#Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

[thr-333]

Just Another Class Trip :)

Part 1

No, no ignore the smily face i assure you it means nothing foreboding, nothing foreboding at all.

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“It’s suspicious,” Marinette glares as they leave customs.

“What would that be, Mari?” Chloe yawns, not bothering to dedicate her limited remaining brain power apparently.

“Lila,” She whispers back, “She’s been so quiet all the way here,”

“What about how she weaseled her way into first class?” Chloe yawns again, sleep mask resting on her head.

“Or tried to steal your bag,” Kagami says with venom, her having saved Marinette from that disaster.

“Accused you of giving her the wrong flight time,” Adrien adds, somehow being full awake even after their long flight.

“Slipped metal into your pocket so security would go off,” Chloe downright glares at Adrien, but would never admit to the bags under her eyes.

“Came by and woke you up every time you fell asleep,” Kagami looks at her pointedly, shadows under her eyes being her only give away.

“Too quite,” Marinette whispers, the list going largely ignored as they approach the security scan.

“Just relax Mari,”  Adrien pats her shoulder, not enough to break her concentration, “Lila will be so distracted by being in Gotham she won't have time for you,”

Adrien was wrong.

Of course he was wrong.

This is Lila they're talking about.

“Oh Marinette!” Lila all but yells as Marinette is placing her bag in a tray, “I’m so glad you didn’t go through with it,”

Marinette cringes, the security guards all looking her way as Lila dances off. She just sighs as she is escorted away by the airport security, to the protest of her friends and not much else.

“No sir I am not holding any firearms or weapons,” Marinette answers as monotone as possible, the security guard didn’t deserve her ire not matter how tiresome this was getting.

“We interview the source,” Oh no “Apparently you were discussing terrorist activities,”

“I was not sir, Lila must be mistaken,” Yep big mistake, I’m sure that's all it is , “I’m simply here for a class trip,”

“You’re wearing a bulletproof vest,”

Yeah probably should have left that one at home

“My parents are protective, they know how dangerous Gotham can be,” They were not fans of the horror stories Aunt Selina used to tell her from this city, “They insisted I have it as protection,”

While they most certainly wanted her to be safe the vest was more her idea. It was also more for enabling trouble than avoiding it. At least she was trying to be safe about secret crime fighting.

“Makes sense,” He sighs from across the table, checking through some paperwork, “You’re seventeen, here on a class trip right?”

“Yes sir,”

“Well if you’re here on a Wayne funded trip they probably did and extensive background check,” He pauses for a minute looking deep in thought, “Alright then, you can go,”

That seems kind of lax

“Are you sure?”

“We literally have super villains walking through here every other day,” True that, “You’re holding no weapons and have been endorsed by the Wayne's that's better than most people that have been in here,”

“Well if you’re sure,” Marinette stands awkwardly walking to the door as he waves her off, “Is there anything I need to sign, or…”

“Unless I want to fill out extra paperwork, no,” He seems so tired, Marinette wished she could get back at Lila for making his job harder.

“Have a good day then!” She smiles brightly, getting a small one in return.

She leaves, the security guards handing back her bag, fortunately not mentioning the miracle box or her Kwamis. She smiles brightly, even with Lila trying to ruin her trip she could still enjoy her time here in Gotham- and her phone buzzes with an Akuma alert.

With a sigh, Marinette ducks into the nearest bathroom, locking a stall behind her.

“Kaalki,” The Kwami zips out of her bag, “Tikki, Combine,”

With a flash of light followed by another she appears in Paris dropping Kaalki’s transformation.

She looks over the city, some Akuma attacking the Eiffel tower. At least they didn't seem to be the brainwashing type, she didn’t have Chat Noir there to help with crowd control.

With a flip she jumps, planning to kick the Akuma on the way down. They dodge and she lands in front of them instead.

“Well, well if it isn’t the bug,” The Akuma, in a horrible patch work costume mocks, a purple mask appearing over their face, “Hand over your miraculous!”

How about you come and make me Hawkmoth? I promise to stick that cane up your ass

Oh how she wishes she could say just that, but it wouldn't be very Ladybug of her. Why did the younger her have to have a stick up her butt?

“Not today Hawkmoth,” She says instead, making sure to put the practiced amount of enthusiasm into it, “Or any other day for that matter,”

“How are you going to save Paris without your little kitty cat?”

How are you going to beat me with that terrible fashion sense

Besides Chat Noir deserved a break. At least she hoped he was taking a break, he couldn’t tell because of secret identity reasons. It wasn't like she had any right to stop him, she was having a vacation in Gotham right now, and she was out all the time for work. She could manage without Chat for a while, he deserved that much.

“I will do whatever it takes to protect the people of Paris,” Ladybug remembers to answer the question.

“Hand over your miraculous now!” The Akuma lunges at her

I should have chosen a different persona

She dodges the beam of light that can’t mean anything good. Jumping back to get some distance.

Chat Noir had the right idea

She bites back the cutting remark on the tip of her tongue. Instead throw out her yo to wrap around their arm. The Akuma pulls it forward, sending her through the air. She leans into it swinging around to get a better vantage point, studying the monologuing Akuma below.

Maybe I can for Starling

She has created Starling as a vigilante identity to use in Gotham, if the class was ever in trouble. No not if, when . With a sigh she summons her lucky charm getting a table tennis paddle.

Although I’m only meant to use that identity as a disguise to protect the class

The only thing that stood out was the Akuma's hand, she'd have to gather more information before striking.

Maybe Starling can have a word or two with Lila, that could be fun

She drops down in front of the Akuma. They seemed to like monologuing, maybe all she had to do was probe a little bit.

“Why would you want to side with Hawkmoth?”

“This is my family's greatest heirloom it has been passed from generation to generation for centuries, some fool broke it and I was crushed having disappointed all my ancestors!” The Akuma holds up a broach type jewel, “But Hawkmoth- Hawkmoth brought it back and now my greatest and dearest treasure will forever be-”

Ladybug smacks it to the ground, crushing it underfoot.

The Akuma looks at her shocked, letting out a long drawn out gasp. Marinette does not meet their eye as she catches the Akuma. She throws the paddle she used to smack it out of their hand into the air to cast the cure.

I must be really jet lagged, I’m usually at least a little more creative than that, but it worked

She pretends not to see the reporters coming in for interviews, seeing the victim and their broach in one piece. She makes a speedy exit, needing to transport back to Gotham before the class get too ancy.

“I’m sorry the rented bus left a long time ago,” The attendant informed her, looking sorry for the dishevelled teen.

Marinette groaned, so much for running around the airport for thirty minutes with a dead phone. Thanking the attendant she sulks off to collect her bag instead, she’d have to figure another way to the hotel.

She spends another hour hunting down her bag. Chasing after leads of people who might have mistook it. Checking again with Airport security, who again pulled her aside for having a suspicious missing bag. Luckily the security guard before defended her, she brought him a coffee and two for herself.

“Maybe someone will return it?” Tikki whispers, her and Kaalki hidden in the folds of her scarf.

“It’s fine Tikki,” Marinette sighs, halfway through her first cup in under a minute, “I have replicas of all of them anyway, I’ll just grab some samples from the MDC fashion show,”

She’d have to stop by later, the outfits should have been transported last week along with most of her recent catalogue. The only problem was all the other necessities she lost. But that wasn’t a problem, she carried the miracle box in her backpack and that's all that really matters.

“And some of my… special outfits when we go back home,”

She had altered her current outfit to transform into her vigilante disguise. Her scarf pulled up and could be turned inside out into a mask. Her skirt could be transformed into a cape and hood combo. A zip down the middle of the skirt to split it for the cape and a zip up hood that lay flat along her skirt. She simply turned it inside out and wore it around her shoulders. Combined with a bullet proof vest it wasn't half bad, her belt full of weapons could always be hid under her skirt which was a big plus.

She sighs waiting for a taxi in the cold Gotham air, hating it more than most. Although she supposed superhuman strength was a fair exchange for extra cold fingers. Marinette fought to stay awake, she had also been holding Kaalki for so long she was starting to develop the ability to sleep standing up and would doze off randomly. Certainly helpful at times, but not right now.

“Hello,” Marinette is startled out of her drowsiness.

She looks at the hesitant young man before her, looking just as tired as she is.

“Hello?”

“Is something the matter?” Something sparks at the back of her mind, a feeling she often gets from Chloe whenever she is helpful.

Do I look that bad?

“Just a mix up with transportation,” She smiles, he clearly knows it’s fake.

“Do you need a ride?”

“No I’m-” She sighs, what could go wrong getting in the car of a random person in Gotham, “Yes, I do thank you,”

“Over here, I’m Tim by the way” He stifles a yawn, leading her towards a limousine, the door being opened by a driver.

“Marinette, here,” She hands over the extra coffee, “You look like you need it just as much as me,”

Tim looks at her like a god sent, taking the coffee as they reach the limo.

“Good call Alfred,” Tim whispers to the driver, slipping into the car.

“Hello miss, I am Alfred Pennyworth,” She shakes his hand, something stronger fires at the back of her mind, a true holder perhaps? But Chloe was a true holder right?

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” She smiles, trying to assess what miraculous would suit him.

“Best get inside Miss Dupain-Cheng,” She climbs inside at Alfred's behest, “Gotham is awfully cold for a Lady,”

She gets the feeling that is not chivalry.

“Where to Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Alfred asks, already in the driver's seat.

“Wayne hotel please,” She pulls her backpack onto her lap, still regarding Alfred suspiciously.

“Traveling alone?” Tim asks absentmindedly, still nursing his coffee cup.

“I’m here with my class, they left without-” No that's no good , “I got held up they went ahead,”

“Class… staying at the Wayne hotel…” Tim mumbles to himself.

“I believe what Master Tim is trying to ask is if you are part of the Martha Wayne foundation trip,” Alfred informs from the front seat.

“Yeah that,” Tim takes another scalding gulp of coffee.

“Yes I sent in the submission, I’m still surprised we got it,” Marinette had been thrilled at a trip to Gotham, it is where her Aunt Selina lives after all.

“You seem very responsibility Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Alfred complements, “Almost as if you could shoulder the weight of Paris,”

“I didn’t say where I was from,” Marinette tenses getting more than a little unsettled, he seemed to know something more.

“Not to worry, I have close connections with the Wayne's and was aware this years class was from Paris is all,”

“I see,” Marinette nods along, the possible meaning behind the comment still being concerning.

“We forgot your bags!!!” Tim suddenly yells, jumping up and making Marinette jump, they both curse in sync as they spill coffee on themselves.

“It’s alright!” luckily the coffee landed on her black tights, so no noticeable stains, “My bags were stolen,”

“Oh…” Tim relaxes back, “Wait… that's not alright at all!”

“It’s fine, I already have a plan to get some spare clothes and I just need to run to the store,”

“Right… to the Wayne hotel was it?” Marinette nods and Tim starts tapping away at his phone.

She fishes out some wet wipes from her bag, passing them to Tim, who looks confused until she points out the growing coffee stain. With a smile and a few more taps at the phone he takes them off her.

“Left behind and bags stolen, doesn't sound like your Lucky day,” Alfred presses, and he needs to stop, it could be chance, surely its just chance.

“I guess not,”

You don’t know the half of it.

“Well I hope the rest of your day is much better,” Tim bids as they pull up to the hotel.

“Thank you, and thank you so much for the ride,” Alfred opens the door for her to get out.

“Not a problem,” She waves them off, watching them disappear down the street.

They’re nice, probably wont ever get to see them again, thats a shame

“Dick! Holy fuck!” Tim kicks down the door of his brothers room, “I just met the nicest girl who's had the shittest day on earth,”

“First of all welcome back, how was your trip?” Dick greets hanging from the ceiling as Tim takes his desk chair, “Second, what are you talking about?”

“Met a girl at the Airport who didn’t have a ride, she gave me coffee,”

“That's enough to buy your loyalty,” Dick grins, Tim flips him off.

“Listen, she's part of that Martha Wayne Foundation trip and her class left her at the Airport!”

“What?!” Dick drops from the ceiling onto his bed, “Thats so dangerous, especially in Gotham,”

“Right?! She even had her luggage stolen!” Tim pushes the chair over to Dick, “And she was still so nice, even after an eight hour flight!”

“You said she was part of the Wayne foundation trip?” Dick asks, getting a nod from Tim, “Yeah, we are definitely seeing her again,”

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[pawsitivelymiraculous]

Meeting for the first time. (Day one)

A/N: Okay so I'm going to try to do this. I am going to make a tag list so if you want to be tagged please let me know. Btw most of them are going to be one shots but I may continue some of them like this one. Also, I'm sorry for the rushed ending and the formatting, my computer decided to hate me today so I'm doing this from my phone I'll fix it tomorrow.

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Masterlist

Meeting Part one

"Marinette, sweetheart, you are adopted."

Adopted

When her parents told her they had something important to talk to her she figured it was about school or worst-case scenario, they found out about her extracurricular activities as a super heroine.

No, instead they told Marinette that her whole life had been a lie. 

They sat her down and explained that she had been adopted when she was nine months old. They tripped over themselves trying to reassure her that they loved her as their own and tried to defend the reason why they never told her.

Marinette didn't know what to think. Things like this were only supposed to happen in movies. Not become her reality. 

Marinette felt so confused as she tried to process it all. None of it made sense. Tom and Sabine were her biological parents. They… they had to be.

But, the truth was slowly sinking in. 

Marinette had never truly understood the expression "ignorance is bliss" until that moment. Somehow not knowing the truth felt like a better option than the alternative.

