#sibling!cassinette

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Tag Team Tournament 2025 Masterlist

This could be your villain origin story: Konette

Seriously, what the hell?: Daminette

Kick his ass, babygirl!: Jasonette

Yes Ma'am: Konette || Daminette || Sibling!Cassinette || Roynette

That's it, I'm punching Batman: Daminette

Famous last words: Dickinette

I'd like to propose a toast: Konette (Yes Ma'am pt2)

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Final submission for today! Sibling Cassinette

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Link to AO3

Marinette hugged her middle, watching the rain pour as she stood under the awning of a doorway. She was waiting for Cass to pick her up for a day out that she’d been planning for weeks, not expecting the rain to arrive so suddenly. It put a hold on all the plans she'd made, except for lunch. She glanced down at the simple shorts and camisole combo she’d chosen for the day, wishing she had thought to bring a jacket. 

Even though she’d been waiting for Cass, she still jumped when she suddenly came into her line of vision, brandishing an umbrella. She yelped when a cold drop of rain made its way down her spine, pouting at her sister when she gave a cough that sounded like it was smothering a laugh. 

“Betrayal!” she said, smiling sheepishly as she accepted the umbrella and opened it gratefully. “Thanks for bringing me one, I really didn’t think it was going to rain this much.” 

“Damian?” Cass asked, linking arms and holding her own umbrella slightly off kilter to accommodate. Marinette had spent enough time doing video calls and texting with her half-sister that she understood what she was asking. 

“He’s busy, working on his application to move to my school,” Marinette said with a fond smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt just because I didn’t think ahead when I got dressed this morning.” 

“And?” Cass asked pointedly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. 

“...and he may have warned me about the weather but I ignored him,” she admitted, blushing as Cass started to laugh. “In my defence, he said it so condescendingly that I didn’t want to admit that he was right before I left, and maybe said to him that I could handle a little rain.” 

“He does act like that,” Cass said slowly and with a lot of affection. “He loves you.” 

“Well, I don’t know about love,” Marinette said with another blush. “But I really think it’s going to last. Anyway, enough about Damian, let’s see about going to get lunch.” 

They giggled as they walked, Marinette filling the air between them with chatter and keeping it light and airy. The Parisian streets were mostly empty, the occasional person running past them to get somewhere in a hurry. Arriving at the brightly lit restaurant, Marinette led her all the way to a table near the back of the room. 

They finished ordering before Cass excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Marinette contented herself with checking her phone while she waited. Her nose scrunched when she saw that Damian had sent her a message, basically saying that he’d told her so and hoped she wasn’t too uncomfortable in her wet clothes. 

Replying with as much dignity as she could muster, she told him that she was absolutely fine and that she was already at the restaurant. His response was sceptical at best, insinuating that he knew she had been hiding in a doorway for the better part of half an hour. So she shot back a very eloquent ‘Shut UP’, to which he responded ‘Yes, ma’am’, which she assumed was sarcastic. 

“Tell him I say hi,” Cass said as she slid back into her seat, making Marinette squeak and drop her phone on the table. “Cute.” 

“Oh my god, you just scared the living daylights out of-” 

“Marinette! Wow, what are you doing here?” 

Turning towards the noise, Marinette stiffened as she spotted Adrien walking over to their table. It had been two months since Chat Noir had ceased to be and she still didn’t know how to react around him. Cass gave him a narrow look but deferred to Marinette to deal with him, which she appreciated. 

“Well, I’m getting dinner with my sister, Cass. Cass, this is Adrien Agreste, a classmate,” she said, trying to ignore the way he winced at his surname. “Anyway, we were just-” 

“That’s so great! Hang on, I’ll just see if we can come and sit next to you,” Adrien said, turning and calling to whoever he was with and the host to get the seat changed. Marinette sighed and glanced apologetically at Cass who waved her away. 

“Aww, I see you have a different little friend today, Marinette,” Lila cooed as she came over with Adrien to sit down. “Hello, I’m Lila Rossi! I’m one of the models for Gabriel, but I’m sure you knew that.” 

“Who?” Cass said, looking bored and unimpressed. When Lila looked affronted for a moment, Cass turned away from her fully and signed something slowly for Marinette. She’d been practicing over the past couple of months and was getting better but she appreciated Cass going slowly for her. Concentrating hard, she understood the words ‘photo’, ‘liar’ and ‘Damian’, and decided she must be asking if this was the one Damian had mentioned after the photo shoot, so she nodded. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, are you deaf? That’s okay, I’m fluent in sign language,” Lila said cheerfully. She made a bunch of hand movements and Adrien tilted his head slightly in confusion. 

“You cannot sign,” Cass said slowly and with a great amount of annoyance. “We want quiet. Leave us alone.” 

Marinette had to bite her cheek to keep from smiling too broadly at the offended look on Lila’s face. Adrien hesitated for a moment before sitting down and gesturing for Lila to do the same. Thankfully there was enough space between the tables that she didn’t feel immediately crowded by them and smiled back at Cass as their food arrived. 

“You know, it’s such a shame that your friend got bored of you, Marinette,” Lila said just a smidge over the acceptable border of conversationally loud. Cass stiffened again, eyes narrowing as if she was thinking of a thousand ways to make Lila regret talking. “Though I suppose it’s not that much of a surprise, since he’s a Wayne and all.” 

