I have to say the most mood lifting thing is when I join a discord voice chat only to find my mutuals blasting Thomas the tank engine but ear rape. Like... why? But also.. the sad.. is.. gone...?
aksjdbjdjdbdb so iāve been craving jason & damian fluff all day and i just binge-read like a whole lot of baby!damian aus because theyāre all cute af and for godās sake i cannot get these two out of my fucking head. so. may i present to you...
a Conceptā¢ ~
jason todd: part-time drug lord, part-time babysitter (but both parts overlap literally all the time lol)
like you have -
Bruce, already running late to a Super Duper Fun Board Meetingā¢ with his hair all mussed up, his pants unbuttoned and baby!dami slung around his neck like a fucking scarf: jason i need you to watch damian
Jason, fully aware of the fact that he was literally just about to leave to go do very illegal, very gang-related things that his family Does Not Know Aboutā¢: how about no
*one hour later*
Jason, decked out in full Red Hood gear holding a two-year old Damian in a cheap, Party City Robin costume āto preserve his identityā: see this kid? this is my kid. you lose him, i kill you. you make him cry, i kill you. you get so much as a speck of dust on him, i kill you. understand?
The poor, unfortunate henchmen tasked with watching Damian while Jason Takes Care Of Businessā¢: yEs siR bOsS siR mR. rEd hOoD siR aYe ayE
*twenty minutes later*
Jason, sitting across from one of his gang members whoās about to piss his pants from fright bc Red Hoodās going Peak Intimidationā¢: so you see, Harold, if i ever find your ugly fucking mug lurking around Gotham High ever again, iām going to shove an AK-47 so far up yourā
Jason, hears the sound of little feet pattering towards the room and immediately curses every god that ever was: *internally* oh fuck
Damian, slams the door open: *screeching* BIG BROTHERRRRRRRR
Damian, toddling over to Jason as fast as his chubby little legs can carry him: big brother big brother!!! wook!! wook!! *shoves his hands in jasonās face* dāyasee dāyasee!!!
Jason, trying to salvage the situation: yeah yeah ās really great squirt, awesome, amazing, go the fuck back where you came fromā
āyouāre not wooking!!!!ā
āokay! okay, what am i looking at?ā
āa rowwy powwy :)ā
Jason:
Jason: *internally* heās just a kid heās just a kid, fucking calm down jason you canāt drop kick a two-year-old into the sun even tho he totally ruined your kick-ass intimidation sessionā
Jason: *externally* jeepers tater tot :) thatās so cool :) :) whatās its name :) :) :)
āher name >:(ā
āsorry, her nameā
Damian: esāmelda. like in the movie! :)
and damian looks so damn proud of himself, jason canāt help but ruffle his hair even tho he totally messed up all of jasonās plans. but THEN. damian turns to harold, who hasnāt been this fucking confused since his high school calc class, and shoves his hands in his face and is like āwook!!! isnāt she pretty!! :))))ā and all he sees is this weird tiny black sphere in damianās sticky baby hands.
Harold:
Jason: yeah harold :) isnāt she pretty :) :)
Harold *sweats nervously*: uh.... yeah?
Damian: you donā... you donā wike her!!! :(
Harold *glancing at Jason whoās tapping the barrel of his gun against the table*: *gulps* yes i do! i totally doā
āyou donā you donā you donā!!ā
āYEAH I DO, SEEā *leans in close to the rolly polly* āhi eSmErELdA iTās niCe tO mEeT yOuā
Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3
It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0
First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.
Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.
"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.
Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.
Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.
His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.
She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?
"Savez-vous oĆ¹ nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.
She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-
A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.
Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.
Talia broke the tense silence.
"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."
"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"
Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!
Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Taliaās attention.
āWell, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.ā
āNo. I donāt know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.ā Jason said vehemently.
"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."
Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybugās(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.
"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.
āLike I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.ā Damian spat out.
"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.
Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?
"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."
The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.
āYes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.ā
The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.
