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mochegato · 3 years

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Sit Back and Enjoy the Show

Red Hood sat on the roof, carefully moving his jokerized fries away from Robin. Ninja skills, his ass. Robin wasn’t as slick sneaking them as he thought he was. Tonight had been the single most boring patrol night he had ever had, before or after death. There wasn’t even any good melodramas going on in people’s windows, not that Robin would condone voyeurism, as he called it.

He never thought he could long for patrolling with Red Robin, but here they were and at least Tim appreciated a good salty melodrama. Hell, even when there were melodramas, they weren’t that interesting anymore. The same Gotham stories repeated over and over in different shades of depressing. He was itching for something new. Something different than the tedious everyday rogues and pickpockets.

“Dammit!” Robin suddenly yelled, breaking the night’s dreary tranquility. “Is Red Hood the only figure they have?” He turned to glare at Red Hood. He pointed the toy at Red Hood. “Did you do something to the production facility? Sabotage all the other figures?”

Red Hood laughed at him. “Nope. They must just be in high demand. I’ll take it, if you don’t want it,” he shrugged and reached halfheartedly for the toy.

“No! Back off,” Robin growled, slapping his hands away. “I have plans for this.”

“Awww, you going to play heroes with my action figure, Hell Spawn?” Red Hood grinned smugly.

“That will not hap…” Robin’s sentence trailed off when a flash of light caught their attention to a giant portal that opened a few blocks down from them, bringing with it a child. Strike that. A gigantic child.

Red Hood blinked at the sight a few times. Well, he had asked for different. He tapped his com to turn it on. “Uhhhh… Oracle? We got a situation here.”

“What happened? Robin get another Red Hood figure?”

“That is not the issue at hand,” Robin hissed.

“You remember that old movie we watched whenever that bad movie night was, the 40 Foot Woman, or whatever?” Jason answered, his voice still hollow.

“Are you telling me you have a forty foot woman there?” Oracle deadpanned.

“No, we have her kid. Ooh,” Jason winced in sympathy as the child sent a car flying through a building. “And he’s pissed. I think we’re going to need backup.”

As if the universe was responding to his request, another bright light flashed indicating another portal opened up above them. A figure in black jumped through, landing in a crouch on the building across the street. Jason stared at the hero blankly for a few seconds. “A sexy, badass backup,” he added, looking at the portal hopefully. After all, if the universe was handing out requests…

As if on cue, another figure swung through the portal. She landed on the roof a few feet from them, eyes trained on the child. Jason’s breath hitched at the sight of her. The universe had certainly delivered. Her suit was as tight as Nightwing’s, but a lot thinner fabric, and he could see her muscles rippling under it as she moved. Her brilliant, blue eyes were set with a resolute glint. He would pay good money to let her cast them on him while showing him just how powerful her muscles were.

She startled at the sound and jumped into a defensive position. She examined them for a few seconds, but her attention was drawn back to the giant child almost immediately when he threw another car into the harbor. She started swinging her weapon that looked like a yoyo, but Jason was pretty sure couldn’t have been. “Sorry, boys,” she said in French. “This one’s mine. You can just sit back and enjoy the show today.” She winked at them and swung off with a determined set to her lips.

She swung toward the giant child who seemed to sense her approach. He turned to face her with a frown. “You’re going to tell me I can’t go too,” he yelled at her in French. He swatted at a police officer that had started shooting at him. The police officer flew through the air and crashed onto the roof of a car. More officers appeared and started shooting as well, but were quickly stopped when a light flashed and a portal opened up under them.

“August! You cannot just teleport people!” she chastised loudly. “They can get hurt.”

“I am not August, Ladybug. I am Gigantitan,” he bellowed in response.

“Okay, you’ve seen the sights now, August. Don’t you want to go home and tell Mommy about it now?” the black clad hero attempted.

“No. I haven’t seen anything yet. I want to see new animals. I want to see new toy stores. I want to see new superheroes.” He shook his Wonder Woman action figure at them to demonstrate other heroes before knocking it into a building.

“Well, that’s just hurtful,” the black hero pouted. “What? We not impressive enough for you anymore, August?”

While he was talking the red hero, Ladybug the giant child had called her, snuck around to his blind side. She had just jumped toward him when a police siren sounded, attracting the giant’s attention to exactly where she was. He batted her away with a defensive flick of his wrist and shoved the figurine into his inner jacket pocket. She flew through the air, her trajectory taking her toward the local heroes. Red Hood jumped up to catch her, but was just a beat too slow. She instead flew into the wall behind them, leaving a deep dent in the bricks.

Ladybug fell to the ground with a thud and a groan. Red Hood jogged over to her to help her up. “You still sure you got this on your own?” Damian asked condescendingly, in perfect French. “Maybe it’s time to let someone with more experience handle this.”

Ladybug accepted Red Hood’s hand and stood up with a snort. “You think you have more experience than me with gigantic children? Really? Don’t worry, Little Guy, it’s all part of the show.” She gave him a confident smirk before looking back toward the giant with a calculating gaze. After a few seconds she nodded as if deciding on something. “And for my next trick, Lucky Charm,” she called out, throwing her yoyo up into the air.

Red Hood looked back and forth between her and Robin when a pink light flashed momentarily before a batburger happy meal box dropped in her hands, trying to figure out what the actual fuck just happened. Robin’s box didn’t appear in her hands, it was still next to him. This was a duplicate of it. What the hell was that supposed to do? As if reading his mind, she grumbled, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

She scanned the area, eyes darting from thing to thing as if searching for something. Her eyes settled on the figurine in Robin’s hand and her entire posture changed. Her eyes lit up and darted around faster. She looked at his guns for a few seconds until she nodded.

“I need a bullet.” She turned to Red Hood with a resolute look.

“Okay…” He eyed her suspiciously, but dropped one in her waiting hand. “Won’t do you much good without a gun.”

She grinned cheekily up at him. “Oh, I’m pretty creative. I’ll figure it out.” She started running toward the edge of the building and grabbed Robin’s Red Hood toy. “Mind if I borrow this?” she asked without breaking her stride or waiting for an answer. Her yoyo was flung and she had jumped off the roof before Robin even processed the question.

“Yes,” he yelled after her.

“I’ll bring it back, I promise,” she called back.

She landed a few buildings over just in her partner’s line of vision, but hidden from the giant child and started pulling the toy apart. Damian growled as he watched her. Red Hood would have thought her partner missed her except within a few seconds he disappeared from sight until he reappeared next to her, leaning close to discuss something. He looked up periodically to view something she indicated as she talked. After a few seconds, they nodded to each other and split up, the black one jumped away from the giant while Ladybug jumped in front of him to draw his attention.

“Hey, Gigantitan! Didn’t you want to come see some new toys and new superheroes? Look what I have.” She waved the action figure for him to see. “Do you want to play with this…” she looked at the action figure more closely, “um… red Destro?”

Jason let out an offended scoff at the description, but Damian laughed at him. He quieted quickly and watched Ladybug and the giant quietly before leaning slightly toward Jason. “What is a Destro?”

Jason let out an exasperated sigh and dropped his head. “I don’t know whether to blame your upbringing or age, but either way we’re going to have a G.I. Joe marathon tomorrow.” Robin nodded curtly and returned his focus to the fight.

Ladybug threw the action figure at the giant. He reached out to grab the figure, extending his arms up and exposing Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet toy tucked in his waistband. She wrapped the rubber band from the toy around her thumb and finger and positioned the bullet. She pulled back as far as she could without breaking the rubber band and let go. The bullet hit the jet, cracking the cockpit.

The Gotham heroes watched in a confused stupor as a blue feather floated out. “Time to de-evilize” Ladybug called out as she twirled her yoyo around and sent it out to capture the feather. After just a second she opened up her yoyo again and a white feather fluttered away. “Bye bye little feather,” she said lightly with a little wave.

The giant screeched at the action, his face contorted in anger and he swiped at Ladybug. She made a semblance of an attempt to escape, but was easily captured in his huge hand. Jason jumped up, ready to intercede, but stopped when Ladybug started talking to the child. “I bet Wonder Woman couldn’t have done that!”

The giant growled at her. “Wonder Woman is amazing! She could have done that and faster!”

Ladybug pouted and crossed her arms. “As if! Let’s see this amazing hero that could have done so much better than me!”

The giant pulled his Wonder Woman figurine out of his jacket’s inner pocket to show her. “Wonder Woman is super strong and super smart and she has super speed and she could probably stand up against Superman...”

Ladybug scoffed lightly. “She’d kick his ass,” she muttered so he couldn’t hear her.

Suddenly they heard someone call out “Cataclysm” and the black hero jumped at the giant touching the Wonder Woman figurine Gigantitan was holding out. Red Hood and Robin watched in confused awe as a purple and black butterfly fluttered out of the toy’s ashes.

Red Hood gaped as Gigantitan was consumed in a cocoon of black bubbles. When the bubbles dispersed, it left behind a young child and Ladybug, still in the same spot she had been when the giant was holding her. The two started falling immediately, but Ladybug made no move to catch the child. Instead, she twirled her yoyo around again and whipped it out to capture the butterfly as she called out “Time to de-evilize.”

“Oh shit!” Red Hood exclaimed loudly. He and Robin quickly moved to catch the child before he hit the ground, pulling his helmet on and his grappling hook out as he moved, but the Selina knockoff had already jumped back to catch the falling child. He and Ladybug landed gracefully next to each other at the same time. Ladybug opened her yoyo and watched with a small smile as a white butterfly fluttered out. “Bye bye little butterfly,” she and the child chorused at the same time.

Ladybug giggled and mussed up the child’s hair. “Hey August. Feeling better now?” Chat asked with a smile.

“Yeah, sorry Ladybug. Sorry Chat Noir.” He looked down and curled in on himself as he said it.

Ladybug quickly grabbed him from Chat to snuggle him. “It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. Hey, Chaton, can you get me the happy meal box that’s not a happy meal box from the roof of that building?” she asked gently, still rubbing August’s back.

“Will do,” Chat nodded before jumping to look for the box.

August suddenly perked up in her arms. “Look! It’s Red Destro!” he exclaimed excitedly pointing at Red Hood.

