#Tim x Adrien

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Meet Cute Monday

Adrien sighed and moved around another person standing still on the sidewalk. He had forgotten that he'd be in Gotham during the eclipse and therefore would actually be able to see it. Gotham was supposed to get about 93% totality so it was an exciting event and, for once, the sky had decided to cooperate and it was a rare clear day in Gotham, but he hadn't gotten eclipse glasses, and he needed to get to an empty roof if he wanted to transform and use Plagg's magic to protect his eyes from the sun.

"You're gonna miss it." The God said from Adrien's inner pocket.

"I know," Adrien huffed back.

He finally found an alley that was empty and ducked down it to find a fire escape to get on top of the building he was next to. Looking at it it looked like it was some old theatre, run down and probably abandoned. Adrien went over and started to climb the wall. He was able to get all the way to the top and onto the roof and then smiled. Finally, he could- fuck, there was someone up here?

"Uh... hello?" The black-haired guy waved to him. "why are you on my roof?"

Adrien groaned and gestured to the sky. "Trying to watch the eclipse..."

The guy looked him over. "Are you an idiot?"

Adrien furrowed his brow. "No?"

"You can't look directly at the sun! Here, I have a pair of glasses you can look through. That way you won't burn your eyes." The guy came over and handed Adrien the eclipse glasses he had been wearing previously.

"Uh, thanks." Adrien smiled. "I'm Adrien by the way."

"Tim," he responded.

"Don't you need them though?" Adrien asked looking at Tim.

Tim blushed and gestured to where he was previously standing. "Oh, I have a telescope set up to watch too, it's really cool. We can trade back and forth."

"Yeah, that sounds great." Adrien followed Tim back over to his setup and saw the maps and diagrams he had drawn out, as well as notes to himself and little scraps of paper with doodles on them. All in all it looked like something Marinette would have done and Adrien couldn't help the heartache of being reminded of his platonic soulmate. She would have been prepared.

"Look up! We should be coming upon totality in the next few minutes."

Adrien put the glasses on and looked up and smiled, it was beautiful and amazing, and he was sharing it with someone who he might want to know more.

(Written for @boldlyanxious)

#my writing #alice writes #meet cute monday #robin writes #maribat #Tim x Adrien #timdrien

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Hi! I love, your work, by the way! I was wondering if I could get a Tim x Adrien story. With a side of childhood friends to lovers? Like Tim and Adri met at one of the Drakes Parties? But also I want a side a relationship reveal, but with Class Field Trip to Gotham City salt. Also, also Tim and Adrien already know each other superhero identities.

Basically all of Lila's lying, Tim x Adrien's relationship, is revealed at one of the Wayne Gala's.

I have never shipped Adrien with anyone because I have zero grasp of his character and I gave this my best shot. I lost control of the plot somewhere and It turned into this monster. I know you guys might ask me to continue this but my answer is no. And Class Redemption because why not?

[Masterlist]

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THE STORY OF THEIR LIVES

Ten-year-old Adrien smiled as the old lady pinched his cheeks. Even in Gotham, he can't escape the obsession old wealthy women has with his ‘chubby’ cheeks.

While she commented on how cute he was (at least that is what Adrien thinks she is talking about, he had slacked in his English lessons a little bit and she was using the English word for cute a lot), he scanned the lavishly decorated ballroom for signs of his mother.

She would be more willing to distract the nice lady than Père while Adrien made his escape. Instead, he locked eyes with another boy around his age.

“Help me!” Adrien mouthed to the other boy in English.

Tim was ecstatic at meeting another child his age at the boring gala his parents made him attend and concerned when they started asking for help.

Once he got a glimpse at who was holding the other boy hostage, he winced in sympathy. Ms. Milson may look like a feeble old lady, albeit dressed in more expensive clothing than your average grandmother, but her hands are like crab pincers which Tim had been the victim of many, many times.

Tim recognised the other boy as Adrien Agreste, French model for his father’s, Gabriel Agreste’s, brand. Said blonde’s cheeks were turning a worryingly red and Ms. Milson took no notice as she continued to coo about how cute he is.

Once Adrien realised that Tim was looking at him, he widened his eyes so comically and mouthed at Tim for help. His pleading green eyes, similar to that of a sad kitten, made Tim cave in to help despite the potential damage Ms. Milson will inflict on his cheeks.

 Tim sighed and tried his best to make sure his smile didn't look like a grimace, “Ms. Milson.”

“Timothy, darling, where have you been hiding? I have been looking for you everywhere …” Ms Milson babbled on as she predictably reached for his cheeks after letting go of Adrien’s. Tim tried to stay still and not flinch at her approach.

Holy crab pincers, Batman. It hurts so bad. Why was he doing this again?

Adrien, behind Ms. Milson, rubbed his cheeks and gave Tim a bright smile in gratitude which made Tim’s stomach feel funny.

Are all models this pretty? Honestly, he could see why Gabriel would openly try to break child labour laws and use such a pretty face.

“... and you have grown so big. Timothy dear, have you met this boy yet? He’s your age. His name is…erm….what was it again, dear?”

“Adrien Agreste, Madam,” he replied.

“Well, Adrien, this is Timothy,” she said as she pulled said boy’s cheek and Tim grimaced from the pain, “and his parents are the one hosting this lovely gala.”

“Oui.”

“Ms. Milson, can Adrien and I go play?”

“Of course, dearie,” She finally released Tim’s cheek from her grip and gave it one last pat, “I remember when my boys were your age. Oh look, there’s Richard. I haven’t seen him in a while. He’s growing up into a rather smart young man. You boys go have fun now.”

By then, Tim had already grabbed Adrien’s hand and dragged him across the room, out of Ms. Milson’s sight.

“Sorry, about dragging you, Adrien. But if we don't get out of there, she will come pinch us again.”

“It’s fine. No cheeks being pinched is good.” Adrien said in a slight mix of French and British accent.

“I was afraid that you might not understand me.”

“I have a family in London so I learn it but there are some things about English that I find confusing.”

“Don’t worry, even Americans sometimes find the language confusing.”

They stood there and stared at each other. Tim used that opportunity to study Adrien. His blonde hair was well-combed and all of his clothes were all obviously Gabriel branded. So another reason for Gabriel coming was to promote his new line. 

“Do you want to be friends?” Adrien bursted out asking.

“Yeah,” Tim absentmindedly answered, deep in thought about his observations of Adrien before registering the question, “Huh, I mean, sure. We can be friends.”

“Adrien, what are you doing here?” A blond woman who is likely to be Adrien’s mother called out due to their resemblance.

“Mama, this is my new friend, Timothy.”

“Nice to meet you, Madam. My name is Timothy Drake. My parents are the hosts of today’s gala. I hope you are enjoying your evening.”

“Such a polite boy. But you don’t need to be like that with me. Are you boys having fun?”

“Timothy was going to show me around.” Adrien exclaimed, before lowering his head and quietly asked, “Can I go with him, Mama?”

Emilie smiled and bent down to pat his head, “Of course, you can, mon cher. Stay inside the mansion at all times. I will be staying in the Ballroom the entire time. Come find me when you want to go back to the hotel.”

“Okay, Mama!” Adrien smiled brightly, causing the funny feeling in Tim’s stomach to increase and his face felt hotter. Tim held out his hand (why was it sweating so much? ) for Adrien to grab.

Emilie tried to resist the urge to squeal as she watched the two boys walk away, giggling like the children they are supposed to be. She was going to persuade Gabriel to let Adrien keep in touch and be friends with the son of the Drakes.

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Adrien tuned out Lila’s voice as he stared out the airplane window of his first class seat. Lila was also somehow in first-class and she was making as much use of it as she could. As soon as the seatbelt sign was off, she had spent every second of her time sitting next to him, stating that first-class chairs were big enough for two. All of his requests for her to go away fell on deaf ears. (Does she actually have tinnitus or is it selective hearing?)

Many of the other passengers had put in earplugs or headphones to avoid her but Adrien had not much luck as Lila stopped his every attempt to do the same. 

On paper, the class was on their way to Gotham City for their school field trip. As an Agreste, he got a seat in first class and unfortunately along with Lila, who by some miracle managed to get his father to get her in.

The truth was that it was just a cover for the Miraculous Court, who were sitting in business class along with the rest of their classmates, to get into Gotham to escape Shadowmoth’s scrutiny and discuss with the Bats about the Paris situation. For Adrien, it was an excuse to see his boyfriend, Tim Drake-Wayne again. Or also known as Red Robin.

The two boys had kept in contact over the years. Tim began to reach out more after he learned about the akuma situation and patiently endured Adrien’s crush on Ladybug. Luckily, one identity reveal later, Marinette and Adrien decided that they were both better off as friends. Marinette had long moved on from her own crush on ‘Adrien Agreste’ and in the suits, Chat Noir no longer flirted around Ladybug.

Soon after, Tim and Adrien confessed to liking each other and started dating in a long distance relationship.

After a long talk with the rest of the Miraculous Court, they agreed to let Adrien tell Tim about his identity. They thought that as a Wayne, Tim would be able to connect them to Batman and get them the help they needed. It hasn’t been long since the Court was formed and properly established. Between school and the akumas, they don’t have the proper manpower or resources to investigate Shadowmoth.

The second identity reveal was more chaotic than the first.

—--

Adrien, transformed as Chat Noir, was nervously standing in front of his computer screen where a shocked Tim was frozen for the past few minutes.

“Tim?” Adrien asked worriedly, “I know this is a lot to spring it much on you and you might not believe it-”

“No. No. Babe, I believe you. It’s just… wow, my brothers are not going to leave me alone if they find out about this.” Tim looked down thoughtfully and tried to process the fact that his boyfriend wears a leather catsuit on a regular basis to battle.

“Tim, are you okay?”

“I am fine. So you are Chat Noir. I know that but my head can’t seem to get around to that fact.”

“Oh. Wait. Plagg, claws in.” Adrien said and a green light flashed over him. Tim takes a double take as the camembert on Adrien’s desk starts floating.

“On second thought, I think I should get some sleep if I am hallucinating floating cheese.”

“Tim! What have I told you about your sleep schedule.”

“Relax, Adrien,” a nasally voice was heard, “your boyfriend’s fine. He just couldn’t see me because kwamis don’t show up on cameras. Remember Kwami Buster?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Who was that?” Tim asked.

“Plagg, he’s basically a god that allows me to transform into Chat Noir. Cameras can’t seem to work on him and that’s probably why you think that there is a floating cheese besides me.”

“Right. Right.” Tim placed his head in his hands, “So to recap, you are a cat-themed superhero. Specifically one of the main heroes that are fighting that Butterfly Man.”

“Shadowmoth.”

“Okay. And you are powered by an invisible god.”

“He looks like a black chibi cat actually. You can’t see him because of the cameras. I think there’s a picture Marinette drew of him somewhere. Hold on.” Adrien went out of frame for a moment before returning with a sketch of Plagg.

“Wow.”

There were points in Tim’s life when he thought that things can’t get weirder and they did. His boyfriend confesses to being one of the heroes that the JL had been trying to make contact with for the past year but couldn’t, due to a frustrating combination of magic and politics. That is making its way to the top ten weirdest.

“Tim?” Adrien’s hesitant voice brought him back from his thoughts.

“I am fine, Adrien.” Tim reassured, “It was a lot to process but I believe you. You should be glad that I have made this line so secure that even Lex Luthor would have trouble listening in. I don’t think you would like your father knowing about this.”

“Oh thank kwamis. Well, the other reason I am telling you this is because I need your help contacting Batman. As a Wayne, you probably know how to do that. At least I hope you have a way.”

Oh. Tim wanted to laugh.

After many months of failing to get into contact with the Miraculous Court, an opportunity simply landed on Tim’s lap in the form of his boyfriend. Now, he had a decision to make.

“Tim?”

“Adrien, I also have something I have been keeping a secret.”

“It can’t be that you are also a superhero, right?” Adrien joked, “Cause what are the chances that both of us are heroes.”

Adrien’s smile faded, upon seeing Tim’s completely serious face.

“No. No. No. No way. Non. Non.”

“Adrien, I am Red Robin.” Tim interrupted Adrien’s denial session. Cackling was heard through the speakers which Tim assumed was from Adrien’s floating cat god.

Adrien went silent for a moment before asking, “Who’s Red Robin?”

It was Tim’s turn to be shocked into silence. His boyfriend didn’t even know who his hero identity. Granted, he never talked about the Bats of Gotham in detail to Adrien besides mentioning that they ‘save’ him a few times and his family’s alter egos weren’t as public as the Parisian heroes. But still.

Tim slapped his hand to his forehead in despair, “My boyfriend doesn't even know who I am. Granted, I am not that much of a big deal but that hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien apologised, “I only know about Batman and his sidekick, Robin.”

“I’m fine. Don’t let Damian know that you called Robin a sidekick.”

“Your brother is Robin?”

“My entire family is in on it.”

“Is Alfred Batman then?”

Tim laughed.

“Come on, Tim. I want to know who he is.”

“It’s Bruce.”

Adrien felt his brain trying to process the information. “What?”

“Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“Are you sure you are not making fun of me for being honest and telling you my superhero identity?”

“Nope. Completely serious. I am the hero, Red Robin. If you search up about the Teen Titans or the Young Justice, you will see my name beside them. I am best friends with the older Superboy and Kid Flash.”

They spent the rest of the call, talking about their alter egos.

—--

After months of planning over video calls to somehow get most of the Miraculous Court out of Paris so they can discuss the Shadowmoth problem. A class trip to Gotham was what they came up with.

Adrien was jealous of Marinette, Kagami and Luka who went ahead of the class a few days prior, using Jagged Stone’s tour as a cover.

Marinette had came clean to her parents about Ladybug and they pulled her out of Dupont to be homeschooled. (The official reason was so she can focus more on her career since Jagged named her his favourite designer and she had more work. The real reason was so she can focus on taking down Shadowmoth.) She was there as Jagged’s costume designer.

Luka had persuaded his father to take a detour in Gotham so it coincided with the class trip and Kagami was a tagalong as Luka’s girlfriend. How they managed to persuade her strict mother Adrien didn’t know. 

Chloe and Zoe had stayed behind, partly because the sisters didn’t want to go to Gotham and partly so there would be someone to hold off the akuma until the others portaled back. The final three members of the Miraculous Court, Alix, Alya and Nino, were in business class with the rest of the class.

