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Random post:

My sister and I were just casually listening to Disney songs coz why not. So Simba's " Just can't wait to be King", comes on and she goes, "You know what would be crazy?",

and I ask 'what' just to entertain her and she goes, "Plot twist: What if Scar actually killed Mufasa because Simba is actually his son."

I've sat on my bed for the past half hour just thinking about this one concept.

#Random Tuesday thoughts. #Rave shenanigans 😂

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This is taken from two prompts that I saw from @bruciemilf.

The first prompt was that Martha Wayne was Russian and the second prompt was that Thomas Wayne was Texan.

If we were to combine the two prompts, we would end up with a very sassy, very sarcastic Russian Texan Bruce Wayne. This man would be unstoppable. No one gets to pull one over Bruce in meetings at WE.

He has the seriousness of his mother, business savey, smile of a predator, eyes sharp and tongue sharper as he cussed at board members in Russian, accent and pronounation perfection galore.

That ability to annoy particularly slizly members with that condescending cherry smile of his father. "Bless your heart, you're just a darling," accent thick smile sunny.

But he is also the product of Alfred Pennyworths proper British mannerisms. Sarcastic remarks are free, polite conversation reserved for family and close friends, raised eyebrow that gets his kids nervous.

But one thing that he got that makes him stand out as a parent is the continuous soft but stern nurturing ways that he gets from all three of his parents. This is why the Wayne kids aren't spoiled brats. He is not afraid to lecture them in Russian in public, they are very quickly humbled with that condescending smile and they are never afraid to get advise, because it will come in the form of politeness and the respect of an equal.

This man would be unstoppable honestly.

#Russian Texan Bruce Wayne #Batfamily #alfred pennyworth #batfamily shenanigans #Martha and Thomas Wayne #Check out @bruciemilf. They're great.

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Hear me out. So Dick and Jason have always known languages. Dick from his time traveling with the circus and Jason from his time sneaking into the library and devouring all types of books when he was still on the streets.

And because of this, they could connect more easily due to their shared love of language. (Cannon can kiss my ass thank you very much.)

They made it a point to learn new languages together, so much so that they even passed Bruce in the number of languages they knew and spoke.

This is the driving factor that brings them close when Jason comes from the whole dead and resurrected drama.

The problem comes that they think everyone speaks the same languages. Like they'll be speaking English one minute then the switch it up to Swahili because they forgot a word in English and then carry on speaking in a different language until they forget a word again and change languages.

Bruce is the only one who can mildly keep up with them, but other than that his completely lost because of the shear speed the switch up the language.

It gets irritating when they're all at the dinner table and the two oldest forget the names of simple things. Like salt.

"Hey Demon spar. Pass the *snaps fingers as he tries to remember the name* the 鹽 (jim4) [Cantonese]."

And poor Damian is so lost so he looks to Dick and Dick goes "άλας (álas) [Greek]" as if that's any better. And the poor baby is just so confused, so he looks to his baba because his baba should know but his baba also looks confused. And Alfred, bless his soul knows Greek so he goes, "The salt Master Damian. Master Jason is asking for the salt."

And the whole table is also very confused and irritated by this whole exchange.

When the eldest two argue, it's explosive and physical and confusing because of the mess of languages, and the only time you hear a spark of English is when one has a black eye and the other has a nose bleed and their both laying on their backs and the only words exchanged is, "Fuck you dickface." and, "Love you too Jay."

They hug it out then throw the middle finger over their backs, limp out the room and opposite ways of the hallway.

All this happens in the full view of the family and nobody asks what words were exchanged, nobody asks what they were fighting about, they just sit shell shocked, each and everytime.

Except Bruce, who gets majority of what was said. He sits with his head in his hands and let's out a dispointed sigh. "All this ruckes because of cake." He stands so he can go call his therapist (Clark).

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #Batfamily shenanigans #Tired dad Bruce Wayne #You better believe Dick and Jason will Gossip about some straight to their face. #Language nerds #Confused bean Damian Wayne

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Like all Arab mothers Taila al Ghul wears sandals for one purpose and one purpose only.

It is the ultimate weapon of discipline. It flies at speeds that go upto 380 k/h. Easy to put on and very easy to take off to hit her boys.

Jason and Damian grew to fear the sound of sandals.

They didn't clean their rooms; hight speed sandal to the back of their heads.

Half assing training; sandal in the face.

Rushing thought prayers; oh is dear, is that shoe flying.

Stuffing food down their throats; that's a very nice look bruise at the back of your head there boys.

And you best believe that when Jason and Damian have kids of their own, Talia would buy sandals for them.

#Arab mom Taila al Ghul #Jason raised his pair of sandals in the air like Rafiki did to Simba #batfam #jason todd #Damian Wayne #Taila al Ghul

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People underestimate how intimidating Dick Grayson can be. No, no how Richard John Grayson can be.

You know how there is a difference between Batman and Bruce Wayne. Yeah that's Dick Grayson and Richard John Grayson.

Listen Dick is our fun loving, has no fashion sense, pun loving, mostly traumatized, insanely flexible (seriously the dudes an elastic), friendly neighbourhood Nightwing.

This is the dude you go to for consulting and gives you a lollipop after he gives you very questionable advice that strangely works. His the dude that blinds the room in a rainbow bedazzled skin tight jump suit because he feels like it.

Richard, is the opposite. He is the result of oppressed emotions, no sleep, no shits left to give and someone after his family.

Richard is a wall. A wall of fire and undissolving ice. He is the epitome of imperturbable tranquility. Emotionless. Uncaring. He is the type to commit five degree murder in front of Bruce and not break eye contact. He is the fully developed child that wanted to kill Tony Zocco.

He is a burning furnace of razor sharp ice. He is the type to make you share your deepest secrets with just one look.

He was the last face Joker saw when he killed Jason. And there is a reason he is hidden.

#Dick Grayson #Richard John Grayson #Dc

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Hear me out, okay. Damian is a very casual person. Like he knows slang and swears like a sailor (Jason's fault) and knows memes like he knows his colour pallet, but not in English.

You can't tell me that the first language Talia spoke to Damian was English. No you fool! It was Arabic, then Chinese, then Persian before English.

Because his whole life was surrounded by these three languages, he learned to have more casual conversations in them.

The only reason he speaks so formally in English is because Jason would read him classical literature, and that's the problem. Classical literature if formal and old. Jason never bothered to talk to Damian in English for him to know how to converse in casual conversation, and this being the case Damian grew up thinking this is how people talk.

This being said this is the only reason the family knows Arabic and Persian (they all knew Chinese). The only way to have a casual conversation with him is to talk to him in these languages, and this is how the family leard that Damian is a comedian. Like he can make Bruce and Alfred belly laugh at the most inane, sexually explicit and cras things at the drop of a hat (just like Jason).

He is the only one rivaling Jason in the swear jar, Dick was so shocked he actually cried. This gets worse when he hits 19.

Like that one time he and Tim were walking to the office when they were approached by paparazzi. Like Damian went from cussing their ancestors to dissing their appearance, to saying Joker thinks their joke all in one breath, all with a straight face that it had his 26 year old brother rolling on the floor. Bruce seeing this from the lobby - Where he was talking to a very important ambassador-, comes out to drag both of them inside by their ears. Damian is still going off and Tim is still clutching his stomach.

And the paparazzi is so confused because one: they know Damian to be a very formal young man, if not a little dry and sarcastic, and two: They didn't understand shit. This whole thing has Gotham shocked. Jason and Talia have never been so proud.

#Damian: Jason Todd's mini me #Make Damian more of a teenager please #Alfred Pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #Tim Drake #Batfamily shenanigans #Talia al Ghul

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"Bruce Wayne can't cook to save his life." That's a load of bullshit. Listen Bruce can cook, he just doesn't have the time for it, and the fact that he hardly passes as functional human being.

You can't tell me that in all his traveling he hasn't picked up something. If he can remember miniature details for a case that was three years ago, he can remember recipes.

Listen other than Alfred, Martha Wayne was the only person who knew how to cook. Martha wasn't going to let her son become like his father it that department. She and Alfred taught Bruce everything from the correct utensils to how to properly spice meat, "BBQ spice is not for chicken Master Bruce, have some class."

That was one thing Alfred and Bruce still kept doing after his parents died, and because of this he becomes an amazing cook.

When he meant Taila, trust and believe that she went Gordon Ramsey on his ass when she taught him how to cook the meals of her homeland (that's when he fell in love with her. I refuse to believe anything else on this matter), and obviously as he traveled he gained more knowledge on different dishes. Most from his masters and some from random old ladies that he came across.

