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Roy, talking about Marinette to Jason: So, your sister? Is she single?

Jason:

Jason: Do you have a death wish?

Roy: What? No-

Jason: Because if you even think about my sister. I’ll decorate the wall in my apartment that she thinks look to bland with the modern art that I call your brain shot out of your head.

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A Moment in Time: Ch 5

When Marinette finally started to tune back into the world around her, they were upstairs. When she looked around, she realized that it wasn’t late afternoon anymore, but it was early evening. The lights outside the window glowed in the darkness, and a light rain was falling. Shaking her head, Marinette forced herself to focus on what was going on in the small sitting room of the apartment. Jason was still next to her, and Nona Gina was perched on the side of the chair opposite them.Her parents were sitting on the couch, looking at her in concern. “I…. what did I miss?”

“Welcome back, dear. Don’t worry, there weren’t too many stories making their rounds.” The girl flushed before turning back to her brother. “what did you- “ “Don’t worry, Chrys. I didn’t tell them any of the good stories. I just filled them in. It’s not every day that a strange guy comes in and starts hugging their kid.” She scowled at him before nodding. “ok.” “Marinette, why didn’t you ever tell us about Jason? If we had known…” The siblings cringed. “I… um.” Jason snorted as he glanced at her. “Tom, do you remember how we were talking earlier? Systems weren’t to be trusted.” Marinette nodded, staring at her feet. “I didn’t think you would care, at first. No one else had. Then, I had been here for too long, and I didn’t know how to explain why I didn’t say anything. And then, then Jason…” Understanding flashed over her brother’s face. When she glanced around the room, she saw her parents looking at her, sadness obvious in their eyes. But not disappointment. Good. As she look around the room, her brother’s eye caught her own. Even with 11 years of separation, he was able to read the mischief in her eyes. He smirked at her, and Marinette mirrored his grin. “Marinetta…” Apparently, her grandmother knew what she was thinking as well. “Nona?” although her tone was innocent, it was clear that she knew exactly what her grandmother was thinking. Her father narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t going to do anything!” Jason snorted and bumped her shoulder with his own. “Hey kid, she’s got you there.” the teen huffed as everyone around her laughed again, and finally, the tension broke in the room. As they sat there, her Papa looked over at her, and Marinette froze. “Papa-” “So! Jason! Do you have any stories of little Marinette? What kind of trouble did the little flower get into?” Her Nona light up as she realized what Tom was asking. “Yes! Bambino! Tell us, what trouble did little Marinetta create?” Jason grinned, and Marinette’s eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. “well, one time, Marinette tried to sneak on a plane.” Her father choked and whipped around to look at her, Maman narrowed her eyes, and Nona cackled. “I’m sorry what?” Ah, her papa was the one to finally respond. “Marinette!” “HAHA! I knew you had it in you, Marinetta!” “Jason! Did you have to tell them?” He smiled at her, “Well, did you expect me to do anything else?” Marinette huffed. “Nona, how do you know Jason?” her brother shot her an evil eye, obviously keyed into what she was doing. “no, no, let's go back.” Her papa broke in before Nona Gina could start explaining. “HOW did you sneak on a plane?” Marinette groaned. Her brother laughed as she turned bright red. “What do you know about airport security?” “in the United States, isn’t pretty standard?” “well…yes. But, not in Gotham.” Marinette snorted while Jason tried to explain the Gotham City airport. “Papa, the Gotham City Airport was shut down 10 years ago. The security protocols there were absolutely horrible. They couldn’t handle normal criminals, not to mention the rouges. I was dared to sneak on the plane. The security is a joke.” The three non-Gothamites gaped. Marinette shrugged at their shock. Finally, her papa shook his head. “Mari…where did you even LEARN this?” “Papa, you have to remember how tame Paris is compared to Gotham. I don’t have the need for many of the skills I picked up while I was a kid. Plus,” here the girl sent her brother a side glare again. “I felt safe here.” “wait, go back. What happened when you tried to sneak on the plane? Did you get caught, Marinetta?” the siblings shared a look. “there was a Joker attack. I knew better than to get in the way. I took advantage of it, got the proof I needed, and left.” “what you needed? For what?” “oh, you know, I had a bet that I needed to win. I got the proof I needed to prove that I got on the Jet and left.” Jason paused suddenly. “wait. Did you say Jet?” Marinette sniggered. She had never told her brother exactly WHOSE plane she had snuck onto. She shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “Yup! Eddie