“Adrien~” The sickly sweet voice which felt like bugs crawling up his skin, called for his attention, “Can you tell this lady who I am so I can get my drink?”

There was an attendant who looked frustrated and tried her best to hide it behind a professional smile. Adrien knew that look all too well, seeing it on many of his co-workers’ faces when Lila was on set for a photoshoot.

“What seems to be the problem?” Adrien asked the attendant, a practised smile on his face.

“The young lady wants wine but we can’t do that because she’s underage.”

“See, Adrien, she’s being unreasonable. I already told her that I am 18 and I can drink.”

“Lila,” Adrien said gently, “I am sure the nice lady is working hard to make sure you are comfortable but unfortunately, it is the law in America that the drinking age is 21. She doesn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“But, Adrien-”

“ You can drink when we get back. It’s only for a few days. You don’t want to get kicked out of this trip for causing trouble. Right, Lila?”

“Fine. Can you get me a soda then?” Lila asked the attendant, who nodded and walked away in relief. (She was gonna tell the others to be watch out of the entitled girl in first class)

“And can you get out of my seat please?” Adrien interrupted, “I want more leg room to myself right now so I can sleep.”

Lila dropped her smile and her lips began to tremble, preparing to cry and cause a scene.

Adrien looked at where Gorilla was sitting. The bodyguard was getting ready to intervene if Adrien wanted him to. He gestured to show Gorilla that he had it handled.

“This flight will take hours and I think both of us having our own space instead of being cramped in one seat for that long will be more comfortable.”

“But Adrien, I want to be together with you.”

“And I don’t.”

“Adrien, how could you?” Lila started crying.

“Lila, we aren’t even dating. I don’t like you getting into my personal space. I only tolerate you because you are my classmate and for some bizarre reason, my dad deemed you good enough to be my friend.”

“I thought we had something,” Lila sobbed.

“Hey, girly,” a dark-haired man from a seat over snapped, “The guy’s reasonable in wanting his own space so quit your whining and get over your delusions before I drag you back to your seat and gag you.”

Lila immediately went silent and looked at Adrien with an expectant look. He simply tilted his head in the direction of her seat. Lila turned to find the man glaring at her.

Knowing she lost, Lila slowly went back to her seat.

Adrien sighed in relief and turned towards the man with a look of gratitude,

“Thanks a lot for the help.”

“No problem. She was getting on my last nerves too.”

“I am sorry that you had to deal with her.”

“It’s fine. Us bros got to stick together on things like this.”

Finally, peace and quiet. Adrien put on his earphones to listen to the playlist Nino had made for him and enjoy the rest of the flight.

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Tim rocked his heels nervously as he waited for Adrien and his class to show up. Bruce had put him and Dick in charge of the tour of Wayne Enterprises for the Dupont class. Dick was there to do the actual tour guide duties while Tim was there to pass on the meeting details to the Miraculous Court by discreetly blending in with the class.

And also because he was a sap who missed his boyfriend. Jason and Dick would never stop teasing him about how he spent 40 minutes in the bathroom to get ready. Was it wrong to look good in front of his boyfriend who he hadn’t physically seen in 1 year, 3 months and 23 days?

The bus carrying Adrien and his friends finally arrived. Dick elbowed Tim in his ribs to focus because Tim couldn’t stop staring at his love. Adrien immediately brightened when he spotted Tim besides his brother. Tim had to wonder if Gotham was sunnier than usual.

Unfortunately, their moment was interrupted when a brunette girl latched onto Adrien’s arm, blabbering about why ‘Adrien-boo’ didn’t help her when she needed help getting off the bus. She reminded the Waynes of the gold diggers who would throw themselves at Bruce and only viewed him as a trophy and money dispenser.

Adrien had an uncomfortable smile as he tried in vain to make the girl let go of his arm. She instead doubled down and gripped harder on his arm, making him grimace. The rest of the class was oblivious of Adrien’s pain as they huddled around the two and cooing about how cute they look and underhandedly berating Adrien for not helping Lila out. Thankfully, the one Tim recognised as Adrien’s best friend, Nino, stepped in while his girlfriend, Alya, smoothly redirected the class attention to the tour.

Dick gave them a bright smile and introduced himself as the tour guide. He shook hands with the teachers while Tim made his way towards his boyfriend, careful to not be noticed. He found Nino fussing over the marks on Adrien’s arm a little bit away from the group who were distracted by the fact that they were meeting the eldest Wayne child, Richard Grayson. Seeing the marks, Tim saw red.

Tim was aware about the girl, Lila Rossi.

She was a manipulative liar who had been causing a lot of trouble for the Miraculous Team by trying to isolate Adrien from his friends and slandering the rest of them with false lies. She also nearly got Ladybug akumatized which made the over-stressed Marinette finally decide to tell her parents about the Miraculous to ease the burden. However, once her main target and who she perceived as a ‘rival’, Marinette, was gone, Lila was hell bent on making Adrien hers.

Gabriel, the only person who Tim thinks can beat his parents for ‘Worst parent of the year’, had employed that snake as a model because apparently she was a good influence on Adrien and the reason why Adrien’s actual friends are no longer allowed at his house.

Overall, Lila was a person that should be taken care of immediately. Already, Tim had formulated many plans to get rid of her, preferably somewhere as far from Adrien as possible.

While Dick started the tour and Lila left Adrien in favour of trying to gain favour with a Wayne, Tim sidled up next to his boyfriend who was in the back with his friends.

“Hey, love.”

Adrien lit up and hugged him, “Tim!”

Nino and Alya gave the two thumbs up before shielding the two boys with their bodies to give the couple some privacy and prevent Lila from seeing.

Tim hugged him back and gave him a peck on the lips, “Are you okay?”

“Great. I am doing fine.”

Tim did a small frown at the answer. He laced their fingers together and slowly brought Adrien’s hand up to his lips which made Adrien’s cheeks turn pink at the gesture.

“You made me promise to not lie about not sleeping,” Tim said, “So I wish you won’t lie to me about the wounds that girl inflicted on you.”

“Tim, it’s nothing.” Adrien tried to reassure his boyfriend.

“It’s not. I have seen this kind of thing on a lot of people from Gotham. I don’t want what happened to them happen to you too. People who leave these kinds of marks are bad news. Besides as your boyfriend, I have the right to be worried about anyone who hurt you. I want to unleash hell upon her but I am not doing it now since you guys suspect that she has a way to contact Shadowmoth. So what can I do for you?”

Adrien smiled gently, touched by his boyfriend’s sincerity and squeezed his hand, “I want Lila to leave me alone.” His voice, soft and vulnerable. “Everyone else in the class is pushing for me to be with her. Father is not helping. I wish he didn’t send Lila to breathe down my neck and report back my every move to him. I want to be able to relax without her hounding me when I want to be alone. I don’t want my arm to hurt because of her nails. I want to be able to hang out with my friends without having to sneak around. I wish I could say I love you to you in public and tell people I have a boyfriend without the worry that my father would lock me up in the mansion.”

"As you wish.”

Adrien snorted, “Does that make me Buttercup, Westley?”

“You are beautiful enough for the role,” Tim flirted, making Adrien blush.

The blond cleared his throat to recompose himself, “So about tonight?”

“We will meet you on the rooftop of your hotel.”

“Marinette, Luka and Kagami can portal over with the horse.”

Tim looked towards the group in front of them, “Would they notice if you were gone for a moment?”

“Alya and Nino would cover for me. I can tell Gorilla that I am meeting up with you.” Adrien said, wanting to know what Tim had planned.

“I can tell Tam to not let anyone into my office for a while. My office has a rather comfortable sofa. How about we spend some time catching up,” Tim suggested and he kissed Adrien.

Plagg peeked out of Adrien’s jacket pocket and interrupted them, “Hey, kit, if you are going to go lip-lock with your lover boy, I am going to join Trixx and Wyazz in blogger girl’s fanny pack. I heard that they were going to play cards.”

Adrien spluttered but didn’t refute Plagg’s request.

“Don’t cause trouble and I will leave some cheese for you to eat. Please behave, Plagg.”

“Yeah, yeah, just go enjoy your tryst.”

Adrien tapped Nino’s shoulder to grab his attention as Tim grinned. He texted Dick to drag out the tour as long as possible. 

Was it mean of him to throw his brother to the wolves while he go and make out with his boyfriend?

Yes.

But Tim never had any guilt throwing his brothers under a bus and wasn’t starting now. He dragged Adrien into his office which he had cleaned every surface beforehand in anticipation of this and dear god, Heaven has never tasted so sweet.

—---

Chat Noir paced back and forth nervously on the rooftop. It was easy to slip out when Adrien and Nino shared a room while Alya and Alix were the same and they had stuff pillows under the blankets in case one of the chaperones does a bed check. They managed to get up to the roof, unseen with the help of the Fox miraculous.

There was a slightly muted thud which he heard thanks to his enhanced hearing and alerted Chat Noir to the arrival of the Bats.

“Ti- I mean Red Robin.” Chat Noir ran and hugged his boyfriend.

Until he heard throat-clearing and realised it came from the Batman.

Chat Noir hoped that his embarrassment wasn’t visible as he slightly moved away from Red Robin.

“Ummm, bonjour, Monsieur Batman, sir. I- um We- errr,” Adrien stuttered under the intense gaze from Batman, “So anyways, LB called me and they were a bit late because Shadowmoth had the worst timing. Am I right?” He gave a nervous chuckle, “It’s one of the recurring akuma which are easier to deal with unless Shadowmoth gave them a power up. Which might take a bit longer. But they will definitely be here. Definitely. So um-” Adrien babbled, nervous because while he had experiences with Jack Drake and the Brucie Wayne persona, Batman was on a different level than the other two and he was losing his cool.

“Relax, Batman’s not going to hurt you.” Red Robin rubbed his shoulders.

Just then, like the miracle she is, a blue portal opened to allow three people Chat Noir was very happy to see pass through.

“LB! I am so glad you showed up.” Chat Noir hugged his best friend.

A cough came from where the two other heroes were standing from the sides.

“Sorry, I am glad to see you too. Viperion and Ryuko.”

“Yeah, sorry for being late,” Ladybug said in a professional tone, bringing her hand out towards Batman for a handshake, “Shadowmoth has been very active these days. Anyways, thank you for meeting us.”

Batman accepted it, “The Justice League has been wanting to make contact with you for a while now. Sorry that we haven’t been unable to find out about the situation in Paris until this year. We have monitored you from afar and I see that you have done a great job keeping the akumas under control by yourselves. What can we help you with?”

“Yes. First-” Ladybug stopped mid-sentence as she stared at Robin.

“Ladybug?” Batman asked, confused.

The heroine ignored him and glared at Robin who also looked confused.

“You!” Ladybug pointed at him menacingly, “Al Ghul, you fucking bitch. Why are you still alive?!”

Robin lets out a curse in recognition to which Batman reprimanded with a “Language”. “The same goes for you, Cheng. I thought you blew yourself in Taiwan,” Robin hissed.

“Whatever. You owe me for saving your life.” Ladybug retorted.

Chat Noir made a time-out gesture, “Hold on, you two know each other? And what is this about blowing yourself up, LB?”

Ladybug sighed, “I will give you the long story later but Al Ghul and I do know each other. That’s because we were once engaged.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone looked back and forth between the bird and the ladybug.

“Those weren’t rumours?” Red Hood said, voice filled with disbelief.

“You knew Baby Bat was married?” Nightwing turned his head towards Red Hood.

“I am not married, you idiots. Only engaged. Grandfather wanted to unite the power of the Chengs with ours so he proposed an engagement between the two of us.” Robin explained.

“The old man got too greedy. The engagement got cancelled and our clans had been feuding until the League’s fall.” Ladybug continued.

“Is this a Romeo and Juliet kinda thing?” Rena Rouge asked.

“Fuck no. I think we are cousins, something-times-removed through our grandmother or something.” Ladybug looked disgusted at the idea and Robin had a similar look of disgust on his face.

“And I am not marrying a child,” She added.

Robin scowled, “Just because you are three years older than me, does not mean you can call me a child. But I will express a similar sentiment about not marrying you.”

“That’s effed up. I thought Ra’s can’t get more crazy.” Red Robin shuttered at the thought.

“Hello,” Bunnyx cut in, “I thought we are discussing the Shadowmoth thing and not about what family problems LB and Robin has with the crazy grandpa.”

“Right,” Ladybug cleared her throat and went into details about Paris and what help they required.

—--

“Monsieur Batman, there is one last thing I need to talk to you about,” Ladybug said, her eyes telling him that it was important. The others had left for patrol, joined by a few of the Miraculous Court so the Bats can assess the Court’s ability. The only ones left on the rooftop were Batman, Ladybug, Chat Noir and Red Robin.

“Robin, you can come out,” Ladybug called out.

“Tch.” Robin appeared from where he was hiding after he had done his rounds, mad that he had been discovered.

“Chat, how about you go with Red Robin? It’s not about Shadowmoth.”

“You okay, LB?” Chat Noir gave her a look of concern.

“I am fine, Chat. Just family secrets.” She gave him a small smile as an apology.

“It’s fine. I get it.” Chat Noir reassured her and turned to Red Robin, “So about this place you said you would show me.”

“Oh you are going to love this.” Red Robin grabbed his boyfriend tightly and grappled away.

Once they were out of sight, Ladybug turned back towards the father and son pair, “Okay, I lied. It was about Shadowmoth’s potential identity. I just didn’t want Chat to know about this.”

“And you used me as an excuse to get rid of them?” Robin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“A very convenient one,” Ladybug replied, causing another round of bickering.

“Back to what you were talking about. This information is somehow related to Chat Noir.” Batman cuts in to which Ladybug nodded.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that it was family secrets. This will break Chaton if he knew,” Ladybug nervously said, “Since I started home-schooling and getting the support of my parents, I have been using my free time and family’s resources to investigate who Shadowmoth might be. We already know that he is in regular contact with Lila Rossi and Felix Fathom, Adrien’s cousin, is aware of who he is. There’s not much evidence but the only one with the connection with the two is…” She trailed off.

“You already have a suspect.”

“Gabriel Agreste might be Shadowmoth.” Ladybug revealed before going into more details about her theory.

Somewhere a little far from the rooftop, sitting together on a perch, hidden by the shadows, Chat Noir covered his mouth with his hands as tears flowed down his masked cheeks while Red Robin hugged him tightly to offer comfort.

