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Amira Wayne - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23: Family, Friends and Identities (2)

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Damian sat in the middle of the archive room, assessing his new findings over the portrait he found of his father and sister with the unknown woman although he did have an inkling of who she might just be. 

However, guesses are guesses until you have enough evidence to make them into truths. 

One thing led to another and after coming to an obvious conclusion, he needed some evidence to know that he was right…that he was right. 

Which is how he found himself in front of his sister’s room. 

After all, she must have some clues about the woman that shared the same portrait as her, even if it was from some time ago.

It was strange to say the less the awkwardness Damian felt as his hand hovered over the doorknob leading into sister’s room. 

While there was a logical, or rather, biological reasoning for Amira’s existence, that was just it…

He has a sister. 

He has a sister who he didn’t know about until just a few hours ago.  

A sister that is the same age as him and has been living with their father since she was a toddler. 

He didn’t even know about him until he was four and even then, he didn’t know his name until he requested it as a prize for managing to land a hit on his grandfather on his birthday duel…

And that was years ago…

He didn’t want to thank the traitor, but…if it weren’t for Wilson’s invasion, he would have never-

“You shouldn’t be here.” A voice spoke from behind him, Damian holding in a huff. 

Timothy Jackson Drake.  

Father’s latest charity case…

Even though Drake has one relative left to care for him…never mind that. 

Just how long has he been standing there?

Ignoring the child, Damian turned the knob, only for it to only turn halfway. 

Of course it was locked. 

“Amira-“ Drake started, only for Damian to cut him off.

“What my sister owns and does should not be a secret to me. I’m her brother.”

“Blood doesn’t justify invading another person’s privacy.” Tim argued, recalling the importance of the word ‘blood’ and ‘biological’ meant to him. “ She shouldn’t have to report about every little thing she does. She has a right to keep secrets to herself. Not even Jason walked into her room unless she allowed him in. And that’s considering the fact that Jason was the closest to her.”

Damian pondered for a minute, his hand never letting go of the door knob. 

“Jason…as in Jason Todd?” 

Tim fought the urge to let out a snort.  

“I thought you knew-“

“I saw him once in the halls of our headquarters.” Damian casually mentioned, wondering what Drake’s expression would look like. “Todd looked just like you when he arrived; scrawny and lacking any sense of-“

“Jason was with you?” Damian turned to face him and based on the expression on Drake’s face, it seems like no one knew where Todd resided these past few months… or the fact that he was even alive.

“Apparently you lack the skill to comprehend. I only saw him. Never actually interacted with that plebeian.” He watched the boy’s eyes narrow. 

“Do you always look down on those beneath-“

“When I saw him, he was being restrained by two of our strongest guards, they were taking him to our solitary confinement area.” Damian clarified, not exactly knowing why he did so. “He was thrashing, snarling like a wolf cub that had been taken away from its mother.” Damian began to walk down the hall, hearing Drake’s footsteps softly trailing behind him as he took a turn. “It was a miracle he actually managed to become sane again after emerging from it.

It didn’t seem like it at first by the way he reacted once he was out of the waters…

Even Grandfather found it fascinating to see a person react so violently after emerging from the Pits. He had neutralized the entire security around the waters, something only Grandfather had done.” He noticed Drake tense at his words.

He remained silent as they approached what he recalled to be his father’s room. Or at least, what should be his room if the floor plan he memorized was accurate to date. 

He turned the knob, surprised to see that it was actually open. 

Damian’s enthusiasm was short lived as he found nothing as he rummaged through the drawers and walkthrough closet, tapped at the bottom of every drawer, inspected the floors for any creaks, lifted any carpet he could find and checked behind any furniture he could move.

Not a single thing stood out from the norm..except for a few papers that laid on the nightstand.