He blinked.
Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didnāt storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.
The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.
What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.
Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.
Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch
"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. āStay still.ā
She then proceeds to place her hands on Jasonās shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.
"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.
"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"
"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."
Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldnāt tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.
Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.
āHow do we get out?ā Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.
āHey, kit.ā A nasally voice called out. āI checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Raās the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you canāt handle.ā
āWhat is that?ā Jason shrieked.
āThanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldnāt insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plaggā, answered Lady, which doesnāt clear up Jasonās confusion.
āSo, Pigtails, whatās the plan?ā The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.
āI was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.ā
āWe need Tikki to get rid of it..ā
āI will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.ā
Damian snorted, āThat sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a āgodā of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.ā
āHave to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.ā Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.
Lady smirked, āIt is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.ā
āWe canāt separate. My mother said there is a curse that will āmake us fall in love.āā Damian said, using air quotes. āYou need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.ā
āFine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.ā
Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I canāt do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.
The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.
āWell, are you coming or not?ā She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brotherās shoulder, āYou doing okay there, demon spawn?ā
āTch, Letās go, Todd.ā Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.
Here Mari was in the watch tower listening to points for both young teams.
"So which team will you join?" someone asked but she had stopped paying attention a long time ago.
"NO."
"No to which?"
"Both."
"What? You need to choose a team." Several of the adults began to pressure her.
"No, I don't because I have no intention of becoming a hero". If they want to push, Iāll push back.
"Come again."
"Been there, done that, next." she rolled her eyes.
"What? When? Where?"
"Wow your only missing Why and How." she rolled her eyes. All she wanted was a warm bath and to go to sleep, because some idiot is messing with time and that is apparently her job now. "Maybe in a few years or in a century I'll want to but right now no thanks."
That finally erupted the table as everyone but herself and Zatanna were fed up with their antics. The words Years, Century, When, and Where were thrown around.
"Mari, Sweetie." Zatanna spoke softly, hugging her. "How are you holding up?"
"Not good."
"Want to tell me what's wrong?"
"I just want to be a normal kid."
"You're 18."
"Fine a normal Young adult."
"You created, built, and run a fashion empire." Most of the room was now listening to them but Mari didn't notice that.
"I want a say in my life!" She desperately screamed. Everyone was quiet so she continued. "I was 13 when I was forced to be a hero, to fight a magical terrorist who could and would use my emotions against me. Without any training, I might add, all for saving a senile old man who didn't look for traffic when crossing the street. I was 15 when I accidentally set 17 gods free from their bindings and was told here are magic powers and oh your immortal, bye. I somehow ended up here not long afterwards. Now I'm here with a pantheon of adults telling me I need to be a hero. And guess what I don't want to be one, I donāt want the pressure, the expectations, or the responsibility. All I want is a choice of how I spend the rest of my eternity."
By the end of her rant she was crying. The fact that the moment she entered this world she didn't think to unload the emotional baggage she had been lugging around. The fact that there were two, technically three, people she could trust and considered friendly speaks volumes. Sure, she knows the heroes, their past, their powers, their villains, but she doesn't know them she knows of them.
Mari has kept this to herself for so long that she broke. I'm crying. Why? When was the last time I cried? When did I last feel something besides numb?
"We're sorry we didn't know."
"No Shit. None of you know me the toe that do are Constantine and Zatanna and even they didn't know what happened to, me before coming here." A dry chuckle escaped her, as she wiped the last of her tears.
"Still, we shouldn't have assumed."
Mari would have answered if Flash wouldn't have picked her up and ran across the room. She peeked around him and saw it. Itās kind of reminded her of a dementor, but since the other magicians couldn't see it, it wasn't a Shroud.
"Oh, it's you again." The figure nodded.
"You can see the Time Wraith?" Flash stared at her in shock because she wasnāt a speedster.
"Uh... Yes?"
"How?" He fired.