"But, why now?" Marinette asked hesitantly. "If you weren't planning to ever tell me, then why do it now?" 

She really hoped she was wrong, but in movies that was when they tell her that one of her bio parents died. Usually, said parent was royalty meaning that she would be next in line for the throne. Oh gosh, would she have to move to a strange country and rule it? 

Oh wait, she was apparently born in America. And as far as Marinette knew, America didn't have a monarch.

She snapped out of her thoughts in time to see Tom and Sabine share a look. Finally, Sabine spoke up "Do you remember the scholarship honey?"

She did. 

Marinette had been given a one in a lifetime opportunity to study in a prestigious art school in the outskirts of Paris and was offered a scholarship that covered half of the tuition.

Unfortunately, the Dupain-cheng's didn't have enough money to cover the other half. While the bakery was fairly popular, all of their savings had dried up the month prior when the delivery truck broke down, and they were forced to buy a new one.

Because of this, Marinette had to turn down the scholarship. 

Marinette's stomach dropped as she realized that her parents... or well Tom and Sabine had been struggling financially, even without the scholarship, because of her, with the knowledge of being adopted she couldn't help but feel like an unnecessary burden to them.

Seeing her daughter's crestfallen expression, Sabine rushed to Marinette's side giving her a small hug before saying. "Sweetie, we love you okay? And it broke our hearts when you had to turn down that amazing opportunity, so we tried to contact your biological father hoping he would be able to help us." She explained. 

"We never heard back from him." Tom chimed in "but we thought it would be better to let you know in case we do later on." 

Marinette nodded. That… made sense, and it was far better than what Marinette had immediately assumed.

Still, all the information was too overwhelming. Marinette needed to talk to the kwamis, they would help her understand the situation better. 

"I- I need to go." Marinette stood up and sprinted up the stairs, towards her room. Ignoring her parents who called after her.

She ran up to her bed and landed face first in it. All the kwamis flew out from their hiding spots and gathered around her.

Tikki nuzzled her cheek. "Oh Marinette, I'm so sorry."

Marinette let out a small humorless chuckle. "So, you heard huh?"

"Sure did, bug." Plagg said, floating close to her face. "Personally, I think we should find that father of yours and… you know… bless him with a not so great day."

This time Marinette actually laughed. "I think you meant curse and no, we are not going to do that." Plagg rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, Marinette felt tired. She could continue talking with the kwamis later. She needed to sleep, yeah"I think I'm going to sleep for a bit," she informed them

Tikki nodded. "Sweet dreams Marinette." The rest of the kwamis echoed this as Marinette drifted off to sleep.

~♡~♡~♡~

Plagg grinned as he turned on the computer. 

Tikki flew up to him. "What are you doing?" She asked, scandalized.

"We are going to google Pigtails' biological father," he explained. 

Tikki groaned, "you don't even know how to use a computer! And there's no 'we' if you want to do something that's your problem!"

Plagg smirked devilishly "Sugar Cube, we are literal gods. We can do this! Don't you want to know who he is."

Tikki begrudgingly agreed, she even helped him open the browser. "Okay so type in 'Bruce Wayne'"she instructed. "And then press that weird looking key that says enter alright?"

Plagg complied. The two kwamis turned to look at the results. 

Both kwamis gaped at the screen. Plagg whispered."Well, if this is the same guy but if so-"

"Then Marinette is the daughter of a billionaire." Tikki cut in, examining the picture. "Plagg, I think this is him."

"It's the eyes isn't it?" Tikki nodded.  "Yeah, well that would mean that a freaking billionaire ignored the pleas of the adoptive parents of his biological daughter!" Plagg exclaimed, growing angry.

"Well maybe he didn't believe them?" Tikki tried to reason.

Plagg suddenly growled at the screen."Look! He has like as many kids as he has money!" 

Tikki frowned, "Then why would he abandon his daughter?"

"Because he's a jerk! And I thought my kid's dad was bad!" Plagg glared at the picture causing Tikki to giggle. "What?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you so worked up over something that isn't cheese." She teased.

Plagg huffed, "well, your Bug gives me cheese, but if she's sad then she forgets. So it's really in my best interest to make sure Pigtails isn't upset."

Tikki laughed. "Yeah, yeah I totally believe you." She said sarcastically. "Anyways, do you think Marinette realizes her father is famous? "

Plagg snorted. "Are you kidding? If she knew she would still be freaking out." Tikki hummed in agreement. "Well, I think that now that we know who he is it's time to do what Pigtails would not let me do." Plagg concluded.

"Wait, what? No!" Tikki exclaimed.

"Ooo can I help with that?" A new voice asked. The kwamis turned to see Kaalki looking at them with a mischievous grin.

"Sure thing!" Plagg said just as Tikki was saying "No!"

The two ignored the spotted kwamii and began plotting how they were going to make sure Bruce Wayne would have the most unfortunate luck for at least a couple of days.

~♡~♡~♡~

It had not been a very good day for Bruce.

The DNA test had finally arrived, and he found out that he did, in fact, have another biological child. Unfortunately, Tim found the test and his efforts of trying to keep it a secret had been in vain because then most of his children interrogated him about their newfound sibling. Even Jason was there which was surprising.

Thankfully, they were wise enough not to tell Damian, because otherwise Marinette Dupain-cheng would have been in grave danger.

Dick, along with the rest, insisted that they needed to meet Marinette. So with the help of Tim, they arranged a trip to Paris for the next day. Meaning that Bruce had less than 12 hours to find Marinette and talk to her before that happened.

So as soon as all of his kids left, he asked Alfred to arrange an early flight. 

Which is how he found himself in front of Collège Françoise Dupont, the high school his daughter attended. 

In the rush, he had forgotten to call beforehand, so he called Alfred and asked him to inform Marinette's parents of his arrival. 

Bruce still wanted to talk to Marinette before Dick or someone else inevitably found out that he had left. So he got out of the car and walked inside, only to be greeted by a very flustered looking principal.

It wasn't until she called him "Mister Wayne" that Marinette realized who he was. 

"Mister Wayne! It's uh, an honor to meet you!" The man exclaimed nervously while shakily  extending his hand. "I received your call and I informed Marinette's homeroom teacher of your arrival. They- they should be in my office right now."

Bruce thanked him. On the way to the office Mr. Damocles told him "What an excellent student" Marinette was. He insisted that Marinette was one of the best students in his school. It made Bruce suspicious of the way that principal treated the rest of his students.

Finally, they arrived at the office. Marinette sat in a chair looking rather confused as her teacher stood next to her wearing a tight smile.

Mrs. Bustier introduced herself in a similar manner as Mr. Damocles. 

It wasn't until she called him "Mister Wayne" that Marinette realized who he was. 

Her face paled as she let out a small gasp. "You- you are my father."

In retrospect, he probably should have introduced himself to her first.

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Little!Marinette: daddy?

Bruce: Do I loOK liKE-

Jason: *facepalms*

Dick: Don't worry, Buginette. He is your dad. It'll take a while for him to come to terms with that, though.

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[consumeconstantly]

Who Are You (and what will you become?)

1(you are here)| 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: “Over the years, I have found that blood means very little.” 

The ice clicks against the glass almost inaudibly, condensation dripping down the side. 

“So tell me, M. Wayne, why do you think I should even begin to consider you my father?” (all biodad bruce can be read as stand alone but are posted in chronological order)

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At the tender age of nineteen, Marinette Dupain-Cheng has already become a jaded woman. It doesn’t shine through very often, hidden behind a carefully crafted facade of Parisian-brand carefree attractiveness and pigtailed youthfulness, but there exists, in Marinette, a certain bitterness.

“For a vigilante, you’re not very secretive,” Marinette remarks, keeping her tone measured, almost playful, so as not to draw attention to herself. 

“Marinette.” Bruce inclines his head and allows the bartender to serve him a whiskey sour. He doesn’t drink alcohol because it alters his mental state in ways that are unpleasant, but ordering a drink helps him fit in, and with Marinette, the person he wants to talk to, right at his side, he can’t have his normal ginger ale substitute. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mmm.” She takes a sip of her French 75, playing up an interest that Bruce knows is a lie. “M. Wayne, you say that as though we’re familiar with each other.”

“Sabine and I were close,” he says. 

Sabine is one of the few people who knew about his existence as Batman that didn’t live in Gotham. Many years ago, they were friends. Colleagues. (More.) Of course she told her daughter about who he was. How could she not have? 

Sabine is-- she was--

“Close, you call it,” she says with mock awe, words slurring together. “Closer than close, really. Too close for comfort— at least, too close for you.”

When Bruce and Sabine’s paths crossed all those years ago, he was struggling trying to raise Dick. Sabine was equal parts a mother and a mentor to Dick in all the ways that Bruce couldn’t be. When she left for Paris so abruptly after the two of them parted ways, Dick didn’t take it very well. Even moreso when communications halted permanently. The fact that the radio silence coincided with Marinette’s birth is something only Bruce is privy to.

However awkwardly he and Sabine left off, it doesn’t change the facts. Bruce’s lips thin. “I’m here to offer you a home.”

Swirling her French, Marinette taps at her phone, swiping away at a few messages that she’s not interested in. “I’m nineteen and more than capable of taking care of myself. Though I suppose it stands to reason that it would be difficult for you to know that, what with how busy your extracurriculars keep you.”

“I’m not doubting your capabilities.” He’s looked into what Marinette has been up to over the past nineteen years of her life. He’s never been particularly concerned with her upbringing, not with a woman like Sabine at the helm of her childhood. Bruce was right not to be worried; Marinette has grown into a multi talented, extremely well connected entrepreneur based on her own hard work. Judging by the crowd that she runs with and the multiple charities that she supports both financially and with her own time, she will be a force to be reckoned with in a few years; Tim regularly extols the virtues of the brand MDC, and if he knew that he was sisters with the designer, he’d never stop raving about her. MDC is already being compared to the likes of Dior and Gabriel when they were first starting out. Her finances aren’t anything to scoff at, and at a few galas and charity parties that he’s had to entertain, anyone who's had the privilege to wear an MDC original talks about how sweet and kind the head designer is while complimenting the CEO’s business savvy.

Bruce has to admit that he’s impressed by how she manages to keep her identities separate. No one suspects the head designer to also be manning publicity and business. 

He’s been watching her for the past day, and he has to say, for somebody whose parents just died, she carries herself with remarkable ease. If not for the red around her eyes and line of shots on the bartop, Bruce would believe that Tom and Sabine’s death didn’t phase her at all. 

“There’s a but, isn’t there?” Marinette says bitterly.

She’s right in that assumption. As skillful as Marinette is in her field, she has no practical combat experience. A brief stint in fencing and martial arts but nothing beyond that. Even if she practiced martial arts for years, that wouldn’t be enough to convince Bruce to let her go off on her own. Martial arts as a hobby is an entirely different game than fighting for one’s life. 

Marinette is simply not the kind of person who can face down a League member and come out of it alive. 

“It’s for your safety.”

For the first time since entering the bar, Bruce sees a flash of true emotion cross Marinette’s eyes. It’s hard to see the color of her eyes in the dim lighting, but it’s impossible not to see Sabine in how her eyes narrow. Perhaps the dim lighting makes it easier to; in the light of day, Marinette’s eye color— it’s too similar to the shade he sees in the mirror. 

“My safety? What about my parent’s safety?” 

At that, Bruce internally cringes while keeping his face carefully blank. Tom and Sabine… their end wasn’t pretty. Not the most gruesome deaths he’s ever seen, but it was up there. Bruce never thought the League would do something as cruel as desecrating the corpses of the people they murdered. They may be assassins for hire, but most times, they do have some sort of morals. 

The worst part about it is that their death is most likely a result of Sabine’s past relationship with him. Last month, a tabloid that drew comparisons between Marinette and Bruce. It didn’t take long for another person to dredge up pictures from when he was still with Sabine. Tom and Sabine didn’t have enemies well-off enough to hire the League. But Bruce? Bruce did. 

“I’m not interested in any protection you have to offer me.” Marinette shakes her head. “Don’t worry. I’m not like you. I won’t become a vigilante out of rage or as a coping mechanism. I’m not going to go chasing after the League in a foolish pursuit of misguided justice.”

But Marinette doesn’t understand. She has a target on her back with her newfound association to him.  

“I haven’t been active in your life--”

“Understatement of the year,” Marinette mutters.

“--but I’m not going to let you die when I can prevent it.”

Downing the rest of her French, she takes the Moscow Mule away from Bruce’s hands, eyeing the liquor up on display. She drinks the cold alcohol and revels in the burn that slides down her throat. Marinette swipes on one of the notifications she’s received on her phone in order to respond to it. “You’re a good man, Bruce. But your desire to protect me— what does it stem from? What do we have in common? Why would you use your time and effort on what’s essentially a stranger?”

Bruce has no good answer for this, but he has an obvious one. As soon as it leaves his tongue, it feels wrong. “We share the same blood.”

He can’t bring himself to call Marinette his daughter. That means that he would be her father and he’s not deserving of that title.

Marinette pockets her phone, eyes trained on a set of unusually shaped glasses on the shelves. “If that’s your answer, M. Wayne, let me tell you something. Over the years, I have found that blood means very little.” 

The bartender comes around and tops off the whiskey sour. The ice clicks against the glass almost inaudibly, condensation dripping down the side. Bruce can’t tell whether the bartender knows Marinette or not, but he certainly looks concerned enough to, with how his eyes shift between Marinette and himself rapid fire. When the bartender’s gaze settles on Bruce, mouth turned downward, clearly suspicious of his presence, Marinette just waves him off with a gentle smile. 