Marinette resolutely ignored her, focusing on Cass and asking quiet questions about Hong Kong and her ballet class in Mandarin. Cass gave her a smile and signed slowly and clearly back at her, making their conversation as private as it could possibly get with the exception of Adrien maybe being able to hear and understand Marinette’s half of it. 

When Marinette glanced over at Adrien because he was staring at her constantly, she had to hold back a grimace at his attention. She almost wished she could have told him to go away right at the start, but they were supposed to be friends. He didn’t know why she was so awkward around him right now, because he had no idea that she’d been the one to take his Miraculous away. 

After a fraught dinner full of snide comments coming from Lila, Marinette excused herself to go to the bathroom in the hopes that it would let her refresh her poker face. She splashed a little water on her face and dried it, psyching herself up to live out the next few minutes before they paid and were able to leave. 

She noticed that a crowd of reporters seemed to have gathered around the front of the restaurant and felt uneasy. Was she going to be photographed with her sister and then have to deal with the papers trying to make up a connection that wasn’t there? She saw the look of satisfaction on Lila’s face and had no trouble believing that she’d called her there. 

“We should head on out before the crowd out there gets any worse,” Marinette said in a whisper to Cass, signalling to the waiter that they needed the bill. He brought it over in record time and Marinette put enough notes down to cover the whole thing, in spite of Cass’s frown. 

“Bathroom,” Cass said immediately, walking away from the table with a small smile and glance towards the door. Marinette turned as well and was stunned to see Damian making his way over to her. 

“Cassandra said you would appreciate being walked home,” he said by way of greeting. At her wide eyes, he took her hand and pulled her towards him. He continued, now murmuring lowly into her ear, “She also said that you were being targeted by the liar and the blond, though for different reasons. Are you alright?” 

“Fine now you’re here,” she whispered back, burying herself in his arms and looking up into his face. Then he surprised her by leaning down and kissing her fully on the mouth, no hint of reservation or shyness. She heard an outraged gasp and a sharp inhale but quickly focused on the boy holding her face so gently. 

When they broke apart, he smiled softly at her, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. She was a little dazed and jumped when Cass rematerialised next to them, smiling just as softly. She signed something quickly at Damian, who nodded and turned Marinette towards the door. Cass followed along behind them both, darting into the street and glaring at the reporters who started clicking their cameras at the three of them. 

Marinette gave a bubbly laugh and held onto Damian’s hand as the three walked along the street, her laughter turning into chatter as she filled the comfortable silence.

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Sibling!Cassinette AU

AO3 - Series Link

Hong Kong

PTA Meeting

Slay

Social Media Snafu

Strike a Pose

Hobbies

Singled Out

Competition

Surname

Afraid of Heights

Training Session

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Day 16! @maribat-calendar-events gives us a prompt of Strike a Pose

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Marinette's day was looking up - she had been suffering relentless teasing from her friends after the article had been shared around. Adrien had taken great pains to apologise that she had been mistaken for his girlfriend again which would have hurt if this had been two months ago. As it was, she was mostly just annoyed that his public relations team wasn't handling it.

But now that school was over, she was looking forward to seeing Damian again. Was she surprised that he was the son of a billionaire? Yes and no - she would challenge anyone not to be a little surprised by a new friend coming from that much wealth, but she had noticed that neither he nor Cass had given his full name. Besides which, he had mentioned that his father owned a company, and if it was big enough to be international…

All of which was to say that she didn't blame them for not telling her. Hell, she hadn't mentioned her own business, although that may change now that she knew they could be discreet. She stood on the steps of the school, checking her phone for any new messages.

“Marinette!” She grimaced internally as she turned towards Adrien. He smiled at her and she wondered how long it was going to take for Damian to come and get her out of whatever conversation Adrien felt the need to have. “Listen, I'm sorry the reporters still have the wrong idea, but I talked to Natalie and she said you could come to the photoshoot today! You know, because you said you wanted to go to one sometime?”

“Oh, um, that's really kind of you but-”

“Adrien!” Lila called out to the blond boy and he tensed slightly when she grabbed his arm. She gave a smarmy look to Marinette who simply rolled her eyes. “We should get going to our photoshoot, we don't want to keep everyone waiting. Marinette, you don't want him to get in trouble with his dad, do you?”

“I was just waiting for someone,” Marinette said coolly. She heard someone call her name and turned automatically. A smile spread across her face as Damian approached the trio, drawing everyone else's eyes to them. “Hey Damian! I'll be with you in just a sec.”

“So, do you want to come to the photoshoot?” Adrien asked, eyes almost pleading as he tried to pull his arm out of Lila's grip. She was ready to say no when Damian interrupted.

“You are Adrien Agreste, are you not?” Two pairs of green eyes met and Adrien seemed to get smaller the longer they looked at each other. Damian finally looked away, almost like he was dismissing the model. He turned to Marinette with a smirk on his face. “There are people who are under the impression that you are romantically involved with him.”

“Don't remind me,” Marinette said, burying her head in her hands. “So you saw the article too, I take it? I'm so sorry they got you involved in all of this. Never mind, we should probably get going, didn't you say you had visitors coming today?”