Picking them up, he examined them, noticing that they were hotel reservations, attraction reservations, a few copies of money transfers…

“Oh, you found the tickets for Disneyland Bruce was looking for yesterday.” Drake casually stated, taking them out of his hand. “Should probably tell him-”

“Why does he need these? Are they part of some mission? But even then it wouldn’t make any sense. Why would he only need reservations for two people if it’s just-”

“He actually bought them for Harley and Ivy as thanks for- that’s right.” Drake tried to redirect, quickly making his way towards the door, apparently not knowing any better. “Alfred-”

Damian quickly grabbed him, throwing him  to the ground, pressing one of his daggers against his neck.

“Speak. Or else.”

“First, take that off me.” Drake demanded, Damian noticing the small trembles in his voice as he attempted to speak firmly. “Then I’ll tell you.”

Damian slowly lifted the blade, observing every moment from Drake as he slowly sat up. “As I mentioned, Bruce had bought these for Harley and Ivy.”

“Before you fail to mention why specifically Father bought those for Doctors Quinzel and Doctor Isley.”

“It’s seems like you already know who-“

“The Jester and plant maniac? I spent hours reviewing their files down-“

“Right… you see, they’re Amira’s therapists.”

“Therapy? Why would-“

“That’s something you should ask her, not me.”

“Why should I-“

“Just because I know why Amira receives therapy doesn’t permit me to tell others the reason why she does.” Drake reminded him, getting up and dusting himself. “Since it is something relating to her, it’s up to her whether or not she wants to share her personal activities. Even if they are family.” Drake slowly opened the door to walk out. “After all, family doesn’t always mean they respect your decisions and boundaries. Not even being blood related guarantees being understood…and I know that better than anyone…even you.”

With that, Drake left the room, leaving Damian to his own devices. 

Blood…

Ra’s always told him that blood was everything. Blood was family and that there wasn’t anything blood couldn’t do when it came to achieving greatness…especially for an Al Ghul.

And yet why was everyone so insistent in saying the opposite?

Damian decided to not dawdle into the thought for long, circling the room one last time before stopping at a door that he had yet to investigate. 

The placement of the door had thrown him off; the layout of his father’s bedroom wouldn’t have needed a door to the right as his wardrobe and bath were at their optimal place.  

So there was only one way to get his answers.

Testing the doorknob, he let out a sigh of relief when he found it opened, slowly pulling the door forward to see what was inside the room. 

A crib.

That’s the first thing Damian notes when he steps into the room, the mosquito net draped over it slightly obscuring the items within. 

The large cloth hung from the ceiling straight to the floor, Damian slowly walking up to it, pushing the net aside. 

It felt awkward as his hands tried to settle against the wooden frame, his hands hovering over the frame as he peered into the crib. 

A stuffed sheep stared back at him, mismatched buttons boring right into him. 

Now why would his father need a room like this? He wasn’t expecting another child…was he? If anything, he shouldn’t be. If the files he read on Kyle meant anything, his father had yet to procure another being as they are…engaged… 

Damian felt his nose wrinkle at the thought. 

His father, marrying a thief. Out of all the women his father could have settled with, why a thief? Why not a woman of his stature? Of his league?

”The heart is a feeble thing, emotions even more. Make sure you never let those things dull your sense of duty.” 

That’s right. 

Grandfather had always warned him of emotions and the heart making one soft and causing one to stray away from their potential. 

Perhaps he could help talk his father out of this. Maybe help him look for someone else who could- a faint glare snapped him from his thoughts.

Damian quickly picked up the sheep that was staring at him all this time, lifting its ear up to see a name embroidered in gold into the inner portion of its ear.

Amira.

Quickly scanning the room, he noticed the walls covered in photos, drawings and diplomas displayed for everyone to see. Books lining the shelves of a nearby bookcase and other odd items adorning the floating shelves on the other side of the room. 

What seemed to be a table of some sorts had padding on its top, empty crates next to it.

It was then that it dawned on him. 

This was Amira’s nursery. 

He quickly went over to the frames, absorbing the photos of Amira looking straight at him with large doe eyes or a huge toothless smile. Or with a single tooth in some photos. 