Robin snickered at him and Red Hood just let out a resigned sigh. “Red Hood actually and this is Robin.”

“Are you superheroes?” His eyes were bright and excited.

Red Hood gave him a kind smile that he realized the kid couldn’t see through his helmet so he nodded instead. “Yeah. We work with Batman.” He leaned in closer to him and lowered his voice as if sharing a secret. “But we’re a lot cooler.”

Robin scoffed at him, but Ladybug giggled, so he considered it a win.

“What did you do to that child?” Robin demanded. He gripped his katana tighter visibly so they would see the implicit threat.

“We rescued him,” the black cat one, Chat Noir if the child’s earlier comment could be believed, answered with a roll of his eyes as he landed next to Ladybug with the lucky charm in hand.

“From…” Robin prodded.

“From Paris’ villain,” Ladybug answered as she made funny faces at August.

“Paris doesn’t have a villain,” Red Hood answered cautiously.

Ladybug and Chat looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. “Yeah sure,” Ladybug scoffed. “And this is all just some fantasy. Click your heels together a few times and all the damage will repair itself.”

Chat looked Ladybug up and down and smirked at her, before switching to English. “No, that can’t be it. You're fully clothed and I'm pretty sure that one,” he pointed toward Red Hood, “wouldn’t have that in his fantasy.”

Red Hood spluttered and sent Chat a harsh glare that was completely ineffective under his helmet. Ladybug let out a squeak and buried her face behind August. “Chat! There are children present!”

Chat looked back and forth between August and Robin and nodded to Robin. “Oh, right. Valid. Sorry, Little Dude. Wasn't wrong though,” he shrugged unaffected.

Robin bristled at the comment. “I think she meant the infant.”

“The infant can’t speak English. I think she meant you, little man,” Chat laughed.

Robin growled and pulled his katana out, almost completely unsheathing it before Red Hood stopped his hand. “You still have not explained what happened to the child and what all that was with the feather and the butterfly and how he turned from a giant into a child.”

“Do you know Wonder Woman?” August interrupted the conversation. He was almost bouncing in Ladybug’s arms at the thought.

“I do,” Red Hood confirmed. “I might even be able to arrange a meeting. If Ladybug would be okay with that,” he teased and oh, he really wished he wasn’t wearing his helmet right now so she could see his expressions, but he wouldn’t take it off in front of the kid.

“Are you kidding me? I would love it. I dressed up as her for a costume party last month,” she gushed.

“Really authentic looking costume,” Chat nodded along with her. “Like Wonder Woman but hotter.”

“Chat…” she whined. He shrugged but kept his eyes on Red Hood giving him a mischievous grin.

Jason choked on air. “Do you… have pictures of that? Or, you know what, maybe we can visit and I can see it in person.”

Ladybug squeaked while Chat laughed. She took a deep breath to collect herself. When she turned back to him, she had a falsely confident smirk. “It was as my civilian self and I can’t even think of revealing my identity until Hawkmoth is caught so… guess you’ll just have to use your imagination.”

“Both,” Jason gasped out, breathing suddenly difficult for him. “Both is good.”

“And what do I get out of this deal?” She gave him a flirty smile.

Red Hood smirked at her and taking a step closer, only later realizing she couldn’t see the smirk. “Don’t like what you see, Pixie Pop?”

She looked him up and down. “Hard to tell. The jacket and helmet cover a lot.”

“I’m more than willing to take them off for you, and anything else you want.”

“Who is Hawkmoth?” Damian demanded in an attempt to bring them back to the topic at hand and stop whatever the hell this was going on between Red Hood and Ladybug.

“He’s our villain. He uses magic to detect when someone is having a strong negative emotion then turns them into different creations with different powers, such as a gigantic child,” Ladybug explained. She looked over to Jason. “We’ve been fighting him for about four years now. Can’t really move on until we take him down.”

“We’ll take care of him by the end of the month,” Jason promised breathlessly.

Ladybug laughed. “If you can identify him by the end of the month, I’d be impressed.”

“I want to go home,” August interrupted.

Ladybug hugged him closer and cooed at him. “That’s a good idea. I bet your Mommy is worried about you.” She turned to the two Gotham heroes. “It was nice to meet you both.” She took the box from Chat with a conspiratorial smile to August who giggled in response. “And for my final trick…” She threw the box up into the air and called out, “Miraculous Ladybug!”

Red Hood and Robin watched in awe as a rush of light that looked like red and pink ladybugs swirled around the area. Buildings were repaired, cars returned to their proper positions, police officers returned to the street, the action figure Ladybug had borrowed returned to its previous condition and dropped along with the bullet on the ground in front of them, and the child what appeared out of nowhere in their city disappeared.

The only new things that remained were Ladybug and Chat. They look at each other confused and looked around to confirm that the miraculous ladybug power had in fact worked and looked back to each other again. “We're still here,” Chat observed a little too casually to be authentic.

“We are,” Ladybug observed just as casually. “Huh.”

“Any ideas, m’lady?”

She looked down at the action figure and bullet on the ground with a frown. She reached down to pick them up absently and handed them back to the two Gotham heroes, still lost in thought. “Thanks,” she said lightly.

“No problem. But why didn’t you just shoot the thing?” Red Hood asked.

Ladybug gave him a horrified look. “I’m not going to risk shooting at a child.”

“He wasn’t exactly a child at the time,” Red Hood objected.

“You think this is a hint from Tikki?” Chat broke up the look between Ladybug and Red Hood. “Time to bring in backup?”

She shook her head and looked over at him. She stared at him hard for a few seconds before groaning. “I’m going to kill Tikki.” She opened her yo-yo and typed on the screen before putting it up to her ear like a phone. “Hey Rena, I need you to get the horse for us and make sure August is back with his mother, please?” She paused to listen. “That, it's a good question. You shouldn’t need it to find us, just tell him to open a portal to us when we’re ready, but it would be good to know.” She looked over to Red Hood. “Excuse me M. Destro. Where are we?”

Red Hood took his helmet off to glare at her, but realized with the domino mask, he still couldn’t get the point across. “Gotham,” he replied grumpily.

She smiled brilliantly at him. “Thank you.” She focused back on the phone conversation. “Gotham,” she repeated. Her head suddenly popped up to give him a questioning look. “Gotham? Really? I guess that makes sense. You mentioned Batman.”

“Hey,” Chat perked up. “We're in Gotham and I haven't been shot yet! Sweet.”

“Hey!” Red Hood and Robin both yelled at the same time.

“You literally just chastised her for not shooting a toddler. Your objection is overruled,” Chat answered waving his hand at him dismissively.

“He wasn’t exactly a child at the time,” Red Hood groused.

Ladybug held her hand over the yoyo’s microphone. “Yes he was. Still a child, just didn’t look like one.” She uncovered the microphone and continued to talk. “Yes, let me know when you’re ready. We should be done here in a few minutes.”

“We would like to get more information on the situation,” Robin interrupted. “Our questions will likely take more than a few minutes.”

Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him, but it was Chat that responded with a curt tone to match Robin’s. “We appreciate that. And apparently, the powers that be think we should speak with you as well, but we have civilian lives that have been interrupted already due to this and we need to get back before someone notices our disappearance.”

“What does that mean, ‘the powers that be’,” Jason asked.

Ladybug sighed. “It means the cosmic force that gives me my power has apparently decided we should talk to you. Otherwise, we would have been sent home along with August. She seems to think there’s something here that I need.”

“Are you admitting that you need me?” Jason grinned mischievously.

Ladybug pursed her lips to prevent them from quirking up in a smile. “To help,” Ladybug stressed. “Yes.”

Red Hood moved closer to her. “I can be very helpful. I can offer all kinds of help.”

Robin scoffed. “Tt. I’ve yet to see any evidence of that claim.” He turned to Chat, in the hope that he would at least be interested in planning their next meeting. “When would you be available to meet?”

“We can portal somewhere to meet you in 14 hours,” Chat answered.

Red Hood nodded in response but gave Ladybug a devilish smile, “And what would it take to have you show up in that Wonder Woman costume?”

A portal opened up next to Ladybug, effectively distracting everyone’s attention from her dark pink cheeks. Chat chuckled at Red Hood and gave him and Robin a two finger salute before stepping through it. She looked at Red Hood with a sultry smile. “You help us identify Hawkmoth, I’ll not only wear it, I’ll even create a costume for me based on your suit.” She winked at him and stepped through the portal with a little wave.

Red Hood stared at the spot where the portal had closed for a few minutes until Robin punched him on the shoulder. He shook his head and a goofy smile spread across his face. “Oh, we’re going to id that bastard this week.”

Continued in The Show Must Go On

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itsnothappening · 2 years

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coffee puns | jasonette

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summary: “i dare you to go to that man there,” alya pointed at an, admittedly, handsome man, “and ask him out on a date using puns.” alya finished her dare with a smug smirk.

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“I dare you to…”

Marinette eyed her best friend with a healthy amount of cautiousness. Alya could be extremely…daring when it came to giving dares.

The two of them were playing a game of Truth or Dare in a coffee shop – she knows, not the ideal place but they were bored.

“I dare you to go to that man there,” Alya pointed at an, admittedly, handsome man, “And ask him out on a date-”

Marinette waited for the other shoe to drop – there was literally no way Alya was going to let her get off so easy. Because, like, even if she wasn’t dared, Marinette would definitely ask him out.

“-using puns.” Alya finished her dare with a smug smirk.

Marinette groaned loudly and pointed an accusing finger at her. “I can’t believe you’re-”

She paused when she saw her dark-haired (with a shock of white) turn around – curious to see who made that noise.

“-actually going to make me do that.” Marinette continued in a significantly softer voice.

Alya grinned at her – wickedly, she might add. “That’s the point, Mari.” She sing-songed.

Her best friend made her hands into a shooing motion. “Now go. You gotta ask someone out, girl!”

Marinette huffed and dragged herself behind the man as he waited for the person in front of him.

Pausing, she made a mental list of all the coffee-themed puns she could use and took a deep breath.

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Jason turned around when he felt a light finger tap him on the shoulder.

He wasn’t exactly surprised to see the girl who groaned before behind him, grinning.

