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Hanging By a Thread (4)

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Bruce Wayne stares down at his phone, almost expecting it to rear back and bite him. It shouldn’t be this hard. And it wasn’t hard. He just had to call the mother of his son, that’s all. Ask when she was planning on coming to Gotham. And then ask her if they had a second child together. That was fine. Everything was fine. He had it perfectly under control.

“You’ve gotta actually hit the call button, old man.” Jason calls from the other side of the cave. Bruce glances at him and frowns. Jason was right, of course. This phone call had to happen. But he also couldn’t help the thoughts that’d been circling around ever since he’d decided to talk to Talia. There were a million questions running through his head, and he could feel the start of a headache. If Marinette was their daughter, why didn’t Talia tell him? Why didn’t she keep her? Why didn’t she bring her with Damian? Why doesn’t Damian know his sister? Why keep her a secret so many years after telling him about Damian? But instead of asking any of the questions that would certainly haunt him until he had answers, he simply says:

“Fine.” And walks to a secluded area of the cave, quickly hitting the call button before he can change his mind. 

“Beloved. This is unexpected. Is our son okay?” Talia asks, answering the call almost immediately. Bruce takes a moment to breathe, letting Talia’s voice wash over him for a second. They weren’t together anymore, and they likely never would be again. But he’d loved her, once. He’d thought of spending the rest of his life with her, and despite the flaws that both of them carried, she would always hold a piece of his heart. 

“Do we have a daughter?” Bruce asks, wincing slightly at his tone. He wasn’t trying to be difficult; he was trying not to get emotional. Talia’s silence was deafening, and Bruce can feel his shoulders slump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How do you know?” Talia asks instead of answering.

“Her parents in France sent her to stay with Alfred, because Paris is unsafe. Apparently, he knows her grandmother.” Bruce says, ignoring the twinge in his chest when he refers to someone else as his daughter’s parents. It’s not like he can claim the title, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Bruce raises an eyebrow as Talia swears in Arabic under her breath. 

“Why didn’t they call me? Why would they- what kind of danger? Is she safe?” She asks the questions rapidly, and Bruce is once again reminded that Talia is a good mother. Their parenting styles may not align, but he knew that she cared for their children. 

“She’s safe, now. Paris is under attack from a villain who controls people using their negative emotions. Her parents believed that it was best to get her out of the city because of the promise they made to you.” Bruce explains. Talia huffs. 

“You would think that would include actually telling me when they decide to move her to a different country.” She complains. Bruce frowns. 

“Do you communicate with them often?” He asks, and there’s a brief moment of silence. 

“Not with our daughter. I haven’t spoken to her since she was an infant. Sabine, however, has kept in steady communication with me throughout the years. She’s given updates on our daughter’s wellbeing every six months, so I fail to understand why she did not say anything when this started.” Talia says, and Bruce already knows that this Sabine woman will be getting a visit from Talia very soon. Now he just needed to figure out a way to casually bring up the fact that Marinette was his daughter in conversation. Easy. 

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Jason’s eye twitches as he watches Bruce attempt to talk to Marinette. It was painful to watch and listen to. He wasn’t sure why Marinette was still in the room. If he was her, he would’ve run ten minutes ago. But no, the poor kid was stuck in the most awkward, nonsensical conversation ever. Even Bruce was afraid of Alfred’s wrath. Meaning, he couldn’t say anything directly to Marinette about being her birth father unless she brought up wanting to know her birth parents. Which, honestly, it didn’t seem like she did. 

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Hey kid, wanna go do something that isn’t an awkward conversation with Bruce?” Jason asks bluntly. Bruce frowns and opens his mouth, probably to argue, but Marinette nods rapidly. 

“Sure! I’ll grab my sketchbook and maybe we could go to the park?” She suggests. Jason shrugs. 

“Fine by me, kid.” He says. She gives him a small smile before rushing out of the room. Jason sighs and turns to Bruce, raising an eyebrow. “Surely you can do better than that.” He says. Bruce turns his chin up and turns away. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He says. Jason snorts. 

“See, sometimes you do shit like that and I’m reminded how similar you and the brat are.” He taunts. Bruce sighs. 

“I was just trying to talk to her.” He says.

“Really? Cause from where I was standing, it seemed like you were trying to kill her with awkwardness. Seriously, B, it doesn’t matter if she knows you’re her dad. What matters is trying to actually make a connection with her. Talk to her, see what she likes. I have a feeling just being blood related isn’t gonna be good enough for her like it was Damian.” Jason says, crossing his arms. Bruce purses his lips, but his expression changes into the same one he uses when he’s working on a difficult case. 

“Ready!” Marinette calls happily, bouncing back into the room with a small satchel slung over her shoulder. Jason grins. 

“Okay, kid, ready to go explore Gotham?” He asks. Marinette nods. 

“Please be careful, kids. Don’t do anything you’d normally do, Jason.” Bruce says, and Marinette raises an eyebrow. 

“Isn’t the saying ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do?” She asks, and Jason snorts. 

“It definitely is, but Bruce’s makes more sense. I’ll explain when you’re older.” He says, ruffling her hair. Marinette glares and sidesteps him, making Jason lift his hands in surrender. It was gonna be fun having a baby sister to annoy.

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BDBWM Day 25 | Little Mari + Twin AU

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Okay this is how it’s gonna go: the parts for the angst week of BDBWM will be up after the ones for the final week because the angst week will be containing parts that will affect the plot and continuity of Fox DCW So that means we’re starting off this week with Little/Older Mari and next week will be Forgotten/Lost :D

Adrien is beyond jittery. And he’s stressed. And his scalp is hurting because Damian is pulling at his hair at the back. 

Adjusting a tiny Marinette in his arms, he rings the doorbell. To his relief, Alfred answers. 

“Hey, Alfred.” He waves sheepishly. “So . . . remember when my friends and I sometimes help Ladybug in experimenting guardian potions?” 

The butler raises a skeptic eyebrow.

“Yeahhh, so this happened. Just an unexpected side effect. It will wear out soon, don’t worry. They’re about the same age right now? Not sure.” Adrien hurriedly shoves the toddlers towards Alfred. 

“Oh dear, I must order some diapers and baby food.” 

“Yup! And a lot of tissues and wipes. Thanks Alfred, bye!” Adrien practically runs back to the manor’s front steps, glad to finally escape the terrible two. 

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“Alfred . . . what?” Bruce stares dumbfoundedly at the two children in Alfred’s arms. 

“Master Bruce, it seems like Miss Marinette and Master Damian have been caught in Ladybug’s magic during their stay in France.” 

Little do they know that she still has the consciousness of her real age, just not the physical capabilities.

Marinette squirms a little. “Dada?” 

 Her father looks like he’s about to cry.  She huffs. Just because we weren’t with Dad yet when we were toddlers . . . 

“The supplies!” Bruce starts to get alarmed. “What do we do? How do they get turned back? Do we have to buy baby food?” 

“Master Adrien did say the effect will wear out but I’m afraid he did not specify how long.” 

Baby Damian’s glare intensifies. 

---

“Ow, hey—careful, Baby Bird.” Dick holds the struggling toddler in his arms carefully. “Alfred? Have you seen Mari—” 

He gasps out loud, spotting the tiny girl perched high up on the chandelier. Marinette giggles and swings around, making Dick’s soul migrate out of his body. “Marinette!” He screeches. “What the fu—dge! How did you get up there?” 

The menace crawls to the dangerous edge, and Dick immediately hands Damian off to Alfred, who has an amused look on his face. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Alfie! I knew how to get down when I was a kid,” Dick groans. He raises his arms, looking up at his little sister. “Mari! Don’t move from there, okay? I’ll come get you!” 

Marinette crawls more, tipping the chandelier a little. 

“Nononononono! Mari, stay there!” 

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Jason is facing one of the most threatening enemies of his life. 