Pictures of Amira wearing overalls and tiny frilly dresses, sometimes wearing a smock with paints or food thickly covering her small hands. 

There was one picture with the very same sheep he saw early, only this time, the doll was covered in mud and had lost a limb during play time. 

There were drawings of all sorts hanging about, some of random strokes of paint covering a canvas while there were a few of more detailed scenery, Damian being able to tell his sister was at an age where perspective was yet to be her forte, but he could see her improvement throughout the years…

Damian felt his gut twist at that realization…

Amira had evidence of her growing here, of her skills improving and seeing the improvement herself…evidence of her existence…evidence of their father’s pride in her…

It wasn’t until he heard something hit the floor that Damian realized that he was carrying Amira’s sheep in his hands the entire time, realizing then that he had torn off its eye from the frustration, the button falling onto the floor.

Setting it down on a nearby chair, Damian went back to looking at the diplomas and certificates that he realized something wasn’t right…

“Who is Marinette Dupain?”

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Chloe gnawed the tip of her nail, pulling her thumb away when she realized what she was doing. Although honestly, she could care less about her manicure right now. 

She had other matters to think about, like Alya’s visit.

Just what did Alya want to talk about? Was this about earlier today? About not being part of their party? Then again, she mentioned Marinette.

But what about Marinette? 

Marinette was…Marinette! There was nothing more to the girl than- 

Chloe let out a scoff, biting her tongue to hold in a laugh.

Marinette wasn’t just Marinette, but at the same time, she was. 

Yes, her knowing Selina Kyle threw her off at first, but after knowing that the girl had known Jason Todd -one of Bruce Wayne’s sons- of course it would make sense that Marinette would know the rest of the family.

But then there was the kidnapping…she was just the daughter of a pair of sweet bakers, who would kidnap the child of a pair of bakers?

But what if…what if…what if knowing the Wayne’s made her a target?

Was Alya perhaps going to talk about that? About Marinette’s connections with the Wayne’s? Did she find something regarding the reason behind her kidnapping?

But then again, she wasn’t in the know of the kidnapping, unless Marinette told her… so why-

“-Queen! My Queen! Your phone has been going off for some time now!” Pollen spoke up, snapping Chloe from her thoughts.

Quickly going to pick up her phone, Chloe was about to return the phone call when she noticed Pollen whiz away. On cue, Adrien came bursting into her room. 

“Chloe! What’s wrong? Why aren’t you answering- oh. You’re fine.” Adrien pointed out. 

“Of course I am! Why-“ Chloe tried to deflect.

“I’ve been texting you for a while and when those didn’t get read, I tried calling. And when you didn’t pick those up, I came here thinking something had happened to you. After all, there isn’t a time you aren’t on your phone.” 

“But as you can see, I’m fine. I was just busy admiring the bracelet Marinette gave me.” Chloe showed off said bracelet, Adrien noticing that a few of her nails had picked nail polish, parts of it lifting. He frowned.

“Somethings bothering you. Tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.” 

The room stayed silent for a while. “Sit down.” Adrien motioned to the chaise, patting a seat next to him. A split minute passed when Chloe finally sat down beside her friend. “So, what happened?”

“Alya wants to talk about Marinette. Not exactly sure about what, but…”

“But what?”

“That's just it, I don’t know.” Chloe stared at her hands, taking off the last bit of nail polish off her finger. “Her voice, her way of asking me if she could see me now…it sounded urgent. Panicky,  almost.”

When Adrien didn’t comment on anything, Chloe decided to turn to him, only to find him zoned on who knows what. “Adrien?”

“So she didn’t mention what she wanted to talk about?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?” She scoffed. “Ridiculous. Anyways, she urgently wanted to talk about Marinette and didn’t mention-“

“If she didn’t mention anything, that means it’s something she uncovered while looking at Marinette’s public information.” 

“Public information? What is that suppose to-”

“Alya knows something that everyone else doesn’t. It’s something besides having been Banshee, besides her being adopted, besides being from Gotham and knowing the Wayne’s.” 