She said, “I seem to like you a latte.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up. He was expecting some kind of flirting, but definitely not this kind. Nevertheless, he played along, “Really? And who would you be?”

The female giggled. “Marinette,”

“Well, now, Marinette,” Jason bowed gallantly, “My name is Jason. And may I add you are brew-tiful?” He even added a wink on for a good measure.

Marinette’s eyes brightened as he set the unspoken challenge. “It seems like we’re the blend then, aren’t we?”

His response was interrupted when the bored barista at the counter said, “If you two are done flirting, could you please order? There are others behind you, you know.”

Jason turned around, giving a half-hearted apology and placed his order. He turned to ask Marinette what she wanted. “Do you want to order anything?”

Marinette nodded and gave him her order.

Once they got their steaming cups of coffee, she grinned. “Thanks a latte, Jason.”

Jason resisted the urge to one-up her and instead asked, “Would you like to go on a date with me? A real one, this time, not as a dare.”

Marinette grinned at him sheepishly. “When did you figure that out?”

“Wasn’t that difficult, seeing as your friend isn’t quite that quiet.” Jason stifled a laugh when her cheeks pinked a little.

“Actually, I would like that very much.” Marinette dug around for something in her purse. She scribbled something on the paper she pulled out and handed it to him. “Here’s my number. Call me up, yeah?”

Jason nodded and she grinned brightly at him. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around, hot stuff.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face when he heard that.

She couldn’t resist the last pun, could she?

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lazy-alex · 3 years

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PROMPT- "bee" | Day 13 | can be ROMANTIC

Jasonette july 2021

Today was supposed to be a normal day for Jason. A peaceful and relaxing day alone on his apartment. Just one day to chill and not do anything. Even his 'night job' wouldn't stop him.

But no, the goddam universe hates him.

He was just switching trough TV channels when his door opened suddenly. He expected it to be his older brother Dick, since he's been doing unexpected visits lately. He didn't want his overly-enthusiastic brother ruin his day. Dammit, he forgot to lock his door. Jason dropped the remote and groaned.

"How many fucking times have I told you to stop coming here-" Jason blinked at the person at the door. That person- or girl is definitely not his brother.

She has dark blue hair, pale skin, and bluebell eyes. She's also short, he estimated the same hight of his shoulders. She's wearing a red sweater and jeans. There's also a tiny pink purse that she carried. She looks like she isn't even aware on what she's doing.

The girl stared at him for a second, just staring at him blankly. Then she blinked and her whole face became red. "Oops, wrong door," her eyes went to the TV and she pointed at it. "So, uh... Ya like jazz?" she fell down into the floor, snoring.

"What the fuck?" Jason is so confused. The universe had just to ruin his break.

Jason noticed the large eyebags on her face. She probably haven't went to sleep for a few days to make it that deep. Maybe she's sleep deprived. Jason sighed. Oh gods, not another Tim.

She must be his new neighbor that arrived a few weeks ago. Marinette? He never got to see her it was since he's rarely at his apartment. She seems to also never leave her apartment according to the owner. The owner is also the reason he knew of her existence.

Jason carried her to her apartment- witch he can say is pretty good, except with all the scattered on the floor and a table. There are plenty of unfinished clothes on mannequins. Even if its unfinished, he can tell that they're good. A designer then.

When he stepped in, Jason crinkled his nose from the harsh smell of coffee all-over the place. Dammn, she is another Tim.

Jason set her quietly on the couch near the door so she can sleep peacefully. Jason found a pen and a paper on a nearby table and wrote her a not. He placed it on her hand for her to see when she wakes up.

When Jason returned to his apartment, last question got him thinking him. Who's Jazz?

Jason's question was answered when he turned to the TV. The random channel his remote landed on is playing "Bee Movie".

Huh.

I know, it's short, but better than no post at all. Also, am I supposed to tag - @moonlitceleste ? Since I used her idea as an inspiration? Sorry, I'm kinda new to this.

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me1ancho1y-b1iss · 3 years

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A little snippet of something i’ve been working on, I originally had it posted on ao3 but I deleted it. I’ll post it again when I complete more of the story and revise the plotline. Tell me what you think. Does this count as jasonette july?? the whole fic is already pretty angsty but should i make it fluffy?? i dont what to do...

It had now been over 6 months since Marinette and Jason have started living on the streets full time. Marinette was now five years old and was still learning how to count and read. She can now recognize small words and is able to count till 20.

The Todd siblings were once again walking down a dark street a little before dusk hoping to find a safe spot for the night.

“Jay-Jay?” Marinette suddenly asked.

“Yeah, Nettie?” Jason responded.

“I want food.” she said.

Jason sighed. She was too young to understand the complexity of the situation as well as how Gotham worked. While she was a smart kid, tough too, she also rarely left the house while their mother was still around, it was always Jason who went out and worked out how the streets of Gotham City worked.

“We’ll get some food later. Okay, Nettie” Jason promised

Marinette nodded. “Okay, only if you eat this time too.”

“I do eat pixie. I eat just enough.” Jason commented back. ‘Fuck, he thought, sure I don’t eat too often, but pixie’s too damn small, she could probably pass as two years old, three if she’s lucky. I-’

“Nuh-uh,” Marinette broke through his thoughts. “Every time I eat or try to share my food you never take it or don’t eat at all. You always say you’re going to protect me but, but how can you protect me if you don’t eat enough to get strong?”

‘Damn I can't refute her logic. I always tell her that eating will make her grow big and strong, but now she’s using my own goddamn reasoning against me.’ Jason thought again

So Jason only merely bent down, picked her and placed her on his left hip. They started walking again when Jason started to poke and tickle Marinette’s sides. When she started squealing and giggling, begging him for him to stop, it brought a smile to his face. ‘Hopefully she’ll forget about me not eating enough.’

#maribat #jasonette?#maybe?#kind of #jasonette july 2021 #it's already going to be adrienette don't ask #I love me some daminette but the age ranges I have figured out don't line up for daminette #mari is three years older than damian in this fic

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jasonette-july-event · 3 years

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Jasonette July is finally back!

Rules! (Guidelines?)

-Platonic and romantic relationships will be accepted

-Starts July 5th (or 3rd) and ends July 31st

-Tag @jasonette-july-event in works so that we can find and reblog them

-No ship bashing, racism, sexism, queerphobia, or fatphobia/fatshaming allowed and any works containing those will not be reblogged

-All types of works welcome! Including; fics, art, incorrect quotes, moodboards, playlists, or designs

-Official tag is #jasonettejuly2021 but we will also be browsing #jasonette july 2021

-Have fun! And please take care of yourself!

Prompt calendar and instructions/explanations will be posted this morning at 06:00 EST

(2021 event is hosted by @mochegato and @strawberry-lemonade )

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bunathebunny · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Jason Todd Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Accidental Baby Acquisition, more like accidental sibling acquisition actually, MariBat Series: Part 67 of 2021, Part 89 of maribat Summary:

The little flash of red at the corner of her eyes draws Marinette's attention.

For Jasonette July 2021 Day 5 - Fairytales

@jasonette-july-event

#maribat #jasonette #hi im 4 months late >.<#better late than never #Jasonette July 2021 #jasonettejuly2021

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miracle-sham · 3 years

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Crack Your Bones and Say Those Lies.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 3: And They Were Roommates} |

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| After getting roped into the Vigilante life by Chat Noir, her friend and partner in crime, Maladroit tries her best to help fight crime to make the city a better place, if only Red Hood and his gang would stop causing problems. |

| Or alternatively, Marinette and Jason are roommates with secrets. Both have huge crushes on each other but more importantly, both are trying to juggle moonlighting as their secret identities. However, when watching the nightly news together, everything changes. |

| Word Count: 5,014. |

| Warnings/Tags: No Miraculous/Different Powers Au, Roommates, minor gang mentions/Red Hood is a gang lord, gun violence, Vigilantism, Identity Shenanigans/Mistakes, Miscommunication, some emotional hurt, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, and Domestic fluff. Also Oblivious, Protective, & Mutually Pining Marinette and Jason. |

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| A/N: Hey! Sorry this is nearly a week late but where I live got hit with a nasty heatwave and I was barely able to write from sheer exhaustion from the heat. But on a happier note, I'm so glad I've finally been able to write and post a proper Vigilantes au (as in like Spidey style vigilantism with homemade gear and all!) Because that kinda Vigilante au especially combined with roommates is my favourite trope ever! Well maybe joint with Dragonrider AUs, but still! I've had multiple Vigilante Aus sitting in my notes and drafts so it's brilliant to finally release one into the wild! Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It's Friday night, and Maladroit and Chat Noir are midway through their usual patrol of their slice of territory in the city.

“Race you to the billboard!” Chat Noir calls out, snickering in an almost cat-like-chitter as he launches himself forwards. Swinging over Maladroit's head with his grapple, he lands on the next roof ahead, in a perfect three-point landing.

Maladroit giggles, “Oh, you're so on!” She grabs her grapple and shoots. Swinging after him and onto the same roof. She instead, dive forward rolls for her landing and uses the momentum to propel her into a run.

Losing his lead due to the momentum loss of the three-point landing, Chat Noir vaults over a roof vent.

Forced to swerve to the side, Maladroit barely dodges a massive puddle of rainwater on her side of the roof.

Neck and Neck, the two raced across the rooftop. Closer and closer to the billboard they raced.

Nearly there! She thinks, c'mon! Reaching an arm out to slap the billboard—

Bzzt!

“Eep!” She yelps, startled by the buzzing crackle of her earring-comms. Unintentionally, she accidentally veers to the side and crashes straight into Chat Noir's side.

They collide with a loud thud, and two of them crumple into a pile.

“Graceful as ever, Mal.” A voice teases over her earring-comms. “Joking aside, didn't mean to spook you, sorry!”

Maladroit groans, “thanks,” and gingerly extracts herself from the vigilante limb pile.

“Gamer!” Chat Noir cheers, having heard him through his own disguised comms. “Got any crimes for us to fight tonight?”

There's a chuckle over the line, “Lucky you should ask, Chat, I do happen to have found some villainous plans for you to thwart.”

Chat Noir cracks his knuckles and stretches. “Oh? What are they?”

“Two which are time-sensitive.” Gamer adds.