"Remember those 17 gods. Yeah apparently the time stream, or speed force as it's called here, became my responsibility."
"What are you two talking about?" The Green Glow stick also known as Green Lantern, Hal she is pretty sure, asks the two of them.
"This." With a snap of her fingers a mist descended on the room. Someone *cough* Green-Glow Stick *cough* shrieked, most got into fighting stances, others simply stayed quiet the moment they could see the Wraith.
"What is that?"
"This would be a Time Wraith." The Flash started to explain. "This is one of the many who police and ensure the timeline stays relatively intact. They are absolutely vicious."
"Yeah I don't know what's going on. It almost looks like it's a puppy." The Wraith disappeared for everyone but her and Flash.
"Where did it go?" Zatanna inquired.
"It's still here. The spell just timed out. I've got to pop out really quick." Mari informed Zatanna. "You speedsters made a mess of the timeline."
"Just come back here. I'll wait for you." Zatanna replied.
"Okay." Was her response as she blipped into the speed force.
---
When she came back a few hours later she was met by her Aunt Zatanna, Batman, and Robin. Oh goody.
"How did It go?"
"I hate speedsters," she slumped into a chair Batman and Robin only watched her but she knew she was being stared down and he seemed to question her, "you want to quirk your brow without the cowl or just keep it on, Bruce."
"Should I question how it is you seem to know both of our identities?"
"Oh, not just the Bats I know almost everyoneās identities whether their slog meant Is good, evil, or even neutral."
"Tt. You mentioned this was a comic book world the first time we met. Can you further explain?"
"Just like it sounds from the world I came from this entire place was fictional, maybe mine is here but I donāt know, since I havenāt looked into it."
"Why wouldnāt you want to know?"
"Because even if I did look into it, it might not even be the one Iām from, the multiverse theory in effect if this work is anything to base that on."
"Why try not go back?"
"There is nothing there for me, nothing tying me there."
"Mari what happened, there." Zatanna broke the Bats' questioning.
"After defeating the terrorist, I accidentally released the mini gods, who granted my powers. But in that world, it isnāt common to have powers or superhuman abilities. I was bullies, by everyone I had once considered my friends, I was disowned by my parents, and outcast thanks to a liar with a silver tongue. When they pushed me down a steep flight of stairs, I used my magic to create a lifeless copy of myself, I broadcast my death to the entire planet and revealed who I was. Then I just let my magic run free which is how I ended up In the Lazarus pit before Deathstrokeās coup."
She sighed in the end finally getting it off her chest.
"Why donātā¦"
"Father donāt you dare think about it." Damian all but demanded.
Mari started laughing so bad she fell out of her seat. "You know there is a theory from where Iām from that you are a serial adopter. "She couldnāt help the giggles that escaped her. God when the last time was, she laughed. It felt good.
Seeing Bruce with a ghost of a smile and an annoyed yet snug grin on Damianās face, maybe being around heroes might not be so bad.
enola holmes had no business being as good as it is. feminism? a black woman calling out sherlock for āpolitics is boringā being a privileged as fuck take? enolaās companion is a teenage little himbo-in-training who likes flowers and plants? mycroft is a bitch? extraordinary. academy award worthy.
Day 1 (Pt. 1),Ā Day 2,Ā Day 3 (Pt. 2),Ā Day 6 (Pt. 1),Ā Day 8 (Pt. 2),Ā Day 9,Ā Day 11 (Pt. 1),Ā Day 12, Day 13,Ā Day 15 (Pt. 2),Ā Day 16,Ā Day 17,Ā Day 19,Ā Day 20,Ā Day 21 (Pt. 3),Ā Day 22,Ā Day 23, Day 25 (Pt. 5),Ā Day 27,Ā Day 28,Ā Day 29,Ā Day 30.