“Tt, they are already here,” Damian sniffed, glaring at a black car that sat on the street. Marinette could just about make out two dark shapes in the front seat of the car and was immediately curious. “I must apologise in advance, they are exceedingly annoying and have also seen the article. Perhaps I could speak with you privately for a moment?”

“Sure,” Marinette said, fairly certain that she was blushing but powering through it. They stepped away from the others and she waited for Damian to say whatever was on his mind. She also allowed herself to properly drink in the sight of him, noticing that his shoulders were slightly tight and a little frown line marred his usually relaxed brow. “Is everything okay?”

“Tt, I am fine. My obnoxious adoptive brothers arrived this afternoon and have been insufferable in regards to the article,” he admitted, glaring again towards the car she had spotted. “Am I correct in saying that the blond boy is the son of our leading suspect? Because if that is the case, I strongly advise that we accept his offer to accompany him.”

“Ugh, do we have to?” Marinette was only half joking - the idea of watching Lila drape herself over Adrien was no longer as heart wrenching as it once had been, but it was still annoying. She was rewarded with the amused twitch of his mouth and grinned at him cheekily. “Fine, but if I have to suffer through it-”

“Sorry to interrupt but Mari, do you want to come to the shoot?” Adrien had approached them, interrupting Marinette mid-sentence. He looked slightly nervous and even more perturbed about something. “Only we need to get going, so if you want to-”

“Okay, where is it? Damian and I will catch up with you there,” Marinette said, resigning herself to a very awkward afternoon. “Maybe we can straighten out this whole ‘pyjama girl' mess at the same time.”

“It's so crazy that people think that you and Adrien are dating,” Lila tittered, shooting Marinette a smirk. She changed it to a smile as Damian gave her a sharp look, pretending it was a friendly remark. “It's just so unfortunate, you know? I would hate for it to stop anyone who wants to date her eventually. Not that that's a problem right n-”

“Tt, Marinette is perfectly capable of explaining herself and the situation. You have my word that it does not prevent those of us who are interested in her from pursuing her.” Damian stared Lila down, even as Marinette blushed again, a warmth spreading through her chest.

“W-well, we'll get to your photoshoot as quickly as we can,” Marinette said after another beat or two of silence. Adrien nodded, still looking at Damian strangely, and gave her the address. He waved at her awkwardly, following Lila to the car that waited for them. Marinette hardly remembered that they were there, she was so focused on Damian.

“Your friends seem like imbeciles,” Damian said as Adrien and Lila drove away, and Marinette snorted. A smug look flitted across his face and she poked her tongue out at him. He looked like he was about to say more, but just then the doors to the car that held Damian's companions opened and his smirk changed to another scowl.

“Lil D! I thought we were, uh, doing research tonight? For work?” A taller, blue eyed, dark haired man looked over the pair, and Marinette blinked up at him. He blinked back at her and then a smile spread over his face as a squeal erupted from him. “Ohmigosh, you're so cute! Dami, you didn't tell me pyjama girl was so adorable. Hi, I'm Dick.”

“Nice to meet you,” Marinette said, accepting the offer of a handshake. He made a soft noise of delight, and she giggled slightly nervously. “So, you work with Damian?”

“Huh? Oh! No, we're his older brothers,” Dick said, gesturing to the tired looking man who stood behind him. “B didn't want Dami here by himself so he asked us to join up with him after our sister headed home. So, how did you two meet?”

“As interesting as this conversation is, we have somewhere to be,” Damian interjected, stepping between Dick and Marinette. “Since you are both insufferably still here, you may give us transport to our next destination.”

“Sure we can give you a ride, lil D,” Dick said, apparently unbothered by the blatant way his questions were ignored. He ushered the two teenagers over to the car, the tired man grumbling as he followed along behind them. “Dami, you can sit in the front if you want so you can give me directions.”

“Tt, I can give you directions from the backseat just as easily,” Damian retorted as he slid into the car and motioned for Marinette to follow him. As she did, Marinette couldn't help noticing the look the two men shared, the tired one looking more awake suddenly. “Besides which, you should know enough of the area with a navigation system that there is no need for me to give you more than an address.”

The car lapsed into silence as Dick got the address from Marinette and started driving.

_ _ _

Dick sat at the back of the photoshoot, watching with amusement as Damian chatted with Marinette. She had introduced herself properly on the drive and proceeded to give Damian what Dick could only describe as heart-eyes. He had exchanged several glances with Tim to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

But, sure enough, Marinette and Damian had been glued to each other's sides for the entirety of the photoshoot so far. Tim had latched onto the coffee available as soon as Damian had used his name to bully their way past security but Dick had been far too interested in watching the situation unfold to stop him.

Marinette had been chatting with the photographer, an Italian man who spoke loudly and talked a lot about pasta. He heard them mention something about paparazzi and the photographer seemed sympathetic about the fact that Marinette seemed incapable of escaping the spotlight. He had just finished photographing the Agreste kid and his coworker when he snapped his fingers and pointed at her.

“I know just what you need! You need a fresh narrative, from someone less biased. Here, we should take some photos of you with each of the boys in question and then release them with a small article giving the facts! Quickly, come and stand next to Adrien. Miss Rossi, you are finished now ma bella, you may go!”

The girl that had been dealing herself across Adrien shot Marinette a poisonous look but Damian was the one who stepped forward.