Her smile turns up the same way Tom’s did. She’s right; family is more than blood. 

“Your answer to why you want to protect me is that we share blood, but you speak nothing of our relationship. Shouldn’t that have been the first thing you brought up?”

Bruce shifts uncomfortably on the bar stool. Marinette just laughs at his apparent awkwardness. “Talking of blood relations seems to be something you don’t enjoy, and yet the entire premise of your protection rests on it. Tell me, M. Wayne, do you think I should even begin to consider you my father?”

Even as inebriated as Marinette must be, she brings up points that he himself wondered on his way to Paris. Wanting to see Marinette safe goes beyond a simple duty to morality and virtue. Though Bruce is known for adopting kids with tragic backstories, it simply isn’t feasible to adopt every single one he comes across. To bring Marinette into his family at this age, to expose her to the life he lives would be beyond cruel. In essence he’d be replacing two parents with a ticking time bomb: himself. 

“Don’t consider me a parent, just a guardian. It’s in my best interest to see you safe, and the best way to do that is to have you move to Gotham, where my colleagues and I can assure you around the clock protection.”

At first, he distanced himself from Sabine and Marinette because he didn’t want to disrupt her current relationship with Tom. Even if the two of them insisted that he could still be part of Marinette’s life, it just didn’t feel right to have the title of father when he wasn’t the one to put in any of the hard work. Then, as Tom and Sabine grew more comfortable in their life together, settled down and opened up a bakery, he was blindsided by Jason’s death. As his daughter grew older and older, there were just too many things in his own life for him to ever hope to kindle a relationship with Marinette.

Marinette laughs, but it’s really more of a bark. Her voice is too hoarse for it to come out any other way. Bruce can’t imagine how much she’s cried this past week. “If you wanted to keep me safe, where were you a week ago? Where were you two years ago? Where were you when I was thirteen? M. Wayne, I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you throughout the years, and I’ve always brushed them off as nothing more than tabloid gossip. But perhaps they got one thing right about you: you’re a liar.”

Marinette stands, swaying slightly.

“This— if you truly want me to uproot my life, I need more than you saying it’s in your best interest. I need—” Marinette reaches up to her earrings and allows her eyes to flutter shut. She needs more than a distant guardian. She needs someone to confide in. Someone she trusts. “It was nice meeting you, but I don’t need your pity. Not now.”

As she weaves through the crowd, Bruce can’t help but wonder whether he made the right decision all those years ago to not be apart of her life.

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Late to the game as always. This will be a multichapter fic but all parts can be read as one shots (and also as always anything posted to tumblr is never checked for accuracy and stuff so whoop)! They’ll be released in chronological order. If you want to get tagged in all things maribat, instead of commenting it under a fic, I’d appreciate an ask or a dm instead! I haven’t been able to go back through all the previous comments and create a taglist yet but perhaps. eventually. 

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BioDad! Bruce Wayne Month

Day 1 First meeting.

Here’s my first chapter here, the only one I managed to complete before my computer died. I’ll be working on it when I can, but I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with the demand. I will only be tagging @biodad-bruce-month, here to keep it organized. 

“Thanks again for doing this, Clark. Goodness knows Gotham can’t be left unguarded. Alright, yes… a Kryptonite batarang… It sounds practical to me. I mean, there’s one in my main dining room, right now… Okay… See you then.” Hanging up with a sigh, Bruce sits in the back of the rental, his phone in hand as he watches the Eiffel Tower grow closer. He glances forward at Dick, who was bouncing in the front, passenger seat, next to Alfred, stretching his seatbelt out as he practically squishes his face against the passenger window. As they pass a school, on their way to a nearby park, their rental car is filled with the sweet scent of fresh baked bread.

A pair of rumbling stomachs break the silence and Alfred is immediately pulling over, replying as if they spoke to him, “I agree, it is a perfect time for lunch. Would you two like to go on ahead and save a place in line, while I find a nice place to park?” Dick is already out by the time Alfred starts, calling back a “You got it Alfred!” as he shuts the door behind him. Bruce doesn’t have a chance to reply before Dick impatiently opens his door and starts dragging him out of the back seat, causing the seatbelt to snag to his waist. 

His grunt of pain draws a giggle from a little girl, standing near the bakery. The two of them glance over to her and see a little girl and her friend, couldn’t be older than five years old. Dick sees the familiar set of bright blue eyes and dark hair right away, and he smiles. “Hey, Bruce. She looks just like you. Maybe if you’re willing to give me a little sister you can adopt this one and get the full family set.” He chuckles at his little joke, and walks over to the two children. He doesn’t see how Bruce’s eyes scan her with a feeling of misplaced familiarity, as he gets out of the car as well. Neither of them notice Alfred watching them with a knowing smirk, before he pulls the car away.

Dick bends down to meet her eyes. “Hello kids! Are your parents okay with you being out alone?” The boy, seems to clam up a bit and cower behind the girl, but she simply smiles at him.

“Our Mamans and Papas aren’t far,” She replies in her accented English, “They’re in the bakery. My manan and papa are working there. Nino’s maman is buying lunch!” The boy hears his name and starts to quietly berate her for giving his name to a stranger. She gently placates him before returning her attention to Dick. “Are you going to eat from my maman and papa’s bakery? You should try some of the macarons, I helped make some of them.” She points at herself with a prideful thumb as Bruce walks up beside Dick. 

Bruce responds with an amused chuckle, “Well, knowing that, how can we resist? Come on Richard”—He says ‘Richard’ instead of ‘Dick’ because there are children present— “Let’s go inside and give it a try. It’s been very nice to meet the two of you.” They say their brief farewells to the children before heading into Tom and Sabine’s Patisserie.

Immediately, as they pass through the front door, the two find themselves enveloped in the warm, delicious air of the bakery. As they simultaneously take a deep breath through the nose, the man at the counter notices them, and begins to bring his conversation with the woman in front of him to an end. He hands her a bag as the two children, from earlier, burst in through the door behind Bruce and Dick. The boy, Nino, as they recall, jogs over to his mother, at the front of the counter, while the girl slips under the counter door and practically disappears behind it as she isn’t quite tall enough to be seen over it. They can however, gauge the reactions of the man behind the counter to see that she runs over to the man to hug him before running into the back, where Bruce assumes her mother is.

As Bruce gazes at the assortment of pastries in the cases, Dick can’t help but stare at the large man behind the counter. He leans in towards Bruce and whispers, as quietly as he can, “Hey B.  Look at the size of this guy, he could give Bane a run for his money.” This draws a chuckle from the man as Bruce turned his head to Dick to berate him, but he’s interrupted by the sound of small footsteps suddenly running back into the bakery. Marinette calls to the man, in French, “Papa! Maman needs you to take the cake out. She said she can take care of the customers.” The large, French man pats her head and rushes into the back.

The front door opens with a ring, drawing Bruce’s attention away from the counter, to Alfred, entering after parking the car. In Bruce’s distraction a woman Walks over to the counter. “Marinette, you aren’t bothering these men, are yo—" She freezes as Bruce turns back to her. Blue eyes, she thought she’d only ever see on her little girl, meet steel gray eyes, he thought he’d seen the last of, meet again as they stare at one another, jaws slack. Alfred walks up to the silent group, barely able to hide his knowing smirk. 

Dick’s gaze hops between Bruce and Sabine before finally landing on Marinette, who was equally confused and equally glancing between them. Dick eventually turns to Alfred, to ask, “Alfred? What’s happened to them?” Marinette’s eyes turn to the older gentleman as well.

Alfred simply smiles at the children before beginning his explanation, patting Bruce’s shoulder to draw him from his stupor, “Have I ever told you, Master Richard, about Bruce’s first serious relationship before he married his work?” He paused for dramatic affect as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, “I believe that they must have broken up for her to move to Europe… I would say, a little over five years ago.”

At that, Marinette perked up, lifting her chin over the counter to shout, “I’m five years!” This draws Sabine from her stupor as she looks down at Marinette and smiles as she gently brushes her fingers through her daughter’s hair, responding, “Yes you are dear…” She returns her attention to Bruce, “It’s nice to see you again Bruce. Have you already met Marinette Martha Cheng?” Bruce stares speechlessly down at Marinette. Dick looks between them for a moment while it processes in his mind, then suddenly, an audible gasp as he brings his hand up to cover his wide grin.

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Warmth

Y’all remember this au? Well, guess what, now I’m using it for bio!dad Bruce month and no one can stop me--

Also warning I did not edit this so oop

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AO3

Day 1: Meeting for the first time

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The last fight against Hawkmoth had been a blur. A success, sure, but a success that cost her everything. With the reveal of Hawkmoth being Gabriel Agreste, came the loss of Chat Noir, as he left Plagg and the ring behind, never telling Marinette his identity. She could only guess, though she doubted she was wrong.

At first, Marinette thought that was it, that it was the only loss that she would have to lose that day.

But then she got home.

There was an eery quiet to the bakery as she stepped inside. It wasn't unusual for Marinette's parents to vacate to their apartment during an attack, to get away from glass and whatnot, but they would usually be back in the bakery by now to help stragglers from the attack to a cup of hot cocoa and a croissant.

Worry filled in her gut, a sinking feeling inside of her, like an anchor dragging her down to the bottom of the ocean.

Slowly, she walked up the stairs, dread filling her up every step of the way until she was in front of the door. She stopped, holding her breath as she listened for any sound, any sound at all, coming from the apartment.

Silence.

She opened the door, slowly, the creaking sound squeezing her heart like a hand in her chest, and as she looked inside, finally opened her eyes and looked, she could do nothing but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

And the ending, the true ending, was just as much of a blur as what was the beginning. What she thought would have been the end.

There had been burglars that had used the chaos of the final battle against Hawkmoth, to break into the apartment to try and rob them. Her parents had just been unlucky to be home when it happened.

It became a mess of lawyers and child services after that, trying to figure out where Marinette should go, as she tried to hold herself together with the help of Gods and friends. Still, if there was one thing Marinette remembered clearly, it was the day she was told the truth about her father.

"I'm sure your mother was going to tell you at some point," the family lawyer said, in that voice that sounded like it was meant for a 7-year-old or a scared animal, rather than a teenage girl who risked her life to save the very city they were in, even if he didn't know it. "but... your father is not who you think he is. She wrote down, that if anything were to ever happen to her and Tom, that you were to live with your biological father. I'm sure this comes as a shock to you, so I understand if you need some time to think. We've already contacted him, and he has accepted the responsibility of taking care of you."

It was so much change in so little time, but Marinette supposed that was nothing new.

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Bruce was at a loss. The last few days had been calm, as calm as they could be in Gotham. He knew something was wrong.

When he got the phone call, his heart had stopped. Sabine, a woman he actually truly cared about, even after their relationship ended abruptly, was gone.

She left him a daughter he didn't even know he had. And he accepted the responsibility of taking care of her, without a trace of doubt or hesitancy in sight.

Marinette, however, was arriving, and he had yet to actually break the news to his family. Heck, he had yet to actually meet the girl himself. Bruce ended up deciding against meeting her at the airport, though. He felt that it was for the best, if not to just keep his family occupied while Alfred got her.

Bruce could tell Tim was suspicious, had been, for the last couple of days, ever since the call. It made sense that Tim would be the first to notice, he had always been the most perceptive. He had yet to actually confront Bruce on the matter though, and that was perhaps for the best because despite having known for a couple of days now that Marinette would be arriving, he still had no idea how to tell his family.

His biggest concern was Damian. He had almost killed Tim over the position of Robin, Bruce didn't know how he would react to his position potentially being contested, though Bruce had no plans of turning Marinette into the next Robin.

Marinette was his blood, his family, and yes, Damian was too, but he was raised by assassins since he was born. Marinette was innocent, and Bruce wanted to protect that. He owed at least that much to Sabine, even if she never told Bruce about Marinette.

In a way, he could understand why Sabine never told him. Even though she never knew he was Batman, she did know he was Bruce Wayne, how he always had a target on his back. Marinette, if she had been with the Wayne name, would have a target just as big, just by association.

Now, Marinette would be leaving her little bubble of safety, of Paris, and come to a town, grittier than she would ever be prepared for.

Bruce supposed he could only do his best to make her feel welcome.

Gathering the boys into the dining room before Alfred arrived with Marinette, Bruce allowed himself to take a deep breath.

"I have something important to tell you, and I need you all to listen to me carefully," Bruce started, leveling a hard gaze at his sons. "A couple of days ago, I got a call, informing how someone very important to me passed away and that... she- left someone very dear to her for me to look after."

Bruce winced at his own wording and wondered for a moment how he had become so bad at telling his family things. Truthfully, he was never really good at it, to begin with.

"Wait, are you telling us you adopted another kid?" Jason asked incredulously, clearly not happy with the news, and by the look on his face, it seemed Damian agreed with the sentiment.

"I didn't adopt Marinette," Bruce said. "I am her father, biologically."

It was ghost-quiet now, as no one dared to utter a word, shock radiating off of them.

And then, there was a knock at the door to the dining room.

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It was a lonely feeling, arriving into a new city, and be greeted by a butler rather than someone who was supposed to be her dad. Still, Marinette thought, at least Alfred seemed nice.

She stayed silent in the car ride to the manor, letting the sound of rain hitting the window lull her into a fake sense of calm and serenity, as she ignored the incoming storm and thunder. Perhaps she was overreacting, nerves and all, but she wondered what a man like Bruce Wayne expected his child to be like.