He holds the fresh new diaper in one hand as he and Damian are locked in a stand-off. And somehow, the kid managed to get his hands on the katanas and one of his guns. 

“Demon Spawn,” he says threateningly. “We just need to change your diaper.” 

Damian spits out a string of garbled words which sound as threatening. He waves his swords in front of Jason before lunging, nearly slashing his leg. 

“Fuck! Damian!” Jason scolds angrily. 

“Language!” Tim calls out from the other room. 

“They’re not actually babies!” Jason yells back. 

At that moment, Marinette rushes into the room, holding Jason’s other gun. He pales in a millisecond, and attempts to chase her but she giggles and runs around to escape his clutches. 

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Tim stares down at his mug, slowly registering that its contents were not in fact coffee, but warm milk. Then, he slowly looks at baby Marinette, who’s drinking out of her sippy cup.

“Wait, wait!” He reaches for her drink to see that it is his coffee. “Bruce is going to kill me! You can’t drink that, Mari!” 

“Cowwffeee,” Marinette whines, sticking her tongue out.

“No coffee! You were supposed to drink this milk!” 

Marinette gulps down more of her coffee in response. Tim wrestles it out of her grip, unfortunately drawing out a wail and a full sobs from the girl. 

Bruce walks into the kitchen just in time. Marinette runs to her father and wraps her little arms around his leg. “Dada!” she cries. “Tim thiefyyy!” 

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“You’re so cute!” Stephanie coos at a preening Marinette. “Bruce, are you taking them to work?” 

Bruce nods, putting his suit jacket on. “No one’s available to babysit today, so I will be taking both of them.” 

“Okay, wait here.” Stephanie runs off with the two children for a few minutes. When they come back, Marinette and Damian are dressed in miniature business suits, complete with ties and tiny briefcases. 

Bruce gets into a Mother Hen mode and fusses over them, smoothing the wrinkles on the fabric and getting a sword out of Damian’s grasp. Stephanie adoringly takes pictures, ‘aww’ing every other minute.

The board meeting becomes quite eventful. Marinette is on her father’s lap, scribbling on a document with crayons and markers. Sometimes, she opts to take the marker and draw over Bruce’s face as he’s talking to the other members. The other meeting attendees can’t say a word against it because Bruce is the CEO after all. He’s come up with the alibi that the children are his niece and nephew he’s stuck taking care of. 

She glances over at Tim, who had Damian on his lap. He looks about half dead. Damian has been trying to clobber him for the past hour or so, picking up pens, paperweights, a mug, and even document folders to hit him. Now that there is no makeshift weapon at Damian’s disposal, he’s now attempting to bite Tim’s arm. 

“We have to take away funds from the designs partnership to increase funding for other sectors,” one of the board members says. 

Marinette stops and slams her fist on the table, scowling. “Booshit!” 

Bruce raises a judgmental eyebrow. “The financial reports from that project have been flawless. They’re operating at a smaller budget than the other lavish partnerships we have.” 

“But Mr. Wayne—” 

“You heard her. We are not touching the funds for that partnership.”  

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Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

When Marinette offered to be the one to try if the space power ups she’d made for the kwamis worked she’d never really expected this. She’d just been floating around in space, making sure her suit was fully functional in peace except she’s definitely been cursed at birth to never have a peaceful life and the watchtower was close enough that they’d spotted her and sent Martian Manhunter to bring her back to the watch tower.

They’re currently waiting at one of the entrances. She doesn’t know why and the superhero beside her hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with information. A few minutes later a few heroes appear at the end of the hallway. She relaxes in relief when she spots Red Robin’s god-awful costume. Tim can just explain things and she can go back to the bakery and sleep for the rest of the day.

Tim does not do that.

Apparently, he’s still mad at her for dumping a large amount of glitter in his room. In her defence, she had been bored and the glitter was biodegradable. Not that it was any less annoying.

She glares at Tim as Aquaman and Green Arrow have a hushed discussion with Red Robin's occasional extremely unwanted input. In the end, she’s taken to a meeting room and what feels like most of the Justice League is gathered there.

This is not how she imagined her first meeting with the JL would go.

As she explains the Paris situation to the heroes, Marinette considers the pros and cons of fratricide. Currently, there are more pros and every dumb question directed at her is not doing Tim a favour.

No, she is not the only Parisian hero. Yes, she has a partner. Yes, she’s had prior training. No, she doesn’t have a mentor (which is technically true, it’s not like she can say, “Actually, I’m Batman’s daughter.”) Yes, they’re handling it. No, the JL doesn’t need to intervene and so on and so forth until Marinette is one step away from yelling at all of them.

As they continue to bombard her with questions Marinette wonders how Timothy Jackson Drake, he died as he lived: being a fucking idiot would look on a headstone.

And then Flash asks, “Wait how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be one of two heroes responsible for a whole city. You don’t even have any other support!”

Tim snorts but he hides it with a cough. Marinette would like to exchange her brother for a pet, maybe a dog. Damian would agree with her.

She breathes in deeply, trying to calm down before she replies. Not that she gets the chance to. The rest of the members start to speak over one another and she gives up. Maybe she’ll sneak out once she’s sure they definitely won’t notice assuming Tim doesn’t tell on her, of course.

As the justice league continues to fuss around her, she works out her escape plan. Next time she should let Adrien be the one to test the power ups. He probably wouldn’t mind this.

She hears Green Arrow say, “We should probably call her parents, right?”

“Do you really think she’d tell us how to contact her parents?” Green Lantern shoots back. Tim is no longer trying to hide his amusement but no one notices, too busy trying to figure out what to do with her to question Red Robin’s odd behaviour. Asshole. She’s dumping more glitter in his room the next time she visits.

“We can just ask Bats to look into it.”

“Ask me to look into what?” The whole room quietens at the sight of Batman and Superman.

Marinette grins. Finally! She can leave. She stands, smiling, “the Justice League is apparently interested in babysitting random teenagers they find in space.” Her dad stares at her for a moment before sighing.

The whole Justice League is staring at the scene before them in confusion. Except for Tim and Uncle Clark. The two of them are trying very hard not to laugh.

“Ladybug, you’re too old to require a babysitter.” Marinette has never heard her father sound so done with their shenanigans that she grins, behind her Tim is openly laughing.

She struggles to answer in a way that doesn’t give up her identity. Fuck it. It’s not like the league isn’t trustworthy when it comes to secret identities and nor do they live in Paris.

“I’m aware but your lovely co-workers are treating me like a baby and my asshole of a brother isn’t helping the situation at all.”

“I’m not sorry,” Tim says unabashedly and Marinette knows even without looking at him that he’s smirking.

Turning, she glares at him, “Nor am I. I hope the glitter never gets out of your clothes. And if somehow it does, I’ll add more.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”

“I’ll enchant the glitter to stick to you and only you.”

“You can’t actually do that.”

She frowns, “You don’t know that.” Tim does in fact know that. She spent an hour complaining to him about how hard magic was just last week but she’d rather die than lose an argument with her siblings.

B interrupts before Tim can reply, “Please stop. You’re terrifying the others.” He’s right, she realises as she looks at the faces around her. Not that she cares. Though he probably wishes she would. But he’s one step ahead of her and before she can continue her argument her father says, “I’ll let you two drive the Batmobile.”

“For the whole of next month?” her brother replies.

“Next week.”

“Three weeks,” she tries.

He sighs again, “Two weeks.”

“For each of us.”

“… fine.”

She glances at Tim questioningly. He nods. She beams, “Okay!”

“Now please go home.”

She grumbles before grinning and waving at the league members. “Bye! It was nice to meet you!”

She breaks into laughter at their gobsmacked expressions. Her father just sighs. Uncle Clark is the one in the end to get rid of the two of them. Gently steering them towards the exit and telling them he looks forward to seeing them on Sunday for dinner before closing the doors in their faces. She wishes she could stay back longer and make the members of the Justice League question their life decisions a bit more but oh well. At least she gets to drive the Batmobile. She can’t wait to go home and tell the others about it.