“I do not think it is necessary for Marinette to take pictures with Agreste,” he said. Dick's eyebrows shot up but nobody was looking at him so he was free to continue watching. 

Now, Dick wasn't as good as Cass at reading body language, but both Damian and Adrien had pretty obvious facial expressions to work with. The blond had looked pleased when the photographer had dismissed the other girl and offered him Marinette as an alternative, but his face had dropped when Damian had immediately tried to veto the idea.

“Ah, I see! So the article was not entirely wrong about little Marinette's romantic prospects, eh? Do not worry, it will only be photographs that show what a - how did you say it to me, Adrien? Oh yes - what a ‘very good friend' she is. I was thinking perhaps back to back, yes?

“But when she takes her photos with you, if you wish to take a different direction we can,” he finished, pulling Marinette around Damian to place her with Adrien. The friendly effect that he was aiming for was somewhat ruined by the vaguely adoring looks the model kept shooting Dick's apparently prospective sister-in-law. “Adrien, eyes on the camera please!”

The moment the photographer was happy with a photo, Damian stepped forward and pulled Marinette away, throwing an arm over her shoulders almost possessively. The two teenage boys exchanged glares but Marinette was a grinning, blushing mess. 

The photographer thanked Adrien for his time before turning an excited look on Damian and Marinette. By the gleeful look in his eyes, the following photos were bound to be memorable.

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My last installment of Sibling! Cassinette for this year's Maribat BioFamily September is for Day 25: Afraid of Heights @maribat-calendar-events

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jason hadn't expected to arrive in Paris to a parade, but that's exactly what happened. When they got out of the car, fresh off the plane, people were dancing and screaming with joy in the streets. There were quite a few people openly weeping as well, an unnerving sight although most people just cheered when they passed these groups. 

He was even more surprised to spot Robin lurking atop a building, apparently watching the procession. Ladybug was swooping in from the other side of the street and the cheers reached a near deafening level. Ladybug waved enthusiastically before motioning for everyone to quiet down.

“Thank you, everyone! I'm sure you are all every bit as relieved as I am that the threat of Hawkmoth is gone,” she said, her voice brimming with emotions. “I made a promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe, and I meant it. Even now, with Hawkmoth defeated, I intend to keep that promise to you. You may not see me patrolling as regularly, you may think I have gone quietly into the night, but I will be here whenever you need me.”

The crowd cheered again, several people screaming their love for the spotted heroine and she beamed out at them. Jason was impressed at the way she handled the crowd, watching as she launched herself away towards the Eiffel Tower. He watched her all the way out of sight but most people just returned to partying in the streets.

“Come on, we should go get the debrief with Dick and the others,” Steph said, grabbing the back of Barbara's wheelchair for something to do. Jason nodded, dumbfounded, and followed after the pair. Cass was due to arrive the following morning, so the three of them were planning on interrogating Damian about Hawkmoth's defeat.

Back at the suite the three had been staying in for the past month, Tim and Dick seemed just as nonplussed by the abrupt end to their investigation. They stood arguing about whether the other had done something given that no public arrest had been made.

After several minutes, Damian arrived with his new little friend and the arguments cut mid sentence. The girl was beaming and giggling with the little Demon, and Jason was unnerved to see him smiling back at her.

“Bonjour!” Marinette trilled, her eyes bright. “It's a beautiful day, non? Ah, it's so nice not to worry about feeling angry that I couldn't if I tried! It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way. I'm Marinette.”

“Jesus, you're a veritable ray of sunshine,” Jason said, awe obvious in his voice. “How in the hell did Demon Spawn get you to agree to spend time with him, let alone date him? Especially since it seems like you have the option to date a model?”

“God, Jaybird, take it easy,” Dick said, appalled. Tim muttered something that probably agreed with Jason, but didn't press it. Dick turned apologetically to a blushing Marinette. “Sorry about Jason, he has a condition that means his brain doesn't connect to his mouth.”

“Oh, um, it's fine,” Marinette squeaked, the sound muffled by the fingers across her face. “I'm just not used to people talking about us dating yet. You'd think I'd be used to it with all of my classmates giving me a hard time over it but no.”

“They don't approve of Damian?” Steph said, raising her eyebrows. Jason agreed; even though Damian was a little brat he was still a Wayne and most people tended to see that first and his personality second. 

“Oh, no, they think he's way out of my league,” Marinette said, waving her hands. “Which I can't argue with, but that's not the point. What with the two different articles, it's been a hot piece of gossip at school. Plus, I did have a crush on Adrien, a lot of them hadn't realised I was over it a while ago.”

“Tt, he was unworthy at any rate. If he was incompetent enough that he did not notice or return your feelings then you are better off without him. And your friends have it entirely backwards, you are the one out of my league. But I shall do my utmost to be worthy of your affections.”

“Holy shit, since when is Demon Spawn smooth?” Jason demanded, glaring at Dick. The older man looked like Christmas had come early, a happy fluttering happening in the region of his hands. “You've been training him, haven't you,” Jason accused.

“No, there were no puns involved so it can't have been Dick,” Barbara said, amused. Marinette let out a groan, now burying her head in her hands. “Oh, not a fan of puns? Wow, Dames, she's literally perfect. How did you trick her into dating you?”