The problem comes when he desides to take over the company and become the cities regular furry problem. He just doesn't have time and this leads to his kids never finding out. They grow up knowing that Alfred cooks. They also don't know that on rare occasion that Bruce is free he would sneek into their apartments and make food that can be frozen and reheated, because just like him, his kids can hardly pass as functional.

And that's how Jason found him, one random Tuesday. There his father was, floating around in a black AC/DC t-shirt, gray slacks, sparkly pink crocs(Dick), Jason's apron (because Jason is the only kid that knows how to cook) and the Rolling Stones playing form a speaker that was definitely Tim's. Bruce only glances at him before speaking, "Go change, wash your hands, then come cut the carrots." then goes to drain the pasta, and because Jason is to stunned to speak he goes without a word.

Jason doesn't bring it up, so Bruce won't bring it up.

One thing he does do every night is make Damian, Duke, Tim and Steph's school lunch. He strongly objects to the idea of his babies eating Gotham Academy/University powder egg shit. No sir.

That's how the family found out. That was funny.

"I once saw you put salt and vinegar Lay's in bread."

"Not my finest moment."

They tell Dick. He laughs in their face until he sees his dad in his kitchen cutting onions without flinching or wiping his eyes.

"You have no soul."

"Yes I don't. Wash your hand and cut that baby marrow."

"But I don't like baby marrow." he complained as he washed his hands.

"I have no soul, right?"

Dick sticks out his tongue, he get whacked by a wooden spoon.

#Bruce the chef #Batfamily shenanigans #Damian tears up #Jason and Bruce cook together as therapy #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batkids #Someone make a AU out of this please #Get threatened by their father who is holding a wooden spoon is scarier than his disappointed voice #Martha Wayne would be proud #Cass found out when he helped her with a case in Hong Kong. #She is very much in love with his food and trust and believe she would brag about it at any point. #Thalia sends recipes to Bruce so he can make them for Damian and Jason

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Myth

(Ages are not conical, so just go with it, but that’s also the power of fanfiction.)

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Myth – a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events – that’s what he is, and he liked it.

No, he loved it. For someone who lived his whole life in the spotlight, it makes sense as to why he actively tries to hide. He hides from the press, he hides from friends and family, and especially from the hero community.

See, here’s the thing; he doesn’t necessarily exist. To the hero community that is. He did his time as Robin and then travelled as a nameless hero. Came back to Gotham with a new name but strictly stayed in the shadows. People sort of knew of his existence, but since he didn’t show his face, people just assumed he was a spook.

Bruce also liked to keep a lot of secrets from the JL, so it made it easier to stay hidden, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they didn’t know about him. He has done missions for the JL, but it was those intel missions that needed to be extra secret. He never once showed his face to the Justice League, and he liked it like that.

So you can imagine his irritation when Bruce called him. No, not Bruce, Batman.

“It’s only Monday B and I’m not in the mood, so whatever it is, no.” He didn’t even give Bruce a chance to speak.

“I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t think it was important. Dick has a cold and a bullet wound that he tried to hide, you know how it is. The girls and Duke are in deep cover, Jason is off world, Damian would kill them on sight just for them looking at him, plus his working with the Titans, and I obviously can’t go. I have other missions.”

“What’s the mission?” He asked just as he felt a small tug on his pants. When he looked down, he saw that it was his little two year old daughter. Tim smiled, before he picked her up, and sat her on his lap. She rested her head on his chest then she fell asleep.

Bruce took off his crawl so he could rub his face. “Intel mission.”

“Don’t you have a special team for this type of stuff? Oh wait you do. The YJ!” Tim whisper yelled so that he didn’t wake Nalaya up, because God help them all if she wakes up when she’s sick.

“You know as well as I do why we can’t just put them on this mission without Dick. As much as I want to trust them, I can’t, not yet anyways. I gave them a chance, they messed it up. They still need to prove themselves to me before I can let them go without Wing.”

“So essentially, I’m babysitting a group of young adults that are as reckless as toddlers on a sugar rush. How urgent is the mission?”

“Toddlers on a sugar rush? Wait - Tim did you get Nalaya on a sugar rush?” The amusement in Bruces’ voice was clear as day. Tim went pink.

“Answer the question B. How urgent is the mission?” Tim asked as he cleared his throat.

“Three days.”

“No.”

“Tim please. You’re my best bet at the moment.”

“If you want me to go so badly, push it for a week and a half. Mari is in New York for fashion week and can’t afford to look after a sick toddler. Both would need her full attention, hence why I am working from home. Mari is only gonna be home next Wednesday because she wants to visit her parents. Next week Wednesday. Deal?”

“Fine, thank you. I’ll see you at 2200h Wednesday at the Young Justice headquarters.” Then with no further ceremony, the Bat signed off.

Tim rolled his eyes. “Your grandfather is a pain in my butt.” Then he stood up carefully as to not wake up his kid. “Let’s get you to bed princess.”

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They have all heard of myths and legends. Different kinds, from different communities, friends and family and especially in their line of work. Some were just for scares and for fun, most where true when it came to working with magic, and some where made up to throw people of their game.

Red Robin was one of those myths that the Bat-clan say to throw them off their game, or so they thought.

Imagine walking into their base of operations and seeing said myth talking casually with the big bad Bat, holding a coffee cup as if they were old friends, which couldn’t be right seeing as Red Robin looked younger then the Bat. A year or two younger than them actually. What the fuck.

When the two bats noticed the team they strained up and went blank faced. “Team meet the myth himself Red Robin. He will be helping you with this intel mission only. Double R the Young Justice team. You are to retrieve intel only. An over view of the mission has been sent to you. You leave in fifteen minutes.” He then turned away to the zeta tube, but before he left he turned his head to Red Robin. “Do not, and I mean do not pull that stunt you did with the LOA bases.”

“Such little faith. I won’t B. I promise.”

Batman raised his eyebrow. “LB would kill me if I did, so I won’t.” Batman nodded his head, then turned around and walked to the tubes.

There was a tense silence before RR broke it. “I’ll meet you in the hanger. I have to go and cuss out Nightwing.” He said as he turned to walk to the direction of the hanger.”

“Why would you want to cuss out Nightwing?” Wally asked.

“Because my brother is an idiot, and he is very lucky I moved out or I would have done more than cuss him out.” He said not stopping and not turning around.

“Is it me or did today go from tense to super weird in a total of five minutes?”

“It’s not only you Wally. Never mind that. We have a mission to complete. Let’s go team.”

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“What happened with the LOA bases?” Conner asked to fill the silence.

Red Robin stopped typing to look Conner straight in the eye. A chill went the young supers spin when double R smirked.

“There is a reason Ra’s al Ghul is afraid of me. I blew up most of his bases because he had something of mine. I blew six more out of pure spit.”

The team stayed quite for the rest of the trip.

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Six hours, one failed mission and a portal to somewhere, the team stood in the middle of a field, being glared down by Red Robin.

“What in the ever loving fuck was that?!”

They were silent, and that only made him more angry and frustrated.

It was a simple mission. Get a hard-drive that had blueprints to a machine that Luthor was building for the Light and get out, undetected and unharmed. The shitshow that happened is what he was trying to comprehend. How are they this bad or where they just being cocky and wanting to show off. This mission could be long over if they had followed his plan.

“I ask again. What the fuck happened?” His tone went from deadly shouting to deadly calm in two seconds flat, it made shivers run up his spin.

“What is your deal? We only messed up a little, but we got the information. Mission complete. No need to be all bitchy.” Conner said, getting tired of this dudes attitude.

Tim let out a dark chuckle. He did not just say that to his face when he was the main cause of this failed mission.

“My deal. Here’s my deal. You, along with your team had one simple task to do. Scout ahead and report to me. I would be the one to infiltrate the base and get the information. My problem started when you disobeyed a direct order to not engaging. At. All. But no, that was such a hard job. By you not staying put, you got your team injured. Then you went off by switching off your coms, ignoring everyone, which by the way got us portaled to Ice land. Your biggest flop so far was getting the incorrect data. So please, Superboy, tell me I’m wrong.”

It was silent. “That’s what I thought. Now, you will listen carefully. You are to dismantle every tracking, communication, and electronic device on you.”

“Why?” Wrong question from Artemis.