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Parfum - 1

"A triple quad black eye but make it ristretto," Marinette mumbled with her eyes half closed, thrusting a ginormous tumbler into the hands of the aghast cashier.

She stumbled her way to a counter seat and promptly collapsed onto the marble surface. The chill of it was sharp enough to keep her on the knife-edge of lucidity while waiting for her dose of sweet, unforgivable addiction.

A chuckle rang through the vacant shop amidst the whirring of the espresso machine.

"Didn't think there'd be a free range one of you nutcases out there," a baritone voice said with undisguised mirth.

Normal Marinette would've ignored the weird voice. Normal Marinette was smart, usually. Even Sleepy Marinette knew better than to jeopardize everything. Unfortunately, the only Marinette left running the show was One-Foot-Into-A-Grave-Slash-Coma Marinette.

And this Marinette was a downright idiot.

She opened a striking blue eye for a moment before turning the other way and mumbling, "...Ngh bad stranger."

"Name's Julian. Not a stranger now, am I?"

Marinette's current slower-than-a-turtle brain took a hot second to process the words and string them together before slurring out, "Mah-ree-nettie," squinting at Julian afterward like a satisfied housecat.

"Well, Nettie, what brings you to Gotham? Secret Wayne? You have the looks for it, that's for sure." The barista couldn't help but let out a snort at that. If there was anything Gotham was known for, it must be the gaggle of black-haired blue-eyed children with wildly tragic backstories.

Marinette slow-blinked like a lagging computer at Julian before sluggishly reaching to the top of his head.

"Flatcap."

"It's Paper Boy Day, y'see."

"...Weird."

"Kid, this dude's one of the resident crazies. This," the barista gestured to all of Julian, "is what happens when you live here too long. God knows, the air here reeks of insanity."

"Don't forget the water too," Julian snickered.

He eyed her up and down before adding, "And you, kid, scream visitor. Your outfit is drab enough to pass for a gargoyle here, but your scent— It's a dead giveaway. You smell too nice to be here. All lavender and cinnamon and puppies."

Before Marinette could begin to muster up a response, the barista came back and placed her filled-to-the-brim tumbler down with practiced caution.

Marinette cared not for anything but her preferred dose of insanity, immediately gulping down the still steaming drink to the resigned and amused eyes of the duo.

"Even after all that, not even a hint of hesitation, huh? Just like that Tim kid, I swear."

"Uncannily so, indeed."

Three straight minutes of inhaling the more-caffeinated-than-should-be-legal drink later, Tired-As-All-Nine-Hells-But-Still-Pulling-Through Marinette took the stage.

With scrunched brows, she turned to look at Julian then the barista then back to Julian.

"...Wayne?"

Guffawing, Julian replied, "The growing brood of Bruce, Playboy Prince of Gotham. You one of his? Last name Wayne?"

With the caffeine charge belatedly rebooting her critical thinking skills, Semi-Dead-But-Not-Quite Marinette realized how much shit pre-coffee Marinette could have already landed herself in. Idle chatter with strangers was a privilege not granted to a newbie runaway.

"...No. And I- I think I have to go now."

Marinette rushed out of the coffee shop, tumbler clutched like it was her life, under the indecipherable gaze of the odd stranger.

"Hey, Nettie," the barista greeted, moving to make her drink the moment she walked in.

Over the course of a week, Marinette had kept running into the strange man on her coffee runs. After the second meeting, she indulged in the newfound paranoia her journey had encouraged. Under Tikki's disapproving gaze, she casted no less than thirty-seven different spells to be absolutely, beyond any doubt certain that he was in no way a threat to her. Her actions were morally ambiguous, sure, but that coffee shop was the only place in Gotham that didn't stink of corrupted energy.

Marinette could only either take the plunge or go coffee-free, and she's seen how well that would go.

"Hello again, little bean. Need another death drink already?"

Silently acquiescing to that, Marinette admired Julian's newest garb. "...National Bride Day?" she guessed.

He wore an ivory wedding gown, the skirt billowing out around his seat in heaps of tulle and lace. A white camellia rested on his right ear, pinning back part of his flowing blonde wig, pearls hanging from it like a star-lit waterfall.

"Tsk, tsk, Nettie, close but not quite." He bopped her on the head with a bouquet of fake carnations, eyes gleaming with an odd affection. "World Marriage Day, actually."

"What do you think, I'm rocking this one, aren't I?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Marinette rolled her eyes at his antics. "Felix put it all together, didn't he? You and Mitch together can't measure up to a pinky of his fashion sense."

"How dare you speak to your father like that, young lady!" he gasped in mock offense.

"Thought you called me a Wayne, Jules," Marinette teased back, brow raised.

"You could be both," he joked. "I don't mind being called father-in-law."

"Ju-"

Her righteous indignation was interrupted by the clink of porcelain on marble and the chuckles the barista didn't bother holding back, much to her dismay.

"You- I- Just- No! You guys, no! Felix and I aren't anything even close to that," she exclaimed. But unfortunately for her, her reddening face hid nothing.

"...Sure, kid, sure. But hurry it up, will you? I've got a hundred bucks on the line."

"You bet on me?!"

"I want in. Twenty bucks Felix makes the first move." The barista held out a crisp fifty, adding, "Thirty Marinette avoids him after."

Julian grabbed the bill, pulling up a purse from his fake cleavage.

Before Marinette could protest more, a loud siren blasted from her phone speakers. Her eyes hardened instantly as if a switch was flicked, and without another word, she left like Cerberus himself was on her heels.

By the time Ladybug had arrived on the scene, half of Collège Françoise Dupont was up in flames. Chat Noir was nowhere to be found, but from a cursory glance, the students stayed a distance away from the burning building, seeming neither harmed nor controlled or otherwise affected aside from the bone-deep fright.

"Marinette! Where is Marinette!" the akuma—Manon—screeched.

"We don't know a Marinette," a student cried out in fear of the looming figure.

"Stop. Lying. To. Me!" She flung around her wand-holding arm in her rage of a tantrum.

Staunchly ignoring the rabbit hole of implications of Manon's demands, the heroine came up with her gamble of a plan. Trying to take the most efficient route, she cautiously approached a pastel pink Puppeteer, hand at the ready on her yoyo. From behind the akuma, she nabbed her wand and broke it in half on her knee.

But, nothing changed. Instead, her move only served to incense Manon, not unlike pouring water on sizzling oil.

"LADYBUG!" Manon yelled. "You remember Marinette, right?"

"N-" Ladybug moved to shake her head, but the akuma was quick to cut her off. "You wouldn't lie to me, right? Not you, the perfect sweetheart of Paris, right? Our darling heroine would never lie to a little kid? Right?"

Marinette weighed her options. It was an innocent child versus the entire world. Faith against fate.

Manon stared at her with the same hope-filled gaze she had once had when she wanted her plush dolls. It plunged her into memories she once resolved to forget. It made her weak.

She bit her lip.

"No. I've never heard of a Marinette."

But not weak enough.

"LIAR," she screamed, flinging tiny pink sparks from her fingertips in all directions.

Spinning her yoyo into a shield, Ladybug managed to repel all but one, the littlest of the bunch. But that was enough to damn her.

With its landing point as the origin, it spread from the soles of her feet to the tip of her waist at an alarming speed. The heroine was protected by the magic of the suit, but even through that, she could feel the burn of the pink flame. It was beyond what words could describe. She felt like she was bathing in a hearth straight from Tartarus. She could feel the conflicting magics tearing her apart and putting her back together, tendon by tendon.

In her haze, she could hear Manon roaring out, "If you won't reveal the truth, then just go reveal everything else. Hmph!"

