sadly, there’s not enough marijon content out there, but here’s what I could find!
Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream | ao3, Maribat March 2020: Week 4 by @bouwrites
A time to find you, The Hard Life of a Wayne [note: incomplete] by @ricebullet
Mistake of a Lifetime, Mine by @thepeacetea
demon’s daughter | ao3, dance with me/i’ve waited for this moment for a long time, kiss me until all the stars fall from the sky | part 2, oh my god you’re superboy by @phis-corner [note: incomplete]
Home is Where the Heart is | ao3 by @rhub4rb [note: incomplete]
the second heir. by TheCuriousCat (older brother!Damian) [note: incomplete]
Pixie Sunshine by BrokenWingedTenshi (MariDamiJon) [note: incomplete]
Kidnapping by @izzybellepenguin
Pinning After The Same Girl (Together) by @ab-unreachablevoice (MariDamiJon)
My Secret Older Sister by @icerosecrystal (younger brother!Damian)
Sunrise on Gotham by @fridayfirefly (MariDamiJon)
Miraculous Flight by @pl-panda
Bio!Dad Bruce 2020 by @liquid-luck-00
The Heart Remembers Even If the Mind Doesn’t by @anjuschiffer
Maribat promt, MariDamiJon where they new each other beaver the leave and the oder were kinda friends but they were rivals. So they met again when mari moves and goes to Gotham academy. And there like oh your alive cool beans.but inside there like "thank God yeah"because they was a tension(as much tension there can be with 10 year olds.)So now they are both aggressively trying to seduce jon who in the middle of this is trying to figure out who likes who and which one he likes (its both)
Yeah so, this is a bit long. It took me a long time to write this so sorry, anon.
Chapter 1/3
The moment the caped community hears about the new protégé that Wonder Woman took under her wing, everyone holds their breath. The moment Ladybug is introduced, tiny and too serious for her age, money exchanges hands.
And when she meets both Superboy and Robin, the whispers start.
Apparently, the League has some needs for new blood and everyone – and by everyone, she means heroes and villains alike – is calling them the Tiny Trinity.
“Maybe if you aren’t that lacking in height, they wouldn’t have called us that,” she drawls while Robin stalks the hallway of the Watchtower and Superboy is floating along while their mentors are busy with a meeting.
“Silence,” Robin hisses like a ruffled cat, “Everything was fine before you forcefully inserted yourself between us.”
Robin is around her age, right? He is only shorter than her so throwing hands with him is fine.
“You know what you should have done?” she huffs, chin titled up, arms crossed in front of her chest and planting herself against the door, “Go and cry to daddy Bat about how having a chaperone ruins your play dates with Superboy.”
“They aren’t play dates!” and “Who is the chaperone?!” overlap and Ladybug sighs.
-
Ladybug disappears one day. There is almost no trace, nothing to suggest that she ever exists. Nothing aside from the reports.
“She has personal matters to resolve,” is what Wonder Woman tells the League.
And as suddenly as she disappeared, she appears in Paris alongside with a boy in a cat suit. There are whispers of magical jewels and butterflies but no one can make head or tail of it.
And then, the whole caped community is banned from Paris.
-
Gotham is… soothing. Which is a word she never thought she would use to describe this city.
After everything with Hawk Moth, Gotham looks almost like a break. If a break comes with high chances of a) being held hostage at gun point, b) being cornered in an alley or c) kidnapped.
-
The first time she runs into one of Gotham’s vigilantes, Two Face has a gun and a coin and every visitor at Gotham Museum is being held hostage. The big bad boss is making acquaintance with the G.C.P.D and Marinette is busying huddling in a corner while the henchmen stand over their hostages.
“We have to do something,” Tikki hisses into her ear, tucked inside her hoodie and curls up into the back of her neck, “If this holds up any longer, you’d be late to your interview.”
“I doubt there is going to be an interview,” she whispers, keeping a wary eye on the trigger-happy henchmen, “Seeing as, you know, the people doing the interviewing are stuck in this mess too.”
There is supposed to be an exhibition next weekend at this very place and they are posting announcements and looking for volunteers. It is not like it is paid work but there would be a certificate of participation.
You know, just brownie points for college.
“Besides,” she starts, glancing toward Two Face as he starts his own monologue, “Ladybug has no business in this city.”
It is well-known that Gotham is under the Bats and Birds’ jurisdiction. No one in the caped community would stray inside its borders while wearing a mask.
It is a rule that has been kept and maintained for years.
“Let’s just sit tight and wait for rescue,” she says, leaning back against the wall.
And it should have ended there. Everything would have been fine and everyone would continue on their merry ways.
Except, Two Face turns to them with a manic grin.
“And as a little motivation for our friends,” the man leers toward the camera that one of his own henchmen set up a while ago, “One of these hostages will have the honor of being handpicked as the bargain chip.”
And just her luck because he is look at her.
Two henchmen haul her to her feet and she sighs, shagging in their hold as they drag her forward.
There is a black collar. One that she is familiar with from the olden days of listening in on League’s reports while Diana walked her through the mechanics of things.
“This thing here is an inhibitor collar,” Two Face grins, unlatching it with a click, “Of course, these babies are used on metahumans but I, for one, love the addition benefits.”
She has to fight to keep the frown off her face when the collar settles around her neck and clicks shut.
Two Face holds up a switch and there are two buttons and she really does not want to know what they are for. Fortunately, or not, Two Face continues, never mind about anyone’s comfort.
“Every five minute that my demands are not met, I am going to press one of these buttons,” he says, almost conversationally, “What happens is either a little bit of electric or a bomb and this little girl goes boom.”
“So you just go through a hostage every five minutes,” she piques up, glancing back at her fellow hostages, “How long do you think we would last you?”