this is such a random idea but imagine: 11 year old Damien seeing 15 year old Marinette transform into Ladybug. Or detransform. This girl who took his moody ass preteen agnst with a smile and offered him cookies and fenced with him and was actually almost decent. This girl who, upon the class/school being kidnapped by X Rogue Gallery Villain (Probably the Riddler. Or Penguin. Someone low-key not going to murder her. but thatās not the point.) Sacrificing herself up to deal with whatever weird mind-games they had in store, giving Damien time to contact Bruce. This girl who then kicked ass and took names and reversed the damage but still checked on everybody else.Ā
Damien thinks about the Hero Rules his father has tried to instill in him. Thinks about Marinette. Ignores her frantic freaking out and trying to explain and just. Takes her hand. Takes her back to Wayne Manor.Ā
āWe have a sister now.ā
āholy shit its fucking GENETIC. BRUCE. BRUUUCE! THE DEMON SPAWN KIDNAPPED A GIRL!ā
āhe wHAT?!āĀ
And Bruce is like. Damien. Son. You canāt just kidnap girls, no matter how much you like them. Or how heroic you think they are. Heās sure her family, the family sheāll be going back to in a few weeks, the family in PARIS, will miss her.Ā
And somehow Damien weasels in visits? Back and forth? And Marinette coos over him bc he didnāt really spill her secret like she asked and sheās very grateful and Damien is adorable. She likes her new baby brother.Ā
Jason wonders what the hell kind of powers Mari has to reign in the Demon Spawn into something vaguely resembling a real human child.Ā
Tim is looking between Damien, Bruce, and Marinette, and wondering if it is, in fact, genetic. This is just kinda suspect.Ā
Dick is cackling like HELL YEAH NEW SISTER! BABY BRO AND BABY SIS HEāS SO READY! LETS BOND!
Alfred just sighs but takes it in stride. Mentally starts picking out Mariās new room and costume. Though apparently she designs? Perhaps sheāll convince the family to have a costume revamp. (She absolutely does. Their costumes offend her delicate sensibilities.)Ā
Also Damien just shows up and commends Tom and Sabine on raising Mari and theyāre? Confused? But okay.Ā
They have a son now. They feed him all the things.Ā
Damien also gets the Rooster Miraculous when heās in Paris so he can run around with Ladybug. And kicks Chat in the shin. Often. Thatās HIS sister, donāt flirt with his sister! This is completely unprofessional. Robin would make a much better Chat Noir. Replace him.Ā
Mari is just long suffering. Bundles up her baby brother and gives him lots of snuggles while he pouts and protests. He is a mighty assassin! He does not need sisterly affection! ā¦ Though science shows that hugs are proven to increase serotonin levels so he SUPPOSES she can continue. He needs all the good feelings he can in Paris.Ā
Chat wonders where the hell this little bundle of feathers came from and if his Lady will be mad if he tosses him off the side of the Eiffel Tower.Ā
Note:Ā If you had read the original version on my website, I totally did not rewrite this entire part just to avoid a fight scene.Ā
The mission was simple: save the two idiot exchange students that donāt have any common sense. It was a frustrating task to even track them down. Base on the footage from security cameras and likely villains who are crazy enough to start drama, it is very likely that the dumb and dumber are safe but being hold over a pot of acid, fire, or water will killer animals. Who knows?
Marinetteās life had gone downhill fast. After the incident where Lila got her expelled, Marinette tried going to her friends again. She had spoken with her friend, Damian about what was going on. He was furious that this lying harlot had caused so much trouble for his friend. After talking with Damian, she thought this time, they would believe her. Lila had admitted that she had a ālying diseaseā to get Marinette back in school. So, the two friends had thought that would be enough to get her class to listen to her. But they had been wrong.
I think Iām addicted to drawing older Marinette/Ladybug, guys š° TRAGIC, I know š¤£
Anyway, here are some practice sketches I hadnāt posted on social media yet. The first three were drawn on the iPad; the fourth one is my āDiscordant Sonataā design for older Lila, drawn with an orange gel pen on sketchbook paper. (Sorry about the picture quality, it was taken with my phone)
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