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verymuchimmortalcat · 3 years

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Maribat March Day 13: Reverse Robins

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Their Ages:

Damian: 25

Tim: 19

Steph: 18

Cass: 17

Jason:17

Dick: 11

Marinette: 8

Jason had a plan to bring Tim home for the holidays. Tim hadn’t responded to the invitation that Bruce had sent him. It didn’t necessarily shock anyone but Marinette had been really upset. She adored her second eldest brother and on the rare occasion Tim was in the Manor or the cave, he was always accompanied by the eight-year-old who followed behind him chattering on about whatever she had found interesting.

Tim was probably given the same place as Dick had. Though everyone had accepted that if Marinette had a favourite it would be Cass. Which was understandable.

It was funny how Dick had latched onto Damian and Marinette with Tim. The two of them had somehow managed to get attached to the two brothers, whose rare interactions usually ended in arguments.

His plan was simple. Take Marinette with him on patrol and go to one of Tim’s safe houses. Let her use her puppy eyes on him and if that doesn’t work, Jason can probably bribe him with Alfred’s food. Jason’s sure they won’t have to resort to bribery. He’s seen the Damian Wayne give in to her puppy eyes. (Cass had managed to take a video and had sent it to Jon, who sent it to the rest of Damian’s friends. Damian had taken to threatening to stab anyone who brought it up but none of them took him seriously.)

All he had to figure out now, was how to sneak her out on patrol with him. Dick had started his training but Marinette had decided she was going to help Steph and Alfred with comms and whatever little help she could provide around the med bay. It was adorable. But none of that helped with getting her out of the house, even if he picks a day where he’s on solo patrol, Alfred would notice that Marinette was missing.

In the end he tells Alfred he’s taking Marinette to talk to Tim. Alfred agrees, probably because its weird to see the most cheerful person in their house being gloomy. Even Bruce had tried to distract her to help her feel better. Not that it had helped.

He tells Marinette about his plan and she agrees. Tim doesn’t show up in the cave in the days after he tells Marinette of his plan. He seems to be avoiding the family completely in fact. He’s sure Marinette’s noticed too. Marinette gets more and more excited before his next solo patrol. The day he tells her they’re going; she’s practically bouncing in excitement. The whole family notices but doesn’t say anything, glad to have their ray of sunshine back. Jason thinks Cass knows and isn’t saying anything but he isn’t in a hurry to find out. For all he knows Marinette might’ve just told her.

He stays behind in the changing rooms for a while. And once he’s sure everyone’s left and he comes to grab Marinette, he realises Dick is still there. Dick will definitely notice his sister’s disappearance but he might tell Damian if they tell him where they’re going. And if Damian shows up, Marinette’s pleading or not, they weren’t going to achieve anything. Thankfully, Dick heads back up a while later, he must have been tired out by his training.

Jason hands Marinette a domino mask and takes his bike. He knows better than to grapple around Gotham City with a child. Steph just smiles at them as they scurry across the cave. He’s not shocked, if Cass knows than Steph definitely knows. At this point he’s just glad Marinette didn’t tell Dick.

They head to the safehouse Tim had been in the last time. Hopefully, Tim’s there. Jason doubts he’s gone on patrol, since he’s been trying to avoid the rest of them, he’s probably just working on case files.

Tim is there. Jason parks his bike in an alleyway and hands Marinette the mask solvent. She removes the mask soon enough and they go to find Tim. Marinette knocks on the door. Jason behind her, hidden in the shadows. The door opens to reveal Tim with a scowl on his face looking straight ahead, and before he can make out Jason in the shadows, Marinette hugs him, joyfully squealing, “Timtam!”

Tim looks down, bewildered, at the tiny kid that has currently wrapped herself around Tim.

“Marinette? What are you doing here?”

Still clinging on, she continues to speak happily, “Jayjay brought me.”

Looking up Tim spots him immediately, stepping forward, Jason offers him a sheepish grin.

Tim narrows his eyes at him, “why are the two of you here?”

Jason ignores his question and says, “we should head inside, don’t wanna bring attention to ourselves,” gesturing to his costume. And Jason walks into the apartment, steadily ignoring Tim glaring daggers behind him. Marinette has stopped clinging onto Tim and is skipping into the house dragging Tim behind her once he shuts the door.