The two women moved to the kitchen, moving in a rhythm that spoke to how often they spent time together in the room. As they worked, they quietly worked through what had happened over the last few days. “are you sure that you are alright, Marinette? I know that when you joined us, it was hard on you. I understand if you…if you..” the girl set down the mixing bowl that she had been cleaning to walk across the kitchen and give her mother a hug. “yes, today has been hectic. Our lives are crazy as it is, and they will be until Hawkmoth is defeated. But I love it here. I love you; I love Papa. I love our crazy eclectic family.” By this point, Sabine had wrapped her hands, still covered in flour, around her daughter's waist. She smiled as the girl continued. “I may have grown up on the streets of Gotham, but I became the person I am because the two of you took your time and cared. You and Papa have taken the success of the bakery, and instead of opening another location, you opened your hearts. You may not be my biological mother, but I don’t need you to be.” Her Maman pulled back to look at her, a smile on her face as she looked at the girl who she had claimed as her daughter. “oh, Huā, I, you” the small girl simply hugged her mother tighter. “I don’t need family that I share genetics with. I have all the family I need right here, right now.” “even if now, you know that you could have been adopted by Bruce Wayne?” the girl snorted. “Maman, Bruce Wayne let Jason almost get himself killed. I think I am much better off here in Paris.” Both women laughed at that before her Maman looked at her again. “how do you know that Jason almost died? He told us earlier, but you weren't exactly…” “Oh!” the teen’s face turned bright red. “I kept an eye on Jason. I have an ongoing hack of the GCPD.” Sabine froze before snapping up to gape at her. “YOU WHAT.” The look of shock on her face made the girl giggle. “I figured that if he was getting into trouble I would be able to see what was going on better that way. Of course, there is that other hacker…they keep pushing me out. But it's fine. Whoever they are, they are always a step behind.” “Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” the girl smiled innocently. “I am disappointed in you! If you had asked me, I could have helped!” the two laughed together as they separated and moved back to their respective tasks. Marinette hummed, as she moved from the sink to where she has set up. “They need a new hacker in Gotham. I’ve been hacking whoever it is since I was 8. It’s been back and forth, back and forth. I would love to meet them someday. That hacker, they go by Oracle from what I can tell, has taught me more about hacking than anyone else.” Sabine smiled at her daughter as she rambled on about the hacker. “Marinette does that mean that you were doing this since before you came to live with us?” the girl flushed. “I…yes Maman. When I lived in Gotham, there was a girl who spent almost as much time in the library as I did. Before she got a job there, she would teach me how to do all sorts of crazy stuff on the computer. Once…once she told me that if I knew how to work a computer, how to make it sing, that I would always have a way to support myself. She got a job there, at the library, right before everything happened. I hope she’s doing well. I liked Miss. Barbra.” Her Maman chuckled. “you don’t keep an eye on her?” the teen shrugged. “I don’t remember her last name. I do know that if I ever meet her again, I want to give her the best hug in the world. She was…she was the angel I needed.” Marinette smiled, as she began to plate dinner, her Maman passing her food to add as they worked.

Soon the two women were moving all the food to the table and calling the others to join them. While Sabine directed the three into seats and gathered drinks, Marinette rose to gather the plates needed for the group. Once everyone was sitting, Nona Gina began asking more about the stunts that Marinette had pulled when she was younger. “now, Jason, tell me. What else did my little Marinetta do? There must be more stories where the first came from.” The teen blushed while Jason snorted. “oh, there definitely are Gina. Did you know that she pissed off the bats enough that Robin was scared of her?” all four adults turned to look at the small girl who was hiding in her food and imitating a tomato. “How exactly did she do that?” her papa was looking at Marinette in shock. As far as he knew, his little girl was a friendly little thing who was insanely smart and had a love for gymnastics. “The Bats are just wimps,” the girl started. She smiled to herself, as she thought about the vigilantes that had inspired the code she used as Apate. “We’ve been over this.” Her Nona shook her head. “Marinetta, why was Robin scared of you?” the girl groaned and buried her head in her arms. “I…may have tricked him into thinking I was a magic-user. It was a DARE! How was I supposed to say no?” Jason laughed at her plight. “The kid started loudly calling Robin names and when he came to stop her I beat him in a fight. He thought he was fighting a specter.” The older woman studied Jason with a knowing look that confused Marinette. “it is one of the proudest moments of my childhood.” Here, Jason grimaced. Mariette knew that whatever had gone through his mind was something that she would have to pry out of her brother later. “although it’s always a good day when you can mess with the Bats.” When Jason said that Sabine’s face lit up. “Marinette. I do wish you had mentioned your brother to us. It’s truly a waste that Bruce Wayne got him instead. We would have had so much fun.” When Jason glanced at her, confused, the teen burst out laughing. “Jason don’t worry too much. Maman just likes to scare people.” As she said it, all three of the bakery’s residents worked to keep the knowledge off their faces. (Although Sabine herself was a wonderful person, her family had ties to the Mob in China. Very strong ties. Sabine herself could be considered a one-woman army. She had moved to France to earn a degree in Paris while setting up operations, fallen in love, and never left. Dupain men had a thing for strong women.) “it’s really Nona’s friends that we have to keep an eye on. Now at least she keeps them out of Paris.” The teen held back a small victory cheer, as her brother’s attention was diverted from her mother. The two traded small smiles as he tore into her Nona about not protecting herself, and therefore her family, when she was traveling. As he was wrapping up, Sabine turned to Marinette. “Mari, darling. Are you sure we can’t keep him.” the joke was clear in her voice. As the family laughed, Jason looked between them, confused. “no, Maman. Jason had other things he has to do. He can’t be the new and improved muscle for the bakery.” Her Papa’s offended “hey!” could be heard in the background. “Besides, Jason was the one to teach me to avoid CPS and the GCPD. Everything I know? He knows better. He would be able to escape your clutches before the end of the day.” Sabine made a face at her, and the teen made a face right back. “plus, I bet the only reason Mr. Wayne adopted Jason in the first place was that he did something very stupid..” The older woman huffed from her place across the table. As Jason watched the two, he cleared his throat. “I…am right here? And... Hey, wait! What do you mean something very stupid?!” the rest of them laughed as Jason looked around in offense. Marinette raised an eyebrow. “was I wrong?” “well, no! But-” “Then don’t complain, brother. I know you. No matter how long we’ve been separated.” Tom laughed at her response. “well, I’m glad that we have you as our daughter, Marinette. Even if you could have been the