—--

The saying ‘Curiosity killed the Cat’ could be said of Adrien.

There were many things he wanted to know. Everyone in his life had their own secrets and Adrien had come to learn that secrets were secrets for a reason.

Pushing Ladybug’s boundaries to reveal hers and her unwillingness to tell him anything had cost them their easy-going partnership and broken to the point of Shadowmoth nearly winning. It was then that they had their identity revealed to each other. Their friendship as Marinette and Adrien also took a hit.

Luckily, thanks to the two kwamis’ stubbornness, they were able to build their relationship to the way it was before although there was a bit of tension here and there.

Marinette learned to be more open with Adrien and other people instead of keeping it all to herself and Adrien learned to not be so pushy about revealing them and wait for them to be told when the time comes.

That said, Marinette’s family history is one of the things that everyone in the Court wanted to know about. They knew there was something off and there were times when something didn’t fit quite right with the image of a very friendly family that runs a bakery business. The Dupain-Chengs told all of them to keep it to themselves for their own safety.

However, the interaction between Ladybug and Robin had aroused his curiosity.

“Tim,” Adrien asked as they admired the Gotham skyline, “can you find out what they are talking about?”

“They still have their comms in so I can. I was going to do it anyway because I want to know what their deal is.”

After a few minutes, Ladybug’s voice can be heard through Red Robin’s ear piece which the two boys huddled around.

“...didn’t want Chat to know about this.”

“And you used me as an excuse to get rid of them?”

“A very convenient one.”

“What did LB want me to not know about?” Chat Noir thought out loud as the pair bickered.

“Back to what you were talking about. This information is somehow related to Chat Noir.”

Batman’s gruff voice cuts in.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that it was family secrets. This would break Chaton if he knew. Since I started home-schooling and getting the support of my parents, I have been using my free time and family’s resources to investigate who Shadowmoth might be. We already know that he is in regular contact with Lila Rossi and Felix Fathom, Adrien’s cousin, is somehow aware of who he is. There’s not much evidence but the only one with the connection between the two…”

Tim connected the dots about what the topic was about. He looked over at his boyfriend to find his cat green eyes watery.

“You already have a suspect.”

“Gabriel Agreste might be Shadowmoth.”

Adrien took in a sharp breath and choked. Tears started to fall. Tim caught him before he accidentally pushed himself off the ledge and held Adrien tight. Tim muted the comms and whispered a mantra of ‘It’s going to okay’ as he rubbed soothing circles into Adrien’s back. (A part of him idly wondered why the ones he dated have supervillain daddy issues.)

------

The next day, Adrien met up with Tim at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities. He had told Mme. Bustier and Gorilla that he was expecting to meet with a friend who lives in the city. It took a lot of work and Nino and Alya’s help to convince Lila and the class to leave him alone. Tim showed up in the middle of it and Adrien didn’t like the way Lila’s eyes lit up when Tim introduced himself.

“Adrien~ you didn’t tell me that your friend was a Wayne,” Lila gripped Adrien’s arm and leaned on it, “Why didn’t you want us to meet him?”

Adrien pushed her away and got closer to Tim instead. He positioned them in a way that used Tim as a human shield against Lila.

Tim  grabbed Adrien’s hand behind his back, hidden from the eyes of the class, and squeezed it in reassurance. He gave a glare to Lila who tried to make a grab for his boyfriend.

She took a step back at the sudden show of hostility.

The glare was replaced so quickly, that Lila wondered if she had imagined it, by the polite mask reserved for formal events and interviews.

“That’s on me. I told Adrien not to tell anyone about it. Didn’t want to attract unwanted attention and all that. The price of fame is big as I hope you will understand, Miss.”

“Oh, I am Lila. Lila Rossi. You might have heard of me.”

Tim lets his grin turn sharper, “Oh, I didn’t ask but I am very aware of who you are, Miss Rossi.”

Lila opened her mouth to say something, only to be ignored as Tim turned towards the rest of the class with a charming smile, “And if you guys don’t mind, I would like to join you on the tour.”

As predicted, Lila latched onto Tim while Adrien stuck to Tim’s other side.

Tim dropped his smile and gave her a cold look that can freeze the Sahara, “Miss Rossi, would you mind letting go of me?”

“You don’t mind Adrien touching you.”

“I have known Adrien since I was a kid. You however are a stranger and I don’t like strangers touching me.”

“But you are Adrien’s friend and his friends are also my friends.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t see the same and I feel rather uncomfortable with your advances. My boyfriend might not appreciate you hanging on to me.”

Lila made some excuses about Italians being affectionate and needing support in case she fainted due to her poor health. (No way was Lila letting a golden ticket go that easily. Famous people have paparazzi following them and a break-up might be bound to happen if there are pictures of Wayne with a girl in his arms floating around.)

The class backed her up but Tim wasn’t going to deal with this bullshit. 

“Well, if you are that concerned for your classmate, I have no choice but to help her out.” Tim sighed in defeat. Lila tried not to smile too widely and show her glee at the victory but the smirk on his face gave the girl an uneasy feeling.

The next minute, Lila found herself in a wheelchair pushed around by Gorilla while Adrien and Tim were nowhere to be seen and supposedly exploring the VIP section together which Tim had reserved earlier only just for the two of them.

Tim had gone up to the Receptionist desk and returned with a wheelchair that had an annoying squeaky wheel, muttering about getting better disability aids at the Museum. He managed to reason with the whole class that this was a better way in case Lila passed out and they would just have to bring her back with the wheelchair instead of dragging her unconscious body around.

Lila had tried to stop the boys from separating from the group but Adrien already had permission from his father to go hang out with Tim since Gabriel was not going to miss the chance to be on good terms with a Wayne. There was nothing she could do but sulk as she listened to the boring tour and cursed Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Meanwhile, Tim and Adrien were having a nice time, looking at the exhibition of the history of the entertainment film industry. Tim had used his connections as a Wayne to arrange the exhibition for their date.

After looking around for a fair while, Tim felt that it was safe to approach about what happened last night.

“So did you and Marinette talk it out?” Tim asked as he caressed Adrien’s face which had concealer on to hide his eyebags from crying and little sleep.

When Chat Noir and Red Robin returned, Ladybug immediately knew that they knew and took Adrien away for a private talk.

“I sort of get why she didn’t tell me. Like she said, there was little concrete evidence and it was just a theory. One of the many possibilities but just a little more plausible than the others,” Adrien replied, closing his eyes and resting his head on Tim’s shoulder while Tim wrapped his arm around Adrien to pull him closer. Plagg flew up into Adrien’s hair and purred.

“There is something else that is bugging you, isn’t there?”

“It just- It feels like she doesn’t trust me. Marinette had told me that she does but I can’t help and feel that way.”

“Why?”

“There was time during our first years as heroes and Ladybug thought that my father could be Shadowmoth because we found out that he had the Grimoire in his possession. Ladybug wanted to investigate it and I threw a fit because I didn’t want to believe my father could be the ‘bad guy’. Then, he got akumatized and we dropped the subject.”

“So because of what happened back then, you think Marinette doesn’t trust you.”

“From her point of view, I stopped her from pursuing one of the big leads we had since we began and I am the son of our prime suspect. It’s understandable if she wasn’t able to trust me completely.”

Plagg stopped his purring and somehow gave Tim a look that said, ‘don’t fuck this up’.

“I don’t think she thinks that way.” Tim soothed Adrien, “The way I see it, she kept it from you because she knew you would be hurt if you knew that Shadowmoth might possibly be your father and she was trying to have it confirmed to see if it was true or not by collecting more solid evidence. I would have done the same in her shoes.”

“You think so?”

“We love you, Adrien. Although her love is different from mine,” Tim kissed Adrien and touched their foreheads together, “we just don’t want to see you hurt. I already dated people with supervillain for fathers so this won’t change a thing. I will still love you because you are still Adrien, the one for whom I would give my everything to see you smile.”

“Tim, I love you too.” Adrien whispered as he returned the kiss.

“That’s my cue to leave. It’s getting to lovey-dovey here for my taste,” Plagg grumbled. The kwami was disgruntled to be ignored by the two boys and then took off through halls devoid of people for something to entertain himself with instead.

As time went out, the kisses became longer and heavier.

Adrien thanked Tim’s genius idea to reserve the exhibition just for the two of them. Between the vigilante work, akumas and the thousand miles between Gotham and Paris, they never got to do makeout sessions like this often and they were going to make every moment of it count.

—----

When Tim and Adrien showed up from their own private tour, Adrien looked a little flushed. Alya and Alix wolf-whistled while Nino put his fist out which Tim fist-bumped.

After a few quick whispers, Tim broke off and walked towards Mme. Bustier with whom he exchanged a few words.

“Attention, class,” Mme. Bustier called, “Tim has some exciting news for us.”

“Thank you, Madam. So this is a last minute change to your plans and we weren’t able to confirm it yesterday during your tour of WE but you are all invited to our annual Thomas and Martha Wayne Charity gala this Friday, which is two days from now,” Tim announced, causing the class to burst into excited chatter.

“Since I know that you might not have brought along formal wear, we have arranged a shopping trip tomorrow and contacted your parents or guardians to send you money to buy something to wear. We will also arrange for you to rent something if you want. That is all.”

Alix leaned towards Adrien and whispered, “Dude, your boyfriend is awesome.”

“I know, right?” Adrien agreed.

“Thank kwamis that Fluff made me ask Marinette to make a formal suit for me a month ago.”

“I think my father hoped that something like this might happen and that’s why he made Nathalie pack a tuxedo. Just in case.”

“Do you know why he invited the entire class and not just you?”

Adrien put his index finger on his lips, “You will find out in due time. Tim told me to keep it a secret. But here’s a hint. It starts with a L and ends with an A and rhymes with Liar.”

Alix mock-punched his shoulder, “You are making all the single people jealous.”

Adrien just laughed.

—----

On the day of the gala, Adrien found a suit delivered to his hotel room with a note.

It was from Marinette saying, ‘Tim ordered me to make this in a week. So you better wear it instead of what basic white monochrome piece your father made.’

Nino laughed when he read the note as Adrien opened the package to reveal a red tuxedo jacket with a gold floral pattern. Its collar and inner lining were black. There was a similar vest, a white shirt, a black bowtie and black suit pants. As he examined the suit, he saw robins and cats hidden among the floral designs.

[Dear god, help me how to describe clothes better.]

Adrien blushed when he saw the words ‘Property of Tim Drake-Wayne’ and a downward arrow stitched near the bottom of the jacket’s inner lining. Plagg and Nino both cackled at Adrien who buried his face into the jacket.

“Oh, camembert, Pigtails is evil. This is perfection. Why did Tikki get her and not me?”

“Quiet, Plagg, before someone hears you and comes in.” Adrien admonished him.

Plagg quieted down but snickers still escaped him.

“You have to admit that it’s funny.”

Adrien’s phone dinged and he checked to see it was a text from Marinette, ‘I better see you wearing it because I pulled three all nighters to finish it on time.’

“She must have worked a lot for her to be this pushy about it,” Adrien observed.

After changing their clothes, the boys headed down to the lobby after meeting up with Alya and Alix on the way. (Marinette had also sent the others MDC originals.) Only a few of their classmates were done but they all complimented Adrien on his suit.

The only chaperone following with them to the gala was Gorilla and the rest, including Mme. Bustier, had opted out for a spa day since the gala has good security and nothing to be worried about.

Soon, two limousines arrived and Tim came out of one.

The black-haired boy was wearing a suit, similar to the one Adrien was wearing except his colour scheme was black and the same green shade as Chat Noir’s eyes, instead of Adrien’s red, gold and black. However, his bowtie was a golden-yellow like Chat Noir’s bell. Adrien laughed as he realised that they were wearing each other’s colours.

“Tim!” Adrien happily greeted and hugged his boyfriend.

“Hey, Adrien. Your ride is here.” Tim resisted the urge to kiss Adrien’s hand. He couldn’t yet because of the Plan.

“Wait, we get to ride in a limo?” Kim asked excitedly.

“Courtesy of Wayne Enterprises.” Tim explained and then asked, “Where are the rest of you?”

On cue, the elevator door opened to let Lila and the rest of their noisy classmates out. Their chattering stopped upon seeing what Adrien was wearing.

“Adrien?” Lila sounded angry for some reason.

“Didn’t you say that Gabriel made matching outfits for the two of you to wear to the gala?” Rose piped up, confused.

Ah. So that’s explained a lot. The dress design itself was beautiful, made of purple silk and white laces and elaborate patterns. Adrien could say it was one of his father’s finer pieces. However, it still would have looked better on a mannequin than it would on Lila and just screamed expensive and pretentious. Adrien remembered the suit his father wanted him to wear and realised that it indeed would have matched the dress Lila was currently wearing.

Adrien straightened his suit and with the most innocent and clueless face he could muster, told them, “I was told to wear this one.” 

“Don’t you have another one? A spare one? One that is white?” Lila insisted..

Adrien tapped his chin for a moment as if in thought before replying with a, “Nope.”

Since he had enough fun out of Lila’s reaction, Tim clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention and announced, “Since everyone is present, it’s time for us to go.”

Lila’s complaints were unheard over the cheers of excitement as everyone walked towards the limos.

It went according to Tim’s plan when Lila threw another tantrum about not being in the same car as Adrien and stating there wasn’t enough room on the larger and more spacious limo the class was given while Adrien, Tim, Nino, Alya and Alix went on the other. Tim calmly explained that Adrien had only been allowed to name three people to go in the same car as him and Lila wasn’t on the list. Lila cried about her ‘Adri-boo’ not choosing her as she held Adrien in a desperate grip. However, Adrien had the courage to do whatever he wanted and face no immediate consequences since his father was thousands miles away in another country.

He pushed her off, “Lila, I never said this before but you make me uncomfortable. You may say that it’s because Italians are affectionate people or whatever but it doesn’t change the fact that I hate the feeling of you touching me everywhere. I also don’t like that you go around telling people that we are dating when we are not and you ignore me when I say not to do that. I also have someone else I like.”

“It’s Marinette, isn’t it?” Lila accused him.

Adrien rolled his eyes.

“Marinette isn’t even here. And no, it’s not her. He is someone very special to me.”

The class gasped in surprise at the reveal.

Adrien continued, “He listens to what I want and does everything to make me happy. He doesn’t care about my looks, or money, or fame. He only sees me as Adrien. Not Adrien Agreste the model. And I am very happy that he likes me back. So fuck off, Lila.”