“Why? Why is because your egotistical teammate messed up the mission against his evil surrogate father, and I for one don’t want to be hunted by that madman. So my suggestion is do it yourself, before I turn every electronic device on you into a taser.”

That’s what he thought. Once changed in some casual clothing, he led the way a modest looking house. Tim pulled out a key and opened the door very slowly. Once fully open, a knife is thrown in his direction. He catches it without blinking, but that just means his more sceptical to go inside. The team just stares at his in shock. What the hell.

“I did say I was sorry.” He shouted into the house. A dino sippy cup was thrown at him. He ducks, the person behind him does not. Artemis now has a very pretty bruise on her forehead. (Wally has a picture.)

Tim motions them inside. He led them into a different room and there they are met with a soul wittering glare that put Batman’s glare to shame. They have never felt more scared in their lives than in that moment. Tim didn’t look fazed. He just lifted his brow. “I did say I was sorry.”

“One day I hope you’ll spontaneously combust.” The women said.

“And I wait for the day your glare leaves our kid without a father. Meet the team. The real source of your anger.” He said in a deadpanned voice.

The women huffed. “No, no. You’re the source of my anger. Bruce snitched. Anyways, nice to meet you all.” After getting well acquainted with this lioness of a women called Marinette and the owner of the throw dino sippy cup, Nalaya, Marinette lead them an underground hid out, while Tim went to put his little girl to bed. He joins them a few minutes later.

“So,” Marinette said from in front of the huge monitor where she was setting up a call. “who wants to tell the big bad bat what happened.” The team goes brick still, faces pale. “I mean it’s only fair you do the report.” Tim chokes on a laugh from where he sits typing in coordinates in front of another screen. Wally faints in that moment. “That’s what I thought.” Over confindent idiots, with their big egos. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised that they’re afraid of the furry.” Tim snorts.

“God forbid he hears you say that. What then?”

“I take your challenge.” The team still frozen to their spots watch in silence. Wally still out cold. The call is accepted in that moment. “Hello you giant furry.” She says it in a flat voice that had a bit of mirth and a bit of offence. Batman makes a strangled sound and Tim dies of laughter. Bruce gathers himself before he answers.

“Ladybird.” Bruce said stiffly.

“No need to be so formal B. I saw your latest gala suit by the way. It was very… I think it is best not to say.” The smirk on her lips and the snickering form Tim was turning him redder by the second. “Send my regards to Alfie.” She said as she got up, kissed Tim’s cheek and waved the team goodbye. Just like that she was gone.

Tim sat in her vacant set. Bruce turned his full attention the still frozen team. “What happened?” Tone low and icy.

“It’s in the report I sent you B. I’ll finish up the mission by 1am. The usual drill. I’m sending the team to the watchtower, they can fill you in on parts I was not present for. See you later.” And before Batman could answer, he dropped the call.

“Did you just drop the call on Batman?” Artemis asked as she finally came out of her daze.

“No I dropped the call on my father. Big difference. The zeta is ready by the way.” Tim said as he pointed to the zeta tube.

As the team walked out and Wally finally waking up, Tim called, “FYI if you tell anyone about what you saw today that wasn’t part of the mission, I will make good on my promise.” He finished with a smirk that promised pain and misfortune. The team nodded quickly and rushed into the tube.

Man was it fun to be a myth.

#dc x mlb #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #no hate to young justice #timinette #maribat #bordem

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I feel like the only reason Jason hates going to galas is because of the fucking ridiculous clothes people wear. Like when he was still living in Crime Ally and the streets he didn't care for in because there were much more important things to worry about about, but like as soon as he met Dick everything changed.

Like he'll be in the library and then this glittery, bright neon green abomination enters and his like, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?! WHAT HELL DID YOU ESCAPE TO DISGRACE US WITH THIS ABOMINATION YOU CALL CLOTHES?!" and Dick just looks so stunned and so shocked he stands there for hours contemplating his life choices.

I feel like when he comes back from death it's worse, because his seen good, respectable, practical fashion, but then he comes to the Wayne Gala and he sees all this rubbish that people call clothes and he goes off. Like:

Jason: Hello -random socalite-. I ask this in the nicest way possible. What possessed you to wear whatever hellish garment you are wearing? Did you think it was appealing? Do you feel good about burning our eyes with this atrocity you call a dress?

And just turns away leaving a stunned and offended socalite.

Bruce also learned to always ask Alfred if could pick out suits for meetings and galas because of the one time Jason said he looked and emo kid that was scribbled by a four year old using a black crayon. He still hasn't recovered and Dick still won't go into the manor without calling Tim or Damian to ask if what his wearing is okay, especially if he knows Jason will also be there.

At one point Jason was dosed on truth serum and was in the presence on the JL and just went off. That day the mightiest heros shead tears. Nobody brings it up.

#Tim has video proof of the whole event. #jason todd #batfam #dick grayson #Gotham's fashion king #Let's not get started with the rogues. #Bruce Wayne #Feel free to add on😁

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Jasonette Pirate AUs

The race:

“Gather ‘round one and all, to watch the defeat of the Miracle pirates. Do you swear to lose honorably?” The mock in his voice and mirth in his eye was clear as day. His crew roared with laughter. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Don’t get too cocky Jay. We don’t want another overboard situation, now do we?” She said with the same mock and mirth. Her crew laughed and oh-ed.

“Alright, alright ya scaly wags. Today we determine who the best crew is.” The towns’ people and the pirates all clapped and shouted in excitement at the town mayor’s announcement. “On my left we have the Miracle crew and their captain, Captain Marinette Todd,” the crowd cheered loudly, “and on my right I have the Red Hood crew and their captain, Captain Jason Todd.” And again the crowd cheered loudly. “The task is simple. You must race towards the reef and capture the blue flag, without touching the cones that surround it. As usual the first one back wins, but there is a catch.” Oh-s were heard in crowd. “No captains aloud.”  That caused an uproar from both parties. “First mates will be captains for this race, so please captains. Hand the wheels to your first mates.”

The captains turned to their first mates. “Don’t kill my ship.” Then they walked off their ships.

“Aye cap.” They replied, before Nino, - Marinette’s first mate - turned to Roy – Jayson’s first mate- with a smirk. “May the best mate win.”

“I hope you know how to lose well, but yes, may the best mate win.” Roy said with a smirk.

“His going to kill my ship. I’m gonna be a captain with no ship.” Jason whispered in despair to his wife as they stood on the dock with the mayor. Marinette chuckled as she rubbed his back in comfort.

“Oh come on love, it can’t be that bad.”

“I know da lad. Roy should have nodded his head and walked away. No he had to intimidate Nino.” Mari chuckled at his despair.

“Anchors up.” The mayor said as the anchors were pulled back into the ships. “Ready,” Orders could be heard to set the sail and to ready the ship. “Set,” The ship flags flew to the air. “SAIL!” and they were off.

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Thirty minutes, two sails torn, lots of arrows shot, a whole lot of swearing, thirty gold coins lost, thirty gold coins earned, and one blue flag captured, later, the race had come to a close with the Miracle pirates coming out victorious, the two captains found themselves on a cliff staring at the night sky, while their crews and the towns people hit the local pub. The first sense of peace since this morning.

“I must confess. I asked the mayor to change the race.” Marinette said, breaking the silence.

“Now why would ya do that?” He asked as he turned to face her.

“A test of sorts. I can’t sail with a babe on the way, hence the test now.”

“Aye that makes-“ He stopped mid-sentence as he registered the words that were spoken moments ago. “A babe. We’re having a babe.” He said in shock, before pulling her into a hug.

“Yeah, we’re having a babe.” She said into the hug. Oh god their going to be parents. Jason pulled away to kiss her. A sweet love filled kiss, before pulling away to rest their foreheads together.

“Oh god, Roy’s going to crash my ship. I should put Cass in charge.”

Marinette laughed and swat his hand before snuggling in the crock of his neck, enjoying the peace while it lasted. After all, they had one of their biggest adventures coming up.

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I have this sudden urge to write a jasonette fic, class salt. Like Marinette and Jason would be having a conversation outside and the class comes barging into their conversation, so they just switch the language and start talking in Russian.

But alas I'm to lazy to write it, and school takes my time.

Free to add on to this or steel the idea 🙃🙂

#class salt #dc x mlb #multilingual jasonette

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Mafia Au

He was young when he became a father. A decent age young, he was nineteen. So decent. But being a young father didn’t scare him. What scared him was that he had to do it alone. When his girlfriend died during childbirth, he felt what being alone was for the first time. Then he remembered that he wasn’t alone. He had his father, and his best friend and the whole community, well more like gang. Wait no, his father’s empire, the Hood Mafia. So no he wasn’t alone, just stressed.