Maladroit stifles a squawk, “Two! That are time-sensitive?” Her voice goes up a pitch on the last word, making it sound like a question.

“Uh-huh.” He confirms. “Chat Noir, there's a break-in at a jewellery store two blocks over from you. I'm sending you the directions now to your phone.”

Chat Noir does a two-fingered salute to the nearest security camera. “Got it, G! Detective Noir is on the case!”

“And Maladroit, we've got reports of sightings of Red Hood outside his usual area. By the Warehouses on fourth. There are no security cams around there so I've got nothing but rumours to go on. See if you can check it out and find out what he's up to.” Gamer informs her, sounding slightly irritated at the fact he's got little information to give her.

Maladroit nods, grumbling slightly. “When isn't he up to something.”

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, Chat Noir grins like the Cheshire Cat. “C'mon, Mal! It'll be a quick sweep and nothing will turn up like the last twenty times we've gotten this kinda tip-off!”

“You owe me ice cream from André's when we're in civvies tomorrow!” She huffs. “I made us macarons last time!”

“I haven't forgotten!” Chat Noir protests. “Anyway, see you tomorrow if we don't catch each other for the end of the patrol?”

Maladroit nods. “Yep! See ya later Minou!”

The two split. Chat Noir dashing after the directions, and Maladroit swinging towards the warehouses on fourth.

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Breathe, Maladroit—reminds herself, perched on the rafters in one of the warehouses on fourth. Staring at the blood-red glowing mask of the red hooded villain, who happens to be oh so creatively named the 'Red Hood', leaning on the balcony railing on the opposite side of the warehouse to her rafter, and presumably glaring up at her.

“It's you again, Maladroit.” He growls, distorted by whatever voice modifier he's got wired into his mask.

She can't help but wince at the reminder of the word she had accidentally said the first time she had ever helped Chat Noir fight crime. Which irritatingly enough, stuck as her vigilante name. Especially since her second attempt at a name, Ladybug, didn't stick. She frowns beneath the black and red spotted bandana covering her mouth, and tightly grips her bladed yo-yo—with piano wire instead of string—of the same colour scheme.

“What are you planning, Red Hood?” She spits out, voice also modified by her bandana, a tad too grumpy and bitterly for the awkward-but-smiley "persona" she's supposed to act like (although it's not so much of a persona when that's just how she is almost all the time). But in her defence, she's had a rough day at uni, things have been awkward at home because of her crush on her roomie lately, and more importantly, Red Hood's lackeys have been a pain in the neck for the past week, so her reaction is more than warranted.

He has the audacity to laugh. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Pipsqueak?”

“Well,” Maladroit huffs, “I was hoping you were feeling considerate.”

Red Hood shifts his shoulders. “Aww, sorry Pipsqueak. I'm not feeling particularly considerate today.” In a split second, he slips both guns from his holsters, spins them, and shoots.

Maladroit squeaks, instinctively tugging on her power, and dives off the rafter to dodge the shot. “Rude!”

She's just able to shoot her grapple off and swing up to another metal beam.

“How the fuck do you keep dodging my shots?” He snarls, gesturing at her with his guns in short angry-looking motions.

In response, she throws her yo-yo at him, tugging on her power again. The yo-yo spins through the air, slashing through the Red Hood's jacket sleeve and slicing a deep groove into the gun, then rewinds on the wire back to her. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Bullet Boy!” She parrots back, cheekily.

“Hey!” Red Hood snaps, aiming another shot at her.

Tugging on her powers once more, Maladroit yelps as she swings to yet another metal rafter beam in order to avoid the shot. “Your aim sucks!”

“Fuck you!” He retorts, firing off four more shots aimed at her head.

There's a horrifying moment as she barely manages to tug on her powers in time. The bullets barely skimming past her hood, one even tearing the fabric slightly.

“Mal!” Comes Gamer's terrified voice over her earring-comms, “I need you to pull back immediately! Red Hood and his gang have been spotted nearby and Chat can't get to you in time to back you up if you do get into a fight!”

She raises a hand to her earrings and quietly laughs hysterically. “Little too late for that, G! I'm uh currently staring… face to gun to him”

“Oh, fuck!” Gamer responds, voice going up a pitch. “I'm contacting Chat now. Try and get out if you can but prioritise not getting yourself killed, please!”

Red Hood fires his guns again. “Eyes and ears on me, Pipsqueak.”

Squeaking yet again, Maladroit desperately tugs on her power once more and swings to another rafter. Her heart thunders in her chest as loudly as his gunfire. She spits out a frantic, “no promises!” to both of them.

“I've informed him, your backup is on the way.” Gamer tells her.

The main warehouse doors clatter open with a resounding slam! Followed by the stomping of multiple pairs of boots storming inside.

Maladroit waves at Red Hood, the quiet terrified hysterical laughter practically bubbling out of her mouth. “Haha, well I'm afraid that's my cue to Bug Out!”

“Oh, I don't think so, Pipsqueak.” Red Hood taunts, shooting six bullets at her, rapid-fire. “I ain't finished with our convo yet.”

Squeaking for the umpteenth time, and really just giving him even more reason to keep giving her that stupid pipsqueak nickname, she riskily shoots her grapple, aiming and swinging towards the warehouse's large balcony windows.

“Get the fuck back here!” He snarls, voice deepening with fury. Pausing to reload before firing off more shots at her with abandon.

Maladroit wriggles midair, tugging on her powers to try and dodge the shots. She curls into a dive forward roll as the grapple forces her to land onto the balcony. The same one that Red Hood has been stood on this entire time. Oh, help me! She thinks, eyes widening behind her makeshift red with black tinted lenses, goggles-slash-domino mask.

He aims his gun at her once more. “Move and you fucking die, pipsqueak.”

Putting her hands in the air, she swallows a gulp of air. Her body armour is padded beneath her red, and black spotted, hoodie but it isn't bulletproof. And she can feel the straining exhaustion of overusing her powers clawing at her.

They're at a standoff. Still as statues, the both of them. It's almost poetic how they parallel each other. He's got his gun aimed at her, whilst she's desperately clutching at her grappling hook gun in one of her raised hands. Both donned in red. Both committing crimes in the eyes of the law. Two sides of the same coin, one and the same.

Maladroit feels sick to her stomach, staring down the barrels of his guns. Ever so slowly, she tugs on her powers. The window a little bit behind her creaks quietly enough that Red Hood doesn't seem to notice beneath the clamour of his gang doing whatever it is they're doing below.

She counts her breath and tugs on her power. A minute passes with no movement, no words, nothing happening on the balcony. Out of the corner of her eye, she can just see that it's now open enough that she should be able to make it out unscathed. Or at least mostly unscathed.

Closing her eyes, not that he can see, her power snaps. Instinctively she doubles over and slaps a hand over her mouth. Barely in time as a stifled scream is yanked from her throat, leaving her panting for breath. Her knees crash onto the balcony flooring. A bullet whizzes past her neck.

“Shit. What the fuck was that?” Red Hood grumbles, sounding genuinely concerned. He storms across the balcony towards her.

Maladroit can't help but flinch, bodily throwing herself back as far away from him as she can. Mind racing in panic.

He stows one gun back into a holster then reaches a hand towards her. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.”

“Gotta go! Bug-bye!” She squeaks out, wrenching on her power with all her remaining strength, and bolting for the window.

“I think the fuck not! Fucking pretending to be hurt.” Red Hood barks, ripping the gun back out of its holster.

Narrowly dodging the spray of bullets shot at her, Maladroit dives through the window and fires off her grapple. Safely swinging far away from the warehouse.

———

Carefully Maladroit drops with the ease of far too many nights of practise, onto the fire escape outside her bedroom window. She crouches and lets the shadows of the night hide her form. Creeping closer, she checks the windowsill for any marks or signs of tampering but it all comes away untouched. Content with her quick security check, she fumbles for the disguised piece of string wedging the window ajar in a way that's barely visible unless you know where to look for it. Got it! She thinks to herself, grabbing ahold of it and prying it, and the window above it, up and open.

Slipping through the open window, she sits on the sill to rip her thankfully not-too-dirty studded steel-toed boots off. Picking them up in one hand, she wiggles the rest of the way into her room and immediately resets the security measures, yanking the curtain down for privacy.

Maladroit then shuffles over to her bed. Tikki—her gorgeous fluffy red and dark brown miniature dachshund—blinks sleepily up at her, from the dog bed next to it. The puppy yaps in greeting before snuffling and curling back up to sleep.

She coos at the cuteness before continuing on. With the other hand not carrying the boots, she pries the blanket covered duffel bag out from underneath. Wrestling to unzip it in one janky and awkward motion, grunting slightly at the exertion. The metal of the zip digs in but the discomfort is mostly mitigated by the padded gloves and wrist guards she's wearing. The easy to clean plastic bag designated for temporary storing of her boots is dragged out of the bag and said boots are tossed in without a second glance.

Huffing, she starts to take the rest of her cross between mostly homemade and refashioned sports kit vigilante gear off. First, tugging down the hood of her hoodie and unclipping the black scrum cap hidden under it. It's dumped unceremoniously into a secondary plastic bag in the open duffel bag. After that, Maladroit removes the black neck guard and pulls her makeshift goggles-slash-domino mask over her head. Those too, are dumped into the other plastic bag. Then she unties the bandana with the nose guard underneath, from around her mouth and nose. Unsurprisingly, they're also dumped in the bag.

Next, she undoes the velcros on her red and black padded gloves, black wrist guards, as well as black elbow, knee, and shin pads. Also dumped into the other bag. With the outer protective wear removed, Maladroit pulls her hoodie over her head. Continuing on, she peels the padded rugby body armour and shorts off, and then the thermal under-armour. All dumped into the third and final plastic bag. “I swear,” Maladroit mumbles to herself, “getting changed out my gear never gets easier. And to think back when I had my last P.E. lesson at school, I thought I'd never have to touch this kinda kit ever again. Rip me.”

Lastly, Marinette—no longer Maladroit seeing as she is no longer in her vigilante gear—throws on her running-to-the-bathroom spare bathrobe to cover herself. She hastily shoves the three plastic bags into the duffel bag and kicks it under her bed. Purposefully leaving it unzipped but quickly fixing the blanket covering the bag, so that she can more easily grab her kit to clean everything later, whilst keeping it sufficiently hidden.