Would she be disappointing to him? Would she even matter? He already had a family, wasn't she disrupting his peaceful life? Should she even care?

Dejectedly, she let out a sigh. There was so much she didn't know, and this new city filled her with dread, just as suffocating as Paris. She could feel it, seeping from the ground, and infecting the people. Marinette wondered if this was what Paris would become now.

She was pulled out of her thoughts, however, as the sleek black car pulled to a stop, in front of what she could only describe as a victorian dream house, complete with gargoyles and all. She hardly even noticed Alfred opening the car door, umbrella in hand.

As Marinette walked up the steps, she could only truly wish that this would be a place that she could heal. To take a break from all of the responsibility and let herself mourn and grieve, and as Alfred opened the doors of the manor, she allowed herself to take a deep breath in, straighten her back, and lift her head.

She could hear a voice now, muffled behind doors and walls, and all at once fear gripped Marinette's heart like vines with thorns, cutting and never letting go. She tightened her hands into fists and forced herself to calm down, grabbing her emotions and curling them into a ball, throwing them deep into a far off corner in her mind.

The voice stopped talking, total silence filling the room for a moment, only to be interrupted as Alfred knocks on the door, just as calm and collected as he had been from the moment he picked her up from the airport.

He opened the door, and slowly Marinette walked, seeing four different guys, all of whom she supposed were now her brothers, until her eyes landed on Bruce, her dad. Her actual, biological dad.

Marinette's breath was shaky, but she hid her nerves well, something she was very proud of, as she felt the eyes of them all on her.

"Master Bruce," Alfred started, "may I have the honor to present to you your daughter, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette's eyes scanned them, reading them in a way they would probably never get, before something finally clicked in her mind, allowing her to breathe, if only slightly. Marinette bowed respectfully to them, rising with a newfound calm centering her.

"It's nice to meet you all," she said, bluebell eyes just shy of calculating.

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[thegreysman]

Day 1: Meeting for the First Time

When Bruce Wayne received a letter from one of his many ex-girlfriends, explaining that he was the father of a girl; Due to her own inability to cope with her role as a mother and the fact that she couldn't trust him to keep her safe in Gotham, she decided to give her up for adoption to a French couple and that the only reason she decided to confess was because she was dying, this was her attempt to have a clear conscience and leave in peace.

That simple piece of paper was more than enough to begin his own investigation to corroborate those facts, with Tim's help and discretion he was able to quickly find a lot of information including our genetics of his alleged daughter, a quick DNA test later. Bruce confirmed his paternity.

It had taken a few days and a long talk with Alfred and Tim to decide to personally meet their 7-year-old biological daughter, Marinette Dupain Cheng.

But first he would have a chat with the adoptive parents of his newfound daughter.

Which wasn't a good idea because Bruce was forced to do an emotional damage control to Tom and Sabine's surprise, bewilderment and then fear at the potential possibility of losing the sweet little girl they love; It felt bad of him to intrude on the life of this happy family.

After the anguish, clarifications and promises.

The Dupain Cheng couple agreed to allow Bruce to meet Marinette, with some kind of family friend, a support figure close enough to have a family relationship and also distant enough not to make her a target for the rogues, in addition to their extracurricular activities.

Then one day in the afternoon, Marinette met her for the first time her "uncle" Bruce Wayne from Gotham.

n/a: Writing is really not my strong suit.

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My Father From Another Continent

This is the very first event that I’m joining so yay! 

And this... I actually had no idea what to write when I was doing this so please bear with me. 

For Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne Month

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Day 1: Meeting for the First Time

Bruce Wayne, or should he say right now, Batman, wasn’t really sure how to react. Today, he was about to meet the daughter he’d always wished to see but was not allowed to for eighteen years; the only problem was that something came up. And that something is a pest named Riddler.

The riddle-enthusiast had just escaped from Arkham and is causing trouble in a nearby museum. And honestly, Batman was almost tempted to use his “No Killing” Rule. Instead of spending the time to prepare for his daughter’s arrival, he has to subdue Riddler and his goons! All on his own, if he might add, since his sons are all occupied, so it may take a little while to subjugate them (meaning less time to prepare)!  

Dick is away, visiting his own wife and daughter. Tim had been too worn out in handling the company (which, he realized, must’ve been too much for a preadult like him to do and should’ve been his job to handle), so Alfred had made him stay back and rest (and sleep, most importantly). Damian is still in school and he can’t really pull him out all of a sudden just for some vigilante work (because, honestly, even if lives could be at stake, it’s still a pretty lousy excuse to skip school. Not to mention, secret identities are still a thing, right???). And Jason might be away for a mission, he wasn’t really sure whatever he does anymore.

Letting out a sigh, the Dark Knight skids the Batmobile (can’t he just call it a car? Or will that ruin the whole “aesthetic” he has going on?) into a stop in front of the museum where Riddler was supposedly causing a scene, again.

“Batman,” Commissioner Gordon greets him as soon as he steps out of his vehicle.

“Any updates on what’s happening inside?” he marches over to the building that’s on high lockdown.

“Riddler’s been targeting on this one hostage and he’s locked her in another room, all by herself.” he passes over a device and shows him a video—or was it a live feed? —from the scene inside where a girl is in a room solving what seems to be a whole wall of puzzles. Interesting how she looks a bit too calm for someone who’s in such a situation.

“And he’s also activated a bomb,” the cop adds.

“A bomb?” Batman raises an eyebrow as he continues to watch the feed. That's a pretty unusual move for someone like Riddler.

The officer nods and takes back the device and gives it to another cop who runs off to who knows where. “Riddler says that if the girl hasn’t gotten out of the room and finished all of his puzzles yet by the timer runs out, then the whole building would explode.”

“Did he ask for anything? He's bound to have some sort of goal he’s trying to get,” Batman asks as his eyes roam around the building to look for a possible entrance since the front door is most likely barricaded from the inside.

“There’s a kid—some billionaire’s kid—inside and he’s asking for ransom,” the older male explains and waves over to the side of the building. “We’ve also found a way to get inside for you and—” he briefly looks over behind Batman and pauses, “—you.”

“Everyone has prior commitments today,” the Dark Knight answers his unasked question and pauses for a bit as he tilts his head to the side by just an inch so the action isn’t really that visible. “Although, I do have Agent A to look out for me.” his voice a tad bit soft for he knows that his pseudo-father is listening in on their conversation through the Comms.

“All right,” Commissioner Gordon nods and looks at him straight in the eyes. “Good luck.”

Batman nods back, a small smile (though he was sure it wasn’t really that visible to anyone) gracing his features as he rushes over to where the entrance they were talking about was.

Jumping down inside the building, the room he was met with was pretty dark. The only light he had was the spotlights from the sculptures showcased on the sides and the paintings hanged on the walls.

“Any intel on where Riddler and the hostages are?”  he asks through his Comm and briefly looks around.

“Based on the live feed, they seem to be in exhibits that focus solely more on monochromatic paintings.” the regular posh voice of Agent A calms him down to a silent rage (to Riddler for interrupting his preparation time for his daughter’s arrival!). “And from what I’ve gathered, those kinds of paintings are in Building A, Room 203.” Batman grunts in affirmation and races to where the Englishman had just instructed him to head, running and knocking out goons that he encounters on the way.  

Standing in front of Room 203 with the door jammed shut, he briefly wonders why the other side is surprisingly quiet instead of hearing the regular maniacal laughs and blood-curdling screams. Wasting no time to idle around (his meeting with his daughter is on the line here!), the vigilante busts down the door, only to be met with a scene shocking enough to break through his expressionless mask.

Five to ten people are huddled on the side with loose ropes on their feet, their eyes filled with awe as they hug whoever they might be associated with. Three to five goons, that must be the ones guarding them, lie unconscious on the floor. While on the opposite side of the room, stood a girl—a very tiny girl—holding an afraid(?) Riddler by the collar, muttering words that make the vigilante look at her with mixed surprise and amusement before punching the said villain square in the face and dropping his now unconscious body to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

As soon as the villain’s body hits the floor, the girl spins around and their eyes meet (though he was sure the girl didn’t know that because of his cowl) for a moment and Batman briefly wonders why her eyes seemed so familiar; where he had already seen those same blue eyes that stare right back at his own, when it hits him! Her blue eyes have the exact same shade his own eyes have!

“Merci Dieu,” he hears the girl mumble and her shoulders sag in what seems to be relief in seeing him. She immediately runs over to and drags him by the arm with enormous strength that it almost made him stumble. “Come, Monsieur Batman, we need to open the doors to get out of here!”

It took a minute before the initial shock wore off as he stares at the girl—the super tiny girl—that’s hauling his two-hundred-pound body over to the exit. What has she been doing all this time to get this strong?

Batman quickly shakes his head to rid of his shock and solemnly nods before following her pace. Something about helping the small girl beside him open the barricaded doors felt somewhat familiar that it didn’t seem strange at all.

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As soon as his body hits the chair, Bruce sighs in relief in making it back in the manor before his daughter and her parents arrive. “I suggest you get ready, Master Bruce, they are bound to arrive in any minute now,” Alfred says and disappears just as quickly as he appeared. One day, he’s sure he’ll get a heart attack and die with all of Alfred’s surprise attacks.

Just as he was contemplating his life choices, Bruce hears the front door shut and talking voices emit from the foyer. He quickly stands up from his seat and brushes and straightens his suit. Better make the best first impression or else his daughter might not want to come over and visit him a second time, or a third time, or any time at all.

A genuine smile splits his face as a familiar French couple comes into view and right behind them is a very familiar girl. That very same girl who has very familiar blue eyes that just handed Riddler his ass a while ago...

Well, now at least he’ll have a chance to ask her what her training regimen is. And maybe even have a try in training her himself too (hopefully Sabine will let him).

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P.S. The “billionaire’s kid” they were pertaining to wasn’t Marinette ;)

EDIT: Okay forgot to put this omg

You see Bruce and Sabine had like a relationship back in the day which led to of course Marinette but Bruce didn’t know that. He only just found out when like he was invited to Sabine and Tom’s wedding (they broke up yes but they were still friends). And Bruce was... let’s say he was panicking? Because “oh dear I wasn’t being careful” “I’m so sorry”? 

So yeah that thing led to another, Bruce saying he’ll pay for the medical expenses Sabine and Tom saying “no it’s okay”, then all of a sudden, because of his panicked state, Bruce says “I’m not asking to be a part of her life (I mean I really do want to be) but if you say no then I won’t be. Jut please let me see her, let me meet her when she turns eighteen.” 

Then like before either Parisians could say that everything’s all right, he could still be a part of their daughter’s life, Bruce goes away. 

Basically Bruce was thinking too far ahead... A bit too far ahead. And then he got the wrong idea.

So yeah, but don’t worry, he still sends Marinette gifts for whichever events come... anonymously though.

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[jasmehraj]

Marinette Cheng Wayne

This prompt is for bio dad bruce wayne month, day 4, “Habits.”

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HABITS

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It had been two months since Marinette came in the manor. Instead of the gloomy, dark feel the manor now felt much lighter, brighter with Marinette. Dick's nightmares have visibly decreased. All three of the siblings' laughter often fills the manor. Marinette goes to the school with them. They got to know that Marinette is a genius. She was immediately at the top of her class. Whenever she gets a nightmare, she has her brother's to calm her down. She once saw that Dick has a habit of back flipping and he show-offs a lot. When she asked Jason about that his grin widened. "Let's play a prank on Dick." "No Jay-Jay." "Come-on." "No." "I promise he will not get hurt. Much." "Is he going to be mad?" "Nah! Pixie I had played so many pranks on him that I've lost counting." "Ok then." They moved the table near the bed. Dick woke up in the morning and back-flipped to stand but instead of standing, he bumped into the table that somehow got there. He groaned as Jason laughed. He wanted revenge which he will get. Dick went to Marinette and said. "Cupcake.........." "No dicky, I didn't- I asked him not to, please don't get mad Dicky." Dick smirked. "I will not get mad if you help me prank Jason." "Will he not be mad?" "Don't worry cupcake, he can't be mad. He has no right to be mad when he thought it was okay to prank me." "It wasn't?" "We don't mind prank cupcakes. Are you ready?" "Yes." They put a small speaker in Jason's hair when he was sleeping. Jason woke up next morning. He looked around him to find Marinette and Dick gone. "Where did they go?" He went to Bathroom and looked in the mirror. He shouted,"Fuck!!!" when he saw drawings on his face and his chest. As soon as he said it a voice, very gruff like Alfred and Batman mixture said,"Language." He shouted," Who the fuck." Which earned him another language from the voice. He continued cursing earning him more "language" "Marinette, Dick, you little shits." "Language." "Why in the fuck would you do that?" "Language." "urghh...............Which motherfucker invented this shit." "Language." "Okay okay language. My sweet siblings why did you do that I can't control cursing its a habit!" He had to beg them to remove that and he promised Marinette that he will not take advantage of someone's habits.

Marinette went to Bruce,"Ubaba, you are batman?" His eyes snapped to her. Jason and Dick also staring at her crazy when they entered. "Who told you, mon chou? Was it Dick or Jason? I am Batman. I wanted to tell you before but Mon chou I'm sorry. I will show you the batcave if you promise to not tell anyone." She looked at him in confusion and nodded. She had a habit to nod when she couldn't find any answer. Bruce took her to the cave. "Wow, dada are those bats?" "Yes mon chou, promise me you will not tell anyone. I wanted you to be a little older to tell you. How did you figure it out?" Alfred came in just in time," Master Bruce, I believe she didn't figure it out you told her." Bruce looked at Marinette," I just wanted you to play with me. I wanted you to play batman with me." With that Jason and Dick laughed, clutching their stomachs. Alfred cracked a smile as Bruce's hand automatically went to the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

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Alfred has a habit of being at the perfect place on perfect time.