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Damian, nervously: Hey Marinette, would you like to get lunch with me sometime?

Jason, jumping in front of Marinette out of no-where: Your application has been submitted and is pending board approval.

Damian: Wait, wha-

Jason, raising his shotgun: DENIED!

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A Moment in Time: Ch 6

MASTERPOST

At dinner, Gina regaled them with stories of her adventures with Jason. When Tom expressed his surprise at some of the things Jason had tagged along on the Gotamite laughed.

“you do know the only reason Bruce got me was because I was caught stealing the tires off the Batmobile, right?” Marinette choked, snapping to lock eyes with her mother.

“I told you he did something stupid.” The woman laughed in agreement, while Tom studied the young man in front of him.

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A Moment In Time: Ch 1

a rewrite, but expanded. this is the first section. I'm going to try to catch this up with my AO3, so if you head over there, it's up to speed.

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Marinette was running late to school when she met him. She ran into the boy and stumbled back, flailing to catch herself before she fell. He looked down at her owlishly, before looking around. By the time he had returned his gaze to her, the teen had pulled herself back together. He smiled and nodded at her, before moving to go around. When Marinette had pulled herself together enough to call a short “Sorry!”, He was already gone.

That was three weeks ago. Now, she was looking at a picture of their interaction where it glared at her on the front page of the newspaper that Jagged had sent her.

When Marinette had received the package, she had been confused. Jagged wasn’t supposed to send her another demo for a few weeks. They were still working on singles. When she had opened the box and found five different American publications with her on their front page, the teen designer had shrieked. With shaking hands, she had picked up the top one and studied the headline.

HAS BRUCE WAYNE’S WARD FOUND PARISIAN LOVE?

The bold text was catching, sure, but Marinette was caught on WHO it was placing her with. Someone she had never met. The second one had a picture of her next to Jagged at an event, and a picture of the boy next to a blonde girl. The headline wasn’t much better than the first.

TIMELINE OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MDC AND THE HEIR TO WAYNE ENERPRISES.

The teen snorted. She was starting to see the pattern. Putting the tabloid down the girl moved onto the next one. This one had, once again, a zoomed in picture of the five second interaction between her and a stranger. The title, however, was different than the first two.

ALL OF BRUCE WAYNE’S CHILDREN, AND THE INSIDE SCOOP ON HIS NEWEST DAUGHTER

She squinted, laughter bubbling up a little as she observed the piece of fiction. Whoever the Bruce Wayne was, Marinette hopped that he was able to combat this, because she had no intention of letting this fly.

As she stood there, trying to hold back laughter at the absurdity of the headlines, the teen pulled out her phone and started an email to her lawyers. Sure, usually they would spend time helping her with contracts and NDAs, but they had encountered slander before. The last time, it had ended with Lila Rossi paying her quite a bit of money. This time, she was sure that her team would be able to go even further. After all, Lila was small potatoes compared to these tabloid companies, and although her pseudonym was well known, Marinette was a minor.

Just as she sent off the email, the young designer could hear her parents emerging from the bakery below.

Tim and Bruce were staring at the pile of papers in surprise. When Jared had reached out to them in a mild panic, they had been confused. His panic had been explained when the rocker had arrived carrying a stack of tabloid literature a foot thick.