“There was no trickery,” Damian growled, and Marinette looked over at him, still blushing. The others watched as she took hold of his hand and his glare lessened. “Tt, regardless, we came in here to discuss whether you would like to join us for a celebration at the funfair?”

“You, Mr allergic-to-fun, want to go and spend time at a funfair?” Jason said, nonplussed. Really, he had known that something fundamental had changed with the brat, but this was beyond what he could have imagined.

“Tt, it is not as though I am afraid of heights, it could be quite thrilling to face the likes of rollercoasters,” Damian retorted, rolling his eyes for Marinette's benefit. “Besides which, I am lead to believe that it is more about who you spend your time with, as opposed to what you spend your time doing.”

Marinette gave a bright laugh and pulled Damian out of the suite, calling back for the others to follow if they chose. They all trooped down to the lobby, Marinette walking hand in hand with Damian. They were pulled up short when someone shouted across the lobby.

“Dupain-Cheng, who gave you permission to bring your poor baker girl butt into my hotel?” A blonde girl with a sneer flounced over to Marinette. She seemed to expect her to cower, or apologise but Marinette merely raised an eyebrow. 

“I don't know, Chloé, who gave you permission to look and act like a total troll?” She said sweetly, and Jason choked back a laugh. Tim, being the sleep deprived gremlin he was, gave a giggle. Chloé shot both of them poisonous looks before turning back to Marinette.

“You think you're so smart, just because you managed to get your name in a couple of half rate rags? Please, you're only famous this week and by next week you'll be back in the gutter where you belong.”

“I'd ask if you hit your head, but I'm pretty sure you're lacking the necessary organs to get brain damage,” Marinette shot back, sounding bored. This time even Dick was suppressing laughter, and Steph was shaking with silent giggles. “Listen, Chloé, as…fun…as this is, I have plans. So maybe go sort out your hair - which looks ridiculous by the way, utterly ridiculous - and change into something other than yellow and see if it improves your mood. God knows that I feel better when I don't look like shit.”

“You- how dare you, you insignificant little twerp! And you,” she screeched, rounding on Damian's family with an evil glare. “Do you know who I am?”

“Don't tell me you forgot that too,” Marinette said in mock horror, an exaggerated look of concern on her face. It morphed into a look of smug defiance a moment later. “Seriously, Chloé, go crawl back under whatever rock you were hiding under before. I've said it before but I'll say it again for the dimwitted among us: I am done with your nonsense. Now beat it.”

The blonde girl stomped her foot in frustration before storming off. The Batfamily eventually managed to control their giggles and turned back to Marinette. Jason decided he would be the one to break the silence.

“Okay, I see it now. Welcome to the family, Marinette!”

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Day 24! Officially less than a week left. @maribat-calendar-events prompt of the day is Surname

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Come on, Damian,” Marinette coaxed, holding his hand as they walked along the Seine. “I would love to meet your family, and you said that a few of them have been asking as well. Are you worried they won't like me?”

“Tt, of course they will like you,” Damian replied, bringing her hand up to his lips. She waited for him to continue and he gave a sigh. “My family can be insufferably inquisitive, I do not wish to subject you to them so soon. I find the thought of you choosing to end our relationship deplorable and would like to have a more stable base before unleashing them upon you.”

“You're surprisingly sensitive, you know that?” Marinette giggled, blushing lightly when he smirked back at her. “I've already met Tim and Dick, what worse could the rest be?”

“Tt, Drake and Grayson are objectively the least irritating, excepting Cassandra. Todd is the one I am most concerned about, and at any rate it will interfere with our investigation if we take time out to indulge my family's curiosity.”

“Why do you do that?” Marinette asked suddenly, looking up at him. He squinted at her, and she clarified. “Call them by their last names, I mean.”

“I have done it since I arrived with my father. It was…a way to assert my position as my father's one true son originally. Over time I have accepted that my father adores his strays but I have kept to using their last names.”

“But you don't with Cass any more?” Marinette asked, her head quirked to the side as they continued their leisurely stroll. The tips of Damian's ears turned ever so slightly pink and she immediately wanted to know why. “Damian, pretty please won't you tell me why?”

“Tt, that is because you call her Cass,” he admitted, his blush spreading as she looked up at him. They pulled to a stop just before the Pont des Arts bridge, Damian fidgeting ever so slightly. “I also owe her a debt for introducing the pair of us, and continuing to call her by her surname seemed rude.”

“You are the sweetest,” Marinette said, lifting her free hand up to his face and brushing it against his cheek. He huffed and looked away from her so she reached up and kissed his cheek gently. “No, really, you are. You're so incredible and thoughtful, I have no idea how I got lucky enough that you want to date me.”

“Well, you do carry around a pocket sized deity as a good luck charm,” Damian smirked, laughing as she squawked and slapped his chest lightly. “But if you are serious about wanting to meet the rest of my family, I can think of no further reasons not to.”

_ _ _

After a quick message to Dick, Damian resigned himself to most of his family descending upon Paris to assist with the investigation (and meet Marinette). Bruce graciously said that he would remain in Gotham this time, to ensure that the city was kept safe, but otherwise the rest of the Batfamily were ready to get on a plane.