Adrien hurried and got into the car while Lila stood there in shock. Alix, Alya and Nino quickly followed. (trying to hold in their giggles.) Gorilla got into the front passenger seat.

“We will see you at the gala,” Tim cheerfully waved at the class before closing the door and the limo drove off.

-------

Camera lights flashed as they exited the limo and reporters tried to grab their attention. While the Miraculous Team was used to it as heroes, it was different from the attention they were being currently given.

The class later arrived and were mostly flustered by the reception. Lila tried to ignore what had happened at the hotel and just enjoyed the red carpet moment that she believed was for her. However, there was less enthusiasm from the sidelines than she was pleased with. But you have to take what you can get.

Suddenly, the reporters stopped their barrage of light when they were given a piece of news in their earpieces and they rushed to the other end of the carpet near the entrance where Adrien and Tim were posing side by side, with arms wrapped around each other.

Lila’s heart stopped when she realised what the reporters were shouting at the couple,

“Tim and Adrien, is it true? Are you two dating? How long have you been together? Why come out now?”

Tim raised his hand for silence and the reporters quieted down like obedient dogs eager for treats, “You must be talking about that post Adrien made earlier this evening so to answer your questions,” He and Adrien leaned towards each other for a passionate kiss which had Lila screaming internally in rage and the crowd roaring in delight.

“I hope that will suffice.” Adrien threw out before Tim dragged him inside. Nino, Alya and Alix rushed after them to not be caught by the media burning with questions.

Around Lila, the class was in a similar state and interrogating her if she had known or giving her empty words of comfort.

Lila wanted to scream but she didn’t want to look like a mad woman in front of the cameras and tried to hurriedly get the class inside. “We should get inside. Then, we can ask Adrien what this is all about. It was so mean of him to pull a prank like this without telling us.”

The crowd started up again when Jagged Stone exited from the next limo in all his rock and roll glory. He was accompanied by his son, up and coming musician and heartthrob for teenage fans everywhere, Luka and his girlfriend, one of the youngest Olympic gold medalist fencers, Kagami. They were followed by MDC, Jagged’s favourite and mysterious designer, a young prodigy in a fashion world and whom many notorious and tough fashion critics only have praises and compliments for. Many have tried to speculate who she might be but to no avail.

The reporters erupted a flood of flashing lights at the rockstar’s group, Jagged Stone, drawing most of their attention. Lila seethed that she was outshone and the attention she ‘rightfully’ deserved was stolen by someone else. However, since there were cameras everywhere, she couldn’t act out but just continued to smile and wave despite no one focusing on her.

“It’s Jagged Stone!” Ivan pointed out. Most of the class turned around to look at the rockstar behind them who had a look of impatience.

“Can you kids move? You are holding up the line.” Jagged said impatiently.

“Hey, dad. Luka. Kagami. M.” Juleka waved awkwardly from where she was standing next to Rose and Jagged’s face morphed into a smile.

“Jules, my daughter. Why didn’t you tell me you were in Gotham? I would have come to see you if I knew. Anyways, I am glad to see you….” Jagged chattered on as he hugged Juleka who fist-bumped with Luka as a greeting while in her father’s embrace. The rockstar kept on talking about meeting Brucie again.

“Hello, M. Stone.” Rose greeted.

“Rosie, hope you have taken good care of my daughter.”

“Of course. And these are our classmates.”

Luka cleared his throat to get their attention and said, “ Dad, how about we move along so the people behind us can get in?”

The former Kitty Section members felt a little awkward, considering they broke up because Luka didn’t like how the class treated Marinette and falling so easily to Lila’s lies.

“Sure. Let’s go, kiddos.” Jagged walked past the class with one arm around Juleka’s shoulders and the other around Luka’s. Rose and Kagami followed closely behind. MDC, who wore a mask to conceal her identity, didn’t spare a glance to the class as she sashayed past in her gorgeous blood red evening gown.

Lila felt indignant about being ignored and tried not to show it as she followed the other group, cheeks burning from humiliation. Luckily for her, the class was in awe of meeting one of their favourite celebrities to question why Lila wasn’t mentioned at all during the conversation.

And MDC, there was something about the way the designer stare at her throughout the conversation between Jagged and the class that made Lila feel uneasy.

—------

The class stepped into the large ballroom, looking like they had stepped into a movie. Elegant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, a pyramid made of champagne flute glasses, a buffet table laid out with mouth-watering appetisers to snack on, a fountain with a statue of a nearly naked woman pouring out water from her golden pitcher, classical music softly played by musicians from a balcony while rich and fancy danced, chatted and mingled among themselves.

Lila’s mouth was wide open in shock. The events she had been attending as Adrien’s plus one, thanks to Gabriel, weren’t as lavish as the one before her. While Timothy might be out, Bruce Wayne had adopted several over the years and she just needed to catch the attention of one of them. Then, she can go to galas like these all the time. With her becoming a legal adult that year, she won’t have to go through the tedious process of convincing her mother to move here. She could just apply at one of the local colleges.

Lila had unconsciously rubbed her hands together like a typical scheming villain which Sabrina noticed.

“Lila, are you cold?” Sabrina asked worriedly.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were cold. You seemed to be rubbing your hands together for warmth.”

“Don’t worry. It's just a little chilly. I am fine.”

“Really?”

“Well, the truth to be told, I still can’t believe what Adrien did earlier. What was he thinking?”

“About him being boyfriends with Tim?”

“Yes! He pushed me away and told me that he didn’t like me. Now he is kissing a boy just to prove a point.” Lila covered her eyes as if to hide her tears, “He didn’t have to go that far to hurt me.”

Sabrina pursed her lips and said nothing as she rubbed Lila’s back to comfort her. She exchanged doubtful glances with Mylene.

Adrien’s declaration of not liking Lila had given the class the realisation that they had never considered his feelings when plotting to bring the two of them together. Right now, seeing Adrien contentedly swaying to the music with Tim made them feel guilty about how they treated him and only encouraged Lila to get closer to him.

—---

While the class might be gullible, they weren’t entirely stupid. The Wayne Gala was attended by many famous faces, many of whom the class admired.

After the initial starstruck awe of the situation faded away, it didn’t take long for the class to realise that Lila was ignored the people she claimed to know and have ‘helped’. Ignored wasn’t quite the right word. There was no hint of recognition when they look at Lila. Only smiling and nodding before walking away.

Then, Lila would tell them that the person was busy these days or they had something on their mind or she would backtrack and say that they weren’t as close as she had said. Lila really loved making excuses. Sometimes, the class had to point out who certain people are when Lila once claimed to have known them to be like ‘family’.

There was a sense of dread among the Akuma Class as the night went on. There was voice in the back of their heads that sounded a lot like Marinette whispering, “She lied. She lied to you. She can’t do what she said she can. She lied. She lied and you believed her.”

The doubts and suspicions built up. The class didn’t want to believe Lila would lie to them. If so, was she ever really the nice sweet girl they thought she was? While Lila went around trying to find a Wayne child to suck up to, the class exchanged quiet words about their suspicions.

“Guys, I don’t think Lila is who she says she is.” Sabrina blurted out.

“Oh thank human’s common sense, I thought I was the only one,” Max exclaimed.

He brought out his phone, “I had Markov run searches for if Lila had done anything she had said to have done in the past year based on Markov’s recordings of her claims. There’s nothing.”

“What? What do you mean, Max?”

“There should be at least some traces of Lila on the internet, like paparazzi pictures, a post mentioning or hinting at her involvement, some credit given to prevent copyright lawsuits or news articles on the events Lila said to have attended. There’s nothing. Not a single thing. I even told him to run facial scans on pictures of parties that many celebrities attended. Other than the ones that Gabriel was invited to, there is not even an accidental shot. Either Lila loves her anonymity so much that she will edit herself out of pictures which is unlikely given how much she loves being in the spotlight or she lied to us.”

“Marinette!” Mylene cried out in realisation, “She was telling us the whole time.”

“We should have listened when she told that Lila was lying to us,” Kim added.

“Oh my god, what have we done?! We made her drop out.”

Someone slow clapped, drawing their attention.

“I suppose I didn’t give you enough credit. You aren’t complete morons if you still have enough brain cells to work out that you were being played like puppets on a string.” Tim Drake stood before them, smirking like some evil mastermind about to reveal his schemes.

The class spotted Adrien hanging out with Luka, Kagami, a blonde girl in a stunning purple gown and an Asian girl in a gorgeous midnight blue dress.

“Tim. What are you doing here?”

Tim made a displeased expression and explained, “I was going to introduce you to some of your idols that I invited for this purpose and subtly shift the topic towards Rossi. One by one. So all of you will figure out that Lila Rossi is nothing but a lying snake. No offence to the snakes.”

“How do we know that you didn’t set the whole thing up?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Oh please, some of these people have enough wealth of their own that I can’t even bribe them. It would just be a waste of everyone’s time. The most I did was just sent some invites and made sure that they would come. Can you believe how hard to was to get a hold of Tony Stark? And he didn’t even show up. I bet if any of you go ask any one of them if they knew Lila Rossi, they will say no. So either a whole lot of people are lying or your ‘friend’ lied to you. I don’t know why. For the popularity.  Fame. Or just some lap dogs she can use to get through school. I don’t know but I know that everything that came out of her mouth is not true.”

“Why are you doing all of this?” Ivan asked.

Tim held up two fingers, “Two reasons. Reason one is of course Adrien. He’s my boyfriend and I don’t want her around him. Reason two is also why I don’t want her around him. But first.”

Red heels clicked across the marble floor as they approached the group.

“Let me introduce you to the lovely Mademoiselle MDC,” Tim gestured behind him towards the masked woman who they saw with Jagged Stone earlier.

She removed her mask, revealing a familiar face that made the class gasp her name.

“Marinette.”

“Hello. It was nice seeing you again,” Marinette said in a way that reminded them of the evil smart assistant to Tim’s evil mastermind.

“We are so sorry,” Mylene apologised, “We drove you away because we didn’t want to believe you about Lila.”

Marinette gave her a small smile that didn’t look forgiving, “Save your apologies until this whole fiasco is over.”

She took out her phone and all of their phone dinged as they all received the link she texted.

“What’s this?” Kim asked as they all opened it. Sabrina dropped her phone in shock at the news articles about Lila’s past victims. Chills went down their spines as they kept scrolling, unable to look away in horror because this was someone they went to school with every day and smiled at them so innocently. They were all playthings to her.

“Lila wouldn’t. She wouldn’t do something like this.”

Marinette’s face remain neutral as she replied, “But she did. She just hadn’t had the chance to go that far yet. I got out before I became one of them.” Marinette pointed to the phones to show what she meant.

Suddenly, Tim and Marinette looked in the same direction and the class followed their gazes to Lila was making her way through a crowd towards them. Marinette put her mask back on and the two blended into the surroundings like they were never there.

Lila grinned, happy that Duke Thomas-Wayne, newest addition to the family, gave her his fake number. He was still a little green and awkward but she can work with it.

Now, today she just got ‘dumped’ by Adrien and got the class’s sympathy. She could play into that and milk it for all it’s worth for the last few months until graduation. Then, she could make an effort of moving on from Adrien and slowly introduce Duke as her new love interest.

The only problem might be Gabriel. He might terminate her modelling contract since she let something like Adrien’s boyfriend slip through. Once she managed to get Duke to be her boyfriend that problem might be easily solved. Bruce Wayne was said to love his kids, going to as far as to built a zoo for one of them as a birthday present. So if one of his kid asked for his girlfriend to get a modelling gig..

Lila sipped the champagne she managed to snatch from a passing waiter and mentally patted herself on her back. She drained the flute and made her way towards the class, a tad wobbly from the alcohol she had. She made sure her face was one of heartbreak and say she drunk out of despair.

However, the atmosphere around her minions were so chilly, that Lila almost immediately sobered up.

“Guys, there you are…” her voice trailed off upon seeing their glares. “What’s going on?” She tried going for meek and confused. The weak ones like Mylene wavered but Kim pointed at her with anger, “We know, Lila. Drop the act.”

“Know? Know what?” Lila tried to think, assessing the risk of keeping the act up or moving to another school and starting all over again.

“Lila, stop. We know that you lied.”

Lila stopped like they asked and grinned so smugly that the class felt like there was someone else instead of Lila in front of them.

Lila opened her mouth and hell broke loose.

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A year later, Adrien laid in Tim’s arms and sighed in contentment. Finally peaceful days were upon them. With Batman’s vast resources, they were able to confirm Shadowmoth’s identity as Adrien’s father. The final fight was not only physically exhausting but emotionally draining considering who he had to fight. Both Marinette and Tim offered the option for Adrien to sit out since it might be painful for him while Tim fights as Chat Noir on his behalf. To which, Adrien declined.

In the end, he got another closure of what had happened to his mother and buried her. The Waynes helped with the media fallout of him being Shadowmoth’s son. Adrien was seen as Shadowmoth’s naive and sheltered son who had no idea what his father id although there were still some wary eyes when he goes out in public. He had donated most of the wealth Gabriel spent decades accumulating to akuma relief and therapy for the trauma his father caused the whole city. He only kept the amount that was left by his mother for college and savings to use until he found a source of income from a job he likes doing. 

The Miraculous Team announced their retirement but agreed to come back if the Justice League calls on them.

Marinette had gone to the Order’s Temple to complete her guardianship training and kept them updated with a reassuring text once a month. Luka and Kagami were engaged while Alya and Nino were each focusing on their careers and college before deciding to get married or not. Alix was the only one of them still using her Miraculous to do Bunnyx stuff. Chloe and Zoe were kicking ass and taking name as the Bourgeois sisters. A pair more terrifying than their mother.

The Akuma class or the part of the class that listened to Lila were steadily getting their lives back on track after the number the she-devil had inflicted on them.

As for the Italian herself. She was nothing but a distant nightmare.

The night of the gala of where she was exposed, it was attacked by Two-Face and Lila got shot while trying to escape. Luckily for her, she was only shot in the leg and just  needed a surgery and weeks of physical therapy. Lila was very upset about her perfect body being marred and the bloodstain on the expensive dress. The class gave her the cold shoulder so she had no one to help her with her very real disability as she recovered.