When his little girl was born, his father was giving him control of the gang. They had talked that as soon as he got his degree, he would take over the mafia. He was home schooled so he had the opportunity to finish school early. His daughter was relatively easy to manage. It only started going downhill when she turned six.

As soon as she learnt how to climb, hide and seek got a whole lot harder. Glitter meant you had to make sure you weren’t the next victim of the next prank, but pranks were usually pulled on the newer recruits. God help them all when the first of October hit. No one was safe, even his dad, who by the way, lived on another continent. But otherwise, she was she was a bundle of joy really.

But all this doesn’t help his nerves when it comes to this talk. No not the talktm, but a talk. He shouldn’t be nerves talking to his thriteen year old daughter about this. I mean he was the Red Hood, ruthless mafia leader, who inspires fear to everyone that get on his bad side. This should be easy.

“Jay as your best friend, it’s my job to punch you in the face to tell you to calm down, but as your right hand it’s my job to tell you that you have to do it or else I will. You pick.” Roy said with a hand on his shoulder.

Jason looked up from his hands to his best friend, then took a calming breath before he nodded his head. He was ready. Just as he was about to pick up his phone to text his daughter to come to the kitchen, Marinette rushed in with a water-balloon in her hand and super glue in the other. She look around before she ducked into the pantry. The two adults looked at each other confused. Just then her best friend/brother (he was adopted after an incident with his family), Nino, rushed in covered in water, glitter, and glue. The two adults looked at him wide eyed.

“Were. Is. She?” His voice was low and angry. The adults looked at each other before they pointed to the pantry. One thing about Nino, is that you don’t cross him when his angry. He walked over and in a few seconds there was sounds of screaming, a bang, crash, and then silence. Absolute silence. They went to go investigate.

When they opened the pantry door, it looked like a bomb had hit, both kids laying on the floor breathing heavily, tomato paste everywhere.

“Okay go clean up both of you, then meet us in the car. We’re going to base.” Then he and Roy left.

“I don’t know what scares me more. The fact that she’s willing to get Nino angry or the fact that she has glitter and glue with her.” Roy said once they sat in the car.

Jason snorted. “I got a call for my dad this morning. Apparently sixty boxes were delivered to him. He now has two thousand hot pink Hawaiian shirts. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be concerned that she found his location. I settled for an eye roll because I was busy with an interrogation.”

“So babu (grandpa) liked my ‘gift’.” Mari asked as she got in the car.

“Ndio, aliipenda, but you should stop hacking him. Let him enjoy his retirement please. His gonna have a heart attack before seventy.”[Yeah, he loved it.]

“Kwa nini tunaenda msingi?” Nino asked. He looks calmer now, looking out the window to avoid eye contact with Mari, afraid he might laugh when his supposed to angry at her. [Why are we going to base?]

“We need to have a talk.”

--

“So, I wanted to ask, but you don’t have to give me your answer now or today, but do you want to take over the gang when you hit twenty, or would you rather not? Remember you can answer no. It’s okay to not want to take over.”

“And who would take over if I don’t? Did you think this through? Dad I’m your only heir, and do really think that I would pass out the chance to be the first female mafia boss in our family?”

“So that’s a yes then?”

“Obviously.”

“See, you had nothing to worry about Jay.”

“You were gonna punch me if I didn’t talk to her. I had every right to be worried! You’re built like a tank! What do you go to the gym every day?!”

“You’re one to talk.” Roy huffed.

“Hey Nino, is it me, or is the sexual tension in here suffocating?” Mari asked whispering to her friend, so that the two bickering adults didn’t hear them.

“It’s the sexual tension. We should go. Our tutor is about to arrive.” Nino replied, while backing out slowly. Mari nodded, following him out the door.

They slammed it shut.

“We should tell them.” Roy said once the door was closed.

“Nah. Let them figure it out. Besides, we don’t want to break them.” Jason said, smirking in the direction of the door.

Roy snorted.

--

Two years later.

“We’ll be back in a few days. All you’re doing is making sure you go to that meeting on my behalf and to not start a war. Can I trust you to do that?” Jason said from the other end of the line.

“Sure. I have babu on speed dial just in case I need advice and I can’t reach you.”

“You also have Nino. He is your right hand and your ndugu [brother]. Make sure his opinions are heard, okay.”

“I know and I will. Be safe, love you.”

“And I you. Be safe, oh and one more thing. If you have to threaten someone and it gets physical, you can’t break more than an arm, wrist and fingers. Okay?”

Marinette sighed. Damn it. So much for the body cast or bag.

“Okay.” She responded reluctantly. Her farther nodded then dropped the call.

“Mari are you ready? That meeting is in fifteen minutes. We can make it to the location with five minutes to spare if we leave now.” Nino said as he came down the stairs, no wrinkle on his crisp black suit. He doesn’t wear a dress shirt, but a white polo neck with a silver chain, his black high tops, glasses, and hair is it usual curly mess, but not messy enough that it’s in his face.

“You look nice,” She said as she got up from the stool in the kitchen. “and baba said hi.”

“You also look nice,” And she did in her sharp grey pants suit, black polo neck with a gold chain, black high tops, and hair in a neatly tied bun that was clipped together by a gold flower hair pin. “and did you tell baba that babu is already in Oman for Isra and Mi’ja?” He asked as they made their way out the house and towards the car. They nodded their head in greeting to their personal guard Deze as they got in the car.

“I did. He said that we’ll go when he comes back, but we’ll still have three weeks before the festival, so we should have enough time to greet family and site see. Did you put eye drops. You're blinking a lot.”

“I need new eye drops.”

"And you didn't say anything because,"

"I forgot. Don't antagonis me for forgetting about something. Okay? Okay."

"Just checking."

They fell into a silence after that.

--

When Dawn woke up this morning to get ready for his meeting today, he expected to meet the fierce leader of the Hood gang. He was not prepared however for the little fourteen, maybe fifteen year olds to step out the car. What in the bloody hell.

“Is this some kind of joke?” He asked when one of them walked up to greet him. It was the little girl.

“I can assure you Mr. Dawn that this is no joke.” Her voice was calm and collected, cold, sharp and void of all emotion.

“Listen girle-” He was cut off. Rude, he thought.

“It’s Miss Todd to you Mr. Dawn. I am simply taking care of business while my father is away dealing with something personally. Now I believe we have matters to discuss privately.” She said as she made a move to walk passed him. He grabs her shoulder, and that is when things started going downhill for him.

“Now listen here girle-”

Big mistake. She grabs his arm and twits it in a weird angle making sure to listen for the pop before kicking him under his legs to get him on his stomach, before proceeding to break his wrist. He let out a scream in anguish. His guards start to run to go help him, but the Hood gang stop them with guns to their faces.

Nino sighs. It hasn’t even been five minute since they got here. Mari snorts before she crouches down to be eye level with Dawn. “I told you my name to you is Miss Todd, and like my father and grandfather, I do not like my time wasted, and my patience runs out a lot quicker than my brother over there. Another thing, touch me again and I won’t  be so willing to follow my father’s rule to only break an arm and wrist.” She straightens up and wipes of the dirt on her person, before she looks down on the leader of the Fire Triangle. “I will give you five minutes to gather your bearings and I will meet you inside. If you are not inside by then, I can simply ask my men to follow through and blow up your territory. I am not so cruel to target your family, but make no mistake; do not take my permissive behavior today as a sign of kindness or mercy. I can at any time target your family. Five minutes Mr. Dawn.” She walks into the restaurant head held high.

Nino walks up to Mr. Dawn. “I would count myself very lucky. Our father did not give me any rule and therefore I can put you into a body cast. I would be very careful with your next choice of words for the rest of the meeting.” He then turns him head to the gang and nods his head. They stand down as he and Deze make their way into the restaurant.

By the time the meeting is over, everyone is positively terrified of the two fifteen year olds.

--

A few days later Jason and Roy return from Tokyo. They first make a stop at base so they can see if everything is normal. “Well at least we know they kept their promise.” Roy said as he closed the door to the office.

“They did more than keep their promise.” Jason said from his seat behind his desk, looking over some documents.

“What did they do?” Roy asked as he led over Jason’s shoulder to see what his fiancé was looking at. His eyes widened in shock as he read over the documents.