Damian's work towards finding Hawkmoth had begun to show definite signs of pointing to one person and Damian was impressed once again by Marinette's capabilities. Her intuition had pointed at Gabriel Agreste and all of Damian's further research was heading that way.

To help avoid a bias, Damian had not told his brothers of her suspicions and was vindicated by their drawing the same conclusions. If they were quick, they would be able to inform his family that the threat was neutralised by the time they landed.

As it was a Saturday, Marinette was free to move around the city as she wished. Damian and his family had discussed their options, and all had confirmed that he should work with Ladybug as Robin for the actual takedown of Hawkmoth. 

She had been surprised when he had confessed his secret identity, but had been surprisingly accepting. She admitted that she had suspected something had to be going on given his interest in Hawkmoth and willingness to help her bring him to justice. 

He planned to inform Dick and Tim of his plans, to make sure they had back up if things went sideways, but he was confident that Marinette would be able to defeat Hawkmoth quickly if it was a straight fight.

So it was that later that evening, Marinette and Damian as Ladybug and Robin slipped into the Agreste mansion. Silence permeated throughout the grand house, and Damian was ever thankful that he had been trained in stealth from the moment he could walk.

Their first stop saw them slipping into the assistant’s room. She was fast asleep, although her breathing was laboured and Marinette saw a contraption designed to help the woman walk in the corner of the room. Any doubts either of the two had were snuffed out when Marinette retrieved the guardian’s tablet from the bedside table.

When they didn't find the peacock brooch, Damian signaled for Marinette to follow him along the hall. They stalked along it noiselessly, coming all too quickly to the master bedroom. The door was ever so slightly ajar and Damian managed to push it open just far enough for them both to slip in.

And there they were: the peacock and butterfly brooches, lying on the far bedside table. Marinette froze but Damian moved as quickly and quietly as a bell-less cat. He padded across the room and caught up the jewelry, shooting Marinette a look of triumph as he returned to her.

And then they were scurrying out of the house as though they had never been there. As they shot across the rooftops, Ladybug let out a whoop, laughing almost manically. It was over: she was free.

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Moving onto Day 22: Competition 🥰

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Adrien was having a strange week. Firstly, his very good friend Marinette had been featured in an article, naming her his girlfriend. On the good news side of things, she hadn't seemed too upset by it, maybe mildly frustrated. He didn't remember her being too annoyed last time, but he guessed twice was her limit.

So he had decided to try and make it up to her by reminding her that she had an open invitation to any of his photoshoots. She had seemed so excited to attend one of them when he had talked to her after the TV show at her home, but she'd seemed weirdly reluctant when he offered this time.

Which took him to the second strange thing - Damian Wayne. He had shown up out of nowhere and approached Marinette at the school, delaying her answer about the photoshoot! He had heard the guy was rude, but Adrien had been shocked by just how rude. 

And then! As if that wasn't enough, Damian had invited himself and his two bodyguards into the photoshoot as well! He knew Marinette was shy, so she probably couldn't tell them that they were being super rude, but he also couldn't tell them that!

But the absolute worst part was when Vincent had offered to help Marinette resolve the confusion surrounding the whole ‘pyjama girl’ debacle. When he had suggested that Adrien take photos with her, Damian had been very vocal about his dislike for the idea.

Fortunately, Vincent had insisted that he have photos of both boys with Marinette, and Adrien had managed to fulfill a wish he had kept to himself - working with a genuine friend. Not only that, but he got to work with Marinette, an everyday Ladybug.

He had been so overjoyed to be working with her that he couldn't keep his professional smile in place, but Vincent didn't seem to mind. They did one or two friendly poses - back to back with their arms crossed and sitting down with a book prop or two - and then it was over. 

He stepped aside before Damian could push him out of the way, but it felt like a close thing. He had been curious as to how the poses would compare - Marinette would surely want some of the same poses with her other friend! - but his curiosity turned to apprehension as they began.

Since Marinette was already seated with a book prop Vincent told Damian to pick up the other one. It became very clear that Damian wasn't a professional model despite his good looks, because he hardly listened to a word Vincent said. Instead of looking in the book, he kept staring at Marinette, a pensive look on his face. 

After several attempts to get the boy to listen, Vincent gave up and took a few photos. Marinette seemed to be uncomfortable with the attention, her face flushed and Adrien tried to shoot her friendly looks but she seemed unable to take her focus from the other boy.

When Vincent suggested they change poses, Damian set the book aside with speed and approached Marinette. Adrien watched as she tried to follow the directions but Damian kept messing it up! When he was told to stand next to her, he kept touching her arm. When he was asked to look at the camera, he merely scowled in its general direction before turning his gaze back to Marinette.

Adrien thought Damian was going to snap at Vincent when he suggested some more daring photos. He suggested that they get some props and pulled out the angel wings Marinette had fixed up for them once. She was coaxed into them and then put up onto a faux pedestal, and Adrien admitted that she looked pretty and ethereal.

Clearly Damian thought so too, because he continued to stare at her even as he was positioned a short distance away. Adrien heard the two bodyguards snort as Damian was forced into a pair of devil horns but the haughty boy didn't even seem to notice.

After several more photos and poses, Vincent thanked the pair for their patience. Marinette beamed at the photographer and Adrien felt the familiar warm glow of knowing that his good friend was good at literally everything she tried. 