Lila’s mother went to the school to complain about how her daughter got shot when she was reassured that Lila would be safe and all of Lila’s lies came to light. Turns out Signora Rossi was aware of her lying habits but not that she had Lila was capable of forging her parent’s signature on documents and doctor’s notes, and the many months she skipped schools. That day, Signora Rossi came home to a anonymous thick manila envelope that contained evidence of Lila bullying and harassing people from the her past school and until now. The akuma fight was a tough battle but the Miraculous Team managed to defeat her within an hour.

By the end of next week, Lila was gone and Tim investigated into the matter to see she had been sent to some disciplinary school.

 Life was peaceful..

Until a portal opened up in front of the couple and spat out a very young black haired kid with green eyes dressed in a cat suit who looked at Tim and Adrien with wide eyes and said, “Papa? Daddy?”

#maribat #maribat fic #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adritim #Timdrien #Tim x Adrien #idk what the ship is called #lila salt #maribat class salt #maribat class redemption

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Fashion Disaster

Meet Cute Monday 44

Slight different pairing today Adrien x Tim

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

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Adrien smirked as he saw the message from Marinette pop up on his phone. She lost track of time (again) and was running late. It wasn't like he planned that at all, allowing 30 minutes of freedom to himself to watch the world go by and people watch without any expectations.

Sitting back in the wooden chair, Adrien slowly sipped his cooling black coffee. From his window of the coffee shop watching the world go by in blissful peace.

Adrien watched as the latest customer burst through the glass doors and stumbled towards the counter. The guy was a disaster with his bird's nest hair. His dark designer jeans were on backwards. He had two different shoes on, one blue sneaker and a brown loafer, both being for the left foot. His t-shirt was on inside out and the hoodie he had wrapped around his waist was threadbare in places and seemed to have a dubious stain upon it.

The man leant on the wooden counter like it was the only thing holding him up and mumbled his order to the barista, who in turn rolled their eyes and started working on whatever the guy requested. It was when he fumbled looking for his wallet that he seemed to register the eye sore disaster he was with his pale cheeks bursting into flames.

Snorting into his coffee, Adrien lowered his face so his hair could cover his gaze and watch him. This guy would give his father a heart attack. He’d have caused Marinette to screech before going off on a rant with the clashing designer and threadbare clothes he wore. Despite the chaos the man exuded, he wasn’t unattractive. Adrien could see hints of blue eyes, and though his dark hair was… just a mess… it looked soft if he ever got the chance to run his hand through it. His clothes hid the muscles he obviously had well, but how he held himself hinted at the power contained within his body.

Ignoring the man as he moved to collect his coffee, Adrien looked out of the window at the passing noise while he soaked in the background humanity he loved to hear. The sun was perfectly hitting his table basking him in its warmth while he waited for his friend. He closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of his coffee when he felt, more than heard, a person sitting opposite him.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

Opening his emerald eyes, Adrien found him face to face with icy storm blue eyes of his chaotic stranger.

“It’s ok, I’m early.”

“My brother was being Dick, and didn’t let me know until the last minute. I kinda left the house in a rush.”

“Ahhh siblings are known to cause headaches. Not that I would know, but it’s what I’m told.”

“I just got myself a coffee, but if you’d like, I can buy you another one… I really am sorry I’m late.”

“Seriously it’s ok. I’ll pass on the coffee for the moment, I still have half a cup.”

Adrien smiled at the man bemusedly as he held back a laugh as he suspected a mistaken identity was occurring.

“So, my brother hasn’t really told me much about you other than he thought we had to meet. Do I want to know what he’s told you about me?”

“You can rest assured that your brother has told me nothing about you. I promise. This is all new to me as it is to you, he didn’t even tell me your name.”

“Tim…. Is it bad when I say that all the info I got was about meeting ‘this blonde guy’?”

A Cheshire smile grew on Adrien’s face at the comment. It wasn’t often he wasn’t recognised and to be known as ‘this blonde guy’ was a nice novel feeling rather than ‘Adrien Agreste face of Gabriel’. The guy had obviously mistaken him for someone and a quick glance around the cafe showed that he was the only blonde here. Whoever this attractive disaster came here obviously left a while ago. Taking the gift for what is was Adrien leant forward keen to get to know Tim.

“Adrien. So, Tim, what do you like to do when you’re not being set up by siblings?”

Thirty minutes flew by too quickly as Adrien conversed and fell… slightly… a smidgingly for Tim as they chatted about distant parents and unachievable expectations. How their fathers changed upon their mothers' deaths. About spending their teen years growing up in cities hounded by villains wearing hideous costumes. He was lost listening to Tim talk about his love of photography when there was a whirlwind of a person crashing through the quiet coffee shop's door.

Unlike Tim, the person was relatively well put together but still stumbled to the counter looking out of breath and asked for what Adrien knew was going to be a coffee monstrosity. Marinette stood out much like Tim, how she held herself belying her strength rather than overt muscles. It was when she plonked herself down next to Adrien and Tim that Tim seemed to have clocked her and looked confused and slightly hurt.

“Sorry Adri! I really did lose track of time. Tikki was in a cookie coma and didn’t notice until it was well… late….. Oh hi! You found someone to talk to. Hi! I’m Marinette, this goofball's friend/sister/partner in crime… not the illegal kind… promise! Just in like ummm pranks and having each other’s back stuff… mon dieu! I’m making a mess."

Adrien watched as Tim analytically observed his disaster friend as she analytically took in Tim while she took a large gulp of her caffeinated poison.

“Oh my god!!! What are you wearing?!? Is your top inside out???!”

Marinette's outburst caused both men to reel backwards as her eyes were blown in horror. As Marinette's eyes darted between the pair she grabbed Adriens hand.

"Is this the one?? Is he perfect? This isn't about killing your father Agreste?!"

She spat out 'your father' before turning to Tim and lifting his jaw and tilting his chin looking at his face with her designing critical eyeset. Tim just carefully tried to pry his face away from the zealous woman and stare at Adrien.

"Mars! Yes. Yes. No. Please. Chill. No more designing, coffee and croissant time."

"These croissants are an insult to croissants everywhere, Agreste. And I can work with this, he had good bone structure, perfect eye colour for this year's theme."

"Mars! Perhaps a few steps back, we've just met!! Sorry Tim. Mars is a designer and she's in a creative flurry at the moment. This was meant to be her break time so Alya doesn't kill us both. She's harmless really. But I forgot to say that earlier… you are aware that your clothes are all back to front and inside out?"

"I was vaguely aware but had forgotten… I lost track of time a little while chatting to you. Agreste? As in Gabriel Agreste?"

"I… errr… yeah, he's my father."

"Tim Drake Wayne. Of Drake Industries and Wayne Enterprises. I believe we may have grown up in similar circles."

Adrien smiled with relief. The pair didn't seem to care about surnames and who their guardians were, are. He saw Tim glance at Marinette who had lost interest as she focused on a sketch, which seemed to be inspired by Tim from Adriens guesses.

"About 'harmless, chaotic friends', is Marinette single and does she like girls? I think I have the perfect gremlin friend/ex/sister/partner in crime to pair her up with."

Green eyes sparkled with mischief as he nodded at Tim. This clothing disaster guy was brilliant. He was perfect. Especially if he was planning on ensuring they'd meet again.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #timdrien #tim x adrien #adrien x tim #maribat rarepair #rare pair #rairpair

[ghostdoodlen]

Stickers I made somewhere back in February? For a sticker competition in discord.

Just found out they became stickers like two hrs ago

You can imagine my excitement

Unfortunately they had to be 320x320 pixels :P

But I still like them.

#batman fandom #dc batman #dc #dceu #batman #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #dick grayson #richard grayson #tim drake #barbra gordon #ibispaintx #james gordon #adrien agreste #unfortunately i do not have Marinette #maribat #STICKERSS #mlb x dc #ash's doodles

[mochinek0]

Diner Girl

"So, we finally get to meet your girlfriend, in person?" Tim questioned.

"I'm already regretting this decision." Damian declared.

Jason chuckled, "Why? You think she'll like us more?"

"More like drive her away." Damian snarled.

"Relax, Little D." Dick smiled, "We won't do anything of the sort. Besides, it's been three years."

Damian sighed as they pulled up to the diner. Marinette had stated she was busy working until 5pm. The Wayne boys couldn't wait to meet her and asked if they could meet her at her work for a quick bite. They even said they could head out from there and take her home. He knew his brothers would try to convince her to change and go out instead.

Marinette heard the ding of the door opening and turned to see her boyfriend and his family. She smiled and looked at the clock.

'Thirty more minutes until I get off the clock. Maybe they'd like some appetizers.'

The Waynes sat down and saw Marinette subtly wave at them.

"My God, did you see her?"

"It suits her."

"I'm shocked she hasn't dropped anything yet."

Tim quickly took out his phone. He made sure to look interested at it, as he noticed the people in the booth behind them point at Marinette. He made sure his phone was still focused on them as his little brother's girlfriend approached the table.

"Sorry, for the wait." Mari spoke, "What can I get you to drink?"

"Hey, Pixie. Can I get a strawberry milkshake?" Jason questioned.

"Pixie?" she repeated.

"Because you're tiny and cute." he smiled.

His answered earned him a quick kick to the shin by Damian.

"Ow! You brat!" Jason yelled.

Damian flipped him off.

"Ignore them." Dick commented, "I'll take a limoncello float."

"Black coffee." declared Tim.

"Damian?" Marinette questioned, "Chai tea?"

"Yes." he answered.

Marinette smiled and walked away from their table.

"Oh, so she knows you favorites now?" Jason teased.

"Shut up." Damian growled.

"The butter knives aren't sharp enough and you know it." Tim sighed, noticing the girls in the next booth glaring at them.

Tim continued to appear interested in his phone.

'This isn't going to end well.'

Lila smirked as she tipped over her drink and it clattered to the floor.

"Oops." she spoke.

Alya snickered as the drink covered the floor.

"Clean it up, Lila." Adrien declared, "Now."

"Why would I do that, Adrien?" Lila questioned, "I don't work here."

"Well, if that is how you think, I can say you won't have a job anywhere." he replied.

Alya, Nino, and Lila looked at him shocked.

"You can't do that!" Alya shouted.

Adrien smiled and leaned back, "It's my father's company. Father expects perfection everywhere; especially in public."

"But my wrist hurts!" Lila whined, "It's why I spilled it. It was an accident."

He sighed, "We both know you're full of shit."

"Adrien!" Alya gasped.

"You are only special in your own head and it shows." he declared.

"Dude!" Nino cried out, surprised.

Marinette walked towards the table behind them and slipped on the scattered ice. Damian quickly grabbed her, preventing an accident, but the drinks still fell to the floor.

"Marinette!" the manager shouted.

"It-it wasn't my fault!" she stammered.

"You're fired!" he roared.

"But-" Marinette tried to refute.

"It's fine, Habibiti." Damian spoke.

"Yeah." Jason replied, "We'll leave."

The manager glared at her, "See! Now, you are making the patrons leave."

"The only reason we came here was to see Marinette." Dick annouced.

"Besides, " Tim spoke, "maybe you should hire Sausage Hair, there. Seems she'll be out of a job soon."

"Were you spying on us?" Alya shrieked.

"Recorded your conversations, too." Tim commented, "Planning to trip her? Classic."

"You're just jealous that Pixie Pop is better than you." Jason replied.

Lila stood up, in outrage, "I'm the daughter of an ambassador! I am a model for Gabriel Agreste! I travel the world and help with various charities! I know Prince Ali of Achu and Jagged Stone. I help Prince Ali in his environmental charities and I'm Jagged Stone's niece!"

The Waynes laughed. The manager noticed Marinette covering her mouth, but she was laughing, none the less.

'What is going on?'

"One: Prince Ali works in children's hospitals, not environmental projects." Dick stated, "He donates to our charities, all the time."

"Two: Marinette knows Jagged Stone. She is his 'niece', as well as his personal designer." Tim declared, "She doesn't even need this job, but she thought it would get her out of having kids thrown her way for unpaid babysitting gigs, at the last moment."

"Three: You are a waste of space from what Blondie was saying." Jason scoffed.

Damian smirked, "Go ahead. Tell her who we are Agreste. You've spoken to us before."

Adrien relaxed and smiled, "You're the Waynes. Your father is an international billionare."

Lila and the manager's faces drained of color.

Damian turned his glare to the manager, "Four: The only reason we were in your pathetic place was because of the angel in my arms."

"What's so special about her, anyways?" Alya snapped.

"She's my girlfriend." Damian announced.

The Waynes smiled behind him. Lila tensed up and looked between Marinette and the Wayne. Adrien just smiled and the manager sensed he had made a huge mistake.

"Come along, Angel." Damian spoke, "We'll take you home and we'll treat you to dinner."

"I have five restaurants ready to take our reservation in three hours." Tim declared.

Dick smiled, "We can settle it in the car."

"Sorry, I was such a bother, Damian." Marinette whispered.

Damian leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, "You are never a bother to me. Though, you also have to thank Agreste there. He was trying to get the bitch to clean up the mess she made, before you came over."

Marinette smiled, "Thanks, Adrien."

"Oh, you're welcome, Mari." Adrien replied,, "Sorry, you ended up falling and getting fired."

Marinette just shrugged it off, "Like Tim said, I don't need this job. I just tired of Alya and Nino dumping their siblings at me for free babysitting gigs. I mostly took this out of spite. I'll be moving out of my parents' place this year; I didn't want to deal with packing and trying to take care of kids for some people who hate me."

"Come on, Pixie Pop!" Jason shouted, "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

Dick smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, "We can drop you off and we can go change in our suits that you made us."

Marinette smiled brighter, "They fit, right? Nothing needs to be adjusted?"

"Are you kidding me?" Jason asked, leading the way out the door, "Like a glove! Best monkey suit I've worn!" making her giggle.

"Do we need to stop anywhere to get you dressed up?" Tim asked.

Mari scoffed, "You think I wouldn't have dressy clothes? I have to travel with Jagged to his functions."

"Rock and Roll!" Jason smiled.

Damian kept his arm snug around Marinette's waist as they left the diner with a smile.

"Move, Lila." Adrien demanded.

"Huh?" she spoke, confused by the hostility coming out of his mouth.

"I need to leave." he declared

"But-" Nino spoke.

Adrien pointed to the door as Natalie walked in. She quickly spotted the blonde's coiffed hair and walked towards them.

"Adrien, those were-" she bean.

"The people Lila just humiliated herself in front of and they recorded the whole thing?" Adrien stated, throwing her fully under the bus.