With that mostly taken care of, she nabs the mouthguard case, some clean pyjamas, and dashes out of her room—clinging awkwardly to the bathrobe. She hops in the apartment's shared bathroom, the rest of the place is silent, meaning her roomie, Jason, must have gone out. Still, Marinette locks the door regardless. If there's one thing she's learnt in her foray into the nightly masked vigilantism, is that one can never be too careful.

“Shit! Nearly forgot to take this out.” She grumbles to herself, just as she was stepping into the shower. Prying the mouthguard out of her mouth as she shuffles over to the sink, she gives it a quick rinse under the tap. Followed by a thorough scrubbing with her toothbrush and glob of toothpaste. She pops it into the mouthguard case and leaves it on the side of the sink for now.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Marinette finally allows herself to indulge in a good half an hour-long hot shower to get the grime from a night of crime-fighting off of herself.

She's only just drying off her hair, having already changed into her pyjamas, when the blare of the TV echoes through the apartment. Tensing up, her anxiety runs wild. It's what they get for living in the cheaper but slightly dodgy apartments where the walls are thin and the doors are thinner. Grabbing the mouthguard case, she wraps it up in the bathrobe and peeks out the bathroom door and looks down the hall into the open plan kitchen lounge. Jason's back, he's sitting on the sofa watching the TV.

Shoulders untensing, she finished drying her hair and heads out into the hallway. In place of a greeting, she exclaims, “oh! Jason, you're back!”

Jason flinches slightly and looks over his shoulder back at her. “Yeah, a friend had an emergency so, y'know.”

Immediately, concern wrenches at Marinette's heart, “oh no, I'm sorry. Are they… okay?”

He waves a hand in a so-so gesture and clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. They're fine now.”

“That's good!” She says, nodding, as she makes her way fully into the lounge and the TV catches her attention. “Oh is it nearly the eleven o'clock news already? I need to watch this! Alya texted me earlier saying I have to, and she sounded really excited!” Glancing down at the bundle in her arms and flushes red. “Actually, I'll be back in a second!”

“I'll yell as soon as it actually starts.” Jason offers, smiling warmly at her.

Marinette just misses the smile, rushing back to her room, and throwing a quick, “thanks,” over her shoulder back at him.

Also missing his smile turn fond and the good-natured roll of his eyes at her antics.

Barely half a minute passes before she's bounding back into the lounge, with a sleepy Tikki at her heels. She plops herself down on the sofa next to him and hopes the blush on her face could simply be mistaken for the flush of running about like a mad thing instead. Tikki whines until Marionette picks her up and lets her on the sofa with them, padding over to the furthest corner to curl up in.

Jason points to the pink floral steaming mug on the coffee table, right next to his Pride Prejudice and Zombies themed mug. “Whilst you were in the shower, I made us both hot chocolates with marshmallows, my granddad Alfie's recipe.”

“Oh!” Marinette responds in pleasant surprise. She turns to him and positively beams, eyes shining with happiness. “Thank you so much, Jason! You're always so thoughtful!”

He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, well, I thought it's only fair since you normally make 'em. And I visited Alfie recently, and I promised to get you his recipe to try, so I thought it'd be a nice surprise for once!” He pauses and points at the big bowl also on the coffee table, “also I cooked us some popcorn.”

“Aw! Thank you again! I really appreciate this!” She scoops up the hot chocolate with slight reverence and takes a sip. Immediately her face lights up even more in joy. “Oh, this is delicious!”

Jason chuckles, “isn't it the best! I'll pass that onto Alfie though, he'll be glad to know you like it so much. Speaking of which, he's gonna give making them a try next time I'm up since I wasn't there long enough this time. Would you fancy coming with me to see him, then?”

Her eyes widen and her heart stutters in her chest, feeling close to bursting from happiness. “I'd love to! Do you have a date when you're thinking of going up?”

He nods. “Yeah, maybe around—”

But he's interrupted by the starting audio of the eleven o'clock news.

They both immediately shut up and watch the screen intently as the news anchors appear on the show. The starting discussion is somewhat boring, talking about the local billionaire Wayne-or-something business and a related upcoming charity event of some sort.

Marinette doesn't pay attention to it, but she does catch Jason wrinkling his nose and scowling at the conversation.

Luckily, the topic shifts quickly enough. “And now, over to our newest reporter, Alya. We hear there's been some rumblings regarding the conflict between local vigilante Chat Noir, his sidekick Maladroit, and the gang controlled by the infamous Red Hood himself.”

“That's stupid,” Jason grumbles, “Maladroit is a fully-fledged vigilante in her own right and not just the catboy's sidekick. That's like saying Nightwing is Batman's sidekick!”

Marinette frowns, very touched by his words and trying her damnedest to appear nonchalant. “I don't know… from all the-uh news clips, Maladroit seems like Chat Noir's sidekick to me. She's always hovering nervously near him like a strong wind would spook her.”

“C'mon! She's been reported to have held her own against Red Hood on multiple occasions, alone!” He argues, sounding rather offended on her alter egos behalf.

Scoffing, she shakes her head. “Clearly that's because he's going easy on her! He's never directly shot her, according to the reports clearly, he's soft on her!” The lies taste bitter on her tongue.

Jason splutters and flushes bright red, turning away from her slightly. “W-well that's obviously a testament to her skill and not Red Hood's mercy! He's always reported as being a merciless killer, why'd he be soft on her!”

“I don't know!” She makes a dying-choking noise as she flushes even more red than earlier. Shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth to avoid having to respond any further.

Luckily, the news shows pans over to Alya standing in front of a screen showing a recorded feed of a warehouse. Not just any warehouse, but specifically the one on fourth that Maladroit had faced Red Hood in less than an hour ago.

Marinette feels her pulse quicken at the reminder of the close shave she'd had.

“Hey wait a second, those warehouses don't have security cameras at all? How'd they get this footage?” Jason complains, eyes narrowed at the TV.

It feels as though ice has been poured down her spine at his words. She freezes, body stiffening in shock. He's right… G said there's none because that's why he asked me to check things out. The only people who'd know this are Chat, Gamer, myself, and Red Hood and his gang. She swallows thickly and tries to subtly side-eye Jason. Oh no. I've been crushing on my roommate who works for Red Hood's gang? Oh god! The friend with the emergency was referring to Red Hood calling him into work!

She can't help but inhale a shallow panicked breath. He could've been one of the lackeys shooting at me and Chat this past week. Or, or I could've hurt him with my yo-yo. Or—

Jason turns to fully face, clearly registering the blatant panic on her face. “Hey, hey, hey, Marinette, you're okay, you're safe. What's wrong?”

“Are you working for Red Hood?” Marinette blurts out, accidentally, the words pouring out in an unintentional panicked rush. “Are you in his gang?”

He jerks back, fear, confusion, and hurt crosses his face. “Wh-what? What makes you think that?”

“His gang was just in that warehouse, and you were out on an emergency for a "friend". And how would you have known unless you were there tonight and working for his gang?” She chews her lip forcefully and winces as the taste of iron floods her mouth.

He reaches towards her, eyes widening concern.

She flinches back, suddenly reminded of how similar this is to that moment with Red Hood on the warehouse balcony.

Jason jerks back as if her flinching burnt him. Raising his hands, he leans away from her to give her some semblance of space. “Fuck. Look, I'm not going to hurt you! Have I ever hurt you whilst we've been roomies?”

Nervously, she shakes her head.

“I really care about you, Marinette. Hell, we've lived together for nearly a year now. I would never hurt you, okay! I promise.” Tears prick in his eyes, and he grimaces slightly, lowering his hands to rest on his lap. “Yeah, I uh, I'm working for him. But I do everything I can to keep work from following me home. I didn't tell you because I never wanted to scare you.”

Guilt gnaws at her. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have judged. I—” She takes a shaky breath, “I really really care about you too. I'm just worried, what if Red Hood, or even Maladroit, or any of the other vigilantes hurt you? What if you get hurt in one of those gang wars?” Her words aren't lies but they're not the full truth either.

He sighs, “I can't promise I won't ever get hurt on the job. Maladroit and the other vigilantes do a lot of good but Maladroit especially is far too nice to hurt any of us. I've uh, seen her fight some of the others gang members, and been fought by her too. And out of everyone against the gang, she's the one who leaves us with barely more than a scratch at worst.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Most in the gang really respect her for that, y'know.”

Marinette's brain feels like the windows shutting down sound. “Oh. Oh.”

Sheepishly, he smiles half-heartedly at her. “Yeah.”

“So, is that why you were so adamant she's a fully-fledged vigilante in her right?” She asks, feeling bashful yet honoured whilst completely surprised.

Jason clears his throat and glances away. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh.” Her brain rewinds a moment. She splutters for a second, desperation racing through her. “Wait, she's fought you!?”

Full-on grimacing, he nervously laughs. “Left but a scratch!”

“Are you misquoting Monty Python right now? Oh good gods, that's the knight who says that after getting his limbs chopped off!” Marinette exclaims, looking every bit as horrified as her tone of voice conveys.

“Seriously, I've never gotten worse than a couple of minor cuts and bruises, I'm fine!” Jason reiterates.

She frowns and gingerly shuffles across the sofa closer to him. He keeps leaning back away, so she physically throws herself at him, pulling him into a tight hug. Incidentally burying her face in his shirt. “Okay, okay. Just, please let me know next time you get hurt. I've a friend who lived in a bad situation before, so I know how to help patch up minor injuries. Promise?”

Jason stiffens at the hug and slowly moves one hand to cup the back of her head whilst wrapping the other around her back. He shuts his eyes, cocking his head back and sighs. “Alright. I promise I'll tell you. And I'm sorry for keeping something this big from you. As I said, I was worried you'd be scared of me or that you'd get dragged into gang-related shit because of it.”

“You don't need to apologise.” Marinette mumbles in response, “I get it. I really do understand.” She bites at her sore bleeding lips again in guilt, her secret identity left unspoken on her tongue.

He shrugs, “so uh. I'm guessing you're still happy to stay roomies then, right?”

“Of course!” She responds without missing a beat hugging him even tighter.