“They completed the budget for five months, finalised trade deals, managed to get the truce with the Fire Triangle signed, and from this note brought a dog. Wow.” Roy said as he looked over the note.

“What note?”

“This note.” Roy said as he handed the note over.

‘Don’t be mad. We borrowed two grand to buy a puppy. We joined out allowance to buy supplies for her. Her name is Tikki and she is a Great Dean, she’s very playful but don’t worry, we put her through training so she is potty trained. We’ll pay back the 2000£ by the end of the month, with interest because that is the right thing to do.

-Mari and Nino’

Jason laughs. Well this is a surprise. “I think we should get some rest. We’re still going to Oman tomorrow.” Jason said as they made their way out the door and to the car.

“I’ll meet you guys in Oman. I still have to go to Star City for a couple of days. You know, just to make sure Oliver isn’t dead.”

“Okay. Just call when you reach Oman so we can pick you up.”

Roy nods his head. When they finally reach the house Roy makes his way to pack his bag for his flight in the morning and to take a shower. Jason makes his way to the sitting room only to come face to face with a sight.

Mari and Nino are fast asleep on the couch, blankets everywhere, an empty tube of ice-cream on the table, and Bambi play. He shakes his head fondly. He fixes their blankets, switches of the TV, rinses of the spoons and throws away the empty tub.

As he makes his was up-stairs, he runs into Deze.

“Hey Deze. Mind telling me what happened at the truce.”

“She broke Dawns arm because he called her ‘girle’ twice, wasted her time and because he put a hand or her shoulder when he tried to stop her. Nino threated to put him in a body cast and I’m pretty sure he made some of Dawns men pee themselves when he stared at them like he would kill them at any moment. Then in the restaurant they let him talk for about half an hour. They just stared at him, hardly blinking, making sure he was nice and uncomfortable. When he was done Mari read over the contract asked if he was okay with the terms of the contract the made him sign, grabbed the paper and left. Nino gave him a smirk that for sure made him pee himself. Nino didn’t stop laughing for like two minutes and Mari was really trying not to but ultimately failed. We pass a pet store and on impulse they agree to buy a puppy. When they got home things were pretty chilled.”

“Wow that - that is something.” Jason said with a shake of his head smiling fondly. “Thanks for keeping an eye out Deze.”

“No problem boss. See you tomorrow.” She said with a wave of her hand as she made her way out the house.

 Roy cackles when Jason tells him what he heard from Deze. “Oh man, these are the people we’re raising. Terrifying little gremlins that become five year old at the site of a puppy.”

“Yet we love them all the same.”

“Yes, yes we do.”

#Every gang leader gave Dawn shit till they meet the fifteen year olds. #Nino makes good on his promise the third time they meet. #Jason just watched like a proud dad #Roy and Mari sulked they couldn't help #Mari's grandfather made a profit out of those shirts #Jayroy #sibling ninonette #Deze is the cool aunt/bodyguard that got them ice-cream for the whole ordeal #Watch out for new story coming in soon

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https://unmaskedagain.tumblr.com/post/189582995142/marinette-crazy-rich

Y'all I need help finding fics again

I don't really ship marinette x prince ali but there's this one shot (or two shot? Idk) from a long time ago that lives rent free in my mind. (I was bored and it caught my attention ok? I regret nothing except the fact that I didn't reblog it)

Anyways it was inspired by Crazy Rich Asians (it's mentioned somewhere in the fic)

Mari is secretly part of one of the wealthiest families in the world

Mari and Ali met when their grandmothers (or mothers) made them go on a playdate as children

They'd expected each other to be a spoilt brat but were quickly proven wrong

They're best friends :D

They knew their families will betroth them when they're older

They made a deal about trying to date each other and when the time comes they don't have to get married if they don't want to

Some time later they went on a restaurant date, Ali was flustered and his bodyguard said he was chicken about confessing his feelings...? I think?

Yea that's all I remember

#Such an amazing story to @unmaskedagain 👌

[rougerave]

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

#Stop lgbtq+ plus hate you fucking twits.

[rougerave]

Behind closed doors (part 2)

“You know ma, you’re a hypocrite. Even you Jay. Don’t think I don’t know about Mr Harper.” The room just went silent. They were back at the compound, sitting by a fire in a private sitting room.

Jason’s eyes went wide and Talia just sighed. She knew this conversation was bound to happen. Ra’s just chuckled. He lived for this chaos.

“When that boy was flirting with me, you were about to pull out an arsenal of weapons just to threaten a boy I might never see. Then we find out your pregnant and have been dating someone for THREE YEARS. Jason’s no better. But I am curious Jay. When are you going to propose to mister Harper? You’ve been seeing him for five years now.”

That made him choke, but then he smirked. That smirk that shows that he knows something you don’t. He was about to say something when Damian beat him to it.

“The ring is in the left pocket of his coat. By my estimation he was going to do it before the New Year.”

If looks could kill, Damian would be dead ten times over, but the blush on his cheeks made his glare ineffective.

“So, were we ever going to meet this Mr Harper before he became our in-law or at the wedding?” Ra’s asked, mirth playing in his voice.

“I was going to do introduce him next month. I just don’t need three pranksters meeting yet. I need to mentally prepare myself for that. The twins are mentally draining on their own. We don’t need a trio so soon.” Talia just snorted at that before she stood up and walk towards the exist of the room.

“Marinette. Walk with me.” The young girl just stood up and walked out the room with her mother, leaving the three males in the room. “Soo… Five years?”

----

“Is everything okay ma?” Mari asked, concern lasing in her voice.

“Yes, everything is fine. I just want to talk to you.”

They walked to the garden and then laid on the ground looking at the stars.

“I wanted to apologise, but I want you to know the reason why I did the things I did. Things between your father and I didn’t work out, as you can see. We did love each other, enough to have three kids. But he didn’t want kids. When Jason was born he was there for a month then he vanished. Not a note, just gone. Then we meet seven years later, and you twins were conceived. But again he vanished for thirteen years, no note, nothing.

I don’t want you to feel that heart break. I don’t want you to give your heart to someone only for them to chew it and spit it out. And yes for the last three years I was being a hypocrite, and for that I am truly sorry.”

Marinette stayed quite for a moment to soak up the information before she replied. “It’s okay. You were just looking out for me and I get it.”

They stayed there for a while, enjoying the silence, which was quickly disrupted by a quite snore. When Talia looked over, she saw her daughter fast asleep. She smiled and softly brushed the hair out of her face.

“Do you need help there? Getting her to bed.” The mother turned to the new voice only to see that it was Khalid. She smiled softly before nodding her head.

“When did you get back?” She asked as she led them to Marinette’s room.

“About twenty minutes ago.”

“How did it go?”

“Let’s just say that Batman won’t be using his limbs for a while. I did find out why he was stalking Jayson.” He said as he put Mari on her bed, and Talia put a blanket over her and kiss her forehead goodnight.

“Do tell.”

“He wanted to take the kids. He wouldn’t tell me more.” That made her pause. Fuck sakes Bruce. “After thirteen years, twenty years for Jason, he wants to be a good father and take them under his care. He won’t care for them thought. He would only get them killed. He needs more ‘students’ to do his bidding under the flag that it’s for justice. I’ve done everything in my power to raise my kids to the best of my ability, and trust me I know I’m not the best mother, but I did what I had to do to make sure that my kids know how to survive in this harsh world.

Bruce changed. He changed we he lost his parents, he change when he asked to be trained by my father, and he changed the most when he put on the cape and mask. He doesn’t know it, but he crossed more lines, worse line, and yet he considers killing to be the worst one. Somehow there is worse things than the killing line, and trust me I’ve seen it.”

By the time she finished they were back at the garden, just sitting on the bench under the cherry-blossom tree.

“I trust you there. I was with you for most of it.”

Talia just smirked at him, before leaning on his shoulder and Khalid put an arm around her waist, just sitting in a comfortable silence.

“So I heard that the great Talia al Ghul fainted.” Khalid said the amusement rolling off him in waves. That earned him a snort and a light hit in the stomach.

“It was sort of your fault.”

A very fake, very over-exaggerated gasp was heard. “My fault. How, in anyway, was it my fault?”

“You helped in the creation of your daughter.”

“How sure are you it’s not a boy?”

“Call it a gut feeling.”

“The same gut feeling that got us trapped in a Mexican gang war, which by the way, somehow landed us in the Amazon. That same gut feeling that got us trapped in the pyramids of Giza? Do you really want to go on that gut feeling?” The mirth in his voice was unmistakable.