Manon shot out a pink beam from her index finger, but before it could hit her, someone jumped in the way.

Adrien.

Gritting her teeth, Ladybug aggressively blinked her way into focus. Her former friend was in a similar blazing state. His face was deathly pale and covered with a sheen of sweat. His brows were scrunched tight, but still, he held on.

"S-Storyteller! I- I-" he stuttered out, jaw clenched and eyes shut tight.

Looking closer at the school, the brightest flame within came not from the objects set ablaze but from a group of teenagers—her old classmates—writhing in pain on the ground yet unable to escape from the fires of akuma-delivered retribution. They were beneath a fallen column in the innermost part of the building, crawling like worms to hide from the akuma's line of sight.

"I never wanted to be a model." The confession was pulled from Adrien's throat, word by word. "But it's the only I can do to remember maman."

The heroine had seen plenty of gruesome scenes in her time. From a city drowned and silenced to the screams of young children being beheaded, there was no shortage of such scenes in Paris.

But Manon—Storyteller—was a first. She didn't kill, no. She kept everyone alive in a perpetual cycle of torture.

It was cruel.

And it was her fault that this happened at all.

"I have hundreds of pictures of Ladybug on my phone. My... friend says I'm obsessed. I imagine meeting her, dating her, kissing her." Words spilled from Adrien's mouth like air escaping a punctured balloon, and at that, the flames licking at his torso eased an inch.

A sliver of repulsion shot through her at the admission, but she put that aside at her newest theory.

"Manon!" she yelled, shielding Adrien behind her. "I have something to say."

Her eyes darted around, looking for the akumatized object, but her mouth never stopped.

"You want to hear secrets right? I'm adopted," she said, but there was no change to the pink flames.

"No, no!" Manon stomped her feet. "I don't want your secrets, I want Marinette! I'm not the liar, it's everyone else!"

"Manon..." Ladybug slowly approached, hands held out in appeasement.

"It's a consh-pirah-see," the child screamed, and the flames burned brighter at her rage.

As the child spun in her agitation, a flash of unblemished white caught the heroine's eye. It wasn't visible from the front, but a ribbon gleaming like arctic ice trailed from Manon's hair.

Ladybug's eyes flashed.

"Marinette..." she enunciated slowly, catching Manon's attention. She approached the child at a snail's pace, careful not to startle her. "Did she go to school here?"

Manon's eyes flashed brighter, "Yes, yes! Marinette is real. You believe me, right?"

The heroine inched her right hand to her side, but the motion attracted the akuma's attention.

"Liar! I hate you! Give me your miraculous!"

Faster than the beam could reach her, she moved to seize Manon's ribbon.

Ladybug felt words bubbling in her throat, but she resisted. Who knew what sorts of world-ending secrets could escape her lips? The list was far too long, and the risk, magnitudes too great.

With veins throbbing on her skin while her heart and lungs burned with the desire to reveal, she ripped the ribbon straight through the middle, releasing the akuma and leaving behind a child with stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

Gasping for breath, the heroine caught the akuma before collapsing onto the pavement. Her city burned around her, but for once, she wanted to take a small, selfish break. Even if only for a moment.

Sprawled out on the ground, her chest rising rapidly, she heard the whimpers of a child who couldn't know better. She tasted the flames of desperation in the air, smelled the burnt ashes of hope. She saw Manon's heart break, and she felt her lose her faith in the world.

Marinette closed her eyes.

Another failure.

Preventable, necessary, agonizing failure.

Later, she would get up and be the hero Paris needed her to be. Later, she would be Ladybug. Now, she just wanted to be what she was— a child.

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Maribat - BIO DAD! BRUCE WAYNE MONTH 2022 PROMPTS (and info)

Hello everyone and welcome back to this year’s Maribat - Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month! I want to thank everyone for following this event and thank those who have patiently waited for the release of the prompts [and info]! Thank you!

And so, without further ado, here they are!

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This year, the prompts have been split into two groups: daily prompts and themed weeks! [Thank you to those who filled out the interest form! You’re input helped put this calendar together!]

The first three weeks are daily prompts, each day being a different prompt with no specific theme for the week.

As for weeks 4 and 5, they are themed :D

The prompts are as follows:

Weeks 1-3

Day 1: Last Name - Wayne

Day 2: Of Miraculouses and Magic

Day 3: Meeting the JL

Day 4: Father-Child Bonding

Day 5: Siblings

Day 6: The JL Babysitting

Day 7: Take Your Kid to Work

Day 8: Significant Other

Day 9: Aunts/Uncles from Rouge Gallery

Day 10: First Steps

Day 11: Robin/Vigilantes

Day 12: Time Travel

Day 13: Identities

Day 14: Overprotection

Day 15: Demons

Day 16: Surprise Visitor

Day 17: Holidays

Week 4: Theme - Angst

[Day 18:] Forgotten/Lost

[Day 19:] Unwanted/Wanted

[Day 20:] Secrets

[Day 21:] Running Away

[Day 22:] Kidnapped/Missing

[Day 23:] Weapons

[Day 24:] Apologize

Week 5: Theme - Mari-centric

[Day 25:] Older/Little! Mari

[Day 26:] You’re MDC?!

[Day 27:] Hugs/Cuddles

[Day 28:] Thief!Mari

[Day 29:] Baking

[Day 30:] Family Portrait

Substitutions

-Hogwarts Au

-Twin Au

-Glitter

-Lawsuit

-Meeting for the First Time

-Inside Jokes/Knowledge

The reason behind the split groups is due to the nature of this event. Just like last year, this month isn’t just limited to Marinette, but to other characters of the ML universe! So feel free to let your imagination run wild!

[Absolutely adored the Luka-sentric stories from last year and honestly can’t to see what other ideas I’ll see this year :D ]

INFO and THINGS to keep in mind:

-MBDBWM 2022 will be for the month of September!

-This event is open to all types of works! Drawing, edits, writing, etc! Everything is welcomed!

-Mention/tag the blog so that I can see your work (and reblog so that others can see them as well ^^) !

-This year, just like last year, only one tag will be used, therefore, only this tag will be checked! The tag this year is #mbdbwm2022. Again, only this tag will be checked to make sure I don’’t miss any posts relating to this event!

-This year’s ao3 collection is: Maribat BD!BWM 2022 (MaribatBDBWM2022)

-While this event will occur all the month of September, feel free to continue to write until the end of the year! I will be reblogging until the new year starts :D

-Have fun with it!

Again, thank you for reading and hope to see your works! And as always, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I’ll be happy to answer them!

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[21/?]

BDBWM Day 1 | Last Name: Wayne

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Bernard peeks into the lounge, expecting to see Tim, but instead he finds a petite girl sitting behind a desk. Her eyes are shielded behind a pair of sunglasses, complementing her two-piece suit. 

“Sorry.” He shyly backs away. “I’m looking for Tim?” 

“Sit down.” The girl motions to the empty chair in front of the table. 

After a quick scan of the room, Bernard hesitantly sits. He finds the girl familiar, but he can’t put a finger on it.

“So, Mr. Bernardo Howdy—” 

“It’s actually Bernard Dowd—” 

She nods. “Mr. Bernard Dowd. I understand that you are currently in a romantic relationship with my client, Timothy Jackson Caroline Drake-Wayne—” 

“Wait, Caroline isn’t his—” 

“And I am here to ensure that you are treating him as he deserves and I shall administer the ‘Spade Conversation’ on you.” 

“Spade Conversation? Oh, you mean like a shovel talk?”

“Layman’s terms. Potato, potahto.” She waves her hand. 

“Umm, sorry, who are you again?” 

She lowers her glasses a tad bit, revealing her narrowed piercing blue eyes. “Last name: Wayne. First Name: Marinette ‘Marino’ Dupain-Cheng.” 

“Tim’s sister!” Bernard’s eyes widened in recognition. “I don’t think we’ve met before. But you seem really familiar.” 

