous, holds out flowers and a basket to Marinette
Marinette takes it and looks through the items in it -- it's' full of blister pads, healing ointments, candles, lotions, bandages, fuzzy socks. . . and is that an Ipod nano????
Blushing, Marinette asks Dick what this is.
Dick awkwardly explains that he noticed at the event last night (before he had to leave for 'reasons') that Marinette's feet looked like they hurt, so he figured that she could use a little 'heeling' and so he thought he'd make her a gift basket and ask if she wanted to go out sometime.
Marinette gapes at Dick, red in the face and disbelieving because never once had Dick's 'flirting' extended to something other than pretty words -- nothing with substance like gifts or flowers or caring for her injuries -- and she's also pretty sure she just heard him ask her out.
Eyes wide, Marinette's gaze returns to the basket, surveying everything.
". . . Is that an Ipod nano?"
"Oh! I made you a playlist of a bunch of my favourite songs to destress to! I figured that after that gala, you'd be exhausted so --"
"Yeah, um. . . it seemed like a good idea at the time."
Marinette stares at Dick for a moment, her tired eyes surveying him curiously.
". . . Dick, I have a very serious question. Are you gay?"
Dick turns an even deeper shade of red.
"Um. Technically I'm Bi."
Before he can respond, Marinette reaches forward and pulls Dick in by the collar of his shirt and kisses him. Dick enthusiastically responds.
Tim chooses this moment to walk in with another employee in tow.
"I left them alone for five minutes."
Marinette has no filter or impulse control when sleep deprived -- and is a sucker for puns, even one as bad as 'heeling.'
I hope you all enjoyed a quickly jotted together WIP idea/Bullet fic that will someday come into creation. . . you know. . . when I don't have a bajillion other things to write. Or maybe it will come sooner than later. Who knows at this point procrastination works in funny ways.