I tried to make it funny.

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Just Another Class Trip :)  Part 2

Marinette sacrifices Adrien and then steals his alter ego.

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With the help of the staff Marinette is directed to the room she will be sharing with Chloe and Kagami. It was meant to be two to a room, but yada yada Lila yada yada medical condition yada yada tears= Lila gets her own room.

“Marinette,” Kagami spots her first, rising from the couch.

“Mari!” Chloe vaults over the couch and hug tackles her, Marinette barely moves an inch, “You should have heard all the shit Lila was saying on the way here, you’d think it be enough she got the class to leave you behind!”

“Perhaps it’s best if you do not,” Kagami pulls Chloe off her, “You didn’t answer your phone,”

“Flat,”

“Bags?”

“Stolen,”

“Lila?”

“Probably,”

“Well lucky for you housekeeping dropped this by earlier,” Chloe hands her a box, inside filled with essential items, tooth brush, hair brush, even a pair of pyjamas, along with a note

‘Courtesy of the Waynes, for Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng’

“Must be a generic package,” She had shrugged off the bellhops earlier saying her bags were lost.

“Well since you don’t have to unpack, help me with this,” Chloe leads her over to their kitchen that might actually be bigger than her houses.

On the counter beauty products are lined up along with random ingredients.

“We’re making face masks!”

“Correction, Chloe is making face masks,” Kagami scolds, “I argued that sleep would be more effective,”

“And yet you didn’t go to sleep,” Chloe teases, mashing up avocado.

“Well not without you,” Kagami smirks, making Chloe blush, but it’s not like her to back down.

“Awe, you’d wait for me~” Chloe relishes in the blush dusting Kagami's cheeks.

Marinette dry heaves, wondering how long they were going to keep pretending to flirt like this, each too stubborn to back down. They have been doing this more and more recently, great that they were more comfortable around each other but…

“How about we go to bed,” Marinette disturbs their challenging stares.

“Not without Kagami,”

“I already used that one,”

“I never said we’d use the bed for sleeping~”

“Hey!” Her exclamation doesn't get them to drop their staring contest, “Do either of you know what room Adrien is in?”

“End of the hall,” They both answer, not looking at her.

“Great,” Marinette hastily grabs her bag and the box, she could get ready in Adrien's room, away from the weirdness.

She practically runs down the hall, ignoring her Kwami’s snickering.

“Mari!” Adrien throws the door open for her, “Did everything go ok, you didn’t answer your phone, you look upset,”

“Sorted everything out with security no problems, Phones dead, Bag stolen,” She plops down on the couch next to Nino, “Chlo and Kags are driving me crazy,”

“How long have you been back?” She looks down at her watch.

“Three minutes,”

“Are they doing that thing again?” Adrien, Kwami bless him hands her a mug of coffee.

“Yep,” She takes a sip from the mug, she retracts that blessing “Betrayal! This isn’t coffee!”

“It’s hot chocolate,” Adrien is in the kitchen fixing another mug, “You need to go to bed, and coffee will keep you up,”

No she needed to go on patrol, and a coffee is vital to her surviving it.

“What’s up with Chloe and Kagami?” Nino takes off his headphones.

“They started teasing each other by jokingly flirting but their both too stubborn to back down," Marinette sighs, downing half the mug of hot chocolate so she can get herself a damn coffee, "So they get uncomfortable then we get uncomfortable and its overall very uncomfortable,”

“I think it’s kind of funny,” Adrien sits down next to her, mug in hand.

“It would be if they both weren’t horrible at flirting,” She steals the mug away from him taking a sip.

That is not coffee, that is sugar disguised as a liquid

“That’s the funny part,” Adrien smiles as she hands back the mug,

“Touche Agreste, Touche,”

“If you wanted you could sleep in my room,” Nino offers, oh so innocently.

“Thank’s Nino, but I would rather Alya not kill me,”

“Nah dude, I was going to stay with Alya anyway Madame Bustier wont mind,” Yeah their teacher really should learn not to trust teenagers, "So you can have my room,”

“Nino you are a godsent,”

Nino cleans up his few thrown about items and bids them adieu. Marinette was glad they could still talk, maybe they were even still friends. When you have the devil in one ear and her loyal sidekick in the other it is actually kind of impressive they still have a friendly relationship.

“So how’s your day been?” Marinette gathers up the strength to start a conversation after making her own coffee, and her mouth was only very burnt from chugging a hot drink.

“Good, Chloe took us to a supermarket, I brought a bunch of american snacks!”

Indeed he had, Marinette watches in mild horror as he plops bags full of junk food in front of her.

“I didn’t realise we were feeding an army,” Adrien starts rooting through the bags, “If a super villain comes after you because you brought all their favourite snacks in Gotham I’m not protecting you,”

“I’d just share with them,” Adrien hums, chomping down on a chocolate bar.

“... Yeah that could work,” Dear Kwami I have to protect this sunshine child,  “Maybe,”

“Oi, don’t eat too much, I don't want to have to re tailor your outfit for the runway,” She teases, regretting it immediately as Adrien's shoulders sag.

“Sorry,”

“Adri I’m kidding,”  She places a hand on his shoulder smiling gently, “I already made the measurements a bit bigger so you’re good.

“Have I ever told you you’re the best?”

“Not enough you haven't,” Marinette huffs in mock offence, “Now eat,”

She shoves the chocolate bag in his face, getting it all over his cheek. They both start laughing as Adrien tries to get his revenge. They end up falling off the couch, Marinette on top of him. Adrien is blushing a bright red, Marinette just grins and shoves the chocolate in his face before getting up.

She could almost laugh at how her younger self would react to that. It wasn't as if she didn’t like Adrien, well maybe not in that way anymore, she honestly hadn't put that much thought into it lately. Things just got busy she supposed, Akumas got harder, then she became the guardian, she started her fashion career. Actually her fashion career might be at fault.

Gabriel had started lending Adrien to model for her more and more. The man stepping further and further back from the fashion world, or the world in general, over the years for whatever the reason. At first she had been a blushing mess around Adrien, not directing him properly and making her work suffer for it. Overtime she had learnt how to handle it, getting less flustered every time they worked together. Now that she thought about it, when she had revealed her identity as MDC Adrien didn’t seem surprised; maybe her work attitude had bled into her regular life well before then.

Marinette is washing the chocolate off when a knock sounds at the door. Neither feel like walking to it so shout out ‘come in’. That turned out to be a mistake as Lila bursts into the room. How were they supposed to know Lila would actually knock?!

“Marinette you slut!” Lila all but screeches.

“Lila, you don’t have an audience and neither of us believe you,” Marinette comes out of the bathroom, already bored of the conversation she really needed to go, Lila and Marinette both.

“Well just wait, tomorrow the whole class is going to know what you did,” Lila gets up in her face, so close she can smell her perfume.

No not Lila's perfume her perfume.

“Right, sorry to say but there’s worse rumours than sleeping with a supermodel,” Marinette tries to edge her way around Lila, good excuse as any to dip out for patrol.

“Not if I say you forced him,” Lila looks way to self satisfied for what she is implying

I think the fuck not

“Nah,” Adrien shrugs, getting Lila’s ire turned on him, a noble sacrifice indeed.

“Nah?” Lila looks livid, “What do you mean Nah !”

“I’d just say I wanted to,” Adrien stays calm with Lila's face inches from him, Marinette gives him the thumbs up as she edges closer to the door, Adrien nods back.

She loved this version of the high road

“After all Marinette's super pretty and talented,” Adrien gushes, Marinette grins at the face Lila must be making, “Honestly your lie is so unbelievable, why would she ever go for someone like me?”

Marinette closes the door on Lila’s cursing response, saying a quick word of praise for Adrien's bravery and sacrifice.

At least he gets to see Lila’s reaction when she realises I’m gone

Marinette uses a back door of the hotel to get to the street, not wanting the staff to stop her and warn about the dangers. She skips along looking for a good place to change. The city was actually kind of beautiful at night, she feels drawn to it in a strange way.

“Marinette!” Tikki looks out from her scarf, “You forgot the Miracle box,”

“Shoot!” She looks back to the hotel, a few blocks away from it by now, “It’ll be fine Tikki I leave it at home all the time,”

“You’re not at home right now,” Tikki looks worried, those are her friends after all, “It’s a guardians duty-”

Marinette tries not to groan, she really does.

“I know Tikki, I know,” She looks over the buildings surrounding her, feeling a deep itch to see Gotham from the rooftops “But can’t I just be myself for once, not the guardian?”

“You are the guardian,” Tikki insists, before sighing, “Which means you can make your own decisions regarding the miracle box,”

“Thank you Tikki,” She hugs the little Kwami, “I promise to be back super quick, I just have to stop one bad guy, an eye witness account of Starling so I don’t just appear randomly, I won’t even need to go on patrol again after this,”

“Alright Marinette, I trust you,” Tikki nuzzles her cheek, easing Marinette's conscience.

With that she ducks out of sight to get changed. Her costume is pretty simple really. All she had to do was pull her infinity scarf up, discrete holes allowing her to see. She turns her skirt inside out to a black side, with white, purple, and blue detailing to stick to her Starling namesake. The skirt pulls over her shoulders, a zip down the middle allowing her more movement, and a zip to form a secret hood.

Ready to go she climbs up to the roof, super strength and speed making roof hopping easier. She supposed if someone looked too hard they would be able to piece together pieces of her costume but her ‘cape’ hides the detailing of her shirt. Besides if she has her way she won’t have to use this identity ever again, but she rarely has her way.

About ten minutes into her search through Gotham she spots a broken window. Not notable except that the lights are on. She lowers herself onto the fire escape and sure enough someone is being held at gunpoint.

“Excuse me,” Both people jump, spinning to look at Starling casual sitting on the broken glass on the window sill, “You seem to have a very rude house guest on your hands,”

“Who the hell are you!?” The burglar turns their gun on her.

“Just a stray passing through,” She gives a bright smile, and a very Chat like bow, “Starling at your service… milady,”

If I’m going Chat I might as go full Chat Noir, hope he doesn't file a lawsuit against me

“Ummm,” The woman looks very confused, but not as confused as the burglar.

“Would you like me to remove him from your home?”

“Ah… yes?”

With another smile Starling makes her move. In the split second it takes the burglar to register her offer she's standing in front of him. The gun moves a second too late as she ceases his arm, her strength being as good as handcuffs. She hits a pressure point her Aunt taught her to make him drop the gun, kicking it away. Pinning the man's arm behind his back she spins him around, zip tying his hands.

“What the fuck!!”

“That’s no kind of language,” Starling reprimands, pushing him towards the window, “Now apologise,”

“What?! No way fuck you!” Starling grins, hooking a bungee cord to his shirt.

“Alright then, bye!” She pushes him out the window.

His screaming doesn't stop even when she watches as he bounces back up, dangling out the window. She grins.

Ladybug would never get away with that

Tying the other end of the cord to a post, she double checks to make sure everything is secure before turning back to the victim.

“So sorry about the rude intrusion milady,” She bows again, in jest, “Have you contacted the police?”

“Yeah… what are you?”

“A Starling bird,” Starling spins, showing off her cape, the patterning placed to resemble wings, “I though the name would be a dead give away,”

“Yeah, but what are you? A Bat? Vigilante?”

“Vigilante yes, Bat not so much,” Starling can see as she looks more cautious after that, “Just happened to be passing through Gotham when I saw you in need of assistance,”

“Right... ok then...” She sits down, letting herself slump over the couch, “Ugh, this has been a terrible day,”

“How so?” Starling eyes up the kitchen, “Besides from mister bungee jump out there,”

“I was almost out of work this afternoon when a new rumour about the Wayne's blew up,” Starling nods along, turning the oven on and picking out ingredients.

“I work in the PR department at Wayne tower, do you have any idea how hard that is?!” Starling shakes her head finding a bowl but no measuring cups, she could just estimate.

“They have new bruises everyday,” Starling does look up to that, very concerned, “Don’t worry it’s not abuse or anything, they really are just dumbasses,”

Starling snickers a little bit at that, pouring in ingredients like second nature.

“I once asked mister Drake why he had a giant bruise on his forehead, he told me he passed out at his desk and just slammed into it!” Starling does laugh at that one, “Like?! How am I supposed to tell people that without sullying the Wayne name?”

“I think its funny,” She did clearly not agree, Starling changes the subject as she starts mixing “What was the problem today?”

“Nothin much really someone took pictures of mister Drake talking and giving a ride to some girl with black hair and blue eyes, and now everyone thinks she’s a Wayne,”

“That’s all it takes?” She starts placing the cookie dough on the baking tray, “Maybe I should apply?”

“Nah, you’d sooner be Batman's kid than Bruce Wayne's,” She cracks the first smile Starling has seen so far, “He’s got the same amount of kids, if not more,”

“Maybe they should share custody?” Starling puts the cookies in the oven, “Double the number each,”

“Yeah, how about no?” She smiles more, which is good, “I can’t imagine having to explain away the bruises the Bat kids get,”

Starling smiles, the sound of sirens now drawing close.