She clears her throat. “Perhaps you’re mistaking me for someone else. First question, what do you feel about space dinosaurs that are robot hybrids?” 

He looks down on the piece of paper she’s writing on. “Is that a receipt from Batburger? And a crayon?” 

“My materials are irrelevant in these discussions. So, space dinosaurs?” 

“Err—they sound pretty cool?” 

Marinette hums and scribbles down a doodle on the receipt. “Question two. In the case of my client’s extreme sleep deprivation, what are your contingency plans?” 

“Hmm, I usually get him to come cuddle with me and I try to take away his coffee. He falls asleep quickly after that.” Bernard smiles a little. “Did I get that right?” 

“It shall still be deliberated by the panel of shovellers—” 

Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing a dishevelled and alarmed Tim. Marinette squeaks and hides her things. 

Tim groans. “I was about to tell you not to go to the manor!” He glares at his sister. “What the hell were you doing?” 

“I wasn’t doing anything!” Marinette brings her arms up. “Just a proxy for the head shoveller!” 

“Who the heck is head shoveller?!” 

“That information’s classified!” 

A grumbling Tim takes Bernard by the hand and tugs him out of the room. Bernard waves goodbye to Marinette, entertained by her stunt. 

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Hanging By a Thread

Marinette stares at her parents, trying hard to stop herself from panicking. Because if she panicked, apparently Hawkmoth could take control of her and make her a villain. Which would apparently be catastrophic according to the little creature that popped out of the earrings a couple weeks ago. Not panicking was going to be hard. 

“You’re- you’re sending me away?” She says, her voice breaking. Her maman’s face crumbles and she crouches in front of her spot on the couch. 

“Oh Marinette, honey, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you. We’re trying to keep you safe. That’s all we’ve ever wanted to do.” Her maman says softly, reaching up and brushing hair out of her face. Marinette tries hard to ignore the tightness in her chest and the tears that threaten to fall. 

“Did…did he even know about me?” Marinette asks, frowning at the look on her mom’s face. “You know, before you called?” She adds. Her parents look at each other, and Marinette’s eyebrows furrow together. “You did call him, right?” She asks. 

“Actually, cupcake, your nonna has a friend-” Her dad starts, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump. “Sabine?” He says, her mom’s name coming out as a sigh. 

“Marinette, your mother was very clear. Your father didn’t know about you, and she felt it wasn’t our place to know who he was either.” She says. Marinette blinks. 

“So apparently, I’m adopted, and you’re sending me away, but not to anyone that you personally know. Or anyone my birth mother knew, but someone that nonna mentioned in passing?” Marinette asks, feeling like her world is crashing around her. 

“Paris isn’t safe anymore, mon chou. And I’m not sure when it will be. We have the bakery, we can’t leave. But you- Marinette, you shouldn’t have to shut off your emotions and regulate everything you feel. You should feel free to be angry, or sad, or have a nightmare.” Her maman says softly, pulling her into a gentle hug. “This is our chance to give you that chance. Because we love you, honey, blood or not. You are our daughter.” Marinette melts into the hug, trying hard not to cry. But it was hard. She was only twelve, and her parents were sending her to an entirely different country to live with someone she’d never even met. Not to mention, she’d promised Paris that she would protect them. Even if she was still completely clueless on the whole situation, despite her new little guide trying their best to help her. Everything was changing. 

---

“Marinette, you really can’t leave Paris.” Tikki says again. Marinette just looks at them, arms crossed. 

“What am I supposed to do, Tikki? You said that I can’t tell my parents about Ladybug, you said there’s no one who could be Ladybug instead, you say I can’t leave Paris- newsflash, I’m not old enough to make that decision. My parents have made it for me. And I tried to argue with them about it, but it didn’t really do any good, did it?” She huffs, narrowing her eyes at the kwami. Because apparently, that’s what her little guide was. They’d been willing to give a little more information about everything happening when they realized Marinette was leaving. Maybe it was their attempt at keeping Marinette in Paris? Who’s to say. It just made Marinette wonder what else they were keeping from her. 

“If you really have to leave, then there’s someone you have to talk to first.” Tikki says, their antenna drooping. 

“Lovely. More secrets. How long would it have taken you to tell me any of this if my parents hadn’t decided to send me away?” Marinette asks, crossing her arms. Tikki winces. 

“It wasn’t important for you to know now.” They say. 

“If I talk to this mysterious person, can I just give the earrings back? They’re the one who gave them to me, right?” She asks. Tikki shakes their head. 

“You can’t just give up the earrings. You were chosen to be Ladybug, Marinette. And you made a promise to Paris.” They say. Marinette scowls. 

“You like guilt trips, don’t you?” Marinette asks, sighing. “Fine. Let’s just, let’s go get this over with. My plane leaves today and I still have to say goodbye to my friends and Adrien.” 

---

Marinette stares out the window as the plane begins its descent into Gotham. The city was dark. Too dark. She could almost feel the negative energy of the place that was to be her new home until Hawkmoth was defeated. Which was, despite her now living an ocean away, still her responsibility. Apparently. The glasses in her purse felt like they weighed a ton. And she was exhausted. She’d spent most of the plane ride trying to figure out how to create an app to alert Parisians when an akuma is spotted. Not only would it help her city, but it would also help decrease the time between the akuma showing up and her teleporting into Paris. Because for some reason, the man who was in charge of the kwamis was determined that she keep the earrings. Maybe there was a lack of untrained, underprepared teenagers in Paris. Marinette would have thought there was a plethora. 

“Welcome to Gotham, ladies and gentlemen. Local time is 4:17pm. The temperature is a nice 64 degrees fahrenheit, or 17 degrees celsius. Joker is currently in Arkham, but we’ve just received word that Scarecrow is unaccounted for. Use caution when leaving the airport, and thank you for flying Wayne Air.” The flight attendant announces. Marinette blinks. What kind of city made announcements about villains when planes were landing? Is that what Paris was going to turn into? And how did her nonna even meet this ‘friend’ anyway? What was her nonna doing in Gotham, of all places? Sighing, Marinette grabs her carryon bag from the overhead compartment before leaving the plane. Walking through the terminal, she keeps cautiously glancing over her shoulder as she grabs her bags and heads out to the main part of the airport. She really did not want to deal with a villain here. Not at all. Villain attacks here would be fatal. As much as she despised the situation in Paris, at least the damage never stuck. Walking towards the front of the airport, Marinette scans the crowd. Her parents had told her that her nonna’s friend would have a sign with her name on it. Spotting the sign, Marinette straightens up and walks towards the man holding the sign. 

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” He says, nodding towards her. Marinette smiles at him, pushing down her anxiety. She could make the best of living in Gotham, even if it was with strangers. 

“Bonjour Mr. Pennyworth. It’s nice to meet you.” She says, grinning. His lips twitch slightly. 

“And you, Miss. But please, call me Alfred. Heaven knows the others do.” He says, taking one of her bags. Marinette raises an eyebrow. 

“Others?” She asks. Alfred nods. 

“Master Wayne’s children. Your parents did tell you that you would be living in Wayne Manor, correct?” He asks, raising an eyebrow of his own. Marinette shakes her head, following the man towards his car. Wayne Manor. This should be interesting.

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Hanging By a Thread (2)

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Strolling into the kitchen, Jason freezes as he reaches for a muffin. Dark hair, blue eyes- the old man had gone and adopted another one. Without telling him. Which totally didn’t hurt. Not at all. He didn’t care about the number of people living at Wayne Manor. Nope. He just came over for baked goods. Jason continues his reach for the muffin, grabbing one and pulling his arm back before raising an eyebrow at the kid. 

“How long’ve you been here?” He asks, plopping down at one of the stools next to her. 

“What time is it?” She asks, exhaustion clear in her voice. Jason blinks, but glances at his watch. 

