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Here's an idea you can do if you want. Marinette is Tim's younger sister that goes missing before he became robin. She somehow ends up in Paris with almost no memories. Only a few of her brother. Years later she is in Gotham (maybe a class trip or something. I will let you decide why she is there. When I think of this I imagine she is still in school.) and she ends up in an attack and gets seriously injured. You can then decided how Tim finds out.

Stay With Me Now

It never made the news. He was stupid to believe that his parents really had when he told them. It was as if she never existed. His parents said that she was traveling with grandparents. Tim didn’t even know if they actually existed. Said she was at boarding school. Said she was on a humanitarian trip. She was always somewhere else far away from Gotham. And Tim knew that everything his parents said was a lie. The rest of the world may have forgotten Marianne Drake, but Tim wouldn’t. That was his little sister, and he would do everything he could to bring her back.

_________ When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was that the whole room was white. There was a beeping noise next to her. And her head hurt.

“Tom, she's awake!”

A gentle voice said from the edge of wherever she was.

“Hello Marinette, we’re so happy you’re awake.”

The voice said. Was that her name, she couldn’t remember. It must be if the voice is calling her that though.

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright. We were so worried about you after that car hit you, but the doctors said you were going to be okay.”

Marinette—that didn’t feel right, but her head hurt when she tried to think why that was, so she’d let it be for now— turned her head to side slightly and cracked her eyes open ever so slightly to look at the two people next to her. There was a lady with short black hair and gray eyes, her skin was pale and looked very smooth. Next to her was a man with chestnut brown hair and mustache, his face had more curves than the woman’s and was not as smooth looking.

“Sorry, who are you?”

The woman looked almost heartbroken, but she didn’t understand why.

“The doctors said this might happen. Mon amor, do you remember what happened before you woke up here?”

The woman asked so softly. Marinette shook her head slightly, but that was a mistake as everything began to spin slightly from the small movement making her feel a little queasy. The woman nodded sadly.

“I see, it’s worse than I thought. Marinette darling, on your way to school, you were hit by a car causing you to hit your head on the road. The head injury was pretty bad, the doctors said that there was a possibility you might have amnesia, but we didn’t want to believe that it would happen to you. Marinette darling, I’m your mother, Sabine, and this is your father, Tom.”

Marinette didn’t turn to look at them again, her head was still spinning a little and she didn’t want to risk throwing up. A shudder went down her spine of even the thought of doing so in front of others, but she didn’t know why.

A few days later she was released from the hospital and went back to the bakery/apartment where apparently her and her family lived. The place felt completely unfamiliar to her, just like her…parents. But everytime she tried to understand why that was, her head began to hurt so badly that she would need to lay down for the rest of the day to make the pounding stop. So, in order to stop the constant pain, she stopped trying to understand why her head was saying that everything around her was wrong. She went along with everything, did what others said, kept busy in order to halt even the temptation to understand on a deeper level why nothing was right and why she was missing something very important. When she did this, Tom and Sabine were much happier, her classmates would stay around her longer, and they would even invite her to events as long as she helped them with something! That was familiar, that felt right! Being left alone except when someone asked her to help them felt familiar and her head was singing at the normality of the actions. Was that bad? She didn’t dwell on it, in fact she just stayed on that path and let everything continue its course.

Often though her mind would wander anyways and she would remember bright blue eyes that looked like hers, but were more steely. She would draw a young man with untidy black hair and a bright smile. She would draw an outline of an unfamiliar city with a boy and mini her next to him taking pictures of dark shadows hidden in the background. She even drew a big garden with the boy dangling upside down from a tree. She giggled when she was done with that one, a feeling of childish glee running through her for reasons she didn’t fully understand. She didn’t know who this boy was, but she felt so drawn to him. So she kept drawing him in a bunch of different positions that made her laugh and smile. Sometimes though, he would be sad or scared. A few times when she drew him in a nice suit he would be stoic, and that made her feel weird and sad, so she stopped drawing him suits. He looked nicer in comfortable clothing and nerdy t-shirts anyways.

Things rarely ever felt right in this city no matter how much she tries to convince herself otherwise. Tom and Sabine were nice and were always very warm, but everytime she said they were her parents her brain felt all weird. But at least she had the boy in her drawings, the one thing that could make everything feel right in her mind.

_________ Five years later

Marinette knew this wasn’t a good idea! She shouldn’t have believed them! Ever since Lila had come all she has done is make her life miserable, and she hadn’t even done anything to her! She tried to make peace with the girl, she had even made her own dress for goodness sake! But no, that wasn’t good enough because even after that she wouldn’t stop spreading lies about her. And worst of all she threatened to lie about Tom’s and Sabine’s bakery!