Eventually, they release each other from the embrace to finish their now lukewarm hot chocolates and popcorn. The news continues playing, no longer forgotten in the background as the two try to act as if nothing has changed.

———

Jason collapses onto his bed with a heavy sigh. He pulls out his phone and rings a number on autopilot.

The dial tone plays as the line connects. “Hey, whaddup Jay?”

“Holy fucking shit balls, man.” Jason groans. “I fucked up.”

Roy hums, “like need help burying a body fucked up or what?”

Jason groans even louder, smushing his face into his bed covers. “My roomie is smart, right. I accidentally let a tiny detail slip when we were chatting whilst watching the eleven o'clock news as usual. And she now thinks that I'm in Red Hood's gang.”

There's a long pause, before Roy bursts into raucous laughter. “Holy shit, I'm dying! She's not wrong!”

“Yeah. I know. She ain't right either though.” He grumbles in response. “She was absolutely terrified when she realised. Nearly had a full-on panic attack and everything.”

“Oh fuck.” Roy helpfully says.

Jason grunts in agreement. “She was also real concerned that Red Hood or the vigilantes have hurt me.”

“Well, that's better?” Roy offers, sounding rather unsure of his own words.

“Yeah but she's taken thinking I'm some low-level member of my gang this badly, how the fuck d'ya think she's gonna take finding out I'm the big bad Red Hood himself?” Jason sighs. “I don't want to ask her out without her knowing this, 'cause it could endanger her.”

Roy hums again, “well, you've been roommates this long already and she's been completely safe from the Vigilante-Gang life so far.”

There's a gentle thump as Jason lifts his head and throws it into the sheets again out of sheer frustration. He relents, reluctantly. “That's true…”

“See. And since it sounds like she's not planning on moving out, clearly she doesn't mind living with you. Just ask her out to dinner already.” Roy adds, cheerfully.

Huffing, he rolls over on the bed. “I'm starting to feel like those weird girl slumber party ads with the creepy phone-a-boy games.”

Roy wheezes, followed by a thudding noise and the distant sound of his cackling.

“Wow. And to think I called you for help. I'm offended.” Jason goads with no bite, waiting a few seconds to hear Roy's response but it's just more laughter.

He rolls his eyes and ends the call, not like Roy will mind. Throwing an arm over his face, Jason barely refrains from grabbing his pillow to scream into. He doesn't, obviously. Because the walls are thin enough that Marinette might hear him and he's worried her enough this night as is.

Sighing like a lovesick protagonist in a period romance novel, Jason moves his arm to run his fingers through his own hair. A date. Just gotta ask her at some point, to dinner at a fancy-ish restaurant. It'll be fine, what's the worst that can happen?

Her terrified reaction on the sofa flashes through his mind, followed by the reminder of how small and scared Maladroit had seemed when she had fallen to her knees on the warehouse balcony. There was no way that she was faking the pain, like he'd initially thought. She had practically staggered in her mad dash to escape. And there's no way for me to find out whether she got to somewhere safe afterwards. God, she could be lying dead in some dank alleyway for all I know right now. Fuck, I hope she's okay...

He groans in distress and shifts in place. Already feeling like he really won't be getting any sleep at all tonight at this rate, thanks to his concern for those two.

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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are much appreciated! |

| I decided to go close to canon for names this time, hence why Chat Noir remains unchanged but Max is Gamer (because A. that was his Akuma name, and B. he's like Player from Carmen Sandiego in this, couldn't help myself), and Marinette is Maladroit (from the first thing she calls herself in Origins). |

| Oh, also whilst it's not explicitly stated in the text; Marinette/Maladroit's has the power of luck/being lucky, Chat Noir has the power of being unlucky, and Red Hood has "Perfect Aim" aka he's a hitscan. Which is why Maladroit is able to dodge his bullets by making herself "lucky enough" to dodge in time. |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |

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boldlyanxious · 10 months

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enemies/rivals

Jasonette July 2021 I challenged myself to make all the prompts enemies or rivals

You say that every time Dickinette vampire

In the Dark actor au with animosity

Swipe RIght Dick is investigating Marinette who has been in hiding

Preemptive Protection Daminette with Dick causing issues

On the rooftop in the rain jasonette neighbors

I can do better jasonette rivals with shared friend group

Robinhood jasonette robinhood au

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the-alice-of-hearts · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Maribat - Fandom, Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jason Todd Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Jasonette July 2021, Identity Reveal, no beta we die like jason Series: Part 2 of Jasonette July 2021, Part 20 of Alice writes Maribat Summary:

The rules of the game were simple. Someone would yell ‘Suit up!’ and everyone had to either get dressed or transform. You couldn’t ask if it was a get dressed or a get transformed moment, and whoever was last to be dressed appropriately lost, if you chose wrong you also lost. A simple game really, and Adrien had it out for Marinette. She had never lost a round and he had the worst luck and lost almost every time. So he had a plan! Marinette had just gotten into town late last night. She had flown in from Gotham so she would have jet lag, and they had to be at the city meeting early in the morning as heroes, but she had a meeting right before that with Coccinelle Fashions so he had the best chance possible to surprise her.

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Purple Lilacs

ayooo it me! Here is jasonette july saturday challenge: Hurt no comfort!

Maribat Masterlist AO3

word count: 3.1K

Warnings: mentions of body fluids, sickness, vomit and death.

without further ado:

Jason stumbled into the gas station restroom on shaky, unsteady legs. His chest ached and his vision swam, blurry with unshed tears. The dirty mirror and pale blue light couldn’t capture how disgruntled the fourteen year old boy was. He was still wearing his Robin suit, dirty and sweaty from breaking up fights and catching would-be criminals. His skin felt flushed but his blood was chilled to the bone. The fluttery pressure behind his ribs was a painful reminder of why he was here. He took a haphazard inhale of air and choked on it when he exhaled. His throat itched. The tears were beginning to fall behind his mask. The infallible Robin was unrecognizable in his reflection. His domino mask shielded himself from the agony that clouded his eyes. His mind was racing a thousand miles a minute, thoughts fragmented and disoriented. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. God, why couldn’t he breathe?

He ripped off his mask, tossing it without caution and splashed water on his face. He scrubbed at the sweat and exhaust that caked his skin, hoping, praying to wash this burning sensation away. He still couldn’t breathe.

He felt his stomach churn. He felt the bile clawing just beneath his adam's apple, desperate to escape. He barely had the strength to lean over to the nearby toilet before emptying his stomach. The smell burned at his eyes as the taste burned at his throat. He was left dry heaving for a moment, but that was all his body needed to expel what was clogging his airways. The petals floated pathetically in the waste in the toilet bowl; they were small and pale and stood out against the disgusting mix of vomit. Purple lilacs, first love. How fitting.

He had wished that the best week of his life wouldn’t end this way. He had wished, wished upon the stars in the skies and wished upon every dandelion he found in the manor gardens, that he could have something, someone, that was entirely his own. But her heart belonged to another and his heart was sick because of it.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her name was a breath of fresh air, a spring breeze in early May. He had met her on a Monday, her class was taking a tour of Wayne Tech. She was the cute yet clumsy class representative with an iron will. She was alluring and charming and Jason was swept up in her eyes of ocean tides. He never spoke a word to her that first day. Choosing to just observe her joke and laugh with friends. He didn’t dare interrupt her. He saw her again Tuesday. She was in a teahouse that was close to her hotel. She was with her brunette friend, Alya, he remembered from when he overheard her chastising the girl for saying something embarrassing. That was when he found out about her crush on the model boy. Jason didn’t think much of it. He didn’t think he would have to. His sudden attraction was only fleeting, he reminded himself.

The first time he actually spoke to her was Thursday night. Her class had stayed out later than expected so he watched them from a distance during patrol, making sure she got back safely. Making sure they got back safely, he corrected. He didn’t plan to stop by her window when she was safe inside and he definitely didn’t plan to strike up a conversation. She had a quick mind and a sharp tongue to match. It was striking and it seeded something deep within his lungs. They spoke for hours, time lost to conversation, that it wasn’t until Agent A called into his ear that he realised how long he’s been strayed from his patrol route. He had bid her a good night and she wished him a safe one. He had found a friend in her and the joy carried him throughout the night. He hadn’t expected to fall hard and fast for her within the week. By Saturday his instinctual attraction had grown into sweet yearning. The weight in his chest as he waited for her class to gather in the Botanical Gardens grounded him in his spot. He had to remind himself that she spoke to him as Robin and that Jason Todd-Wayne was nothing more than their sponsor’s recently adopted son. He couldn’t speak to her about her favourite novels as he technically shouldn’t be privy to that knowledge. He wasn’t deterred by that, however. In fact, it spurred him on to get to know her more. It granted him the opportunity to relearn her interests all over again and watch her eyes blaze with passion.

He never got the chance. Her attention was divided between the garden’s attractions and the blond that stuck close to her like a burr. He watched her giggle and swoon as the boy complimented her. He watched as Adrien, he had learned, plucked a flower and tucked it gently behind her ear. It was a purple lilac. The colour complimented her midnight black hair and made her pale blue eyes shine. He felt his throat go dry as he watched on, his words withering on his tongue. The scene was truly adorable, straight out of a movie with a happy ending. He was happy that she was receiving the attention she deserved. But it still hurt that it wasn’t him lavishing her with it. He was the outsider lucky to be watching. Their tour ended with an exchange of business-friendly smiles and memorized platitudes.

Now it was Sunday night and he was gazing at the products of his foolish heart. He could count how few the petals were that mocked him in the toilet. He could taste them in the mix of bile that sat on the back of his tongue. He could breathe easier now; his lungs were no longer heavy but his heart was still so. How cruel, his first love.

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He had died. He hadn’t remembered much of what came before or of what came after. It was all tangled and fractured. He remembered fighting with Bruce a lot and threatening his new ward. Jason was awful, a danger, but he was also angry and confused. He was hurt and lonely. It took awhile to find some common ground with his family again. It took awhile for him to feel normal again. It was hard work but it was worth it.