Natalie glared at her as she quickly moved, allowing Adrine out of the booth. Adrien walked around the mess and spotted one of the dishtowels that Mari had dropped onto the floor. He picked it up and threw it right in Lila's face. She sputtered as she removed the soaked towel from her face. It was painfully obvious by the two toned skin color that most of her makeup was wiped off on the wet towel.

Adrien smiled, "You might want to get use to your new job."

"They know Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Natalie questioned.

"Marinette is dating the youngest Wayne. Unless, Mari puts him in a good mood, Lila is likely to-" Adrien declared as his phone went off rapidly.

He pulled his phone out as Natalie looked towards her tablet.

"Oh, never mind. Timothy Drake-Wayne blasted Lila on twitter. The co-CEO of Wayne Enterprise just showed the world how two-faced Father's model really is." Adiren overdramatically sighed, "He posted the whole video of Lila pretending to be injured and purposefully making Marinette slip. He also posted Marinette getting horribly fired and all of the Waynes calling Lila a huge liar to her face. That's really not a good look for Gabriel."

Natalie tightened her grip on the tablet, "I'll call your father to see how he wants to deal with this new situation, seeing as we were suppose to meet the Waynes tomorrow."

Adrien smiled, "I'm pretty sure that the girl Lila got fired is the Waynes' personal designer."

Lila gulped and slowly sat back in the booth.

"If that is the case, I agree with Adrien, Miss Rossi; I would start looking for a new job." Natalie commanded.

Adrien walked out of the diner with Natalie in tow. Lila sat there frozen until Alya reached out and touched her hand.

"It's gonna be okay, Lila." Alya smiled, "It's-"

Lila tore her arm away from the journalist grasp and glared at her. She got up quickly and tried to rush out the door. In her hurry, she had forgotten about the spill and slipped. Lila fell forward but landed awkwardly, attempting to catch herself. She was rushed to the hospital with a broken arm.

As Nino drove Alya home, she sniffled as she looked through her phone. Her blog was being torn to shreds by people around the world. They were pointing out every lie and detail on how everything Lila said was fake. The comment that hurt the most was: I can't believe this blogger wants to be a reporter! Doesn't this girl know the basics for a reporter? It's called fact checking! Google isn't that hard to use!

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#daminette #damian wayne #dc x mlb #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #long distance relationship #first meeting #diner #marinette dupain cheng #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat #lila rossi #lila salt #alya cesaire #alya salt #adrien agreste #adrien sugar #nino lahiffe #marinette works #jagged stone #fired #accident #natalie sancoeur #mochinek0

[rocker-socks]

Being into DC and not ML is really funny when looking at AO3, but it does force me to ask why Marinette always ends up adopted by the bat family (black hair and blue eyes, i get it) but Adrien never ends up adopted by Catwoman. His name is literally Chat Noir (Black Cat). Its Right There. He has mommy issues and everything.

#selina kyle picking up adrien by his scruff: hold on i need to send a photo to bruce this will be hilarious #also. every ml x dc fic i see somehow has marinette seem to be very weepy and sad and. i havent watched ml in Literal Years but i feel like #she would not be like this. let her go apeshit. she has two loving parents let her refuse batmans adoption. why does tim or damian #always have to swoop in and save her #she is SO stressed you guys. she is so kind and loving but also So Over It. #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml x dc #batman #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

[lily-drake]

Master List Part 2

Master List Part 1

Dickinette

Biosibling!Dickinette: Birds of a Feather Flock Together: Part 1 Part 2

BioDad!Dickinette:

Of Broken Hearts and Shattered Minds

Ric Rolled: Part 1 Part 2

Casinette: Sibling!Cassientte: Stop in the Name of Your Sister: Part 1 Part 2

Bruce:

BioDad!Bruce:

Where is She?!

You've Got to be Kitten Me: Part 1 Part 2

He Stole My Heart So I Stole His (Felinette) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

BioDad!Month (2021): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Everything after Part 11 was posted exclusively on my Ao3.

Found Family:

Watch What You Say: Part 1 Part 2

Adopted Into a Better Life

Drabbles/Story Ideas

Batman Specific:

Why are you here Batman?

In a Different League: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

6 Times Tim Suffered Alon + One Time He Doesn't

#maribat #mlb x batman #dc x mlb #marinette dupain cheng #angst #fluff #damian al ghul #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #sibling au #bruce wayne #selina kyle #lila salt #lila rossi #adrien agreste #adrien salt #cassandra cain #ra's al ghul #the league of assassins #manipulation #psychological torture #batman #bruce wayne #protective jason todd #bio!parent #class trip #assassin!marinette #protective tim drake #protective damian wayne

[the-glass-is-actually-full]

Jason: The first one to make Bruce laugh is the favourite kid! Stephanie: -casually tickling him- damn it! Cassandra: -Pulling faces- -Bruce looking with a straight face- Tim: -running in- Damian told Marinette he loved her today! -Bruce laughing immediately- -everyone laughing- Tim: No! It's the truth! I saw them all romantic and soppy and he has this weird thing on his face! Jason: Wait... What? Stephanie: A... smile? Tim: No. Can't be. He would never do that.

#incorrect batfamily quotes #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous #incorrect miraculous ladybug quotes #daminette #damian #adrien agreste #damian wayne #robin damian #damian x marinette #tim #tim drake #stephanie brown #jason #jason todd #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #dc batman #batman

[tinybriewrites]

The Scent of Ambrosia

Tim was banned from caffeine, and everyone knew. Alfred put his foot down. No coffee beans could be found in the manor, but Tim expected that when he hit all-nighter number fifteen. But the next day, he found that all his regular drinks in Wayne Enterprises were replaced with juice. Even the vending machines stopped supplying coffee. He made it through to the end of work with an energy drink he managed to snag off an employee's not-so-secret stash. The coffee substitute would hold him over till he could sneak over to a cafe. Right after work, however, he learned that all of the cafes in Gotham refused to sell him any caffeinated drinks. Not even tea was spared from the ban. Convenience stores were the same story. So were grocery stores. And restaurants. Even street-side stalls. Any and all establishments in Gotham wouldn't sell him his fix, and he had tried every single one in a zombie-like haze.

The same was the case for the neighboring cities. Everyone refused Tim Drake-Wayne his beloved coffee. He had no idea how Alfred pulled it off, but he would have been impressed if he wasn't so numbed out by the caffeine withdrawals.

That was how Tim found himself on a bus headed to a small town far enough from Gotham for no one to recognize him on sight. It helped that when he was deciding whether to give in to his family's demands of sleep or go out of the state, a faded-out poster of a minor, unknown coffee festival was blown by the wind towards him by chance. He was about to dodge the incoming paper, but the smell emanating from the poster made him snatch it instinctively. Coffee. The paper smelled of the heavenly drink, but somehow it was different. He didn't know how to describe it, but it just was. It was more than coffee. It was Coffee. It energized him like never before as if it was charging up his very soul. He was pumped up as if he had slept for a week straight. Tim absolutely had to get his hands on this beverage, ban be damned. If the scent alone did this, the drink had to be pure magic in his veins. If he can bring some of it home, maybe he can stay awake for a month on one cup.

On the bus, Tim blazed through his work for the next week in under an hour. It was when he was working on the next quarter's research budget for Wayne Technologies that he smelled it again - the heavenly coffee. It was only now that he realized that the hint he smelled on the poster was a mere fraction of the wonder that is its scent. Underneath the bold smell of coffee, there were hints of caramel and nuts and sugar and spice and cinnamon and apples. It was divine. There were even undertones that Tim couldn't describe as anything but liquid warmth and joy wrapped in a bow. It was the perfect scent, his perfect scent - his ambrosia. He had no other way to express it. It pulled him in like nothing ever before. One whiff and he was enslaved.

As the vehicle drew nearer to its final destination, the scent of his ambrosia only grew stronger. Once he stepped down at the bus stop, almost subconsciously, Tim made a beeline for the source of the smell, a stall with an insanely long line.

Tim kept fidgeting as he waited for the line to move, absorbed in the scent and longing to come nearer, but despite that, he couldn't ignore the obvious glances the locals threw his way. It wasn't surprising. He was a stranger in a small town. An alpha stranger and one without a pheromone isolator in a crowd at that. Nearly all alphas always had one on them, as their heightened senses can make a packed environment overwhelming to them. People's pheromones, especially, would shove themselves in their face, making them dizzy from the sensory overload. It was easier for alphas to go about their day with an isolator, but it was not unheard of for some to opt not to. Those types were usually either insane or genius. Neither was good news. Tim was part of a separate category, however. He was selectively anosmic, specifically towards secondary characteristic pheromones. It was rare but not unheard of in betas, especially. Alphas were a different story. He'd gotten pitying glances throughout his life - the poor alpha who couldn't smell pheromones, the one in a billion. Out of spite, he read all about the world of scents, saw the advertisements targetting alpha-omega pairs, and asked everyone he knew how they felt about the sense, but he could not come to a conclusion other than it was overrated and romanticized. How could you fall so hard for only a scent? How could it be so overwhelmingly divine? If anything, Tim was grateful he couldn't smell pheromones. He never had to suffer the discomfort of smelling an omega's heat scent or a fellow alpha's aggressive pheromone attack. He rarely fell prey to his more primitive instincts. His life was complete even without pheromones. He could never imagine what pheromones would smell like, but from how hyped up everyone made it out to be, maybe it would be a close second to the heavenly coffee ambrosia. That was the only way to explain everyone's fascination with it.

The line moved fairly quickly, and soon, Tim was at the front. There, the scent was the strongest it ever was. He could see a tall and slender blonde manning the register while a petite woman was at the back working the espresso machine.

"Hi, there! What size and caffeine level can I get you?" he gave a blinding beam.

"I'd like the largest cup of the strongest coffee you serve."

That made the cashier pause. "...You want the dare-spresso? An epic one at that? Are you sure?"

Tim looked him straight in the eye, "Absolutely."

"Alphas. Guess we need another ambulance," he muttered under his breath before turning to the bluenette behind him. "One epic dare-spresso, Mari!"

She groaned before looking at which idiot ordered it again. Tim was floored. Her eyes were like a wave that threatened to pull him under. There was this unexplainable magnetism pulling him to the girl, and all Tim wanted to do was surrender to the urge.

"Looks like we have another one, huh," Tim heard from behind him.

"Here's some advice, kid," an older gentleman spoke from beside the stall. "There are easier ways to impress a girl than dying of a coffee overdose."

"I'm really just here for the coffee," Tim tried to explain but the blush spreading on his cheeks and the way he had just stared at the barista made his statement doubtful.

"Sure, and I still have both arms," another man with a visible prosthetic said.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone loves Mari. Though, hopefully, you won't pass out like the last challenger," said a woman with a stylish afro.

"Challenger?"

"You didn't know? It was on the festival poster. If you can gulp the drink down straight in under five minutes and keep your heart rate in check, you get a date with the barista."

"Oh?" Tim was definitely interested now. "Can I get another cup to-go then?"

"Oh, god, there's two of them," the cashier groaned. "Mari, make it two for loverboy here."

The bluenette in the back sputtered, "A-Adrien!"

"What?" the man looked back innocently. "If he's that confident, maybe he really can sweep you off your feet."

The girl glared at him while handing over an oversized cup, but it was hardly effective with how flustered she was.

"Bottoms up," the cashier passed over the cup.

Tim smelled the coffee, but it wasn't the scent he was looking for. It was great, better than any cup he had before, but the ambrosia he longed for wasn't coming from the drink. There was a hint of it, but Tim could tell it was from an indirect scenting.

He could think about that later. First, he had a date to win over.

He started gulping the hot coffee, but his tongue was well used to the burn. It tasted just as wonderful as Tim had imagined on the way there. It was like liquid fire in his veins and tasted like a godsend. It was perfect for him. It had all the right flavors, and although the aroma couldn't hold a candle to the scent of ambrosia, it was worlds apart from anything else he had smelled before.

In under three minutes, Tim had finished the gigantic coffee, and he had never felt more alive since he was six. From the outside, however, he looked the same - composed and unaffected.

"Looks like this one has a shot, huh," another passerby commented.

The cashier clipped a pulse oximeter to his finger, and the crowd that Tim hadn’t noticed gathered around him waited with bated breath.

"Seventy!" the blonde announced.

"What a legend," someone whispered.

"Guess Mari isn't the only one who can stomach the stuff," a second voice said.

The cashier pushed the bluenette toward Tim, causing her to stumble straight into his arms, "Adrien!"

Tim knew he should be helping her up, but he relished in the warmth of the girl against his chest.

"Sorry about that," she said, looking away from him. "I'm Marinette."

"Tim," he replied. He only now noticed that the heavenly coffee scent was stronger than ever, and it was coming straight from the girl still within his arms.

"You have a coffee-scented cologne?" The scent smelled too natural for a perfume, but Tim couldn't think of any other reason for the scent if it wasn't from the coffee beans.

"N-No, those are my pheromones," she squeaked, burying her face in Tim's chest and causing his heart to skip a beat.

"Pheromones? But I can't smell those," he said, bewildered.

"Maybe it's fate, huh, bug?" the cashier grinned wildly at the two. "How lucky."

Marinette burrowed further into Tim's chest at the comment, ears turning a brighter red.

If this was fate, then maybe Tim had used up all his life's luck for this chance, and he had zero regrets.

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[quadruple-a]

So my most popular posts all have to do with Batman, but the thing is I’ve never read Batman.

I stumbled into this via miraculous ladybug

I don’t know what I’m doing??

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[the-coffee-fandom]

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[marsrize]

Tim’s cat [Part 3]

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 2 >>>>>>>>Part 4. Summary: Tim vs The Cat. Warning : reference to an injured animal.

This cat was weird.

Not only did it refuse to leave HIS house, it was way too smart.

Tim had set traps to capture the animal and take it to a kennel or somewhere that could take care of the animal. But the critter was not only able to avoid the traps, but seemed to be able to disable them at times.

Tim couldn't understand how the cat was able to outsmart his traps. It was like the cat knew what he was thinking and was always one step ahead of him. He started to feel a bit uneasy around the cat, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be drawn to its strange intelligence.

Tim decided to test the cat. He wanted to see how far the cat could go. He decided to trap the food in the house.