Currently they were visiting Gotham for US and France friendship day because even though there were so many cons to coming here, Lila “knew the Wayne’s”, so they “had to”become here to the “Crime Capital of the World”.

They had been eating at a small dinner quite a bit away from their hotel, and when Marinette left to use the bathroom a bit before they were supposed to leave, they got up and left her. She didn’t know exactly where she was, but from her surroundings she knew to keep her phone away and to make sure the taser she had bought at the airport here was clutched tightly in her hand.

Constantly she looked around her to make sure nobody was following her and looked into alleyways before she got too close to them. This felt familiar, it felt right, and everything about this strange city didn’t feel so strange after all. Unfortunately, despite her attempts at being cautious, she still wasn’t able to escape from the multiple pairs of hands that pulled her into one of the alleyways. So tried to scream for help, but they covered her mouth and took the taser away from her before she could do anything. The next thing she knew she was being slammed harshly against a wall with three filthy faces leering at her from above. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes filled her senses and it took everything in her to keep the cough that was itching at her throat from escaping.

“Lookin Wha’ we go’ ‘ere.”

The man right in front of her drawled out. There was a dark twinkle in his eye that made her shudder. Not to mention that she couldn’t escape his breath which made her want to gag. Her eyes darted side to side looking for an opening of some kind that she could use to escape.

“She’s pretty small. Whatcha’ doin’ all by yourself girlie?”

The man on her right asked while taking a lock of her hair into his hands only to begin to fiddle with it. Marinette glared up at the men and kicked the man in front of her in the shin. He let go of her and while the others were in shock she tried to run for it. She got only a few feet before she was hit in the head by something hard. Her body hit the dirty pavement hard and her head began to throb in time with her racing heart.

“Tha’ wasn’ very nice little lady.”

The man she had kicked growled. She tried to push herself up, but then there was a sharp stinging in her abdomen where one of the other men had just kicked her. She tried to gasp for breath but all she could hear was her own heart and the clicking of metal against metal. Tears poured down her cheeks and her head hurt. She didn’t even notice when everything went silent, too silent. All she could think about was bright blue eyes, a large mansion, a bright city on the rooftops, shadows, empty halls, cold parents, a flight, walking across the street, a car, it didn’t stop! It was the people she saw earlier who were driving, they lived in the big manner with the boy, she lived with the boy! Her head felt like it was going to explode!

“Miss! Miss it’s okay. They can’t hurt you ever again.”

There was a small reprieve from the pain where she could hear a gentle voice speak. They were about a foot away and keeping their distance. She appreciated that. She opened her eyes—when had she closed them—and saw a man in red and black armor. He had black hair with a streak of white and a red domino mask.

“Robin?”

Because she remembered looking at that face with her brother, SHE HAD A BROTHER! Then the pain was back with full force. She clutched her head hoping it would make the pain go away or at least lessen it, but no! It got worse and worse and though she couldn’t hear herself doing it, she knew she was sobbing. Something warm and solid was holding her and she quickly leaned against it because maybe that would take the pain away?! But it never faded, never lessened. She wanted her brother back! Tim, where’s? She hadn’t seen him in what…five years? She wanted to go home, why wasn’t she home? At some point she lost consciousness, the pain in her head too unbearable for her to process while awake. But all she could think about was a boy with steely blue eyes and a goofy smile.

_________ Jason didn’t know what to do. He had stopped three scumbags from hurting a girl who couldn’t be older than maybe 14, and then she’s screaming and clutching her head in pain. He had noticed that there was a cut on her head she was bleeding from, but it didn’t look bad enough for this type of reaction. He tried to comfort her from a distance but that didn’t seem to be doing much. Then when he heard her whisper,

“Robin.”

He was silent himself and slightly in shock. But then she started crying almost hysterically again and he had to do something. He slowly approached her and carefully picked her up. He was glad when she leaned into his chest and not away from it, but she wouldn’t stop crying. Then she began to mumble,

“Tim-Tam….where’s Tim? M-mother……F-Father, why?! WHY?! Home! Tim, where’s b-big brother Tim!”

She was clutching at her head so tightly he had to remove and restrain her hands to keep her from hurting herself. He felt a burn of rage at the mention of his replacement's name. He doubted it was him though, she had an accent that wasn’t Bristol or Gothamite, more…French. He was relieved when he finally reached his location. He looked down and was both relieved and filled with anxiety when he saw the girl seemed to be unconscious.

“Leslie! She needs some help.”

He called out as he entered through the back of the small clinic near Crime Alley. Dr. Leslie quickly came in and examined the young girl in his arms with a nod.

“Follow me.”

Was all she said before she turned and headed towards one of the private rooms. He quickly laid the girl on the gurney and gave his report of how he found her. Leslie just nodded along as she began to clean and wrap the wound on her head and the scrapes on her hands.