A lot had changed in Bruce’s nightlife. The Justice League Jason remembered and the Justice League that he returned to were worlds apart. It was jarring and he continued to long for some familiarity in his life. It was genuinely a surprise when he was invited to join their ranks, after years of struggling, but he accepted the offer with a tearful hug and grateful smile in the privacy of the batcave. He was introduced to the other new recruits, taken aback at how the community had grown during his absence. One figure stood out to him the most.

Her name was Ladybug, a Parisian heroine with some connection to Wonder Woman. Her personality was bright and bubbly and she looked like the poster child for the Justice League. She and Jason had hit it off quite well, slipping into easy banter and trading battle stories like old-age friends. Their time spent together left him feeling light and free. It was casual and comforting. Until it wasn’t.

One night after patrol, he stood staring at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. He was running through a checklist in his head of all the mundane things he had to do in the coming days. A trip to the drugstore for some cough drops, a couple cases to report and file here, some League meetings there. It was his new normal. He liked it. The thought of the Justice League led to the thought of Ladybug. Ladybug and her laughter at his jokes. Her half-hearted sneer at his puns. Her going on rants about fashion and the little twitch in her nose when she was frustrated with something. It was endearing, and enticing. It was always a delight watching someone who flung cars for a living lose their patience over mundane things. He was lost in thought when a coughing fit took over, bringing him back to the present. When his shoulders stopped shaking with the force of the coughs he felt something in his mouth. It felt like a piece of paper, thin and small. Thinking nothing of it, he spat into his sink and felt his heart clench. It was a single flower petal. A daffodil, meaning rebirth and new beginnings.

The melancholy was instant, the resignation almost stopping his heart. How cruel, his second love.

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He had decided to ignore the signals his body was sending him. He ignored the scratchiness of his throat every time he thought of her signature pigtails. He ignored the ever growing collection of petals that would decorate his toilet, or his bathroom sink, or his kitchen sink, or his shower floor. He ignored how blood had started to appear every now and again. Ladybug was his friend and he valued her friendship. He wasn’t going to let some biological imperative prevent him from making any meaningful connection with her.

It was a random conversation one day, the topic of little importance, but it had drifted to a discussion of identities and living the double life. He remembered telling her his real name, secret identities among League members being a matter of personal discretion at this point, and the flash of faint recognition in her eyes made him curious. She told him how she recognised the name from a school trip she took years ago. Apparently they had met once or twice during her time in Gotham. Her name was Marinette, she had said, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was as if the air in the Watchtower was being siphoned out the room as the seconds ticked by. He remembered that name, and he most certainly remembered the pain that name had brought him. He died with his feelings for her trapped between his ribs but they were long forgotten, withered after his resurrection. That is, until they crashed into him at the mere utter of her name. The longing came back in full force and he felt it weigh heavy on his tongue as his nose started to burn with the effort to breathe. He didn’t remember much after that conversation beyond a hasty excuse of himself. He made it into a restroom on some random floor and all but flung himself into an available stall. His mask was ripped off his face and the room echoed with the sounds of him hacking and heaving.

His heart was a cacophony of emotions; the feelings of teenage infatuation for Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the mature adoration of Ladybug blended into a concoction of purple lilacs and daffodils. Tears pricked at his eyes as he felt his throat get burned raw from his emotions. It was stifling and all-consuming. He felt like he was drowning and free-falling all at once. Unable to breathe. His face was flushed and sticky and he felt shivers begin to creep up his spine. It was disgusting how his own feelings would betray him like this. Peeling himself off the floor was herculean. Jason felt weary and his bones ached with the burden of his own body. Superman was already waiting for him outside the stall, a water bottle in hand and silent condolences smeared all over his face. A silent agreement was forged between them. How cruel, his one love.

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When Jason was younger he never associated love with pain. Love was always warm hugs and soft touches. It was gentle words whispered in the dark and saccharine sweet smiles. Love made flowers bloom in spring and the sun shine bright. How foolish he was. Now he knew. Love was a deep ache in his chest that pulsed in rhythm with his heart. It was a strangled gasp as he tried to breathe and it was tears that won’t stop falling. Love made flowers bloom, sure, but they bloomed in the deepest parts of him that he wished he could rip them out and everything attached straight from the roots. Love burned and festered and invaded everything that made Jason himself.

He couldn’t drown out the sensations no matter what he tried. A masochistic part of him was convinced he was addicted to the pain. Addicted to the reminder that he could love so strongly, so deeply. The idea that someone as callous as he could love someone so much that it could tear him down physically and mentally. Have the force of his own heart mold him into nothing but a garden of devotion. There was a part of him that didn’t want to lose the feeling of having feelings. The immediate times after his resurrection were wrought with nothing but mind-numbing emptiness so much so that his subconsciousness convinced him that he would settle for suffering as an act of love.

The tulip petals were beautiful, but worrying. He choked up an entire bud this time. His throat was still itchy and his fever had yet to be broken but the head of the flower in his hand was a distraction to all that had ailed him. Tulips, meaning opportunity and adjustment.

The voices on the television called his attention. It was some celebrity gossip channel and he couldn’t remember why he was watching it in the first place. He moved to change the channel when he saw her, Marinette, on the screen. She was attending some red carpet event and she looked beautiful. He wondered if she had made that dress; a memory of teenage ambitions floated to the forefront of his mind. A smile crept to his face against his will. He couldn’t help it, red was truly her colour. Then he saw him, her blond partner, waltz up beside her like he belonged there. He did, he reminded himself. The blond was her childhood crush turned boyfriend of a few years. She had told Jason stories during one of their many talks about him. He was funny and smart and a real casanova, she had said. Jason had pretended like those words weren’t thorns puncturing his lungs as he listened along. She looked at the model the same way Jason knew he looked at her. He was happy for her, truly.

His fever was back tenfold as he watched on and he was sweating a puddle into his couch. He couldn’t finish his meal and the coughs had returned. His shaking had overturned his food that was in his lap and it made a mess on the floor. He keeled over and added the contents of his stomach to the pile. Petals of lilacs and daffodils and tulips were pouring from his lips in clumps and he momentarily couldn’t breathe. He was becoming too accustomed to holding his breath during these fits. Becoming too accustomed to the lightheaded feeling inside his brain, the numbing feeling in his toes and the burning feeling in his heart. How cruel, his true love.

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It wasn’t supposed to end like this. She was supposed to get her happy ending. She was supposed to grow old with her boyfriend turned fiance while Jason buried himself with his feelings. He cradled her close, feeling her faint exhales on his neck. He felt her body tremble and writhe beneath him. He was crying over her, gasping his breaths and gagging on emotions. She stared, eyes unseeing beyond him. She was speaking but he couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of his pulse in his ears. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was a simple job, a covert job that was only information retrieval. Everything was planned to perfection and every deviation was accounted for. Everything was accounted for except his body failing him. He was attacked with a sudden coughing fit that he couldn’t get under control and it drew their target’s attention to them. Guns were aimed and fired at them and he couldn’t get his own body to cooperate with him. Ladybug had taken to shielding him until he recovered but she was overwhelmed too quickly. Her suit wasn’t bullet proof, she was still vulnerable and the shot was in a critical place. She was bleeding profusely. He. Still. Couldn’t. Breathe.

He gathered what little strength he had and dragged her body behind a wall. He was hunched over her struggling to control his breathing and the situation. He couldn’t leave, too weak to carry her. He couldn’t fight back, too dizzy to focus on any targets. He couldn’t think, too lightheaded from the lack of air intake. It was a bad situation that was only getting worse. He was crying and heaving and she laid beneath him bleeding. The flowers in the back of his throat were choking him without remorse. He took off his mask and tried with all his might to breathe in. It was scratchy and rough and it felt more like a wheeze than an inhale but it was something. With this moment of clarity, he had an idea. It was really a last resort that Ladybug had told him about. He reached for her yoyo that was held in her hand and pressed the center dot that was actually a hidden button. It was a distress call that would signal to her partner and doubled as a homing device. It was a call for help. He didn’t know how long it would take for aid to arrive but this was all he could do at the given time. His lungs were still stuffed and his throat was overflowing. The petals were stuck between his teeth, their earthy taste rooting him. His limbs were growing heavier by the second and his vision was getting hazier.

He watched as the light faded from her eyes. As the shimmering blue dimmed permanently. He watched her rosy cheeks grow pale as blood poured out from the wound in her chest. He tried to cradle her closely, to offer her some form of comfort in her last moments but he could barely move. Another coughing fit racked his frame and involuntarily had him doubling over. The petals were flowing freely now, unrestricted from his relaxing airways. They were beautiful in colour as they joined the ever growing pool of her blood, only tainted by the dark red tinge of his own.

A new petal had joined the ones he had grown so familiar with. Yellow chrysanthemums, neglected love. In France, he thought, his mind muddled by a discordance of feelings, chrysanthemums also meant death; they were given as tokens of grief and comfort. How fitting.

Oh and how cruel, his last love.

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mochegato · 3 years

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The Night of the Consequences

Continuation of Well, Well, Well, If It Isn’t the Consequences of My Actions

“Ladybug!”

Ladybug’s eyes widened, recognizing the voice booming through the Watchtower halls without even having to turn around. She eyed Chloe nervously. Why did these things keep happening around the nosy blondes in her life? She turned around with an overly wide smile. “Oh… hi… um… M.… Wing,” she stuttered out.

Son of a bitch! She really should have prepared for this. She knew it was coming. Granted, she didn’t know it was coming today, but it had to be coming soon, they couldn’t afford to let just anyone go around knowing their identities. If the family was really worried, they couldn’t afford to wait to talk to her about… well… her.

Bee side eyed her with an incredulous stare. “What the actual fu…” she started quietly.

“Is there something we can help you with?” Ladybug asked loudly, cutting off whatever rant Chloe was going to go on.

“Um well, first off,” he gave her an overly wide, supposedly charming grin, “you can call me Nightwing. M. Wing is my… father.” He cringed as he the last word came out.

Bee raised an eyebrow. “I thought your father was M. Bat.”

Nightwing puckered his lips. “Yeah… that’s… true.” He shuffled awkwardly.

��If you’re going to use that line, you’re supposed to say we can call you Night, which I’m not going to do, by the way,” Bee said flippantly and starting to study where her nails would be if she didn’t have gloves on. “Otherwise it really doesn’t work.”