“Okay so maybe not a gut feeling. Maybe hope I guess?”

“Yes maybe it is hope.” He said before he closed the distance and kissed her. A sweet yet passionate kiss.

“PDA.” A new voice said.                                          

“We’re not in public.” Talia groaned away from the kiss.

“What’s up Jay?” Khalid said with a light chuckle.

“I just came to say my goodbyes. I’m being assigned to a mission to Hong Kong. Cass needs help taking out a gang. From there I will be in the UK.”

“Why does every al Ghul sound so hopeful about the possibility to be involved in a gang war?” Khalid asked.

“Why do you sound so hopeful at the possibility of blowing things up, for example; the booming of the pacific.” Talia counted

“Fair point, but that was also to get a reaction from Ra’s.”

“Why would you need to get a reaction from grandfather?”

“Khalid and I made this challenge when we were fifteen. Try to get a reaction from the Demon Head. He makes this face where he tries to decide if he should be angry or proud, then he scrunches up his face when he can’t come up with a decision, to the point he looks constipated, all while opening and closing his mouth. It makes him look like a fish out of water. You should try it sometime.”

Jason looked between his parents before he snorted and shook his head in amusement.

“All I can say is that your kid is going to be chaotic.”

“Naturally.” They answered simultaneously

Jason snorted. “I’ll see you in two months.” Then he disappeared into the shadows that he walked out of.

“He didn’t say what he will be doing in the UK, did he?”

“Nope, but I bet you 100 pounds I know what he will be doing.”

“You sure you want to bet Khalid? Against me no less.”

“Yes, I have a good feeling about this one. Trust me.”

Talia snorted.

----

“So, when do I get to meet the family?” Roy asked in the quite of their shared bedroom. After Jason helped Cass, he went straight to his and Roy’s apartment in the UK, after making sure he disabled all communication and tracking devices so he won’t be followed or disturbed. (Paranoid much.)

“Why are you so eager to meet my family? The only sane one is my unborn sibling and that on it’s on is saying something, all things considering.” Jason said as he came out the bathroom.

“It can’t be that bad.” Roy said looking up from the book he stole from his fiancé. Jason had finally done it after he was busted for trying to hide it.

“It’s that bad.”

“I feel like there’s a story.” He said putting the book on the bedside table, while Jason flopped onto the bed besides him.

“My graduation.”

“I would have done the same.”

“When the twins were five, they played catch with an actual grenade. Somehow the pin got lose and fell on the ground mid-air. Mari somehow seeing this got out an aluminium base-ball bat and tried to hit it. She grazed it, changing the direction of the grenade. The grenade flew into my room. That was my third trip to the pits.”

It was silent for a long minute. “Aside from you dying, I would say that is pretty funny. What did your ma and grandfather do?” Roy asked while trying to hold back a chuckle.

Jason playfully glared at him, before pulling Roy to him and rolling over so Roy was under him.

“Easy. They don’t know.”

“And why is that?”

“Jd (grandfather) had to personally take care of something, and ma was in the middle of a Mexican gang war. Cass dragged me to pits with the help from the twins.”

“So you guys never felt the need to tell your mother or grandfather for that matter.”

“Nope. It’s a secret we take to the grave.” He said leaning in closer.

“The same grave you evaded three times.” He snorted at that. “Zombie.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah I do.” Roy said closing the final distance in a heated kiss. They would have gone further if it wasn’t for a crash and cussing heard in the direction of the living room. They separated quickly looking at each other to conform that the other heard the sound, before the reached under the bed for their weapons.

They sneaked out of their room slowly and into the hall-way that lead to living room. As they reached closer they heard the voices growing a bit louder. Upon listening closer, Jason recognized the voice and let out a breath of relief. He looked at Roy signalling to lower his weapon.

“I guess you get to meet my family tonight.” Jason said, whispering into his fiancés’ ear. When he pulled back, he saw shock written on Roy’s face before he settled into a lazy smirk. Jason rolled his eyes. Time to make their presence known.

“You know you can knock right. I’m not against it. It’s actually considered polite.” Jason said while leaning on the wall. Roy leaning against him.

“Where’s the fun in that.” Mari said from her place on the floor. She had been the one to trip on thin air and cause the crash. Damian had been the one too cuss up a storm.

“You messed up your own plan, and why are you two by yourself?”

“To deliver a message and to say hi to our soon-to-be-brother-in-law.” Damian said from the kitchen. He was raiding the fridge. He knows that Jason likes to bake, so there has to be some form of cookie.

“In the cookie jar Dames, not in the fridge. We talked about this.” Jason said not even looking in that direction, before turning to Roy.

“Roy meet the twins. The rat that’s raiding our kitchen is Damian.”

“uck uo itc!” Damian said with a full mouth of cookies before swallowing. “Sault Roy.”

“Sault Damian.” Roy said with a little sault, chuckling.

“The blob that’s pretending to be our rag is Marinette.”

“hugr.”

“Nice to meet you too. Quick question, are you okay there?”

“hugr” was the reply, though it sounded defeated. The two adult in the room looked at each other with worry before they made their way to sit next to Mari.

“Dames do you know what’s up with Mari?” Jason asked after trying and failing to turn his sister over.

“Yeah, but its best you two talk alone. Which reminds me. Ma and baba (Khalid. At this point they have just accepted him as their father,) would like to have lunch with you and Roy tomorrow at that café two streets north from here, at 13:00 sharp. Don’t be late. Jd and I would like to meet Roy tonight while you two talk.” Damian said before he stuffed another cookie into his mouth.

Roy looked at Jason in slight hesitation, before they stood up, leaving Marinette on the floor.

“I’ll see you later tonight.” Jason whispered before nodding and giving him a kiss. Roy just nodded before leaning down to ruffle Marinette’s as a goodbye, and left to get his jacket and boots. The London air is getting a bit warmer so there’s no need for his winter coat. He came back and led Damian out the door so he can lock it.

Once they were out the door Jason sat on the floor with his sister.

“Talk to me Mars. What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve been assigned a solo mission.” She said finally sitting up, but not look her older brother in the eye.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s not a league mission.”

Oh.

“Who assigned the mission?” Jason asked slowly.

“The Order. They found the culprit of the fire in one of their temples. Apparently two of the miraculous and one of their most important books got stolen from him. They felt that two of the stole miraculous have been activated and corrupted.” Marinette said in a whisper. Jason was just shocked into silence.

The Order of Guardians never assign missions to the Shadows. They hardly assign missions in general, and when they do, the missions are the ones that you lose parts of yourself. Where you learn what sacrifice is. Sacrifice in the form of your sanity, emotional well-being, and in most cases your physical well-being.

“When do you leave?” He asked in a whisper.

“Two days from now. I wanted to ask if you and Roy can drop me off in Paris. Ma can’t stand being in a plane anymore, and baba is staying with her. Jd isn’t going back home for a while and Damian is tagging along. They leave tonight after they are acquainted with Roy.” She reply.

“Tell you what. How about after lunch tomorrow you stay with us until we drop you off. I have a feeling our parents are going back to the League to keep things in order while jd and Dames are not home. Every two months Roy and I will visit you with Dames, and if ma feels alright then, I’ll bring her too. Jd will drop by anytime his free. Since this is Order and Shadow business I’ll ask Roy to help keep the JL out of Paris. On last thing. Never and I mean never feel afraid to ask for back up. I will come running to help you. It’s my job and my responsibility as your older sibling to help you. Do we have a deal?”

He got a hug in response. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“Your welcome. Now let’s get you to ma. She must be having a heart attack on not hearing from you.” That earned him a snort.

Despite knowing the damage from having a very overprotective family, Marinette knew that she could always count on them. She knew that they would support her and love her, and she knew that deep down she didn’t mind not having a boyfriend. Well not now anyway. She has all the love she needs right here.

#JayRoy #dc x mlb #Khalid lost the bet #I don't have anymore hashtags

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Treasure hunting get away.

"You know when you said let's go to Greece for a mini vacation, I expected a nice get away with my girlfriend away from my nosy family. I did not sign up to be running through the Foloi Forest from, what where they call again, oh right THE FUCKING SOULS OF THE DAMNED!"

"Where's your sense of adventure love? But this is also kinda your fault." His travelling companion said as she shot a soul behind them.

"How is this my fault?!" He said shooting a soul as well.

"You expected thing to go smoothly in my presences. I am my uncles niece, you should know this by now."