“It’s almost six.” He says. She slumps further down in her seat.

“A little over an hour.” She says with a sigh. Jason frowns. 

“You’ve only been here an hour?” He asks, and she nods. Why the hell would Bruce adopt a new kid, bring her home, and then be nowhere around only an hour after the kid came back? He starts to ask her about it, then stops. “I’m Jason, by the way.” Her mouth twitches up slightly into a tiny smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.” Marinette introduces herself and Jason nods at her. 

“Ah, Master Jason, I see you’ve met Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, suddenly walking into the kitchen. Jason nods, shoving the rest of the muffin in his mouth before Alfred can chastise him for ruining his dinner. 

“Sure did, Alfie. Anyone else know about the munchkin?” He asks, snorting at the affronted look on Marinette’s face. 

“Of course. I did ask Master Bruce before I agreed to watch over Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, and Jason frowns. Hold on a minute-

“Are you the one who adopted Marinette?” Jason asks, eyes wide in shock. Marinette huffs out a laugh as Alfred raises an eyebrow. 

“Heavens, no. Miss Marinette is the granddaughter of a friend. She needed a place to stay, and so she is here.” Alfred pauses, frowning for a moment. “Perhaps it is best that you tell your brothers before dinner.” He adds, gesturing towards the oven timer that was quickly ticking down. Jason thinks of Damian first, and how much the kid would hate to be blindsided, and almost decides to just let it happen. Then he glances at Marinette again, and sees how tired the kid looks, all the tension in her shoulders. 

“Yeah. I’ll go do that.” Jason finally says, pushing off of the stool. “Welcome to Gotham, kid.” He adds, giving Marinette a grin before heading deeper into the Manor to find his brothers. Poking his head into the library first, he waves at Duke, who glances up from the papers scattered in front of him with a frazzled look on his face. 

“Why did no one tell me that college was like this?” He asks, frowning.

“Because none of the rest of us went to college.” Jason says with a snort. Duke winces. “Well, Bruce did, I guess. But he dropped out.” 

“Sorry, I just-” Duke stops, sighing. “I went two weeks without any sort of homework. And then all of my classes assigned stuff at the same time. It’s madness.” 

“Speaking of madness-” Jason starts and Duke gives him a look. “Alfred is watching a kid for one of his friends and she’s staying here for an undetermined amount of time.” Jason rushes out. Duke blinks. 

“Did… did Alfred catch Bruce’s adoption bug?” He asks. Jason shakes his head, grinning. 

“No, but we better hope the kid has good parents. Otherwise, Bruce is definitely gonna try to adopt her.” He says. Duke sighs. 

“Of course he will. You need help finding everyone else?” He asks, Jason considers taking him up on his offer, then glances at the pile of homework surrounding the kid. 

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Jason says, giving Duke a small salute before walking out of the library. His siblings weren’t always at the Manor. In fact, the only two who lived there constantly at this point were Duke and Damian. And while Duke was (mostly) normal and enjoyed living in the Manor, Damian was definitely a Gremlin who preferred the Cave. Who knows, maybe the kid had grown up enough that he wouldn’t act like an actual hellion when Jason breaks the news. 

---

Jason ducks, dodging another projectile from the demon spawn. 

“Damian! Stop throwing things at Jason!” Dick yells, trying to get between them. 

“Do we have to all be down here? Yelling? I’m trying to work on a case!” Tim complains from his spot at the computer. Jason huffs. 

“I was trying to be a good citizen. Didn’t want you all scaring the shit outta the kid upstairs. She looks stressed enough without you all behind dumbasses.” He retorts, glaring at Damian as the kid throws another batarang towards him. 

“But Bruce didn’t adopt her?” Dick asks. Jason shakes his head. 

“Nope. This one is all on Alfie. Apparently she’s the granddaughter of some lady he knew back in England.” He says. Damian purses his lips. 

“As long as she stays out of my way, we won’t have a problem.” He says firmly. Jason rolls his eyes. 

“She’s a literal kid, Damian. Give her a break.” He says. Before Damian can argue, the intercom on the wall chirps. 

“Dinner is ready. Please wash up and make your way to the dining room.” Alfred’s voice rings. Jason rushes out of the cave so that he could see the looks on his brother’s faces when they see the kid for the first time. Rushing into the dining room, he freezes, his jaw dropping. Marinette and Duke were already in there, obviously, but so was Bruce. And suddenly, things that he didn’t notice earlier are all he can notice. Like the fact that Marinette and Bruce have the same exact eye color. It’s not just ‘oh she has blue eyes’, like with most of his brothers. No, the color is identical. And their noses were painfully similar. 

“Jason, come take a seat.” Bruce says, glancing over from his conversation with Marinette. Jason schools his face into a neutral expression before taking Damian’s usual seat in the hopes that he could force the gremlin to sit next to Marinette. He had a theory. Making eye contact with Duke, he subtly tilts his head towards Bruce, then Marinette. Duke nods once. This was insane. Dick and Tim walk in next, and Jason watches as they both freeze, too. So it wasn’t just him. Had Alfred noticed? Did Bruce notice? Tim and Dick both sit, thankfully leaving the seat directly next to Marinette open. Damian walks into the room and huffs, sending Jason a glare before plopping down next to Marinette. And if Jason’s theory is wrong, he’ll eat a damn shoe. Because despite the fact that Damian’s skin is a little darker, and his eyes are green instead of blue, he and Marinette look related. And with Marinette right between Bruce and Damian, it was almost impossible to miss. Bruce had a lot of explaining to do. 

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[37/?]

BDBWM Day 17: Holidays

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Marinette rests her head on the cell bars as she curls her hand around them. This is a disaster! Adrien will disown me, Chloe will laugh at my face, and Luka and Juleka will never let me live this down! As if she can’t be any more idiotic during Christmas Eve. She sulkily scans the police office, hoping her brothers can come soon. 

“Psst, Pixie.” 

She perks up. “Jay?” 

Jason is there, not-so-subtly disguised, creeping next to her cell. “Come on, we’re busting you out of here.” 

“What?” 

“Hurry up, Dick’s distracting the guards.” 

True enough, her eldest brother is at the far corner of the room, chatting with the officers. 

“Did you pay the bail money?” She asks. 

“What bail money? Come on, Pix, we have to go,” Jason whispers. 

“Jay . . . you just need to bail me out. Give them money. I called Dick to do just that and made him promise to not tell Dad,” she deadpans. 

“Not tell B?” Her brother snorts. “That man will give you a medal even if you killed someone.” 

Okaaaay, I can’t fully deny that, but still! 

“But we have to go. You can’t not be home for the holidays. Just slide between the bars and we’ll sneak you out of here,” Jason coaxes. 

“I’m not that small! I can’t slide between the bars!” She hisses, scowling. 

“Okay, okay. Plan B. I’ll tell Dick to steal the keys.” 

“Jason. Just bail me out of here.” 

Instead of listening, Jason puts two fingers to his earpiece. Marinette’s expression contorts into incredulity. They even brought the earpieces they use as vigilantes?! 

“Zombie to Dickiebird,” Jason reports. “Steal the keys, dickhead.” 

In a somewhat elaborate but discreet routine, the keys were passed between Dick and Jason. The latter grins before freeing Marinette with a click. She frowns but still slips out, ignoring the unimpressed looks of the prisoners in the other cells. 

“Okay, good,” Jason nods. “Let’s go to the getaway car.” 

“Getaway car?!” 

—

Marinette’s jaw drops at one of the sleek convertibles from the manor waiting at the back door of the station. Tim is at the driver’s seat; Damian is in shotgun, and Duke is in the backseat, munching on fries and offering a takeout burger to her. 

“I can’t believe you permitted this.” She glares at Damian, who she thought would have at least a bit of common sense. 

Instead of making an excuse, Damian reaches from his seat to pat her on the head. “I congratulate you on your first crime, sister.” 