He tried to go and compliment her for the good work but Damian said something to her in a low voice that made her nod and follow him out of the shoot. It had made Adrien feel uncomfortable at the time and even thinking about it a couple of days later he felt strange.

But Vincent had given him and his public relations team a heads up that the article was being released that morning and Adrien was excited to tell their friends about how well Marinette had done at the photoshoot. By the time he arrived at school, however, most everyone was already talking about it.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed as the dark haired girl walked in. Marinette looked at Alya with a mix of happiness and chagrin. “Girl, how could you not mention doing a photoshoot with Adrien and Damian Wayne?”

“It was a really last minute kind of thing, Als,” Marinette said, blushing slightly. She glanced at Adrien, giving him a small smile that made his insides all warm and fuzzy. “Besides, Vincent didn't let me see how they turned out so I wasn't even sure it would go anywhere.”

“Marinette was such a natural,” Adrien said in lieu of a greeting. “Damian seemed a little aggressive, but that might just be what he's like? I swear, I thought he was going to shove me out of the way sometimes!”

Their conversation was cut short by Madame Bustier’s arrival, and Adrien gave Marinette another smile before sitting down. Or, well, he tried to. But his good friend was smiling softly at her phone and barely remembered to answer roll call.

Immediately after class, Marinette was swept away by Alya who insisted they needed to have ‘girl talk’. Adrien was disappointed; he'd wanted to catch up with Marinette and find out her thoughts on coming back for another photoshoot some time. Begrudgingly, he followed Nino to the library instead.

“Dude, that article was something else!” Nino said once they were settled and Adrien gave him a confused look. Nino sighed as he correctly interpreted Adrien's confusion. “Let me guess, you didn't find time to read it. Here, I already have it loaded up on my phone.”

Adrien took it curiously, greeted immediately by a picture of Marinette and Damian looking at each other from opposite ends. The look on Damian’s face was one Adrien was positive hadn't been present at any point on the day. It was softer, more open than the blond had thought possible of the Wayne heir.

The thing that made his gut pinch, however, was the look Marinette was returning. She had a delicate blush across her cheeks and a bright smile on her, admittedly gorgeous, lips. But her eyes were fixed on Damian, completely ignorant of anyone else in the room. The stuffed animal prop - a cute little black cat! It was one of Adrien's favourites - was forgotten in her hands.

In contrast, the picture chosen for her and Adrien was practically stiff. She was smiling, but it didn't look anywhere near as genuine. They were both looking at the camera, leaning against each other, but it was like there was a distance between the pair. He swallowed against the lump forming in his throat and read the short article.

Photographer gets the truth

Last week, a photo was taken of a young girl and the heir to a billionaire, sparking controversy about the assumed beau of Paris’ favourite teen model. But this week, we get an inside scoop from someone close to Adrien, as well as some photos of the trio.

The girl dubbed ‘pyjama girl' is, in fact, none other than aspiring fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She is famously known as the teen to have won a Gabriel contest, as well as designed for rockstar Jagged Stone. Even Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois is thought to have wanted to take the girl on as a protégé of sorts, although she was not available for comment.

So it's little wonder that she's gained a spotlight of her own and Adrien's personal photographer, Vincent, confirms that she has successfully captured the heart of young Damian Wayne. 

“They were so cute together! They make my heart warmer than mama's cannelloni.”

When asked about the competition for the remarkable young lady's heart, Vincent merely had this to say:

“No, Marinette and Adrien are only very good friends, they have both assured me of that.”

So whilst there's no love triangle here, we wish Marinette and Damian luck in their budding relationship!

Adrien had to read the article twice before he could look away from the phone. Nino seemed nervous for some reason, but Adrien couldn't help going back to look at the differences between the two pictures. With the context that Damian liked Marinette, Adrien could admit that the photo of the pair looked very convincing. 

But Marinette - and the article - hadn't said anything about wanting to date Damian. The thought made Adrien pause and try to examine why he felt a surge of something akin to relief. He was uneasy as he pushed the idea that he was anxious about Marinette dating the broody boy down.

It was ridiculous, Adrien was in love with Ladybug, who was his favourite person in the whole world. So what if his everyday Ladybug wanted to date some rich boy she'd just met? Heck, the guy didn't even live in Paris, so it wasn't like it would last long.

“I'm glad they managed to straighten out the mess that came about from when I wanted to go to the movies,” Adrien said at last. He contained a wince at how lame it sounded, but Nino gave him a shrewd look. But thankfully the DJ just shrugged in agreement before moving the conversation on.

Adrien wasn't avoiding thinking about Marinette's prospective dating. He wasn't. He was just giving space to his very good friend, who he was sure would tell him all about her new friend when she wanted to.

Bonus:

Batfam group chat

Cass: article link

Dickie: oh my god.

Jason: wtf is happening here? Did someone slip something into my food?

Tim: dang, that photographer is good. I thought they were gonna turn out shit, but this one is so classy

Steph: can I go to France next? I gotta meet the girl that makes Demon look like that

Bruce: @ Damian, I expect a full debrief on our next call as to how this was relevant to the search for Hawkmoth

Dickie: oooooh, Lil D, please tell me we have a set of these pictures

Cass: Marinette sent them to me. They are much more tasteful than I thought they would be. The angel/devil pictures are my favourites

Jason: wait. You gotta send me these pictures

Cass. Cass, I know you can see these messages, answer me

What angel/devil pictures

Cass, please.