When he had thunk’d the stack down on Bruce’s desk, the businessman’s shock had been more than notable. When Tim had picked up the first few publications the initial look on his face was mirth, but it quickly morphed into shock, then panic. When he handed the top item to Bruce, the older man frowned. When the second pamphlet made its way to his hands, Bruce paused. His next move was to call the Wayne family lawyers. When he turned back to his old friend, all the faces in the room told the same grim tale of what was to come.

When Tim found out that it was Jared’s niece that he had accidentally run into in the brief moment in Paris, he wasn’t sure whether he should be more stressed by it, or if it was by pure luck. When Bruce’s friend went on to explain that the girl would probably already suing the reporters and papers that had published the rumor, the young CEO was impressed. To have a lawyer on hand like that was…surprising, considering that she couldn’t be older than 18.

When he asked the rocker if he thought the girl would let anyone go after her, he laughed. Then, Jared Stone explained that the girl was known in Paris for squishing rumors with surprising efficiency.

That evening, Bruce invited his childhood friend home for dinner, and the star spent the evening telling stories of their capers as children, with Alfred grimacing in agreement with the stories. Partway through dinner, Jared’s phone went off. While the rest of the family tensed, glancing to Alfred, their guest frowned at his phone before rushing to answer. “Hey Little Rocker! How’s Pari- oh. So, Penny was more efficient then I thought she’d be. I- yes I figured that you may want to hear. Do- No! Marinette, what!” here, the man paused, his head cocked to the side, his eyes screwed up in thought. “No luv! Sue them within an inch of their lives! You more than have that right.” Here, the rocker paused before he laughed. “Tell that buzzing bee of yours that she’s a good friend. Alright, Miss Mari. I’ll ring you when I’m back on that side of the Atlantic.” He laughed again, “See you soon, Marinette.” The table stayed quiet, waiting for the man to give an indication on the status of the conversation. “Well, Brucie, expect to hear from my niece in the next few day, or at least, her team of lawyers.” the Wayne patriarch blinked before nodding in hidden surprise.

When the family was talking during patrol that evening, Red Robin grumbled. “I don’t see why we need to continue to talk about this. The press are vultures. Done.” Oracle laughed at him over the coms.

“Red, we love you. We do. But the situations you get yourself in are ridiculous. Your turning into B.”

“O, I hate you all. I really do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How about we get back on track,” called Spoiler. “I want to hear, from the beginning, what exactly happened.”

“Spoiler, you just want to watch me tell the tale in all its horribleness” across the roof tops, Spoiler turned to Red Robin and smirked.

“You know it, Red.”

“fuck you, Spoiler.”

“hmmmm, no”

“wait what?” Red Hood’s voice broke through the channel. “what did the bird boy do this time?” Red Robin huffed as he used his grapple to move to the next rooftop.

“I’m not telling this again, Hood. Ask B.” Hood snickered over the line.

“aww. Little Red. Did you get into trouble?”

“Hood, can you NOT?” Red Robin landed closer to Spoiler, who was looking over the ledge, watching a collection of teens circle each other.

“O?” Spoiler called, interrupting the banter between the other vigilantes, “can you check into the area near Red and I? I think we have an issue.” Red Robin sighed in relief as his family dropped the topic, although he knew he wouldn’t live it down for quite a while.

A/N

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A Moment in Time: Ch 4

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Jason cradled his little sister. The small girl was trembling. The couple that she had been working behind the counter with were giving him concerned glances, and Gina was fulling staring at him in surprise. He steadied himself, before clutching her even tighter. It had been years, but he would know those eyes anywhere. He glanced down at the small girl and was met with the far too familiar sight the sight of Chrys clinging to him, hiding her face in his clothes while trying to not cry. With hesitant hands, he began to rub her back. She let out a small, involuntary, sob and clung tighter to his jacket.

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A Moment in Time

ok, so. a little disclaimer before we get into the good stuff. Cannon is in no way whatsoever being followed in this. honestly? im not even sure that i REMEBER cannon at this point. that said, cannon is non applicable. at. all.

moving on. YES, i WILL finish B!DBWM stuff eventually. but uh...not today. i just mentally cant. it. will. come. when. my. brain. can. handle. the. world. that. i. had. tailored. for. it.

ALSO this is going to be kinda sporatic, but the goal (not end all be all but) is to have this wrapped in a pretty little package and finished (at least on my end) by the end of february.

and now....onto the stuff you came here for!

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That was three weeks ago. Now, she was looking at a picture of their interaction, where it blared on the front page of the newspaper that Jagged had sent her. When Marinette had received the package, she had been confused. Jagged wasn’t supposed to send her another demo for a few weeks. They were still working on singles. When she had opened the box and found five different American publications with her on their front page, the teen designer had shrieked. With shaking hands, she picked up the top one and studied the headline.

HAS BRUCE WAYNE’S WARD FOUND PARISIAN LOVE?