“Thank you Red Hood. She’ll be fine now, she won’t be able to answer any questions till she’s awake. I’ll let you know when that is.”

Jason gave a small nod and with one last glance at the sleeping girl he left back into the night.

As Jason ran across the rooftops his mind wandered back to the girl and the constant murder of “Tim”. There was no way it could be true, afterall Timothy Drake was an only child…but then his mind wandered back to the galas. He had seen at least once before, and now that he thought about it there was a small girl that followed the boy. Then there was the whispering of how one of the children was always gone, doing something else, they never visited Gotham once even though they were very young.

He paused atop one of the taller apartments in Crime Alley and glared out into the night. There are millions of Tim’s around the world, so why was he so set on believing she was talking about the stinking Replacement?! Whatever, Leslie will let him know more about whatever happened later. For now, he had a city to protect.

_________ When Marinette woke up, her head still throbbed slightly, but not as much as last night which was a reprieve. She looked around the small white room that smelled like chemicals. There was a soft beeping on her right and her throat felt scratchy. Everything felt a little dizzy, and goodness this felt like déja vu. The next thing she knew when she didn’t see Tom and Sabine sitting next to her was that someone had opened the door. She was a rather tall lady with greying hair and wrinkled with age and stress, but she still held a soft bright smile.

“Hello, how are you feeling right now?”

She asked as she slowly approached Marinette and began to check her bandages and vitals.

“I’m feeling okay. My head still hurts, but other than that.”

She nodded then asked,

“Do you remember what happened last night?”

Marinette was about to shake her head no, but stopped as everything began to flood her brain once more and all of the memories she lost filled her mind. She sat up quickly only to fall back against the gurney as the world started to spin around her. Thankfully Leslie had already prepared and placed a trash can in her lap and Marinette Marianne began to throw up.

“You need to be careful, you have a concussion.”

Leslie stated once she was done emptying her stomach that was practically empty already. She handed Marianne a cup of water and once she finished asked,

“Now you don’t have to, but can you tell me your name and what happened last night?”

“My name is Marianne Janet Drake. Last night I was walking back to the hotel my class was staying at after they had left me at the diner we were staying at and was attacked by three men. I tried to get away, but they took my taser and pinned me to a wall. When I found an opening I kicked the man in the center in the shin and made a run for it, but they caught up to me and hit me in the back of the head with…I think it was the back of my taser. I fell and hit my head against the pavement and before I could move one of the others kicked me in the stomach. I blacked out a bit after that because my head was hurting so badly at the time with memories, and the next thing I knew was Robin was there in a different outfit and he saved me. Then the pain came back and the next thing I know is I woke up here.”

The woman just stared at her with a neutral face. She looked back down at her clipboard and finished writing something before looking back at her.

“What do you mean memories came rushing back?”

“I travelled to Paris, France with my parents, and got hit by a car. I’ve been an amnesiac for five years now.”

She nodded.

“How old are you?”

“14.”

“Do you have any other relatives?”

“Janet and Jack Drake, Timothy Drake, and I honestly don’t know if I have any other relatives.”

“Alright. Thank you Marianne, I’ll be back soon.”

And with that Leslie left the room. She needed to make a phone call. Marianne laid back against the bed and stared at the ceiling trying to reorganize her thoughts and memories as she tried to sort out why Tom and Sabine had lied to her all of this time and why her real parents would hit her in the first place.

_________ About two hours later the door to Marianne’s room burst open and Marianne quickly sat up to come face-to-face with steel blue eyes that held a deep familiar worry in them. They stared at each other for a long time, neither knowing how much time actually passed when he whispered,

“Bean?”

“Tim-Tam?”

She said just as quietly, tears forming in the siblings' eyes. He raced towards her and scooped her into his arms as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’ve missed you so much. Don’t worry, you don’t have to leave again. I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Marianne sobbed against his chest as she clutched into her older brother. He should be 16 now, he’s grown a little too. He carefully maneuvered them so that he was laying against the bed and she was curled up atop him, the two siblings holding onto each other as they cried.

“Robin saved me.”

She whispered,

“He brought me here which led me to you.”

Tim placed another kiss to the back of her head and whispered,

“Really? That’s so amazing. I’ll have to thank him the next time I see him. I owe him a favor for this wonderful miracle he’s brought me.”

Marianne giggled softly through her tears and rested her head under his chin, just like when they were younger.

“I missed you! I mi-missed you so much Tim-Tam. I couldn’t forget you, I couldn’t stop drawing you.”

Tim smiled gently as more tears fell like a waterfall down his cheeks,

“Good. Because I never stopped looking for you. Now you’re back, and you don’t ever have to leave again. You can stay with me now.”

“I’d like that.”

She whispered as her eyes began to slowly close and exhaustion took hold and she fell asleep in the safety of her brother's hold.

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