Damian: Tt, it is none of your business, Todd. Cassandra, please refrain from sending anything further to the team, I shall speak with you this evening if that is acceptable.

Cass: 😈😇 no promises

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Day 17 of Maribat BioFamily September from @maribat-calendar-events has the prompt Hobbies! This is a cute little short thing for Damian and Marinette ❤️

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Now that Dick and Tim had come to Paris, Damian became much more focused on finding the identity of Hawkmoth. He and Marinette often squirreled themselves away in her attic room, theories laid out and Kwamis hovering nearby to help. 

It had taken Damian several visits to get used to the miniature gods, but their insight and experience was invaluable. They had an understanding of the world, and people, that fascinated him and he had a never ending stream of questions for them.

In spite of all of this, he also half-resented their constant presence. Between his brothers and the Kwamis he never had any time to spend with Marinette, which annoyed him because he was growing increasingly impressed (and attached) to the superheroine. 

He wasn't a fool, he knew that he was far from the only one to admire her; at the very least, the annoying catboy constantly flirted with her and he had heard enough from the snake Kwami to be suspicious of a musician that she spent time with. But if he didn't find a way to spend time with her, one-on-one, soon then he feared he would also miss his chance at wooing her.

“-you think?” 

Damian blinked as she looked at him expectantly and he felt a moment of discomfort as he wondered what he had missed while stuck in his own head. When her expectant look changed to a concerned one he felt heat spread up his neck.

“Apologies, Marinette, it appears I allowed myself to become preoccupied by another matter,” he said at last, his flush spreading to his ears when she cocked her head at him. “It is of little importance next to the threat of Hawkmoth. Please, if it is not too inconvenient, would you repeat your question?”

“Oh, um, haha, you know what? It's not important,” Marinette said, oddly flustered. The discomfort in Damian's stomach worsened and he wondered how he had managed to fluster her by apologising. She looked down, a pretty blush spreading over her cheeks before continuing. “It, ah, wasn't actually related to Hawkmoth. I was just wondering if you wanted to take a walk to a local park with me, to take a break, but you're right I'm just being sel-”

“I would like that,” Damian blurted out, stopping her mid-sentence. She looked at him with wide eyes and he tentatively reached out to touch her hand. “I was preoccupied because I was thinking about how to ask to spend time with you without the investigation of Hawkmoth. If you would like, we could make lunch to take with us.”

“I would like that a lot,” Marinette replied softly, flipping her hand to take hold of his own. The ache in his stomach subsided and a new, fluttery sensation settled into it. The room was quiet and Damian absently noted that as an abnormality, but he was much more focused on the girl holding his hand. “I- I really like you, Damian. I hope I'm not being completely out there, but I want to get to know you better. But I understand if it's weird, I mean, we only met because of Cass and she's both of our sister, so-”

“But you are not my sister,” Damian said decisively. He stood and pulled her up with him, keeping her steady as she stumbled. “It would be far stranger if I considered you a sister so quickly. And I would like to get to know you as well, in ways that don't involve a maniac with a penchant for emotionally abusing his victims.”

Marinette laughed brightly and Damian gave a half grin back. They descended from the trapdoor and made their way to the kitchen to prepare lunch, reluctantly releasing each other's hands as they did so. 

Stepping out into fresh air, Damian was pleased when Marinette took hold of his hand again. She tugged him along, chattering and smiling at him. He was carrying the picnic basket she had packed so she was using her free hand to point out the different sights and her favourite places.

When they had settled in the park, she turned to him with a slight frown on her face. He tried not to tense as he asked her what was wrong but felt his shoulders relax fractionally when she pouted at him.

“It's just that I realised that I don't know very much about what you like yet,” she replied, taking hold of his hand and fiddling with his fingers. “And I really do want to know. So, tell me about Damian - what sort of things do you like, do you hate, do you do for fun…just, everything!”

“Hm, I see your point. Well, I enjoy playing video games and swordplay, and painting is a hobby I indulge in regularly. I have several pets and am vegetarian as I own a pet cow and had to save her from a slaughterhouse. The list of things I dislike is lengthy and I am sure we will find out what each of us dislikes over time.

“As for hobbies, I mentioned swordplay but I have a passion for art and spend much of my time outside of other activities painting,” he concluded, looking up at her from beneath his lashes. She was staring at him with rapt attention, as though she was committing everything he said to memory.

“We should go to the Louvre while you're here then,” she said immediately, pulling up the opening times on her phone. “You know, my friend practically lives there, her brother was akumatised once into this knock of Egyptian God. That was when Alya thought she'd be able to work out Ladybug's identity…”

They fell into easy conversation again, still holding hands. Damian hadn't imagined that he would fall in love with Cass’s little sister, or even that she would be tolerable, but he had to admit he was already very attached to her. And by some miracle, she was interested in him. 

His phone buzzed with an incoming message and he scowled down at it. It was Dick, reminding him that they had a family catch up that evening and that he wanted to make sure the three of them were on the same page before reporting back to Bruce.

For now, though, he set it aside and focused on Marinette.