"I thought-"

"And that's was your mistake. Can we continue this when we get out of here?" She said as she continued to shoot the soul that where chasing them.

"Why not now. This seems like a very good time to finish this conversation."

"We have to jump."

"Jump?! Jump to where?!"

"That waterfall up ahead." The calmness in her voice was unsetting considering the fact they were being chased to be captured on the order of Hades.

"Marinette, that seems like a horrible idea." He said shooting more souls.

"Damian do you trust me?"

"Yes, but I'm having serious doughs about the amount of trust I put in you."

"Good enough for me. Now, JUMP!" And they jumped into the harsh waters of the waterfall.

---

"You are very, very lucky I love you enough to not decapitate you were you stand."

"You love me. How sweet."

"Start talking Mars. What did you do to anger the Greek God of the Underworld?" He asked as he run a hand into is wet hair to get it out his face.

"Long story, or short story?" Marinette asked as she ringed her jacket to get the water out.

Damian had to think about this. If he got the long story there's a 99% chance that this would all come to the fact that it started with a stupid decision.

"Short version.”

Short version, he get's to guess what happened and decide if it truly was a stupid decision without having to gain a headache on the inevitably long story.

"Two words, Poker night."

Ohh for the love...

"Fuck sakes Mars. You thought that was a good idea because..."

"My uncles idea of bonding."

"Bonding, bonding you say. Why not ice-cream, or movies. No, John's idea of bonding is poker with gods that are easily angered, one being Hades. Fucking HADES. Do you guys have no self-preservation."

Marinette looked at him, really looked at him. There was something entirely different that was making him irritated. She walked over to her boyfriend, and stopped him from making a hole in the ground from all the pacing he was doing.

"To answer you question, no we have little to no self-preservation."

"That doesn't help." He said in an exasperated whisper, eyes closed and foreheads touching, bodies swaying to a tune in their hearts. A tune that bought them together on that faithful autumns day. 

"Talk to me love. What's got you worked up?" She said as she lead them to a huge root so they can sit on it.

“Nothing.” His ear twitched ever so slightly that it would be impossible to not notice it if you didn’t look for it, or if you didn’t know Damian.

“And we didn’t get chased by the souls of the damned. What’s wrong?” It was silent for a moment.

“Do you know, back home if I want to keep something secret, I have to wrap it in six boxes, put an elaborate trap around each box, and keep it one hundred miles away from Gotham, and still my brothers manage to find out.”

She snorted, but she knew it was the truth. The Wayne brothers where just like that.

“On rare occasions, I’m able to get away with it.” He said as he pulled out a small box. Marinette’s eyes wided. “I wanted to do this away from the demons and souls, but I should have known that, that will never happen, and I realised that’s okay. I have loved you for nine years and been with you for seven and I want to be with you for eternity, even with the demons and souls, I want to spend it with you. So if you’ll have me...”

There was a short a peaceful silence as a light breeze blew carrying the spring leaves carelessly.

“Yes.” It came out as a whisper, but to Damian it sound loud and his heart jumped for joy. “For all of time, yes.”

Marinette couldn’t bring herself to talk any louder, to overwhelmed with emotion, so she kissed him, with so much passion and love. And he kissed back. That sweet kiss that made her heart skip, even after seven years.

They broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together, eyes still closed. “You know I’m not going to put it on my finger right.” She whispered.

“I know. Just look inside the box.” He said as he handed the box to her.

When she opened it, she saw a simple rose gold band with no jewels, but engravings in three languages. Arabic as it is his heritage, Latin for her heritage, and traditional Chinese for their shared heritage. The ring was looped around a simple gold chain. Together this made a neckless.

دائما في عقلي, Per sempre nel mio cuore, 永遠，我會愛你。

‘Forever in my mind, forever in my heart, for eternity, I will love you.’

“It’s beautiful. Would you do me the honors?” She asked as she turned her back against him and put her hair to the side.

Damian wordlessly took the chain and tired it around her neck, before he hugged her from behind. They sat there for a while before they heard a loud booming voice, that made them quickly stand at attention.

“CONSTANTINE!!” Welp.

“That’s my uncle, you wanker!” Mari shouted back, her British accent coming in strong.

“Mars do aggravate him, just run.” Damian said as he pulled his fiancé to get her to start running. “Remind me why we are running again?”

“We were about to lout his temple.” She said as she jumped on a brunch to run on the tree brunches.

“Yep that sounds about right.” Damian said with a small chuckle and followed her into the trees.

“We’ll lose him by the lake. Can you call for back up please? My phone crashed on some rocks in the waterfall.”

“Who am I calling? My brothers, your parents, your uncle, Adrien, Nino, or Chloe? Actually my brothers are out of the question.” Damian said as he went thought his contacts.

“Definitely not my uncle or my parents. I might be twenty-three but they can still bench my ass for this type of shit. Adrien said his going to visit Kagami in Japan, Chloe eight months and her mood swings are off the charts. Call Nino. His looking for an excuse to go two hours away from Chloe.” Marinette said, as Damian made the call.

“Lahiffe.”

“What did you guys do.” Nino’s tired voice said over the phone,

“Why do you assume we did something?” Marinette shouted over her shoulder.

“We were going to lout the temple of Hades, and his angry at Mari for other things as well.”

“Let me guess, Poker Night?”

“Yep. Can you come get us, I sent you our location before I called.”

“You’re guys are lucky you’re my kids’ godparents or else I would have left you there.” And he dropped the call.

“He was gonna come and get us anyways. He looking for a good excuse to get away from his wife. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” Marinette said pointing at the figure that came out of a portal by the lake.

“We better hurry, because it looks like Hades sent his army again.”

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“You look terrible.” Marinette said once they were in the safety of their hotel room.

“You try living with an eight month pregnant Chloe, and I believe the right words to say are ‘thank you’.” Nino said with a pointed stare.

“You’re welcome.” Marinette said as she said on the bed, looking at her best friend who was standing by the sliding door that lead to the balcony. He really look dead on his feet, but still fit and healthy. He was doing okay at least.

“Thank you Lahiffe.” Damian said towel on his shoulders, to keep his cloths dry from his still went hair. Man he missed the shower.

“Well I’m going to shower, and you my dear friend need to go back to your hormonal wife. Say hi for me.” Marinette said as she passed the boy on her way to the bathroom. Damian snorted at that.

“You laugh now sadiq (friend), but wait until Mari’s pregnant. You’ll have to stop her from going to play poker with Gods at eight months. Heed my warning Wayne.” Nino said as he stepped into the portal.

Damian stared wide eyed and realised that damn, Nino is right.

“Mars we need to talk about your poker problem!”

#Daminette #mlb x dc #marinette #damian #one weird propsal #Nino needs a serious vacation #Hades lost far and square (wink)

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Behind closed doors (part 1)

Marinette knew from a young age that her family was not normal. She learnt that rather quickly. You see, growing up in a family of assassins is the furthest thing from normal. But for what it’s worth she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Seeing as her grandfather was the head of a ruthless assassin group that is called the League of assassins or shadows -your pick- kind of has an impact on the whole not normal family situation.

Marinette is also the youngest of three. Her twin brother older than her by five minutes, and an older brother that’s older than them by seven years. You can already see the damage of being the only girl. She already said goodbye to any chance of dating the day she turned thirteen.

She’d be lucky if she ever peeked in the direction of a boy and not have her brothers go on a man hunt for the poor boy and his whole family. It has happened before. Don’t underestimate the power of protective older brothers, especially ones with assassin training.

Her mother was no help to this situation. Instead she encouraged her brothers’ behavior, going as far as to give them tips and different way to torcher the poor guys that dared to look at her baby girl, because Allah forbid a boy has a tiny interest in her.

Her grandfather didn’t mind that a boy liked her. He was actually very supportive of her, and even went as far as to give her advice on the matter. He has lived through the centuries and he is fully aware of the treatment girls would get from their older brothers.

He was the one to support Talia when she started seeing Bruce, and even though that didn’t work out, he encouraged her to see new people. But he also sees why his daughter is so adamant on his granddaughter not dating. She doesn’t want her daughter to go through the same heart break and he gets it. But by Allah let the child experience heart break on her own so that she can learn and move on.

That being said, it is what led them to their current predicament. The family had went to go and visit Jason in Colombia as he is going to be finishing his last year in medicine. As they were walking to the apartment, Marinette caught the eye of a very cute boy and had blushed when he winked at her before carrying on to his destination.