There are around forty or fifty people gathered in the room, either huddling together or trying to melt into the wall.
“In the worst case, you would only have around four to five hours before you run out of hostages,” she explains, “After that, what will stop the G.C.P.D from storming the place?”
Two Face smirks, all white teeth and something like a threat in the curl of his lips.
“You are quite new here, aren’t you?” the gun settles under her chin, the metal cold against her skin, “Good old Gordon is a bleeding heart and he knows that I am not joking.”
She has to tamper down the urge to scowl when he leans closer with a leer.
“You better pray for good luck, little girl. Heads or tails; either you die or you don’t.”
With that merry words, the countdown starts.
And at the fourth minute since the countdown starts, there is suddenly a smoke bomb. Then, there is a whisper of bullet and a dart stabs into Two Face’s neck.
“You-“ the man sways on his feet, face murderous, the hand with the remote trembling.
She takes that chance and kicks, watching with relief as the remote flies out from his grip. The accompanying groan is just a bonus that she takes pleasure in hearing.
The comfort soon fades when she sways on her feet.
Oh… Smoke bomb… Probably something with paralyzing effects.
The ground rushes toward her and there is suddenly a black and blue blur at the edge of her vision.
-
It is kind of surprising that there is no little bird after her after the museum incident.
That is almost considerate of them, if she had not known better. Well, she does know better so the thought is dismissed with a shake of her head.
After all, the daddy Bat did teach his birds to only ever going in with concrete evidences.
“You did grow up, Marinette,” Tikki says, nestles in the little nest of clothes that she made for her, “They probably did not recognize you.”
-
The second time she runs into one of the birds, it is a coincidence. And the one she runs into does not really consider himself a bird anymore.
She is not looking for trouble. No, sire, no trouble-looking at all.
Except, trouble finds her when a band of thugs corner her in an alley.
“Come on, pretty girl,” one of the fuckers leers, slamming his fist into the wall by her head, “Just a little private time, you, me and the guys.”
She can feel Tikki’s touch through the fabric of the hoodie’s pocket.
“How about you let me through and we pretend this never happens?” she smiles, shoulders relaxing and placing her hands on the wall, “No harm, no foul, right?”
The thugs wilt and by then, she knows that they have seen it” the Red Hood insignia that is pinned into the hoodie, just directly above her heart.
“You aren’t one of his girls,” the one whose fist is still a little bit too close to her head for comfort, and apparently the one who does not possess any gray matter, speaks, “Your accent isn’t Crime Alley’s.”
Well, so maybe he does have a bit of a brain.
Luckily, she does not need to say anything because a gun goes off somewhere just above them. And then, one of the thugs hits the ground, whimpering as he cradles his shattered kneecap.
And Marinette slinks past the trembling thugs as Red Hood lands in the alley.
She kind of want to feel guilty but she cannot find it in her to care.
The fuckers had it coming. Whatever Red Hood does to them is just karma.
-
“You need to be more careful,” Tikki frets, floating in a circle as Marinette collapses on her bed, “It could have ended up worse, Marinette.”
“Yet it didn’t,” she murmurs, “Everything’s fine so let it go, Tikki.”
“Wha-!” Tikki sputters somewhere above her prone form, “Marinette, you can’t just rely on your luck forever!”
She reaches for a pillow and buries her face into it and let Tikki’s words floods over her.
“For the sake of everything good and holy! Marinette, take better care of yourself!”
She really is tired.
-
The first time is happenstance, twice is coincidence and thrice? Well, then there is no coincidence, is there?
After all, there is no such thing as an accident when masked men stormed into the café that she usually visits after work. Yeah, the one just on the edge of Crime Alley.
They have guns. There are other customers crouching under the tables and the staffs are hiding behind the counter.
“We are looking for a friend of ours,” the man who seems to be the leader says, hefting his gun and finger slipping dangerously close to the trigger, “Ms. Dupain-Cheng, would you mind coming out for a chat?’
Yeah no. And it is not like they know how she looks like, is it?
“Tick tock, Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” the man clicks his tongue, “Come out by yourself or I will have my men drag you out. And believe me, you will not like that.”
Ok, now that sounds threatening.
“Tikki,” she whispers, “What should I do?”
“I don’t know,” Tikki murmurs into her ear, hidden in the crook of her neck, out of anyone’s sight, “I really don’t know.”
Except, the choice is suddenly torn away from her grasps when the window shatters and a familiar blur of red, green and yellow rushes in.
Fuck, says her brain as she watches Robin disarms her would-be kidnappers and resolves the situation in less than five minutes.
The Boy Wonder turns to her direction the moment he finishes tying the last of her would-be assailants.
Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire then.
-
Gotham Academy falls into a hush when Damian Wayne shoulders his way through the crowded hallway. And Marinette is in the direction he is heading toward.
“Yeah so,” she grabs her books and slams her locker close, a bit too forceful but who cares anyway when Wayne – no, Robin – is heading her way with murder in his eyes, “I think I should go…”
Maps – sweet, dear and an absolute devil – bounces on the ball of her heels and clings onto her.
“Wait,” the girl squeals excitedly, “You two know each other?!”
Well…
“Come on, introduce us!” Maps whines, eyes already glimmering with whatever schemes she is cooking up, “He’s going to make a fine addition to our team!”
Marinette does not even have the time to get a word in before Wayne is looming over them. And by looming, she means the Boy fukcing Wonder is now taller than her.
This is so unacceptable! She is so going to riot if Jon is taller than her too!
“So this is where you disappeared to,” Wayne says in lieu of a greeting – as rude as ever, then. “I did not think you would have the guts to show your face in front of me, Dupain-Cheng.”