“I guess that's my cue to leave Milady,” Starling jumps up onto the window sill, the burglar still shouting below, “Take the cookies out in fifteen minutes,”

“Hey,” Starling looks back, “Thank you,”

“No problem,” Starling sends a dazzling smile, “Good night, Milady,”

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Amira Wayne

And Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020 is finally here! Wooo! Here’s the story I have written for this event! I will be making a masterlist once all the chapter are done or when the story comes to an end! Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Meeting for the first time

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Despite it only being five in the afternoon, Bruce was exhausted, feeling a headache blossom the minute he stepped into the manor. 

It hasn’t been a year since he had returned to Gotham and he already wanted to go back to traveling around the world. The only reason he was even in Gotham again was due to finding out that someone was trying to sell WE from right under Bruce. The stupidity.

Just when he thought he could get a break, he found an unexpected guest in his study. 

Bruce didn’t know what to expect when he saw Talia in his study, holding what he assumed to be a duffel bag. 

The last time he saw her was roughly a year or two ago...after he found out she is part of the League of Assassins. 

Why was she here? And with a duffel bag, no less.

Usually, duffel bags caused him to be wary, but this time around, it set off various alarms to go off in his head.

Why was it laid gently on her lap?

Why was it small?

Why did it have netting and straps around it?

Why was it fidgeting?

“What are you doing here Talia?” Bruce finally decided to acknowledge the woman.

“Beloved, it’s nice to see you too.” Talia said softly, setting down the duffel bag gently on his chair, Bruce now realising that she wasn’t in her usual attire but instead in a nice sundress and cardigan.

“What do you want?” Bruce growled, Talia walking up to him, placing a finger on his lips, hushing him. He quickly pulled it away from him, noticing the soft smile on her face.

“You’ll wake the baby.” Talia softly addressed, looking over at the bag she had left on his chair.

“Ba-”

“She’s my daughter...or rather, our daughter.” Talia watched as Bruce looked at her with wide eyes, looking at the bag and then at Talia. “She’s a product of our passionate night in Paris, remember that night? At the suite you reserved for the two of us, about a year ago?”

“How can I forget that?” Bruce asked tenderly, making his way to the duffel bag that started to fidget some more. 

He peered inside the bag, which turned out to be a customized baby carrier. He was met with the most stunning green eyes he had ever seen, reaching towards the baby before he stopped himself from caressing her face. “Are you-”

“I assure you she is yours. But if you still have doubts, feel free to run some tests.” Talia spoke, Bruce feeling her rest her head against his arm. “Since she is ours, I want you to have her.”

“Have?” Bruce repeated, tasting the anger underlying his words. A child wasn’t-

“Father wants her dead.” Talia bluntly stated, Bruce feeling her nails dig into his arm. Oh. So that’s why she was here. “A bastard out of wedlock, a product made from broken traditions...and a girl at that.” Bruce watched as she frowned. “He said he would have forgiven our little elopement had Amira been born-”

“Amira?” Bruce said breathlessly, noticing how gently the name rolled off. Finally giving into his curiosity, he reached out to touch the little girl’s face, only for her hand to reach for his own first. Her stubby little fingers wrapped around his fingers, grasping it tightly.

It was only then that Bruce truly understood how small she was, how defenseless she was against the world and how heartless Ra’s was...even to his own blood.

“That’s the name I chose for her.” Talia said softly, walking up to Amira and taking her out gently from the carrier.

The girl remained still until she was placed in her father’s arms. 

Amira squirmed against Bruce’s hold until she stopped a few seconds later. Now snuggled closely against Bruce’s embrace, Amira looked at her father before closing her eyes. “She already loves you.”

“Talia.” Bruce looked at Amira and then at his beloved. “I’m not-”

“I- no. We have no other choice, no other option Bruce.” Talia placed her hand over Bruce’s arm, patting down Amira’s tuft of midnight hair. “Either she lives under your watch or,” Talia shut her eyes, her lips curving downwards a bit. “Or I would be forced to put her six feet under.”

Bruce didn’t say another word, knowing that was to be a promise if Bruce says no. Luckily, that wasn’t the case.

“I promise to take care of her.” Bruce said, pulling Talia into an embrace, planting a kiss on her temple. “Amira will be safe from Ra’s Al Ghul as long as she remains here, under my watch.”

“That I hope.” Talia responded, letting herself cry as she caressed Amira’s face one last time. “Take care, my princess. Know that every second that we are apart, I will always be thinking of you.”

With a final kiss placed on the little girl’s forehead, Talia left the manor, never to be seen again.

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Bring Me To The Precipice of Victory

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Summary: When Batman departs— just for a short time, just to patch things up in Gotham— things go horribly, horribly wrong in Paris.

He doesn’t know if he can come back from realizing that Marinette and Ladybug are one and the same (and that his daughter has died more times than he can count.) (all biodad bruce are posted in chronological order but can be read as stand alones)

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The moment of peace, of solidarity, that Batman shares with Ladybug up on that rooftop at night means the world.

After a minute or two, Ladybug pulls back, tear tracks down the sides of her face, eye and nose red. She takes another minute of silence,hugging herself in the muggy Parisian air. When she next opens her eyes, Batman can almost imagine that Ladybug never cried at all. 

But he knows that's not true. Ladybug seemed so fragile in his arms. He can imagine— he can imagine Dick in her place, broken over Jason’s death. Tim losing his parents. All of his children facing insurmountable odds with no team by their side. Alone. 

Ladybug is not alone, but functionally, she may as well be. He’s watched the fights. He’s analyzed them. Ladybug is always, always the leader. She strategizes with Ryuko and Viperion, but Ladybug is who everybody looks to for an answer when things don’t work out the way they want them to. She’s the one with the plan, the backup plan, the out. She’s the one who swoops in to save the day.

She’s also the one who has racked up the most hours on the battlefield. Even Chat Noir, her partner, only has three quarters of the hours that she’s put in. For most of the other members of her team, she puts in double, sometimes even triple of what they do. Over the course of six years, there have been a little under two thousand battles, lasting from under an hour to over five hours. Ladybug has shown up for every single one, without fail. That’s not even counting the patrols that they do; although Ladybug is given a lot of flack for not patrolling as often as Chat Noir, there’s a fundamental difference in how they patrol. Ladybug is methodical, Chat Noir is volatile. 

He’s not a bad superhero when it comes down to battle, but the two of them are fundamentally different. Ladybug sees her time as a superhero as a duty. Chat Noir seems to view it as a time to unwind— and while that’s worrying, considering the information he’s gathered on the Miraculous Team so far points to the majority of them beings teens or young adults— it’s not what is needed to deal with the Paris situation. 

Perhaps one of the easiest ways to see these differences is during patrol. Chat Noir uses patrol time almost seems to be an outlet for stress. He entices whoever he’s on patrol with to race to random places in Paris with no rhyme or reason. Whenever he comes across crime, he stops it, but Ladybug— Ladybug searches for crime.

Ladybug has a team and she trusts them with her life, but she cannot trust them to be responsible. That is perhaps the worst possible thing that can happen. And through the videos that he’s watched, it’s clear that the hours she puts in do affect her, and fairly heavily. 

Whoever she is, she’s young. Too young to be in battle untrained, because they are untrained— despite being in the field for years, all of their basic form lacks and tells anybody with an experienced eye that they’ve never had formal training in martial arts. 

When Batman and Ladybug leave the roof, they leave on a better note than where they started. Batman is still upset that Tom and Sabine are dead, but he cannot attribute it solely to Ladybug’s negligence. He admires the young heroine for rising to the occasion when there was nobody else to help. He has no doubt that with the resources and training that he can provide him and his operatives already on the case, Hawkmoth will be revealed in no time at all. 

He’s right, but in the worst possible way. 

It’s largely a mistake on hiss part-- he gets a notification that the Joker broke out of Arkham again, and Hawkmoth and Pavona are missing for the time being. Though Ladybug has made a mistake in not taking Pavona out immediately, she and her team have won every akuma and sentimonster battle. The logical course of action is to go where the most danger is. 

Bruce does not have any predictive powers. There is no way for him to know what’s going to happen. But when he and his team finally catch the Joker and put him away again-- a feat that takes just a little under twenty four hours, extreme concentration, and a good number of injuries-- Batman finally gets a chance to breathe. The adrenaline from facing off against the Joker’s latest scheme fades. Batman reclines in a chair as Alfred binds his  wounds and passes him pain relieving pills while he gets stitches in his abdomen. 

He checks the news in Paris. 

He almost drops the device that he’s using to view the news. 

Marinette’s existence has been hidden from his family. With Dick, he was more concerned about his existence as Robin, rather than informing him that he had a sister. As soon as he started contemplating bringing up Marinette, Batman and Robin had a bad break. Then Jason came along, troubled and angry. Bruce didn’t want to introduce Marinette into the mix then because he was volatile. 

Jason died due to Batman’s incompetence. Bruce grieved the loss of his ward; Batman was never allowed to mourn the loss of his second Robin.

Tim felt unworthy as the only child Bruce didn’t pick up off the streets, and Damian-- well, Damian was Damian. First he had a superiority complex the size of the Grand Canyon, and once he got accustomed to how they handled things in the Wayne Manor-- though Tim would argue that Damian is still not used to this kind of lifestyle-- he overcompensated every single mission and needed a remedial course on How to Interact With Other Humans 101. Add the overarching concern of Marinette being exposed to his vigilante life style and being unprepared for it, and he was never able to tell his children that he had another biological kid. A daughter.

When the news that Sabine and Tom died reached his ears, he told everybody he had business in Paris without elaborating what. With Wayne Enterprises opening a Paris branch of their R&D specialising in European artifacts, it was easy to draw connections that weren’t there.

“Bruce, you need to relax. Business in Paris can be dealt with later, you need to take the time to heal,” Tim says.

A clip in his shoulder from a bullet, knife wounds on his torso and legs, a sprained wrist. Whatever chemical experiment the Joker got his hands out still pumping through his veins. “I need to go-- it’s important--”

The pain relievers Alfred gave him earlier were also a sedative. 

Tim catches him before he passes out.

#

He wakes up three hours late through sheer force of will.

“Paris!” Bruce jolts upright, still in costume, lying prone on a medical cot in the Batcave.

The first thing that catches his eyes is the red and black flying across the screens.

Ladybug.

His kids are all watching the screens with abject horror. 

“Is this,” Tim wets his lips. “The business trip that you were on?”

Bruce drags himself out of bed, adrenaline washing out any residual pain. He doesn’t have the capacity to respond, he needs to get to the zeta tube, he needs to get to Paris, Ladybug is bleeding, the city is in shambles, and Marinette-- 

One of the news sites up on the screen declares the arrondissements that are obliterated. The one that houses Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie is amongst their number. An approximate death toll fills the static.

-- Marinette is likely among those lost. He has lost another child due to his inaction. Due to his inability to push through, to look forwards and predict the future and the consequences of his actions. Marinette is another Jason, but if Ladybug doesn’t get it together, she’ll be gone permanently. And Ladybug is little more than a child. She can’t handle it, not by herself, not with her team. She needs an experienced hero, and Batman will be there for her, be the one leading the charge against Hawkmoth as the civilians hide in their homes and pray for her Miracle Cure to reverse the damage.

Dick places a hand on his shoulder. Bruce tries to shrug it off, but his fingers dig into the place where the bullet clipped his flesh. The pain is just a reminder that if he does not get to Paris now, there will be thousands-- no, millions-- more who feel this pain. How did Marinette die? Was it an akuma? Did the rubble of one of the destroyed buildings fall on her? Did Ladybug even try to protect her?

“I need to go,” Bruce growls.

“You can’t. While you were out, the majority of the Justice League prohibited all travel via zeta tubes. Nobody can get into Paris right now.”

Bruce knocks Dick’s hand off his shoulder and turns to his eldest. At the very least, Dick and the rest of his children look solemn. Damian’s gaze is fixed to one of the screens that shows Ladybug. “A city is in danger, millions of lives are at risk, Marinette--”

His daughter is dead. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud.

Standing by idly is the last thing he’ll let himself do.“Who put out the order? I’ll get them to reverse it.”

Dick moves so he’s between the zeta tube and Bruce. “B, you don’t understand. If you go to Paris right now, you’ll get akumatized.” 

“I can handle my emotions.”

Jason points at the upper right section of screens that’s replaying past footage. “I wouldn’t bet Paris’ survival on it. Not when more level headed superheroes got on the scene first and failed. They really don’t need any heavy hitters getting akumatized. Not when Superman put three members of their team out of commission.”

Superman arrived on the scene first; it took a matter of seconds for him to get akumatized. He was responsible for razing down three arrondissements in no time flat. Ladybug had to call for a Lucky Charm in order to get her hands on some kryptonite, which forced her to recoup after her time ran out. 

Black Canary arrived next. Then Red Tornado. 

Both were akumatized in mere minutes. 

“After Red Tornado got akumatized, Wonder Woman led the charge to put the rest of the zeta tubes on lockdown,” Duke says, grim. “All we can do now is hope that these Parisian superheroes can pull off a win.”

Bruce stumbles over to get a better view. He remembers Ladybug, small and slight in his arms. A child, crying over the loss of her pseudo parents. 

A warrior, bloody and bruised and broken.

She is one of the last ones standing.

King Monkey and an ox themed hero both died at Superman’s hands. The former got in the way of his laser beams, the latter a victim of super strength and getting thrown through two buildings and having their necks snap at an unsightly angle. Chat Noir was also sent hurtling through the air, and the only reason he was still alive was because Ladybug alighted from the sky and grabbed him before he got sent through a building in his unconscious state. Black Canary came shortly after, apparently informed of the Superman situation and carrying kryptonite. 