Marinette goes back to hanging off of Tim like a monkey once he comes to a standstill.

“Mind telling me why the two of you are here?”

“Don’t look at me, Pixie was the one who wanted to talk to you.”

He looks at Marinette, who offers him a blinding grin. Tim melts a little and sits down, Marinette now having settled on his shoulders. He can’t wait to check out the footage from his mask later. This is going to hilarious. Gotham’s scary anti-hero caving under grins from his littlest sibling.

Marinette cuts to the chase, clambering of his shoulders, she sits cross legged on his lap, eyes wide and pouting. Jason stifles his urge to giggle. She looks up at him, and says sounding so sad that Jason wants to wrap her up in blankets and eat chocolate until Alfred scolds them, “Bruce said you’re not coming to the Manor next week.”

“I- what?”

She sniffles, and damn is Jason impressed, “for the holidays, Damian came home yesterday, Jon will be there next week. Cass and Steph are both there, B’s taken the week off from work. You’re the only one not coming.”

He’s still staring at Marinette with wide eyes, and a confused face. But he sounds perfectly collected when he says, “And do the others want me there?”

She gives him an indignant look, “Of course they do, why would they send an invitation if they didn’t want you there?”

“I don’t know,” he says, phrasing it as a question.

“Great, then you’re coming,” she says happily.

“I am?”

Jason almost feels bad for Tim. Almost. He’s not physically hurt, the worst thing from this encounter would be when Jason sends his mask footage to Tim’s friends as revenge for the whole trying to kill him thing. Marinette’s going to develop a reputation of getting grown heroes (or anti-heroes in this case) to cave under smiles before she meets any of them.

Marinette continues cheerfully, “yup. It’ll be so much fun. Alfred promised he’s gonna make everyone’s favourites. Yours included. And then the gifts. Don’t forget to get gifts, by the way.”

“Uh…sure.”

They’ve been out for at least two hours, if they don’t leave now, they might not make it back to the cave before the others do. Before Marinette can start on another tirade, he interrupts her, “We’ve gotta go now, if we don’t wanna be grounded.”

Marinette pouts but she gets up. She hugs Tim one more time and makes him promise that he’ll be there the next week. She skips out of the apartment happier than Jason had seen her all week.

They reach the cave before the others. Marinette informs Alfred and Steph that Tim agreed to come and Alfred ensures her that he’d take care of the necessary arrangements and that he’s glad that she convinced Tim to join them. She casually says, “he thought we didn’t actually want him here, that’s silly. Of course, we want him here.” She misses the sudden pain in Alfred and Stephanie’s expressions

Steph puts a hand on the bouncing Marinette’s shoulder, “maybe you should keep reminding him.”

Marinette looks at her and nods gravely, “ok.” She yawns then and Alfred sends her up to bed. Telling her she’s had a long night. Marinette wishes them all good night and rushes up the stairs.

The next morning Marinette informs the others, that ‘Timtam’ will be joining them and they have to get him a gift. No one provides Bruce with an answer when he asks how she knows, even though Jason’s sure all his siblings know by now.

True to his word Tim shows up the next week. He leaves at the end of the week. But Marinette and Jason now have an established system. It takes Tim, three more times of the same process before he catches on. He’s not immune to it though. So, every time Tim turns away from their “family bonding” Jason takes Marinette to whatever safe house he’s in and Marinette talks him into coming. Eventually they don’t need to do that and Tim just agrees the first time.

Being Dick's sister, she's been performing most of her life, she'd be able to pull off the whole fake tears thing..

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rainbow-okapi · 4 years

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Binder Breaks

Damn Jason and his stupid fucking face. Damn his fucking thighs. Just staring at him made his boyfriend's blood boil. It wasn’t fair he had such intimidating eyes or how Jason could throw him around however he pleased; which is exactly how they got into this situation in the first place. Being on the bathroom floor was half a surprise and Jason’s smirk was not helping in the slightest. 8 hours wasn’t enough. It came and went too quickly and dammit if Jason wasn’t an overprotective ass it wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.