“It’s not even a real crime!” She whines. “I took one of the autopilot cars to get some stuff from the grocery store for Christmas dinner and then I sneezed and accidentally pressed a button to accelerate past the speed limit. And the cops caught me!” 

“A good starting point,” Tim commends. 

Marinette scoffs. “Are you even functional enough to drive?” 

“Trust me, I’ve done worse while high on caffeine.” 

She groans, begrudgingly hopping onto the backseat and munching on the burger furiously. “You guys were just supposed to bail me out and keep it quiet from Dad, not kidnap me!” 

“Oh, we’ve done worse. He’s not gonna be mad at you,” says Duke. “Bruce will be proud.” 

Jason leans back, arms behind his head. “He was the one who told us to get you out of jail.”

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[39/?]

BDBWM Day 26 | You're MDC?!

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It all begins with Marinette complaining to Bruce that the bolt of fabric she ordered won’t be arriving on time for the commission deadline. 

“You’re MDC?” Bruce stares at her. 

“Yeah? I thought you knew, Dad.” 

The fact, however, seems to have a bluescreen effect on Bruce. “The designer MDC, who WE had a partnership with for the gala? That MDC?” 

“I . . . I seriously thought you knew. Tim was so excited when the contract was signed. Didn’t you see him?” 

Panic flashes in Bruce’s eyes at the thought of not knowing his child’s great feat. “About that fabric, what do you need? We can take a jet to this special fabric store in—” 

“No, Dad, that’s too much!” She forgets how rich the Waynes are sometimes. 

“Are you sure? I can buy a warehouse right now if you want. WE needs to expand into fabrics anyways—” 

“Dad, Dad, no I can just talk to my client.  I’m sure they’ll understand if the order needs to be pushed back. I was just venting it out a while ago.” 

“Or, we can pay your client so they agree to wait for your commission for as long as it takes—” 

“Dad, please.” 

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[ggomos-maribat]

[32/?]

BDBWM Day 12 | Time Travel

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Marinette flicks one of her bunny ears. She hasn’t worn the Rabbit in years. Is it possible to be rusty with a Miraculous? She huffs.

She opens up the burrow haphazardly. She has a mission to do. 

It’s frightening to think what a Domino effect can do. In normal cases, she will not resort to using the Rabbit Miraculous, but she's running on an ungodly amount of sleep and doesn’t know what to do. 

See, Titus just found her precious commissions and saw fit to make the shirts his new toys. And that only happened because Tim accidentally lit his chew toy on fire. Which only happened because Damian misplaced said chew toy. Which only happened because he was busy arguing with Jason one day. And Jason was set off in a bad mood because Bruce took him off vigilante privileges (even going as far as to steal his helmet, weapons, and suit). Her Dad only got irked because he thought Jason was behind a prank in his office. 

A prank which Marinette herself initiated. 

She finds the right timeline and squeezes into the hole. Unfortunately, it lands right inside Batcow’s barn. She puts a finger up to her lips to keep it from earning Alfred’s attention and sneaks off to the inside of the manor.

Marinette runs to her father’s office, detransforms and bursts inside. “Dad, don’t open that drawer!” 

Bruce, in the middle of opening that exact drawer, pauses. “What drawer? I thought you were asleep sweetheart.” 

She does a double take. Wait, the string’s not there! The prank’s not in place yet! She checks her pocket watch. True enough, past Marinette is still yet to set up her diabolical plan. 

“Nevermind!” She squeaks and shuts the door abruptly. 

She dashes through the hall and intercepts her former self (who’s heading to the office). Marinette shakes Past Marinette’s shoulders. “Whatever you do, don't pull off that prank! Your commissions! Our commissions! Uncle Jagged!” 

Past Marinette blinks sleepily. “Future Mari? How do I know you’re really me?” 

Marinette stares at herself dead in the eye. “Four years ago. At Musée Grévin—” 

Her duplicate’s eyes bug out. “Okay! Okay! I get it! Won’t do the prank anymore! Promise!” 

At that second, Marinette senses a presence near them. Both Marinettes freeze and turn to their side, where the kitchen is in view. Tim stares back at them, pouring coffee directly on the top of the island rather than his mug. 

“I . . . I should get some sleep instead,” Tim mutters. 

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[ggomos-maribat]

[35/?]

BDBWM Day 15 | Demons

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“Damian’s the demon, and Pixie’s the angel,” says Jason, popping open his soda drink. Marinette doesn’t know how the conversation ended up there. She hasn’t been listening before, but she’s listening now. 

“I take offense to that.” She points her pencil at Jason. “I am a demon.” 

Jason snorts disbelievingly. 

“I am! I’ll prove it to you,” Marinette scowls. “You’ve seen how much of a menace I can be!” 

“Pfft, what are you gonna do? Swap out all the spoons in the kitchen? Add less sugar to your brownies?” 

It’s because you don’t know about my Inari persona! Marinette wants to scream. 

“I can do much, much worse,” she declares threateningly.

“I am afraid you have opened the gates of hell, Todd.” Damian shakes his head solemnly. 

---

Marinette stifles her giggles. It’s easy enough breaking into Jason’s apartment. He made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch, white tuft of hair unguarded. 

She grabs the gel she bought the previous day: a quick dye that can be applied directly and lasts for a few days. She takes a generous dollop and carefully rubs it on his hair. Jason snores away, none the wiser. 

She does an evil laugh in her head, seeing the hot pink against his dark hair. For added effect, she puts more dye on some of his tips. Take that, Pink Hood. 

---

It’s another hostage situation in the grocery store. 

Marinette just wants to get some eggs. 

Red Hood moves to her side protectively—not subtle at all, Jay!—as the other vigilantes face off with Freeze and the other thugs. Marinette drums her fingers boredly on her basket. Then, she points at a batch of tin cans in one aisle. 

“What?” Red Hood asks. 

She smiles sweetly. “It’s you!” 

Spoiler passes by and manages to catch her words. She bellows out laughter as she throws her punches. 

---

“Is that Jason’s bike?” 

Marinette’s about to put the helmet over her head when Duke catches her red-handed. She’s already straddling the tall motorcycle, ready to steal it away for a ride. Damn, I should’ve stolen the tires instead. 

“Yeah . . .” she says. 

“Do you know how to drive that?” 

“Uhh, I’ve driven a scooter.” And a Lucky Charm motorcycle. Does that count? “Are you gonna tell Jay?” 

“What? No way! I’ll go with you.” Duke gets a helmet of his own and settles on the backseat. Marinette smirks and turns the engine on. 

They pass by a stunned (pink-haired) Jason who’s about to head up to his apartment. Marinette stops the bike in front of him, pulls up her visor, and snickers. “ ‘Sup?” 

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[ggomos-maribat]

[31/?]

BDBWM Day 11 | Robin

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Marinette just finished a multi-purpose robin-themed hoodie. Though it’s mainly fashioned after Damian’s suit, she included features from the previous Robins.

But she’s not satisfied. Not yet. To solve her restlessness, she hatches a plan, sneaks down to the Batcave, and sets up a camera. 

---

The timing is impeccable. Her brothers go down to the Batcave together and see their new suits at the same time. 

Dick gasps in delight. Jason looks terrifyingly disgusted. Tim stares blankly at his new clothing. 

They all come out simultaneously. Dick admires his upsized Robin suit, an exact replica of his old one. He laughs and does a twirl. “Damn, my ass looks great in this.” 

Jason comes out scowling. He’s wearing his helmet still, but his usual getup is replaced by his skintight Robin outfit. Marinette stifles her laughs. “Where the hell did my jacket go?” 

When Tim slides out, he has his cape wrapped around him like a blanket. “It’s kind of cold in this.” 