What she had not thought of was her very over protective brother and mother. That was a mess. When she turned to her twin, Damian, she had to quickly grab the knife that he was pulling out. She was also very aware of how her grandfather had to pull her mother away and towards the apartment.

When Jason opened the door, he saw the mess that was his family. Damian was tired in rope and his ma was being restricted by his grandfather. “Let us in before they go on a man hunt.” Ra’s said quickly, while straggling to hold his daughter, who by the way, was very close to biting her father.

“What happened now?” Jason said as he opened the door wider. There was no point greeting when his family got like this.

Marinette ignored him and went to sit on the bean bag in the very corner of the room, glaring daggers at her twin brother and their mother. Jason just looked at his grandfather for an explanation, but the man just looked so done with the world.

“Well, I would offer tea but this seems like the wrong time.” Jason said as he sat down next to his raging mother.

“Actually tea sounds like a good idea. Do you have any calming tea? I think it would be very helpful round about now.” Ra’s said as he looked at the young adult.

“I don’t need calming tea. What I need is my katana and the head of the boy that dare look at my little sister!” Damian said as he throw his hands up.

“This is exactly why you need calming tea, and you’re only older by FIVE MINUTES!”

Well this made a lot of sense. Jason just stood up and went to his kitchen to prepare the tea, while just looking at the twins fight. He’s not getting involved with this one. His ma looks like she’s calm now, so he went back to sitting next to her.

“How you been ma? You look more tired than usual.” He asked as he put a hand on her knee.

“I’m fine, really I am. How’s school? Anything new?” she replied waving off her first born concern.

“Other than the fact that I have a stalker, I’m good.” That caught everyone’s attention. The twins being the first to fire questions at him, only to be cut off by Ra’s.

“Basic profile.”

“Bruce Wayne.”

The room was dead silent. It was only cut off by the click the kettle made, signalling it was done. Jason got up to go and pour water in the cups he already had out. Once everyone had a cup and Jason was settled, Ra’s continued to interrogate his grandson.

“Have you approached?”

“No.”

“For how long has he been watching you?”

“Two weeks.”

“And you didn’t tell us sooner because?”

“I wanted to see what his motives are, and maybe toy with him a bit. I was planning on telling you today.”

Ra’s just nodded. Talia though has been oddly quiet through this. She looked to be deep in through.

“Are you sure you’re okay ma. You look pale and really tired.” Jason asked once more.

“Yes I’m…I’m fin-’’ and she fainted. Talia al Ghul fainted. That’s not good. The room was quiet once again.

“Lay her on the coach Jay, I’ll get a blanket. Damian can you get a wet rag?” Damian nodded still in a daze, because what the FUCK!

Ra’s looked like he was contemplating something. He looked over his daughter and then it clicked. Talia had only ever been like this two times in her life. Ah shit.

“So… any idea why ma fainted?” Jason asked when everyone was back into the living room.

“Yes, and its better if she tells you. Now how do we deal with your stalker? Do I send men, or do you have it covered?” Ra’s asked changing the subject quickly.

“I think the twins and I can handle him. Beside when last did us three go on a run together?” the twin perked up at that.

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“So who’s the lucky guy?” That was the first question her father asked her when she woke up. No ‘are you okay?’, or ‘how do you feel?’ It just had to be ‘who’s the lucky guy?’ That’s her baba alright.

“Where did the three musketeers go?” She asked after she looked around noticing that her kids weren’t in the apartment.

“Out dealing with Bruce. Now answer the question and don’t lie.”

“Khalid.”

“Your childhood friend Khalid?” Ra’s was just shocked. When did that happen?

“How long have you been seeing him?”

“Three years.”

Ra’s almost choked, almost. His daughter had been seeing someone for three years and nobody noticed. Nobody. Wow.

“So when were you going to introduce him to us, or tell us your with child?”

“After Jason’s graduation.”

“Too late!” Oh for the love of Allah.

“I give you one question. Don’t waste it.”

The trio looked at each other having a silent conversation, before Damian jumped to ask.

“Who’s Khalid?” Damnit! She should have known that would be the question. Before she could answer, Jason spoke.

“Wait. You guys don’t know Khalid? He is often at the compound. Cool guy to hang with, specialises in atomic bombs. How have you not seen him?”

“Hold on, if we are talking about a mixed Arabic-Latino, that has very dark brown hair, and blue-green eyes, then I know Khalid. He helped with that prank I pulled in the garden.” Marinette said, before her eyes widened at her slip up.

“That was you!” Her twin all but shouted while pointing a finger at her chest.

“Was it the same prank that got Damian covered head to toe in pink glitter?” Ra’s asked. If you can’t stop the chaos, you join it by adding fuel to the flames.

“That’s the one.” You could practically here the amusement dripping from her voice.

“Tell me you got pictures.” Jason was practically vibrating with mirth.

“I was going to give it to you as a graduation present. Just pretend that you don’t know what my gift is when I give it to you. Now back to the problem. Damian how do you not know Khalid?”

Now Damian just looked embarrassed. “Oh Damian knows Khalid. He’s the one that sneaks animals to him and the one that helped Damian build mini zoo on the out skirts of the compound.

Khalid just gave his code name faris alzili. (Shadow Knight)” Talia all but exposed her youngest son. The faint sound of ‘oh’ could be heard.

“Now my question. How did the confrontation go?” The trio’s eyes went wide, before they gave stupid excuses, trying and failing to avoid the question. Ra’s just raised an eyebrow at his grandchildren.

“You got three seconds.” He said.

“Okay so he was being a pain and he didn’t want to answer any of the question so,” Marinette started.

“So we gave him a chance, but he didn’t take it so now,” Damian tried to finish but Jason butted in.

“I shot him, in the knee cap. I was going too make sure he can’t have kids, but his wards stepped in.”

Their mother snorted at that. “That wasn’t hard. Why did you try to lie before?”

“Jason got us on a sugar high.” Dammit it Marinette. The two adults looked at the young man. One had a smirk, the other just looked drained.

“Well I believe I will be turning in for the night. Goodnight.” Ra’s said, smirked still playing on his lips.

“Goodnight.” The rest of the occupants said.

“I want them here by 2am, half past at the latest. Make sure they burn out all that sugar. You got yourself into this mess you get yourself out of it.” Talia said before she kissed their foreheads saying good night and leaving the room.

“Oooooooo yourrr in trrrrooouuubbbllleee.”

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“Jason Amir Todd is being award with a doctorate in cardiac and general medicine, congratulation.” Jason walked on the stage and shook the dean’s hand, as the crowed clapped their hands.

Just as he was going to walk of the stage to his family, bright neon yellow glitter was dumped on him. His younger siblings calmly walked on the stage, took a piece of paper that said ‘CONGRAULATIONS JAY’ and slammed it on his head, calmly took a picture, and walked back to their mother and grandfather, who by the way looked very much done with the world.

The crowed was dead silent. Jayson just took the paper of his head, looked up to the sky, took a deep breath and walked off. He knew he should have expected some kind of embarrassment. This was just….just.

The ceremony continued after a few minutes. The family just stood silently trying to contemplate what ever happened. Except the twins, they had big smiles on their faces. A new voice broke the silence.

“That was fun to watch.” The voice was deep and raspy, but was also soft and alluring, but you could also here the underlying mirth in it.

The family turned to the voice that was standing behind Talia. It was Khalid.

“For you and the twins, I’m sure that was very amusing. The only reason I’m not chasing them around is because I was chasing them around two blocks until 2am. Admittedly, it was my fault they were on a sugar high.” You could practically hear the tiredness in his voice.

“I have to agree with Khalid. That was enjoyable too watch.” Ra’s said as he pat the twins on the back as a well done. Jason looked to his mother for help, but she looked like she was about to cry laugh.

“Oh Jay, here’s your present. It’s not the picture, so just look.” Marinette said as she handed him a box. When he opened it, confetti and glitter shoot in his face. He just looked to the sky, praying to Allah for patience.

Looking at his family he saw that his grandfather was trying to suppress his smile, the twins rolling on the floor with laughter, his mother’s face in her boyfriend’s chest trying not to laugh but her shaking shoulders gave her away, and said boyfriend dying in silent laughter. “Sleep with one eye open Mari. You forget that I’m coming home. I’m going to make your life a living hell.” That just made them laugh harder.

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Part 2 on is one the way. Be on the look out for it.

#dc x mlb #Jason al Ghul #twin daminette #good mom Talia #good grandfather Ra's #Jason needs a vacation from his younger siblings #Ra's is an enabler of chaos