No, Maisy’s partner just had to ask for the time. Sure, he might have skimmed the care manual that came with the binder but Maisy didn’t expect Jason to follow it. Neither of them had the best self-care routines for the most part. He half expected it to be brought on by Roy and Kori after both had shown similar tactics when this issue came up. Somehow it always ended up with Maisy in the bathroom getting undressed one way or another, but he’d be lying if the memories weren’t the cause of his fluttering breath and rosy cheeks. Roy had been the first one to tackle the issue during a late dinner date. Jason was on a crucial patrol to get intel and Roy had just gotten back from off-city business with some suppliers. The marksman had simply decided to drag Maisy out to some dainty 24hr Diner without any forewarning whatsoever. What he didn’t know was Maisy had put on their binder earlier that morning and was running the gauntlet for wearing it for his longest time yet. Roy probably wouldn’t have known had Maisy not fidgeted as much as he had. It bit into his ribs and no matter how he twisted and pulled, the feeling would not disperse. Of course then came the explanations to a curiously well intentioned Roy; prompting smothering before a pointed jab sent Maisy towards the restrooms. There he spent 10 minutes or so chilling in a stall before Roy finally convinced him to come out without it in exchange for a milkshake. Being so vulnerable was refreshing in hindsight, and the endless praise that came with it wasn’t bad either. Roy, being the stubborn romantic that he was, had made it his mission to make the boy as flustered as possible, even getting the waitress in on it too. Whatever traditionally masculine compliment he could think of dripped off his tongue; starting off innocent but gradually dipping into filthy innuendos for the foreseeable future. Roy knew exactly what he was getting into by the time Maisy’s forehead pressed into the plastic tabletop and the only coherent word he could relinquish was his tormentor’s name. Finally, to top everything off, Roy grazed his hand through the shaved crown of Maisy’s head and whispered in that honeyed voice exactly what they should expect at home. It left him wondering if Maisy was always a sucker for firm hands and a sweet voice, since the results were absolutely precious. There’s a reason he earned the pet name “Pup” from Jason. Kori had been another story. Maisy assumes that Roy held an impromptu meeting afterwards to assign tabs since nearly every other day afterwards, he was getting hounded over the group chat. While Roy may have been maternal and swift, Kori was firm and absolute. It just happened to be a slow day round the safehouse where they gathered. Maybe it had been a little silly looking back at it; Maisy hadn’t even planned anything outside of the compound but he had put on a binder anyway. Kori was presiding over a frustrated Roy when the dreaded question was brought up, an innocent reflection as ever. Too long. He was always wearing it for too long. His body wasn’t his own, the excessive skin and fat never mirrored him. Wearing the binder helped relieve that burden of flesh and at times like this; those words clawed at his throat. He didn’t care if his ribs bent and his spine contorted. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breath anyway. It didn’t matter to him, but it did to them. Maybe there was fear in his eyes, or the stoop of his spine gave it away, but Kori was there with him anyway. Maisy would never admit it directly, but he loved when they cradled him. All of their little group was tall and muscular, compared to his own tiny frame. Kori knew this though; they all knew it, so there he was; pressed against her collarbone while she gravitated towards the restroom. One of her hands was teasing his ear and he didn’t have the heart to bite back and demand solitude. It wasn’t until she kicked the bathroom door closed did the realization seep into his stomach. Kori was patient when it came to their comforts though, that much was given due to the way she held him like a child tucked against her hip, lazily drifting above the tile. She was soothing, the way her hair faintly glowed to illuminate the dark restroom and her warmth all but enveloped him. Their positions’ shift and Kori takes the boy into her lap; still floating leisurely but turning her low spin into sluggish bobbing. He couldn’t bring himself to stir as her hands toyed the hem of his spandex bindings, nor did he protest as his shirt was removed. It was folded across the boy’s own thighs but he hardly noted it. He was more focused on the resuming digits tracing designs across the scars of his torso and the foreign hums echoing across acoustic porcelain. If he sighs when her hands ghost across his now exposed chest and sides, she doesn’t mention it. Spandex