Dick looks over to where Damian hid to change. “At least Little D still has his own suit—” 

Dick, Tim and Jason burst out guffawing when Damian steps out. Instead of his usual suit, he has a Discowing outfit, complete with the deep V-neckline and high collar. The glare he sends the others transcends hell. 

Marinette smiles to herself, making a mental note to edit herself into the picture with them. 

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[ggomos-maribat]

[34/?]

BDBWM Day 14 | Overprotection

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Marinette finishes slipping on her shoes at the same time the doorbell rings. She races towards it, giddiness pumping in her chest. 

But Jason beats her to it. 

He opens the door and easily covers the path with his stature. Marinette’s face twists into a scowl. Jason leans on the doorframe. “Name, age, occupation, intentions with my sister?” 

Before the visitor can reply, Marinette pulls Jason away, growling, “Felix Graham de Vanily, eighteen, my fucking boyfriend, here to take me out on a date!” 

“Hmp.” Jason crosses his arms. 

“I already told you about our plans!” She raises her voice. “Wait—did you just go to the manor for this? Weren’t all of you done with your shovel talk?!” 

Jason examines his fingernails. “Were we?” 

She waves him away. “Go away, Jason.” 

He turns to Felix. “Have her home by—” 

“Nine p.m. sharp, I know.” Felix says coolly. 

Damian pops out of nowhere with his katana. “Keep her safe or else I will skewer you!” 

“Damian!” Marinette hisses. “Not the family heirloom!” 

The boy grumbles under his breath after Felix makes the promise. Marinette pushes both her brothers away and shuts the door behind her. Felix smiles, takes her hand, and bends down to press a featherlight kiss on her knuckles. “Mademoiselle.” 

Her grin stretches wide as she pulls him for a hug. “Mon amour, I missed you.” 

In her periphery, she spots both Jason and Damian’s face squished against the window. She throws them a glare and locks her arm around Felix’s, walking down the front steps. 

“I’m so sorry about them,” she groans, running her fingers through her heated curls. 

“It’s not out of the ordinary,” Felix says with a hint of amusement in his tone. “It’s a good thing they are protective of you.” 

“Overprotective,” she corrects. “This is why I prefer our dates to be in Paris and not Gotham.” 

“Even so, they find ways to threaten me.” 

She huffs. 

—

“And then I told Adrien to catch those M&M’s with his mouth—” Marinette stops, nearly dropping her fork. 

There, on one of the rooftops near the outdoor restaurant, she spots several figures. Reds. Green. Blue. Black. 

Her entire family. 

Her mouth hangs open as she tries not to look at them. “It’s still the afternoon!” She whispers. “Why the hell are they here?” 

Felix doesn’t seem to mind, but the vigilantes diligently follow them on their date: hiding behind trees during their stroll in the gardens; scaling windows outside the museum; hopping across buildings whenever they traveled with a cab. She also spots Orphan casually sitting on a park bench, reading an oversized newspaper, not bothering to make herself less suspicious. 

As they walk in the streets, Marinette stops and looks straight at Felix. “Let’s go to a love hotel.” 

“Ma belle, your father will have a heart attack.” 

“I don’t care. As long as it gets us some privacy.” 

“They will stage a crime scene there to keep us out.” 

She muffles her frustrated scream against his chest. They will, won’t they? 

—

Marinette slams Bruce’s home office door open, fuming in her stomps. “Dad.” She fearlessly faces him head on. “I want to file a restraining order.”

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[ggomos-maribat]

[33/?]

BDBWM Day 13 | Identities

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Marinette is in a panic. 

They’re supposed to visit the Kents in a few hours and she forgot that her Uncle Clark knows about her. She makes a mad dash to the privacy of her room and looks for his number. 

“Uncle C!” She squeaks out when he picks up, spilling everything out in one breath. “Can you maybe keep quiet about my identity during the picnic ‘cause I haven’t told Dad and the others and make sure Conner and Jon and Aunt Lois keep quiet too in case they know?” 

Thankfully, Clark is able to get all of that. “Sure, Marinette. I’m sure your family won’t bring up vigilante work anyway because you’re there.” 

She sighs in relief. “Yeah, but just in case. Thanks Uncle C.” 

---

While her Uncle Clark is subtle about her and her family’s identities, he’s not subtle about his. He keeps disappearing during the family picnic, running off to multiple emergencies. She feels sorry for him; being Superman means having your hands full after all. 

She spreads the jam on her bread and bites into it. Clark stands up for the fifth time, earning everyone’s eyes. “Sorry, I gotta go again. This’ll be quick,” he waves and goes back to the house. 

Marinette munches on her sandwich. “Uncle’s awfully busy today.” 

Without batting an eye, Bruce speaks up. “He has hemorrhoids.” 

Conner nearly chokes on his cake while Jon’s eyes widen. Lois releases a huff of slightly amused laughter through her nose. Ma and Pa Kent exchange glances. 

“Is that so?” Marinette raises an eyebrow. “Is that why you run out to emergencies too, Dad?” 

Bruce scoffs. “Of course not. I always have work.”  

“Yeah, yeah, as if you don’t go check on your Beanie Babies whenever you think they’ve been messed with.” 

“You have Beanie Babies?!” Dick exclaims. 

“He bought a rare one for half a million one time in an auction.” Tim nods. 

Marinette’s sure that the red tinting Bruce’s cheeks aren’t from sunburn.

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[ggomos-maribat]

[22/?]

BDBWM Day 2 | Of Miraculouses and Magic

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They’re mumbling amongst themselves, but Marinette has a hunch on what they’re talking about. Her father, Babs, and Tim are looking more into what happened in Paris and they probably want to ask her about it since she comes from the city. Their problem is that they can’t be too suspicious when they ask me. 

Finally, they approach her. Bruce sits across from her, while both Barbara and Tim share a laptop. 

“Marinette, we wanted to ask a few things about Paris,” Bruce begins. “For—for business. We have a branch in the city and we’re concerned about the aftermath of the Hawkmoth thing.” 

Tim doesn’t even hide his facepalm. 

“Sure, what do you guys want to know?” 

Barbara takes over. “For starters, what can you tell us about the Miraculouses? It’s still unclear about how the magic works.” 

Marinette hears Tim mutter under his breath: “Real subtle, guys.” 

“The Miraculouses? Let me see . . .” Marinette taps her chin. “Which Miraculous specifically?” 

“The Black Cat. Let’s start with that.” 

“Ooh, the ring of the Black Cat. That one’s unpredictable. Chat gets these insane side effects and he practically becomes a cat! I saw him cough up a hairball once and I’m pretty sure he does the slow blinking thing. Ah, and when you wear that ring, you automatically get a cheese scent on you.” 

Barbara stops typing and readjusts her glasses. “That’s—that’s not in the records . . .” 

“Are you sure about this, Mari?” Tim asks. 

“Absolutely. Chat usually stops by my place before. I’d prepare a box for him.” 

“You never told me that.” Bruce frowns. 

“Okay, next. What about the Turtle? The one with the shield?” Barbara says. 

“There’s a special ritual you have to do before the shield power can work,” Marinette cheerily explains. “You have to wear a shell hat on the week before you plan to use the power and walk really slowly to channel the power of the Turtle. Sometimes it works. Sometimes, it doesn’t. It really depends. Apparently, if you wear a bulletproof vest, it works better.” 

“I see . . .” Tim drums his fingers on his knee. “And the Butterfly Miraculous?” 

“I don’t know a lot about it because Hawkmoth was a crazy recluse.” Marinette sighs. “Ladybug confirmed some side effects though: a bald head, a disgusting fashion taste on the suit itself and the akumas, an overwhelming urge to–quote, unquote–’yeet’ children, and a streak of failure if the Miraculous is used for evil.” 

“All the information you said is new to us, sweetheart. Are you really sure about this?” Bruce questions, evidently unconvinced. 

Marinette leans back with a hidden mischievous grin. “Trust me. I’m an expert.” 

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