She didn’t last for long either. Almost immediately after helping Ladybug and Ryuko bind Superman in such a way that he couldn’t escape, 

Pegasus got hit by Black Canary’s sound waves and Chat Noir’s residual injuries from his fight with Superman forced him into a state of unconsciousness. Queen Bee and Carapace were able to pull off a win against Black Canary, but not without serious injuries. Ryuko faced off against Red Tornado alone, which normally would have been a thing of awe, but in the grander scheme of things, was a huge issue, as without her, the Miraculous Team functionally lost all of their heavy hitters. Rena Rouge and several Miraculous users that clearly had never been in battle before were the ones left to hold their own against the scores of akumatized Parisians.

The only ones left to hunt down Hawkmoth and Pavona were Ladybug and Viperion, and the former was already on her third use of Lucky Charm.

Ladybug pulls out her communicator, dodging an attack.

“Can we get sound on this?” Jason grips the closest table.

Dick shakes his head. “Zatara says there’s already enough interference just trying to get these images. And for some reason, Dr. Fate refuses to get involved with any of this.”

Bruce’s phone rings. He doesn’t pick it up on the first ring, too focused on the ongoing battles. He does take his phone out of his pocket to silence it the next time, but when he presses the sound off, an image comes through.

“Bruce.” Ladybug’s image comes through crystal clear, and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ladybug, blood dripping from her mouth, costume torn open, hair burnt, wild eyed. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but the image goes blurry as she moves to avoid several attacks pointed towards her. 

“Before I go, I--”

“Watch out, LB!” Bruce lifts his eyes to the screen that displays Ladybug and Viperion in battle. The spotted heroine gets pushed out of the way of a laser, but the snake themed hero takes the hit.

The ambient noise coming from his phone is strong; he can hear blades clashing in the background as Chat Noir, already on his last legs attempts to hold off Darkblade. Screaming from civilians, a strangled sob from Ladybug. “Viperion.”

Ladybug comes back into view. Blue eyes filled with rage.

“If this doesn’t end in our favor, you need to make sure that Hawkmoth and Pavona do not acquire both the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous. Do whatever it takes to prevent that from happening.” She blinks, retreats into herself, and Bruce wonders if he’s seeing the girl behind the mask. 

“And If I don’t get to see you again--” If I’m dead, the words go unspoken, “I really did want the chance -- I-- you’re a good man. A good father. Your daughter-- she loves you. She really, really does. Stay safe.”

The transmission cuts off. On the screen in front of him, Ladybug closes her communicator, closes Viperion’s open eyes, and strides to the epicenter of the akumas. Blue fire flashes in her irises, and for a moment, she’s staring directly at the screen. And Bruce knows those eyes. He knows them. 

The next second, all of the computers simultaneously die.

Bruce is numb. No-- no.

He is nothing.

#

All his children-- no, not all his children, Marinette is missing, Marinette is Ladybug, and she’s out on a field that he can’t see grappling with magic forces strong enough to incapacitate Justice League members like their powers and abilities are inconsequential-- stare at him.

“That was… Ladybug?” Tim’s brow furrows. It’s clear that he’s thinking up a hundred different reasons why Ladybug and Batman are connected, why he’s the last person she calls before going into a battle that could very well cost her her life.

“My daughter.” The words are ash on his lips. An existence he’s never acknowledged. Not out loud. Saying it brings a sense of finality to the room. An impending death. “My daughter.”

Nobody asks how long he’s known or when he met her or why he’s never brought it up before. Everything is fuzzy. Floating. 

For a while, there’s silence. 

“Zatara says there’s too much interference to get the picture back up,” Dick opens his messages, frowning. 

Damian still stares at the screen Ladybug looked at directly, frozen.

Bruce picks himself up and moves. He may not be able to use the zeta tubes, but he has a private jet and a license, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do something.

#

It takes two hours too long to get to Paris. He shaved five hours off the flight length due to superior technology, and another hour and a half off due to sheer force of will. 

The landing is not a pretty thing, but Paris is already in shambles, and there’s no way that the ATC will approve his landing, so Bruce picks out the flattest looking spot of rubble before his jet meets the ground.

According to Tim and Duke, who stayed behind in case this turned out to be an attack spanning multiple cities, the battle ended mere minutes before they landed. Dick manages to get Zatara to broadcast the image in the cockpit of the jet, and on the screen lay three prone bodies. Gabriel Agreste, whose body type fits that of Hawkmoth, Lila, and a third that Bruce does not recognize. 

A bone sticks out of Marinette’s arm, the connected hand crushed and hanging limp. The opposing ankle is twisted almost fully backwards. She is covered in blood and ash and filth. There is no victory in her eyes. Only weariness.

In her good hand, she holds her yoyo. 

She raises her eyes skywards-- the roof of the Agreste mansion is blown clean off-- blinks slowly, and throws the yoyo into the air. 

“Miraculous Cure,” her lips read.

The corpses in Paris rise from the dead. Rubble reforms into buildings. The ashy haze that covered the city disappears.

Ladybug looks like she wants to disappear, too.

She collapses, instead.

Nobody is there to catch her when she drops to the floor. 

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Bio!Dad Bruce Day 14-Gala (Part 1)

ummm hi? i just wanted to give yall a huge heads up that this IS part one of two, and part two will be added when i have time to go back and finish. both my computer and my phone are acting up, and my tablet has a faulty keyboard. that said, im going to work to get things back on track. 

Two days after Christmas, the manor was buzzing with activity. The Kents had arrived the day before, and now everyone was prepping for the annual Winter Gala. Marinette was standing in her room, hands on her hips, glaring at her father as he tried to convince her that no, Marinette, the gala is not that big of a deal. down the hall, Tim and Damien helped Alfred sort through the myriad of suits and other formal wear that the siblings would be wearing the next night. Jason had left on ‘business’, while Dick was watching over the people brought into finish decorating for the occasion. Once the boys’ clothing had been sorted, Alfred moved on to check on Cass who had been studiously avoiding all activity related to the Gala.

In the Crewe Group Chat

Kim: Mari, when do you get back in town??

Chlo: M, there’s damage control to do, do you want me to wait for you?

Max: Marinette, you may want to check your Instagram. I know that you avoid social media in Gotham but…

Chlo: MARINETTE CHENG-WAYNE

Chlo: Pick up your phone

Chlo: MARI

Alix: Chloe, chill.

Alix: there’s only so much we can do if she’s busy today.

Kim: we need to take care of this somehow though.

Alix: do we have ANY OTHER WAY to contact m?

Adrien: why do I feel like I’m missing something very important?

Max: have you checked the news lately?

Adrien: I only really check AkumaWatch, why?

Max: check international news

Adrien: is… is this what I think it is? (Attached is a screenshot of international gossip. At the top of the page is a picture of two teens in hoodies moving away from an airport. They are dragging suitcases and have their heads down to avoid attention. The boy’s hood is thrown back, and his well-known blue eyes are glaring at the photographer. Above it is the title has Timothy Drake-Wayne finally found love? The second screenshot is from farther down the article where there is a picture of Cassandra Cain-Wayne, Damien Wayne and Marinette hurrying along a sidewalk completely bundled up. The caption reads could this be Tim Drake-Wayne’s mystery girl? Who is she?)

Chlo: YES

Chlo: and its gala day so she’s going to be busy af anyways.

Adrien: What do you mean its Gala day? There’s only one Gala today?

Chlo: Duh. Mari is going.

Chlo: Keep up, Adrikins.

Alix: oh god

Alix: does anyone know how her dress turned out? She had been freaking out about it last I heard, and we all know how much M puts by first impressions.

Adrien: Ok, I’m still really confused? There’s only one Gala today? The Wayne Winter Charity Gala, which is really exclusive and a huge to-do? What Gala is Marinette going to???

Nino: dude

Nino: please

Nino: don’t be oblivious.

Mari: what did I miss?

Chlo: DID YOU SEE THE NEWS?????

Mari: um…yes? Jason has been having a ball with all the press. Why?

Chlo: I thought you were trying to be low key?

Mari: tonight

Chlo: IM SORRY??? WHY AM I ONLY HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW????

Alix: well, it’s a good thing you have so many influential friends who keep ending up at the same Galas as you, Mari

Adrien: ok, I’m still confused

Chlo: your going to the Winter Gala, right?

Adrien: yeah? We go every year. The only entertaining part is the fact that the Wayne kids always fight. Otherwise it’s all snobby rich people.

Chlo: I’m taking offence to that, since Alix and I have also been going for years.

Alix: seconded

Mari: to be fair, you both tend to hide away and prank people

Adrien: wait. That was you two?

Adrien: And Marinette, how do you know that?

Mari: omg

Mari: I give up sdjkgb

Class Group Chat

Lila: guys! My friend reached out to me…

Alya: wait! Which friend? Is it…?

Lila: yes! Its Maralynn! She’s sooooo excited about her family Gala tonight!

Alix: Maralynn?

Lila: ok, you didn’t hear it from me, but that mystery girl? Seen at the airport with THE Tim Wayne? That’s her! They’re actually twins!

Chloe: oh! That means that Alix, Adrien and I will see her tonight! Its so cool that she trusts you not to reveal who she is…. (:

Marinette: lol isn’t Twitter convinced that she’s dating Tim? AWKWARD

Lila: Maralynn told me that it wasn’t worth it to go after the rumors. I’m trying to respect her decision.

Rose: that’s so sweet, Lila! I didn’t know that you knew the Waynes!

Lila: I don’t know ALL of them, just Maralynn! We were at boarding school together in Italy for a few years.

Marinette: OH WOW

Nino: Chloe, Alix, your going to have to tell us what you think of her?

Lila: oh yes! And if you see my boyfriend, send my love!

Chloe:…BOYFRIEND???

Lila: oh? You didn’t know? Tim and I have had a thing for a while

Marinette: oh really? Chloe, you’ll have to pass on that she’s thinking of him tonight!

Lila: I mean… not if you don’t want to! I wouldn’t want to be a bother on GALA night!

Chloe: if I see him, it won’t be a bother at all Lila!

Marinette shook her head and set her phone down as the class chat continued to blow up. As much as she loved Chloe, she knew that the girl was instigating Lila for fun. When everything blew up, Marinette wanted to be able to stand back and watch the fire burn, but not be close enough to get burned. When she turned in her room, the garment bag in the corner caught her eye. Inside, Marinette knew, was a long black dress. When she had run the design past Alfred, the English man had given her an approving nod. Later, she had heard him mentioning to her father that at least one of his myriad of children would be able to dress themselves. The comment had made the teen giggle and she had made sure to put every effort she could into the gown. More than anything, she wanted to make her family proud. A knock on the door drew her attention and she turned to find Cass standing there, her own gown held in its own garment bag.

“get ready? Together?” the noirette lit up at her older sister’s suggestion and she nodded excitedly. The other girl moved into the room and hung the bag in her arms over the wardrobe next to Marinette’s. after she had deposited her shoes, the older teen turned to her sister and smiled.

By the time that Tim came to check on them, both girls had finished their Makeup and were working on hair. The makeup artist that Bruce had hired was packing up her stuff and the hair stylist was partway through Cass’s hair. Marinette turned towards her brother with a smile from where she was standing in front of the hidden dresses. “lend me a hand?” He smirked at the frustration on her face.

“Gladly, Little Bit. Which one is yours?” when the girl nodded to the larger of the two bags, Tim frowned. “how big exactly is your dress?”

“Big enough for me to need help getting it on. Its not that it’s exactly heavy either! Its just…poofy?” he laughed at Marinette’s rush to explain and helped her pull the bag off of the dress. When the dress was no longer hidden, his breath caught. The black dress was stunning. He could see where it moved from black to grey to blue at the bottom, and the long full sleeves followed the same style. Hanging on the hanger behind the dress was a black hoop, and a pair of low heels (as tall as Bruce would allow, actually. He had to remind her ten times that although this was a high society event, she was still 14, and didn’t need to be dressing like she was 20.) sat under the layers of the dress. Where he had been expecting glitter and sparkles, Tim was surprised to find that the satin was free of almost anything that glittered.

“wow” Marinette laughed at his reaction and reached for the hoop.

“I know, right? It took forever, but its totally worth it! And, it’s the designers first attempt at this kind of formal. I think she did a great job.” Tim paused at that.

“LB, hey,” his sister tensed at the abbreviation for her nickname before she turned to him. “who exactly designed your dress?”

“Oh, just a small up and coming designer. You wouldn’t have heard of her.” Cass sniggered from her spot by the vanity and Marinette shot their sister a smile. “ok! Let me get the slip on, and then after the hoop is on top, ill need your help with making sure the skirt fits right.”

Marinette would not be over exaggerating if she said that the red carpet was incredibly chaotic. The only thing she could think of that was more chaotic was perhaps the last time Jagged had held a concert in Paris. After she had made it through the gaggle of reporters and the public (was that Mr. Kent, SUPERMAN, she saw standing in the crowd calling out questions? Dam that man was everywhere.) the teen dropped her purse, that held an extra set of shoes, in her seat. The rest of the family wouldn’t be in for a bit. Her father, Dick, and Damien would all be in the receiving line Alfred would be behind the scenes all night, and Tim was already striking up discussions with business partners. Cass was on the other side of the room, looking stunning in her deep blue dress. When her sister had approached her, through her website, about the dress the teen had squealed at the idea of designing the close-fitting dress for her only sister. A Blonde caught her eye and pulled the noirette out of her thoughts. The familiar girl who was making her way over had abandoned her trademarked blues and yellows in favor of a deep red that matched the garnets littering her jewelry. A few steps behind her was another teen close to Marinette’s age with a pink pixie cut slicked down. The other teen was wearing a suit that had perfect tailoring…actually, that was Marinette’s suit. The girl laughed as Chloe and Alix joined her, the shortest of the three standing in the middle to draw attention to her suit.