joins the shirt in a similar fashion and they stay there. They stay there amidst sweet whispers and soft tears. Kori warms them away, and returns the shirt onto him but leaves the spandex behind. The others don’t vocalize anything aside when the pup is deposited into Jason’s lap moments later and he grunts in acknowledgement; their eyes say enough. Roy chuckles when Jason drops a hand from his book and cards it across the boy’s scalp. There, he curls in the damned prince of Gotham’s lap, like he was always meant to. As if it was the most natural thing for the both of them. Then Jason, sweet fucking Jason. If Maisy didn’t know better, he’d say Jason was waiting for this. Waiting for his chance to get the boy under him and draw out the scene he wanted. That’s just how he was. It was as if all Maisy could do was fall into those Lazarus eyes. They glowed in the dim light of the restroom, containing the heat of his cold body. Fuck, he was so cold. Sandwiched between the living dead and cold tiles, any warmth given was pulled into Jason. Instinctively, he arched closer to the man above him. A chuckle echoed out, rumbling low in the looming body and tightening the hand across the boy’s wrists. “Now,” Jason breathed out, letting the breath fan across a blushing cheek. “This is being generous of me. You’ve got some options…” His hands are more callus than both Roy and Kori’s, larger too, however there’s a reverence to them as one strokes across the body below. A finger snags the spandex hem and yanks sharply towards him; shirt coming taunt with the movement. To anyone else, his snarl would paralyze those who heard it, but Maisy finds himself whimpering at the sight of vicious canines. “I could tear this off of you.“ Maisy knows he’s not joking, not with slightest uptick of strength against his wrists. Another breath crosses his skin, this time tickling his ear and finally bringing forth a fruitless struggle. Jason’s voice lowers to a bare whisper, “Or… if you really are a good boy for me.” The same hand that jerked at his clothes smooths them before sneaking under and tracing the faintest edge of Maisy’s chest. “I can peel this off of you, nice and slow. We can get off the floor.” He adds the last part like an afterthought. It almost makes Maisy laugh. He didn’t feel like a good boy just yet. Jason must have seen the hesitation in the boy’s eyes, so he shifts his weight back. What was an almost bruising grip on his wrist turned into a soft caress. His thumb wedged itself into Maisy’s tense palms and pried them open. “You’re my good boy aren’t you?” The question seems to get drowned in the silence and pulled in by each shared breath. There, under his Lazarus eyes and sly tongue, does Maisy finally feel the flaring vestiges of flames. When he grins, of teeth and charm, Jason matches it. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Maisy breaks his own silence. “Hell yeah I am!” The snap of words clear across tile, chased by a groan when the barest edge of lips trace his throat. The charcoal of his shirt separates the two bodies in a fleeting severance before it’s tossed haphazardly into the corner. The reverence is still there, dipping into the spaces between his ribs and once more, the spandex is pulled. Jason baritone purr stokes the smallest shard of embarrassment blooming across his chest for the man to reveal. There is air in his lungs and the cold steeps in with excess and the lack of protection; soothed only by the husky whisper burning him up. Spandex joins the shirt with impatience in the throw. “Of course,” The sass drips and pools in their guts, Jason’s own Cheshire grin hidden against Maisy’s jugular. “You’re always such a good boy for me.” Arms slip under and across the boy’s pale scarred back driving tremors in their wake until Maisy is pulled flush into Jason’s lap. In his arms safe and secure, it’s like nothing else can touch him. In his arms, Maisy fists his black shirt and claws desperately for some semblance of warmth. His own warmth still taken and taken until Jason’s body matches. Only then does he begin to give. He gives with his words and soothing hands, tracing concave scars and jutting vertebrae. Sweet murmurs are muffled against skin and drowned in accompanied whimpers. The two stay in the wake of burning tears and choked confessions, murmuring still; only to be quelled by those ever worshiping hands. When the silence does come, it breathes relief. When the silence comes, Jason rises with the boy still embraced, top bare and rosy. In the bedroom, silence stays. It stays and blesses the damned pair with sleep. Finally, in Jason’s arms, there is warmth. From his chest, it blooms and curls into his palms; gracing his lips when they brush the boy’s forehead and coating his voice to deliver them to rest.

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