“Bee!” Ladybug lightly chastised. She turned to Night… Wing… Nightwing! She wasn’t calling him Night either. “Sorry about her. I’d say she’s just tired, but that would be a lie.” She ignored Bee’s scoff and continued. “You said ‘first’, so I assume there’s a second?” she prompted.

“Right, right,” he nodded, finally seeming to settle a bit, his face becoming a bit more determined and the ‘charming’ smile returning. “I wanted to ask you about someone. She gave your name as a reference and I just wanted to see if it was someone we could trust.”

Bee leaned over to Ladybug’s ear. “Why does he keep smiling like that?” she asked in a normal volume. She shivered dramatically. “Creepy.”

Ladybug pursed her lips to stop the noise that wanted to escape, some kind of a combination of frustrated whimper and raucous laugh. “Okay,” Ladybug smiled tightly, focusing entirely on Nightwing. “Who was it?”

“Yeah, a name would be useful here, Smile Boy” Bee added in. “Or we could just give our opinion on everyone we know, along with a fashion critique. We can start with your costume history.”

“Bee, didn’t you have something else to do? Right now?” Ladybug’s voice was sharper than an obsidian edge. This was her boyfriend’s… future boyfriend’s?... love interest’s? Yes, love interest’s brother. She did not need to piss him off while he was asking her as a ‘reliable source’ about her.

“Nope,” Bee smirked back.

Ladybug groaned and turned to Nightwing. She nodded off to the side. “Should we…”

Nightwing nodded and followed her over. “Ugh, whatever. I didn’t want to hear anyway,” Bee grumbled and walked to get coffee.

“So, the woman I’m asking about is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You may have come across her in Paris?” Nightwing prompted.

Ladybug nodded. “I have yeah. She’s actually…” She bit her lip. She really should have planned this better. How much should she tell him? Clearly she wasn’t going to say it was her, but maybe she could say she was a part time hero? Or maybe she could just say they trusted her. The point was whether she could be trusted with their identities so maybe exposing her identity, one of them anyway, wasn’t the best idea. Maybe just that she knew their identities and had never told anyone? That should work, right? She just had to…

“It’s just,” Nightwing spoke up misinterpreting her silence, “my brother has kind of fallen for her.” He watched her face carefully when he said it to see if there was any indication of what she thought of the idea.

Ladybug’s eyes bugged out. That was not the approach she had been expecting. She thought he’d focus more on the identity aspect more than the personal aspect. Not to mention ‘fallen’? That was… they’d only just met. She knew he liked her but fallen was pretty strong. Did Jason really feel that way toward her or was Dick… Nightwing just exaggerating? And she didn’t even think Jason had told him they were seeing each other, let alone how he felt about her! She looked up and met his expectant eyes. Oh right, he was waiting on her to respond. But how did she respond to that? “Oh?” Very eloquent. Her eloquence was clearly not improving around the bats.

His face scrunched as he studied her reaction. It was definitely odd. “Yeah. It’s kind of bizarre really. Not to say anything bad about Marinette,” he rushed to assure her. “I don’t know her well enough to judge her, obviously. That’s why I’m here asking you about her. But he’s really taken with her really quickly. I’ve never seen him like this.” He suddenly stopped and his eyes blew wide. “Oh God! Don’t tell her that. Jason’ll kill me if he finds out.”

“Oh… um…” she looked away suddenly trying to hide her sudden blush and searched for a way to answer.

“Oh my god, y… Dupain-Cheng bagged another hero?” Bee exclaimed slapping Ladybug on the shoulder with her elbow and handing her one of the cups in her hands.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed. “I thought you didn’t care! What are you doing here?”

“This is the thanks I get after bringing you tea?” she scoffed in pretend offence.

Ladybug rolled her eyes and let out a long suffering sigh. “This is just water.” She brought the cup to her lips. “Not even hot water! You brought me a cup of tepid water.”

“Oh my God, can’t you just be grateful I thought about bringing you tea?” Bee exclaimed, exasperation clear in her tone.

Ladybug gave her a deadpan expression. “Did you though?”

“No, not really,” she shrugged. “Let’s get back to Dupain-Cheng somehow managing to entice yet another hero though,” she continued, malicious glee sparkling in her eyes.

Ladybug’s mouth dropped in offense. “She does not date a lot of heroes,” she rushed to assure Nightwing. “Only the one, really…” She paused and looked at who she was talking to and her eyes widened in realization. “… not that there’s anything wrong with dating a lot of superheroes… if that’s… um… what you want to do,” she finished weakly.

Bee snickered at the flustered cover-up. “Yeah, she’s not like some heroes that date everyone they shake hands with.”

Nightwing gave an offended scoff. “I have not dated that many people… or heroes.”

Bee scoffed. “Maybe not that are officially sanctioned by the JL.”

“We didn’t say that you did,” Ladybug promised, “did we Bee?” she hissed at Bee through gritted teeth. “And even if you had, there’s nothing wrong with that. Right, Bee? Because there’s nothing wrong with dating around. Is there?”

“No,” Bee groused. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted for a moment before the pout became a vicious grin. “Yeah, sure, we can stop talking about his dating history. So, anyway, back to Dupain-Cheng…”

“Oh fu… I can’t believe I walked right into that,” Ladybug grumbled into her hands.

“It may be just the one she actually dated. The rest just have wet dreams about her.” She smirked at her.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed her cheeks rapidly turning a dark scarlet.

“Relax, I know you and Dupain-Cheng have a… unique relationship, but that doesn’t change facts. And pretending like she isn’t getting lusty looks from other people doesn’t change it either.” Bee rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. The cup wasn’t nearly big enough to hide her widening smirk. “You’re just going to have to suck it up.”

Nightwing perked up at that comment. Well, that was an interesting tidbit. “So you must know Marinette very well considering you know her dating history so well.”

Ladybug nodded while still glaring at Bee. “Yes. You could say that. We know each other rather well.”

“Extremely well,” Bee agreed, her grin getting even sharper. “I’ve known her since we were children but Ladybug still knows her much more intimately than I do. Why don’t you tell him about her?”

“And I would trust her,” Ladybug continued over Bee. “I have trusted her with a lot, both in and out of the suit.”

Bee cackled at the answer “Yeah LB do tell. Go on about her amazing attributes. Tell us all about her.”

“Bee,” Ladybug whined, her cheeks heating up. Nightwing observed the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on, he’s going to think you don’t like Dupain-Cheng,” Bee teased.

“What! No!” Ladybug straightened quickly, her eyes going wide. “I do! I like Dup… Marinette,” she glared quickly at Bee before she whipped back to face Nightwing with wide eyes. “She’s great! She’s ama… She’s…” she faltered. This was so awkward. If she and Jason ended up getting serious, Nightwing was eventually going to know who she was and remember what she said here and if she overplayed it, he’d think she was pompous and hate her. Then his whole family would hate her and Jason would break up with her because his family would convince him she was a terrible influence.

But! But if she wasn’t complimentary enough he’d think she didn’t like… herself and that she wasn’t trustworthy. Then he would convince Jason that it was a mistake to be with her and he’d break up with her because he’d trust his family’s word over hers and think she wasn’t a good person and deserved to be miserable. She looked back up at Nightwing with a sigh. “She’s a good person. She deserves to be happy.”

Nightwing stared into her eyes for a few moments as if trying to read a part of her soul. Finally, his eyes softened to a more sympathetic glint. “I was worried about her knowing our identities but I’m mostly worried about him. He’s been through a lot and he can be pretty hot and cold because of it and I just…”

Ladybug’s eyes softened too. She looked down for a moment trying to figure out how to word her response. “She’s… Marinette’s pretty understanding. She’s had to deal with that before and it didn’t work then but… I don’t think that was on her…” She pursed her lips and looked down while the memories washed over her. When she looked back up there was a bittersweet look in her eyes. “She fights for the people she loves. She puts effort in. If you’re asking if I would trust her with an identity, I have before and she’s never let me down. If you’re asking me if I would trust her with your brother’s heart, I would. Whether it works out with him or not, she’ll still be there for him. She’ll do everything in her power to protect it. If you trust me, you can trust her.”

Nightwing reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Thank you. This has been very helpful. I’m sorry if I brought up any bad memories.”

Ladybug shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I hope I made you feel less worried about her.”

Nightwing nodded. “You did. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” Bee interjected loudly. “Even though you didn’t ask me my opinion.”

“Sorry. I hadn’t been given your name as a reference,” Nightwing said with only the tiniest touch of condescension.

“I grew up with her,” Bee scoffed. “And even though you didn’t ask, I’ll tell you my opinion anyway.”

“Bee…” Ladybug started, but her voice was tired.

“I don’t know who your brother is, but whoever he is…” Ladybug sighed deeply and dropped her head. “…he isn’t good enough for her.” Ladybug’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped.

“Are you… are you admitting you like m… Marinette?” Ladybug gaped.

“Relax, I’m not like hitting on her or anything. I’m just... Shut up.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away with a pout. After a few seconds she looked back at Ladybug from the corner of her eye and rolled her eyes. “Close your mouth, LB. There probably aren’t flies here to fly in, but Beast Boy could always be transformed as a fly for whatever ridiculous reason and if you swallow him we can’t go on our date.”

“You’re dating Beast Boy? When did that happen?” Ladybug exclaimed.

Bee grabbed Ladybug’s arm and tugged her back in the direction they had been heading originally. “I was trying to tell you before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Nightwing watched them walk away with a smile and a small wave. That was a lot to take in, but at least now he knew she was trustworthy.

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Marinette had just gotten home and immediately collapsed into her bed after an extremely long and wearing day when he heard an incessant pounding at the door that wouldn't stop. “What the hell,” she groaned. She pushed herself off the bed with a great deal of effort and shuffled to the front door. “Somebody better be about to die,” she grumbled to herself, “or someone’s going to be.” She looked through the peep hole to see a frantic looking Jason.

She whipped open the door for him. “Jason! Are you okay?” She reached to check him over to assure herself he was okay.

Jason stared at her for just a second. “Dick just… He said… You slept with Ladybug! She’s the one you dated?” he yelled.

Marinette blinked at him a few times trying to take in what he just said. “What!?”

Continued in Truth so Cold

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