As the girls caught up, they scanned the ballroom. On the other side, Tim was starting to look frazzled, while Marinette thought she saw Jason slip in past one of the servers. opposite them, Damien and Dick were starting to mingle while Bruce moved to greet the Kents. As she swept her gaze over the room, Marinette blinked. There, looking straight at her was-

“oh no, its Adrien. Chloe I love you and all, but if that boy causes a scene tonight…” Chloe waved away Alix’s worries.

“I already told him to be on his best behavior. I am personally more interested in when Felix will get here. For all his big talk about transferring to a private school in Paris, I won’t believe it until the brat comes to see me.” The group stifled their laughter at Chloe’s put out response.

“as long as he doesn’t come over asking about everything going on, we should be good.” Marinette nodded at Alix’s statement on Adrien.  

Look for Part 2 soon! if yall have any thoughts, i’d LOVE to hear them, since i have the basic plot down and im fleshing it out now...

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FOR THOSE WHO ENJOY MARIBAT/ml×DC) HERES A EDUCATIONAL POST ABOUT PARIS/FRENCH AND EUROPEAN DC HEROES AND STUFF TO HELP YOU AVOID SOME BLUNDERS SO MANY OTHERS HAVE MADE!

Honestly I get annoyed when maribat/mlxDC fans who apparent only exposure to dc is the maribat AU think there was no villains or heroes in Paris before hawkmoth, ladybug and chat noir..... and thus also think that the Akuma attacks wouldn't be noticed by the worldwide superhero community....yeah no buddy that would never fly in any world where the dc heroes existed. The only way they would never have intervened was if princess Diana who is the daughter of a previous ladybug miraculous user sent out a notice to all justice league affiliated teams/ any other superhero organizations detailing and warning about what was happening and also warning all none European heroes to stay away because seriously imagined a akumazied flash or superman and for them to keep a tight reign on their emotions if for any reasons they had to go to Paris.

Let me educate yall as one lifelong dc comics fangirl fan to all you miraculous fans who might not fully know or fully understand the things that would change if you include miraculous ladybug into the dcverse.

For one like I mentioned there are European hero teams like the JLE of which wonder woman/princess diana was part of at one point as well as the global guardians who headquarters are in Paris. Soooo the members of said team would so help ladybug and chat noir out!

Note not all the members are pictured here.

this will give you a list of all known justice league Europe members. Some of whom do live in paris( i will talk about those members in a bit)...and no thats the first kid flash wally west not barry allen.....and the blond in white with a red cape is a ALT!Kara zor-L(not el but L in her native universe.....she stranded long story multiverse hijinks)

Not all members are pictured obviously the link provides more info.....seriously i highkey suggest yall check out any links I provide because if I include every little detail this post would get way to long!

This woman is Catherine cobert!

She's French. She is also the Justice League's public affairs officer in the young justice cartoon universe. In the comics she was originally the United Nations liaison with Justice League Europe, and she helped manage the team and protect them from legal trouble wherever she could. At one point in her life, she was also a highly renowned fashion model.

Now I bet you wanna know who the dc French superheroes are!

This is the crimson fox. To be precise she is the third crimson fox no name was ever given but she claims to be a relative of the two original crimson foxes who were twins who served on both the JLE and the global guardians . The twin sisters Constance and Vivian D'Aramis operated as Crimson Fox. With their similar attire and pheromone powers, they were hard to tell apart and the general populace of  France was largely unaware that the Crimson Fox was in fact two separate people. 

Their both dead but you can just easily ignore that and say one or both went into semi retirement.

This guy right here is Nightrunner actual name is Bilal Asselah a sunni Muslim.

He lives in Paris. He is affiliated with batman incorporated.

Bilal is a 22 year old student from the Paris commune of Clichy-Sous-Bois, a neighborhood rife with conflict due to racial tensions. Bilal refused to take sides in the conflict, until one day he and his best friend Aarif were caught in the crossfire. Later that day, Aarif, obsessed with taking the law into his own hands, set fire to a police station, dying in the process. To honor the memory of his friend, Bilal began his training in Parkour and became the vigilante known as Nightrunner to prevent chaos and civil war in his city.

Nightrunner involvement in Batman Inc.

Bilal soon discovered there was a group in his city inciting civil disorder. While chasing them, Bilal encountered Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, both in the guise of Batman. Working together, they soon defeated the cult. Returning to the city, Batman recruited Bilal as Batman in Paris. Before departing Paris, Batman provided Bilal with living quarters as well as a training center for honing his martial arts. Dick Grayson remained in Paris to train Bilal. After completing his training, Nightrunner debuted as a member of Batman Incorporated. However, his new appearance led people to believe he was working with the police, and they began to avoid him. In light of this, Bilal asked Batman whether he had chosen the right man for the job. Batman reaffirmed his choice, stating that as a symbol he is becoming something greater, and it takes time for the people to learn that. Later, while on patrol, Bilal saw two boys fighting over a piece of cloth. After a moment, he realized they were arguing over who got to wear their homemade mask, imitating their hero Nightrunner. With a renewed sense of confidence, Bilal fully accepted his new role as the protector of Paris.

More information can be found at the link provided.

There's also a enemy turned ally of Damians whose of French descent named Maya ducard aka nobody II

She is the daughter of Morgan ducard the first nobody.

He is the son a world renowned assassin and a spy who was originally sent to kill said assassin yeah they fell in love and had morgan who killed his mom after her old bosses found her and stuff. His father is

HENRI DUCARD

I linked both his bios from both new earth and prime earth continuities!.....

NO IN THE COMICS HENRI DUCARD AND RAS AL GHUL ARE NOT THE SAME(to those who seen certain bat movies)

Now henri was one of Bruce Waynes teachers when he went on his initial training trip preparing to be batman. Morgan and Bruce together trained underneath him for a time. Bruce was his greatest student he worked for interpol before retiring.

Now for a certain villain that yall would totally be interested in.

THE MAN WHO LAUGHS AKA THE FRENCH JOKER!

History

Norman's mother died at his birth. His father, a mad artist, took the baby and made him into an "artwork" by cutting his lips away and making him "smile" forever. As an adult, Norman took revenge on his father by cutting him into pieces and putting them in glass boxes, all while keeping him alive and letting him watch a video. Meanwhile, Batman, Robin and Nightrunner were trying to find Rotrig. To force the three heroes look for him, he freed four of Paris' craziest villains from prison, taking a gas bomb in front of his head that makes him look like "The son of the man".

Now I've reached my ten picture limit. In closing I highkey suggest you do your research and don't be afraid to ask for help from your fellow maribat fans as well as regular DC fans(I promise not all of us bite)

JUST PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU DON'T CLOG UP THE DC TAGS(Others have asked that to but its still happening so please stick to the usual maribat tags such as ship names and stuff 😊 )

HAPPY BIO!DAD BRUCE WAYNE MONTH 2020! Go give @biodad-bruce-month a visit if you wanna join in on the fun!

And remember you guys can always message/inbox me if your having issues figuring out some stuff like which continuities had which hero uniforms....seriously though the dc superhero uniforms tend to change with every new continuity(live action tv show, all the different cartoons, comics, movies both live action and animated etc) so it gets highkey confusing i know BUT THATS NO EXCUSE TO HAVE THIS ROBIN UNIFORM

BE MENTIONED IF YOU ARE WRITING A ML/YOUNG JUSTICE CROSSOVER OR A ML/CARTOON!TEEN TITANS OR LIVE ACTION TITANS CROSSOVER. THE ROBIN UNIFORMS ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT IN SAID SHOWS COMPARED TO THE COMICS......ALSO THE NEW 52 DID AWAY WITH THAT UNIFORM! I'll make a post aimed at yall in regards to said uniforms soon I promise!

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Warmth

I’ll make like a big masterlist for this when the month is over I think

Day 2: Father-daughter bonding

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Marinette was at a loss. Things had been so easy with her maman and papa. They had game nights on Fridays, baked together in their free time, and were most importantly a family. Marinette doubted she could call what Bruce had a family at times.

At first, she thought that it was just the sibling experience and that it was something she would just have to get used to, but by now, she could even see how Bruce was... cold, at times. Distant and critical in the way that he talked to his family, in a way that almost reminded her of Kagami's mother at times.

Still though, if there was one thing Marinette did not do, it was giving up.

Marinette, with only slight hesitance, sat on the couch in the lunge like room, on the opposite end of where Bruce had sat.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, though Marinette was pretty sure that it was because Bruce simply hadn't noticed her, his attention locked on the book in his hands. Marinette clutched her sketchbook tighter in her hands, opening it slowly as she relaxed her hold ever so slightly.

Part of her thought it was dumb that she was this nervous. He was supposed o be her dad, wasn't he? Yet still, Marinette could feel the distance from him, and she wondered whether it was her own doing or his. She didn't even know what to call him when she

Slowly, though, she started to sketch, glancing up at him every once in a while. She truly wanted to give it a try, some form of father-daughter bonding, but to be quite honest, she had no idea how to go about it.

Normally, she would have a plan before doing something like this, but truth be told, she could not read the man at all, and it made it just the more harder for her to try and figure out how to talk to him. Marinette felt so ill-prepared to talk to someone who she was supposed to be related to.

Honestly, she was better at talking to her grandpere Roland than she was at talking to Bruce, and that was really saying something.

The thought of her grandpere sent a pang of sadness through her, as she thought of everyone she had to leave behind in Paris. Marinette knew that this was probably the best result that could have happened to her, all things considered, but she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of resentment at everything she had to lose.

She looked at Bruce again, noticed how his shoulders had tensed, how his eyes, though on the page of his book, clearly weren't focused. It seemed he finally noticed her.

It made Marinette stop her sketching for a moment, as her eyes finally met his in a moment of tense silence, the both of them sizing the other up in their minds, trying to read what it was the other wanted out of the potential interaction that was looming over their heads. At least, that was what Marinette felt was happening, as she still hadn't quite gotten a read on Bruce yet.

"Was there something you wanted, Marinette?" Bruce asked, and even if she had a hard time reading him (something which was new for Marinette, when it came to people, really) even she could hear the edge in his voice as if there was something he would rather be doing than spending time with his supposed daughter. It made an uncomfortable feeling churn in her stomach.

"I just- uh, wanted to spend some time with you? I won't bother you or anything I just- uh-"

"Maybe some other time," Bruce cut her off, giving her a look that made Marinette feel like she couldn't quite question his verdict on the matter. "I've been busy the last few weeks, I just want some time for myself."

Marinette looked at him, wide-eyed, before nodding her head quickly, swallowing down the lump in her throat.

"Right, of course," Marinette got up from her seat, her eyes now finding interest in the walls rather than Bruce. "I'll just- go, then."

Dinner that night was awkward, as Marinette tried to make conversation with her family, both Bruce, and siblings, only to find that none of them were really all that happy to speak during dinner.

Perhaps giving up once wouldn't be the end of the world.

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Marinette hadn’t gone down for dinner that day, and instead, had asked Alfred if he could bring her food to her room instead, something which he agreed to. She didn’t eat though, instead choosing to mindlessly push her food around her plate, using her fork as she stared out her window.

Gotham was no Paris, and this manor certainly was no bakery.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock to her door, and quietly, she called out. “Come in!”

It was Bruce, with a worried furrow in his brows. Worry didn’t suit him.

He walked in quietly, sitting on her bed, as Marinette turned around on her desk chair to look at him.

“Is there something you need?” She asked softly.

“I was just wondering why you didn’t join us for dinner tonight,” Bruce said. Marinette noted how his tone was softer than usual.

“Yeah, I just… needed some time, sir,” Marinette explained, somewhat awkward. She still didn’t know what she should call Bruce. Dad? No. And Bruce seemed too informal. So sir it was.

Bruce looked at her for a moment, silent as always. Marinette could feel her throat closing.

“Marinette is something- is something the matter?”

Marinette remained quiet for a moment. She really wasn’t good at these types of conversations.

“No, everything is fine, I just- need to get used to this is all,” Marinette said finally, gesturing around her room. “I’m not used to everything being so… cold. The manor, the people, it’s all just very-- cold,” She shrugged. “I miss playing UMS 3 with my papa, I miss martial arts classes with maman, I miss-- I miss having a family.”

Bruce looked at her, wide-eyed, and unsure of what to say.

“Marinette… You know that I, that we are--”

“Please, sir,” she interrupted, looking at him with the eyes of someone too old to be fifteen. “We both know this isn’t a family.”

An awkward silence settled over them, Bruce trying to understand what she was saying, and Marinette simply not elaborating.

“What, exactly, do you mean by that, Marinette?” Bruce asked.

Marinette sighed as she got up from her chair, sitting herself down softly beside Bruce, fiddling with her fingers.

He didn’t know what to do. He raised his kids with tough love and a moral pillar, neither of those being something Marinette needed. It was true, she was different from the rest, but he didn’t know what to do with that information yet.

“I just need to get used to this, because this will be my new normal from now on,” Marinette said, drying her tears and refusing to meet his gaze. “I just need to find my place here, and I haven’t done that yet. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, either way, I know I won’t experience the same warmth I had at home here,” more tears rolled down her cheek, and Bruce could hear her struggling to keep her voice even. “and I just need to accept that.”

Perhaps Bruce should have spent more time, doing some father-daughter bonding.

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