To his amazement, the cat managed to dismantle some of the traps (not all of them, since it had paws and not a hand). But Tim discovered that the creature was able to pick a lock with its claws. It could open doors.  It even seemed that this cat could turn on the TV.

It was suspicious.

He began to make more and more elaborate and powerful traps.

One day, Tim set a trap in the kitchen, hoping to catch the cat and take it to a shelter. But something went wrong. The trap was too powerful, and the cat got badly hurt.

Tim discovered the cat on the kitchen floor after returning from his patrol and appeared motionless.

“Crap.”

He had never meant to hurt the cat so badly.

Tim could see that its leg was badly injured, and there was blood on the floor. He immediately called the nearest animal hospital and rushed the cat there. He had to lie to the vet that he had found the cat in this condition.

The vet let out a sigh.

"It's sad, but unfortunately, lately there's been an increase in the torture of black cats.

"I see... hm... It's disturbing."

Tim kept this information in a corner of his head to analyze later. For now, here he was in an animal hospital with a cat that wasn't even his. His life had really gotten weird.

“Mr. Drake, I'm afraid I have some bad news. The cat's leg is broken, and it has lost a lot of blood. We need to perform surgery right away to save its life.”

“I see…”

His heart tightened. Now he really felt guilty. It was stupid. It was just a cat, why did he have that sick feeling?

“We can perform surgery to fix the leg and stop the bleeding, but it's going to be a delicate operation. We need your permission to go ahead with it.”

“Of course, please do whatever you can to save the cat's life. I'll cover all the costs.”

“That's very kind of you, Mr. Drake. We'll do our best to save the cat. But I have to warn you, it might be a long road to recovery. The cat will need a lot of care and attention in the coming weeks.”

“I understand.”

“That's great to hear. We'll take good care of the cat during the surgery, and we'll keep you updated on its condition.”

“Thank you.”

He had never meant to hurt the cat, and now it was fighting for its life because of his actions. He had to return home. He was really tired, but he couldn't sleep. The house seemed empty. At least when the cat was there, Tim had something to do.

He had become attached to this cat? Seriously?

It had to be said that his current situation was not ideal. He wasn't really on good terms with his "family" and didn't really want to bother his friends with his existential problems. This cat had become a distraction.

The vet called him in the morning to tell him that the surgery had been successful, but that the cat would need a lot of care and attention in the coming weeks. Tim decided to take the cat home and care for it himself. He felt guilty about what had happened and wanted to make it up to the cat.

Tim was torn. He knew he couldn't keep the cat forever. He wasn't ready to take on that kind of responsibility. But he also couldn't bear the thought of giving it away to someone else. The cat had been through so much already, and Tim felt like he owed it to the creature to take care of it.

As he watched the cat sleep peacefully in its bed, he realized that he had already made his decision. He couldn't give the cat away. He was going to take care of it himself, no matter what it took. He would make it work.

With a determined look on his face, he made a mental list of everything he needed to do to make sure the cat was comfortable and well taken care of. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready for the challenge.

Over the next few weeks, Tim spent all his time caring for the cat. He gave it medicine, cleaned its wounds, and made sure it had plenty of food and water. He even slept on the couch so that he could be close to the cat in case it needed anything during the night.

One night he woke up because something was rubbing against his face. He realized that the cat was licking him.

He would deny it until the end, but that day the cat won his heart.

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[intercoursefluids]

Hi! I love, love, love, your work! Holy shit! You gotta be the only one that I know of that does Adribat related stuff without being a Adrien Salter. Jesus, I could literally kiss right now if I could. But I had saw that you had this sleeping schedule, so I understand if you don't get this right away.

But I was wondering if I could get a Tim x Adrien story? With a side of childhood friends to lovers? Like Tim and Adri met at one of the Drakes Parties when they were younger? But also I want a side of relationship reveal, but with Class Field Trip to Gotham City salt. Also, also Tim and Adrien already know each other identities. BAMF bottom Adrien(not enough of those)

Basically all of Lila's lying, Tim x Adrien's relationship, is revealed at one of the Wayne Gala's. Could the only person that knows of the relationship be Chloe? I live for Adrien and Chloe sibling dynamic.

Thanks and please get a proper rest! I don't want you overworking yourself.

Hi, I'm glad that you enjoy my writing but I need to let you know, before you read this, that I *hate* this prompt.

There is nothing actually wrong with it, I just could not get it to work for me, this is the best I could come up with and I do not like how it came out but I refuse to leave you hanging so...

*Throws fic to you and hopes for the best*

If someone else wants to take a crack at this be my guest

Adrien sighed, slinking away from the group of his classmates and friends to go hide near the snack table.

Lila was back at it, complaining and bragging about any and everything, and she wouldn’t stop touching him!

It was so! Annoying!

Sure he was used to it but that didn’t make it any better, especially when it was her.

If Marinette or Kagami had been there they would have separated them (Kagami) or caused a distraction so he could slip away (Marinette), but no, neither of them were there because Kagami was a thief and stole his friend to introduce her to her family in Japan, ensuring that she wouldn’t be here during the schools ‘educational’ end of year trip to Gotham.

Add on to the fact that Chloe was running late and couldn’t ‘bitch her way into getting Lila to leave him alone’, her words not his.

The only plus side to this trip was-

“Adrien! There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, I want to introduce you to my family.”

-Seeing Tim Drake Drake-Wayne again.

Adrien smiled, hugging his friend tightly.

“Tim! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’ve missed you!”

Tim paused, tightly hugging Adrien back before pulling away with a huge smile.

“I missed you too, where’s Chloe? I thought you two went everywhere together?”

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair and messing it up some.

“She’s running late, something about her hair being too frizzy to be seen in public, I think.”

Tim’s smile turned soft, reaching up with one hand to try and fix Adrien’s hair as he used the other to lace their hands together.

“That sounds like her now, are you ready to finally meet the rest of my family?”

Adrien nodded his head rapidly, squeezing Tim’s hand in his own as he started to lead him away.

“Yes I am, you talk about them all the time when we email each other.”

Tim carefully led them through crowds, turning back to smile at him as they came into view.

“Remember, Damian will bite you so don’t touch him without permission and Jason and Steph’s love languages are bullying, they probably won’t be genuinely mean so don’t worry too much-”

“-Cass doesn’t like to talk much, Dick loves puns, and if we start acting out Duke will pretend he doesn’t know us even though he is the one who started the fight, I know, I know. It’ll be fine, let's go.”

Tim takes a deep breath, squeezing Adrien’s hand and shooting him a look that was probably supposed to be reassuring as opposed to the grimace it looked like.

Marching over to his family, Adrien catches the tail end of an argument over someone named Jerry (?) before Tim interrupted them.

“Guys, this is Adrien, my- friend.”

Adrien barely even notices Tim’s stumble over the word ‘friend’ before he gets pulled into a headlock with his hair being violently ruffled.

“Why do you look so stuffy, blondie? This is supposed to be a party!”

Adrien laughs as his hair is messed up, again.

A grin covers his face as Tim pulls him away from his brother with a yelp, wrapping him in his arms and holding him away from them.

“I didn’t bring him over here for you to torment him!”

The one who had been ruffling his hair, Jason if he had to guess based off the white streak in his hair, laughs, pulling Tim into a side hug and shaking him as Adrien is stolen away again.

“So, you are the friend Tim was telling me about, nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie but everyone calls me Steph.”

Adrien smiled at her, shaking her hand.

“Adrien, I don’t really have a nickname but my friends like to come up with names on the fly so feel free to do the same-”

“Adrien! There you are~ We lost you for a minute there.”

Lila's voice is like nails on a chalkboard and Adrien can’t hold back the grimace and glare that momentarily cover his face.

“Damnit. Hi Lila, I was just meeting one of my friends' family.”

Adrien forces a smile on his face, struggling not to cringe away when she comes up and tucks her hand into his elbow, digging her nails into his skin.

“Oh, hello everyone! My name is Lila, Adrien and I are friends, you could say.”

She ends her sentence with a giggle and Adrien doesn’t even bother hiding the small glare on his face this time.

“That's right. We are friends. By the way, I’m pretty sure Alya is looking for you, you should go see what she needs him?”

Adrien’s annoyance is obvious to anyone who looks at him, emphasized by how he makes sure there is no misunderstanding about his relationship with Lila.

Lila glares at him before covering it up and smiling sweetly at Tim’s family.

“Adrien’s right, I really should be getting back. Come find us when you are done here, okay Adrien?”

Adrien was barely able to force out something that sounded vaguely like an agreement out through his clenched teeth as she walked away.

Adrien shook his arm off, rubbing the sore spots from where her nails dug in before his arm was snatched back up.

Adrien looked up, staring at Tim as he gently but firmly started to roll up his sleeve, looking at the little marks left by Lila’s nails.

“Adrien… This isn’t okay.”

Tim runs his thumb over the little marks, brow furrowed as he slowly looks up to meet Adrien’s eyes.

“It’s fine, I'm used to it. People touch me all the time while I’m modeling, it’s not that big of a deal, honestly.”

Tim presses his lips into a thin line, turning to address his family as he laces their hands together.

“We’ll be back soon. If anybody asks, I was feeling sick and needed some air.”

Jason gives him a thumbs up, him and Steph glaring in the direction Lila walked off.

Leading Adrien back through the crowd they head for the stairs, going into a room resembling a study.

Tim pulls Adrien into a hug, squeezing him tightly against him.

Adrien melts into the hug, squeezing him back as Tim runs a hand up and down his back.

“Adrien, she is hurting you. I cannot let her keep doing that. I care about you far too much to just stand by while she hurts you.”

The tension in the air was thick, making Adrien shift from foot to foot as Tim stared at him, holding him down with just his gaze.

“Well, when you say it like that it sounds like you’re in love with me of something, haha…”

Adrien tries to joke, ignoring how it feels more like a dig at himself and his feelings for Tim when he doesn’t laugh with him.

Instead Tim blushes, brightly.

Looking away from Adrien and clearing his throat, a slightly panicked look taking over his face.

Adrien stops laughing, opting to stare at Tim with his mouth wide open.

“Wait, are you?!”

Tim coughs again, turning to face Adrien again.

“Well, while this isn’t how I had planned it, I was going to tell you tonight. I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or if you are uncomfortable being around me now, I’m not going to force you to stay-”

Adrien rushed forward, grabbing Tim’s hands and holding them to his chest.

“No no no, I like you too! I wasn’t going to say anything but I have feelings for you too!”

Tim’s face gets redder as he looks at anything other than Adrien.

“Good, um, that- that’s great. Do you… Want to be my boyfriend?”

Adrien smiles so hard his cheeks hurt, lacing their fingers together and nodding quickly.

“Yes, yes I want to be your boyfriend.”

Adrien lunges forward, planting a kiss on Tim’s cheek, blushing when Tim tilts his head so kisses his lips instead.

“Well, now that you are officially mine, you can tell ‘Lila’ to fuck off whenever she touches you. Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”

Tim leads him out of the room, still holding his hand.

As they reach the rest of the party, Adrien spots Tim’s family, they are looking up at the two and money is changing hands.

Adrien tugs back on Tim’s hand, causing him to pause and look towards him.

“Maybe just wait for Lila to come up to us again? I don’t really want to cause a scene right now.”

Tim sighed before agreeing, leading him back over to his family where they proceeded to spend most of the Gala.

At some point Chloe had finally joined them, from there she had immediately started embarrassing Adrien with how he and Tim had met as well as several different stories about some of his most embarrassing moments.

Chloe had moved onto thinly veiled stories from Adrien’s times as Chat Noir, causing him and Tim to share a meaningful look as Tim already knew the truth about him being a hero and vice versa.

(When Tim had made his plan to become Robin he had immediately told Adrien about it and when Adrien had first gotten his miraculous he had told Tim about it to get some advice.)

In the middle of Chloe telling everyone how he had fallen into the pool on her roof, Lila came back.

Looping her hand through Adrien’s arm already had him on edge, but when she did the same to Tim, he was pissed.

Adrien quickly removed her hands from both of them, pulling Tim to his other side as he glared at Lila.

“First of all, stop touching me, it makes me want to claw my skin off everytime you touch me. Second of all, do not to Tim. If you put your hands on him one more time I will out you as the lying, two faced snake you are.”

Adrien’s voice doesn’t rise over a harsh whisper but the message is plenty clear to everyone who heard it.

Unfortunately, Lila has always been too cocky for her own good.

“Adrien, I know you aren’t talking to me like that. All I have to do is have a little chat with your father and you will be ripped away from all of our little friends faster than you can say “Sorry”, and let's not forget what I will do to your little friends Marinette and Kagami. I can and will ruin yours and their lives if you don’t apologize to me.”

Adrien goes to reply when Tim holds him back, a loud, deep voice filling the air beside them.

“Is that so, Mademoiselle Rossi?”

Both teens turn to see Bruce Wayne standing beside them, looking absolutely pissed. Not to mention that all of Tim’s siblings have their phones out and are likely recording.

“I had planned to speak with you tonight on several matters but I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Lila pales, eyes wide as she stares at one of the men she had been lying about the entire trip.

“My children have alerted me to the fact that you have been lying about me and my family since before you even got to Gotham, as well as several other celebrities I have already alerted.”

“I must say, I am severely disappointed to find that not only do you have a problem with lying, but you are also threatening my son’s boyfriend. Come with me, we are calling your mother.”

As Bruce walks away, Lila trailing after him, Chloe’s phone abrupts into loud, hysterical laughter, startling everyone standing too close.

It takes a second but Adrien is able to recognize the sound of Marinette’s voice with Kagami trying to get her to calm down in the background.

Adrien raises an eyebrow at her and Chloe looks back unapologetically.

“What? Mari had a right to hear Liar-la get exposed and you know it.”

Adrien sighs, hugging Tim as he tries to block out the sounds of everyone around them gossiping about what just happened.

… As well as the sounds of Marinette cackling like a mix of a supervillain and a witch emanating from Chloe’s phone.

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[itsnothappening]

classics | jasonette

word count: 2k exactly

summary: judging by the opening of his mouth he wasn't even done yet. "and," he said, looking over her once more. "it does look rather amateur. quite average."

a/n: watch me and my poor attempt at a pride and prejudice au.

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part 2

The sun was shining low in the sky, casting dark shadows over where the evening birds were singing above the city of Paris. It was indeed a beautiful day—and Alya Cesaire, if asked, would have agreed, but for a completely different reason. 

Her dress flitting in the wind, Alya barged through the crowds of people on the sidewalk with little regard as to what they thought of her. By the time she arrived at the Dupain-Cheng household, she was out of breath, panting heavily. Nevertheless, she ploughed on, striding into the bakery with an air of something important to say. 

"Bonjour, Madame Dupain-Cheng," Alya said quickly, "Do you know where Marinette is?"

Smiling at her, Sabine pointed upwards, adding, "She's busy adding the final touches to that dress she's been working on."

Alya waved at her as she bounded up the stairs to her best friend's room. Knocking impatiently, Alya waited for an appropriate amount of time—that is about two seconds—before pushing the trapdoor open, gasping out her best friend's name. 

"Have you heard?" Alya said excitedly, so excited that she couldn't stand still.

Marinette looked up from whatever she was doing with an amused smile on her face. "What happened now, Alya? Who has gotten married this time? Has Nino finally proposed to you?"

Her cheeks taking on a red hue, Alya squealed loudly, and a few birds startled from their positions. "The Waynes are coming to town!"

Squealing loudly again, Alya tackled Marinette into a bear hug, one the girl awkwardly returned. 

"I apologise," Marinette said, her voice muffled, "But who are the Waynes?"

Alya gasped loudly, scandalised at the fact that her best friend did not know of one of the most influential—and wealthy—families ever. 

"Marinette," Alya grasped her friend's shoulders tightly, "The Waynes? You do not know the Waynes?"

Marinette shrugged uncaringly. "I suppose not. I have not heard the name before."

Alya felt as though she was on the verge of fainting. 

Once Alya felt Marinette knew a sufficient amount of information on the Wayne family, she set about the task she had come to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery for. 

Her gaze catching on the dress Marinette had been working on, Alya felt her eyes widen at its beauty.

"Marinette," she gasped, feeling the soft silk of the dress slide through her fingers. "You should wear this dress to the ball tonight!"

Carefully prying it from Alya's hands, Marinette shook her head in firm refusal. "No. I refuse."

Alya smirked suddenly, and Marinette had to admit, it didn't look very out of place on her.

"Do you want to know what Rose told Juleka who told Mylene who told me?" She asked, whispering conspiratorially. 

Marinette looked at Alya with mild concern. "Even if I do refuse, I doubt that you will listen to me."

Grinning at her, Alya clapped her hands. "Adrien Agreste is coming to the ball and rumour has it that he'll be bringing the Waynes with him!"

Turning her back to Alya to hide the sudden onslaught of red on her cheeks, Marinette hung her dress on her mannequin, rethinking Alya's offer.

"So," Alya elongated the word, asking a silent question.

Marinette sighed, already caving in. "Fine. But only because I want to wear the dress."

Smirking again, Alya shrugged casually. "Of course Mari, whatever makes you feel better."

Marinette shifted uncomfortably in her dress as Alya and the rest of the girls chattered away about the ball. 

"Oh, Marinette," Lila Rossi's saccharine voice ran over Marinette like a snake slithering on grass. Absolutely revolting. "Are you alright?"

The faux concern in her voice suddenly had all of the girls fawning over Marinette, complimenting her dress and encouraging her. 

Assuring them she was fine, Marinette covered her laugh with a discreet gloved hand when she saw Lila's furious expression, her face a mottled shade of red.

"Oh," Mylene said, gasping and pointing in front of them. 

Marinette's gaze moved from the wolf in sheep's clothing to the mansion they were attending the ball for, and she felt her eyes widen slightly. 

The mansion was larger than her own house by a large margin, whispering wealth subtly. Even from the outside, Marinette could see the elegance of it, the intricate, flowery designs that decorated it were a clear giveaway.

As the girls entered the mansion's foyer, Marinette's lips parted into a soft gasp. The inside was even better than the outside.

Soft fairy lights hung across the room, couples swayed and laughter was a clear sound—all in all, it was a warm, beautiful atmosphere, and Marinette couldn't help but let it make her feel good.

"Alya—woah," Nino, Alya's fiance, gaped at Marinette's best friend as his eyes grew wide behind his glasses. "You look—"

Marinette shared a smile with Rose as the girls watched him search for words to flatter his soon-to-be wife. 

"Beautiful?" Marinette offered when it became clear he wasn't about to say anything anytime soon. "Stunning? Jaw-droppingly amazing?"

Nino snapped out of his weirdly stupefied state, and nodded vigorously. "Yes. All of those."

Alya's face resembled a tomato as Nino kissed her gloved hand. "Courtesy of Marinette. Her sewing skills are unmatchable."

"I can agree with that."

Marinette felt the heat filter on her skin as her gaze caught upon Adrien Agreste's formal attire and the way he looked in it. 

"Your skills are amazing Marinette," he said, smiling warmly at her.

Feeling her cheeks turn scarlet at the compliment, Marinette mumbled out a thank you, clutching onto Alya's hand for help.

Quickly seeing it, Alya swooped in to save her, offering Adrien a teasing smile. "Well, well, Agreste. Fancy seeing you here alone."

Adrien blushed a little, shrugging slightly. "Father and Natalie didn't approve of anyone."

"Well," Alya said, a devious glint in her eyes. "Someone in the grapevine told me that your father invited the Waynes to stay with you."

Fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves, Adrien nodded. "It's true. In fact, they will be arriving at the ball—"

He was abruptly cut off when the previously chattering room evolved into a silent hush. 

Marinette directed her gaze to the main entrance as four figures stepped in, each wearing a perfectly tailored suit, fine to the last detail. 

The first man to walk in was tall and seemingly the oldest. Marinette was sure she saw every one of the single women in the room swoon at the sight of him. She couldn't blame them, considering that he was quite striking. Artfully messy hair fell across his face, mischievous blue eyes shining from beneath his hair. 

The next two that walked in were younger than her, Marinette deduced, but equally elegant as their—she was assuming—brother. The smallest one, perhaps one not to conform to society's rules, glared at everyone in the room, green eyes sharp, while the other simply stood there, eyes searching the room as if he was looking for something.

It was the last man who walked into the room that caught Marinette's interest. He, like his older brother, was quite tall and muscular, filling out his suit very nicely. His icy blue eyes scanned the room uninterestedly, lips pulled down into a seemingly uninterested expression. Unlike his siblings, the material of his suit seemed to be impossibly darker, highlighting the pure white streak in his hair even more. 

"That's," Adrien whispered in Marinette's ear, hand on the small of her back, "Those are the Waynes."

Gasping quietly, Marinette turned to him, her crush long forgotten. "Do you not have to greet them?"

Giving her a nervous smile, Adrien said, "I would be more glad to do it with company."

Nodding in answer to his silent question, Marinette noiselessly followed him through the ballroom, eyes firmly fixed upon the lace she had sewed onto her sleeve.

"Good evening," Adrien greeted with a tilt of his head, as soon as he and Marinette approached the Waynes.

The oldest brother peered at Adrien with a quick grin. "Good evening. Mr Agreste, I presume?"

Pasting a polite smile across his face, Adrien said, "Please, call me Adrien."

"Well then, Adrien," the brother said, giving a quick look to Marinette, "Who is this lovely lady with you?"

Marinette curtseyed as per the social customs before answering. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, sir."

Smiling at her fully now, the brother deemed it was time to introduce himself. "I am Richard Grayson, but since we are to be close, you may call me Dick."

Gesturing to his brothers, Richard introduced them one by one, Damian, and Tim, until he finally came upon the one that had caught Marinette's interest. 

"And this," Dick said, hesitating slightly. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Rolling his eyes at his brother—no regard for social politeness it seemed—the man muttered Jason Todd curtly.

Well. He seemed like a bit of a brooder, Marinette had to admit. He also didn't look very pleased to be here if anything was to be judged by the death looks he kept on giving to everyone. 

Adrien gave them all his trademark kind smile. "It's nice to meet all of you. Shall I introduce you around?"

Nodding at him to lead the way, Adrien and Dick fell into step with each other, their seemingly sunny personalities melding well. Damian and Tim seemed to be engaged together, so that left Marinette to walk with the brooding, silent Jason Todd. 

They walked in silence, content to listen to Dick and Adrien chatting until she noticed the glances that Jason seemed to be constantly throwing her way. 

Embarrassingly so, it took Marinette more than a few minutes to gather up the courage to talk to him. 

"Your suit," she managed to say, "Is very well tailored."

Surprise wrote itself across his face before he quickly removed it, eyes emotionless once more. "I could say the same for yours."

Blushing slightly, Marinette allowed herself to bask in the glory of the compliment. "I sewed it myself."

"Well," he said snidely, "Ours was done by a professional tailor."

Marinette's jaw snapped shut as she ground her teeth together. Did he just—

Judging by the opening of his mouth he wasn't even done yet. "And," he said, looking over her once more. "It does look rather amateur. Quite average."

Clenching her fists together, Marinette pinched herself hard in an effort to stop the tears prickling at her eyes.

"Well then," she said, just as icily as him. "Good evening to you and your oh-so-professional suit, Mr Todd. I hope I do not see you any time soon."

With that, she turned on her heel, going to where she could see Alya and the rest of their friends gathered.

As soon as she walked up to them, Marinette grabbed a glass of wine, downing it in one go.

"Oh my," Alya said, watching her with scrutiny. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Marinette said curtly, sipping at her glass. "Everything is fine."

Alya looked at her with a furrow on her brow. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself that than telling me. What's wrong, Marinette?"

Sighing loudly, Marinette put her glass on the table with a thump. "It's nothing. Really," she added at Alya's concerned look. "I'm just annoyed."

"Well," Alya said suspiciously. "If you say so."

"I do," Marinette said firmly, wishing Alya would drop it already because it was only pouring salt on the wound that Jason Todd had made with him and his cutting words.

"Alright," Alya said, grinning suddenly. "Now, come on! Let's dance!"

Dragging Marinette to the dance floor, the girl finally allowed herself to let the tension slither out from her muscles, letting her body flow with the music. 

For the rest of the ball, if she felt someone's eyes on her back, she ignored it, having realised who it was when she turned around, only to see the second oldest Wayne staring at her with an unreadable emotion in her eyes. 

If he was going to be an egotistical, rude brat, Marinette wanted nothing to do with him. 

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9. SFGAE (Jasonette)

SFGAE (School for Good and Evil) au Jasonette where Jason and Chloe are part of the reader world. Chloe expects herself to be part of the ‘Good’ school and convinces Jason to come along with her in school for ‘Evil’. Surprise, they switched. Jason immediately becomes a knight for Prince Adrien, he befriends his rude kidnapper, Damian Wayne, and falls for Princess Marinette, Prince Adrien’s ‘fated’ princess. Meanwhile, Chloe is absolutely having a heart attack about everything to do with ‘Evil’ school. It’s drab, plain, boring and ugly. She wants to go back to the reader world... until she realizes that she can make a better future, where villains thrive. Their stories are twisted, interesting, dazzling and intriguing. Their walls start to sparkle, dark green magic twirling around her fingertips starting to flow out, crawl it’s way to wayward vines to make them bloom flowers with extraordinary colors and intoxicating scent. What would happen to Jason, Adrien and Marinette? What would happen to Chloe?  What would happen to ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’?

"If your heart is as true to me as mine is to yours you would tell me you love me."

"Believe me, my lady, my heart is yours. Anything of my own is yours to possess. Name it, I'd be eager to place it in the palm of your hand. My predilection for you amongst a crowd of women has colored me blind, and I follow any lead you give me. My sight, my lungs, my strength, my will, it's yours, and with such a generous gift I can only hope you forgive me for my inability to say 3 words." Marinette's breath hitched, a stern flat line on her face. She starts to talk.

"...3 words, 3 simple words. I do not wish for the world, I do not wish to own you, I wish to have you by my side and those 3 words will affirm to me that you are. 3 simple words, spoken from your sweet mouth is all I crave for. I'm sorry, my knight, but I do not forgive you. I simply cannot." Jason nods, looking down.

It's times like these that makes him wish he had never let himself be kidnapped, had fought hand foot and nail until Damian and his dragon grew annoyed and left him, all to avoid the pain of right now.

Loud footsteps hurriedly reach for them, and the two look up to see Adrien, Jason's prince, jogging to meet them. He was smiling, waving, and the sun seemed to shine around him, casting a bright halo around the golden boy.

"Jason! Marinette!" Would he greet him if he knew he has stolen his desire's heart? Jason bites the inside of his cheek before smiling at him, raising his hand to wave. Marinette turns around and walks away.

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“Evil isn’t always in the wrong... what’s your name, reader?” Tim sighs, hands tracing intricate details on a crooked frame of his mother. She smiles gently in her picture, hair tied up tight and her uniform perfectly clean. 

Janet Drake was a beautiful woman. Her eyes shone a warm brown, reminding Chloe of home. Her smile was pleasant, and the small beauty mark at the upper right side of it left her feeling giddy. Evil... Evil was beautiful. Evil was more than beautiful. Evil was powerful, elegant, classy. Why she ever wanted to be plain old charming ‘Good’ is beyond her now that she looks at Janet. “It’s Chloe, sir Drake.”

“Chloe...” Tim looks at her, even as blue light sparks from his fingers, cleaning up growing mold from the frame. “You remind me of my mother. You’re ambitious, daring, hard-headed and once you’re set to a goal you see to it yourself that the goal is reached.” 

Chloe preens with pride at that, chest puffing up and a smug smile on her face. She was like Janet? Strong, refined, sophisticated Janet? Screw being a decorous princess when she can be a queen, ruling solo a kingdom of greatness with an iron fist. She curtsies. Well-- as much as she can with a short skirt. “Thank you, I strive to become better.”

There’s a sparkle in Tim’s eye, a malicious glint as he stares at her. “You’re doing an awful start, I’ll say. It would take a miracle for you to catch up to her reputation.” 

Chloe laughs silently, yellow light smoothly flowing from her own hand, fixing up the frame and diminishing vines that reach too close for her tastes. “You should know, sir. I myself am a miracle. I will turn Evil’s winning streak around.”

Tim nods with approval. “I look forward to it, Chloe.” She viciously smiles. 

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Daminette Multi-chapter MASTERLIST

SECOND CHANCE

1 2 3 4  B1 B2 B3 B4

BIO!DAD MARINETTE KENT

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

THERE’S ALWAYS TWO SIDES

1 2 3

BIG BROTHER TO THE RESCUE

1 2 3

AGRESTE-WAYNE?

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

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