“Are you saying Cesaire is digging up information on Marinette?” Chloe couldn’t believe the girl. “She claims to be her friend and she does that? Who does-”

“You know she’s not like that Chlo. We both know that.” Chloe remained silent. “I didn’t mean to imply that Alya is digging up information on Marinette, but rather…”

“Rather what?” Now Adrien went quiet, causing Chloe to scowl. “Adrien, what are you getting at?”

“It’s…it’s something that’s been weighing on my mind recently. Something that has been plaguing me ever since we’ve come back from Gotham.”

“Adrien…that was almost a month ago. Why didn’t you-”

“Because it concerns Marinette…”

“Now you’re doubting Marinette?”

“Chloe, listen…I think…I think Marinette isn’t who she says she is.”

“Adrien. You can’t just-”

“I know, I know! But…Chloe.” He grabbed her hands. “You’re my bestest friend. My sister from other parents. You know I trust you with everything, right?”

“I know that already. But what’s does this-“

“What I’m about to tell you stays between the two of us, okay?” 

“Always.” She answered without a second thought.

“Chloe,” he huffs. “There were so many loose threads and even then, I’m sure of what I’m about to say…” Chloe feels his grasp tighten. “Marinette…I believe Marinette Dupain Cheng is not the Marinette Dupain Cheng she claims to be. I believe…I believe that it’s just-”

“Adrien…get to the point already…please…” Chloe rushed, causing Adrien to hesitate to finish his thoughts more than what he already was.

“I know it sounds crazy and believe me, I’ve been in denial this entire time but now I’m sure of it. Marinette is actually-” The sound of footsteps caused Adrien to stop mid sentence, the two turning their heads to the doors to see who was running towards them.

They watched as the doors bursted open, Alya not even giving them a second to question her entrance.

“Marinette is Ladybird!” Alya bursted out only to then collapse to the floor.

“Cesaire! How dare you-” Chloe started to yell as she approached Alya.

“I don’t care if Adrien is here and I don’t care what you say about me having to ask to enter because you have to help me decide what the fuck to do with this piece of information,” Alya demanded, taking out a flashdrive, “because I can’t exactly say this on the Ladyblog or anywhere without causing another-“

“Alya, calm down. Breathe.” Adrien told her as he guided her to a seat at the chaise they had gotten up from. “And we’re going to have you say that one again because we want to make sure what you said was indeed what you said, okay?” Chloe handed her over a bottle of water. 

When Alya took a few sips and calmed out a bit, she looked at the two before taking interest in the bottle in her hands. 

“As I was trying to say before, I found out something I wasn’t supposed to.” She looked at the two before her. “Marinette… 

Marinette is Ladybird…and unfortunately, I have proof.”

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It seemed that with each room he tried to enter to get answers, his list of questions only got longer.

Seeing as his father’s room had no answers and nor did the nursery, Damian returned to the room his brain knew should have the answers to all his questions: Amira’s. 

After taking mere seconds to lockpick the bedroom door, Damian was yet again disappointed with the lack of answers he got from his sister’s room as well.

Every photo on the wall lacked the face of the woman in the portrait. Instead, various photos of the circus boy and orphan joined her in several photos. In others, there were other teens being the main focus with his sister being in the background. 

In short, his sister also knew nothing of the woman from the portrait. However, there was something that caught his eye.

A red haired teen would often be found holding his sister’s hand in more recent photos, the teen often found being at her side at all times. 

While Damian was raised within the domain that was the League of Assassins, that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the signs of intimacy between two people. 

And this was exactly it. 

But who exactly was he?

Did their father allow them to be together? Was he of the same standing as them? 

Perhaps of the same wealth status? And if not that, then what? 

Damian closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he cleared those thoughts away. 

Focus. 

He’s not your top priority now. Finding out who the woman was and why his father had diplomas of a ‘Marinette Dupain’ in the nursery were his main concerns. 

After re-establishing his thoughts, Damian sat down on the edge of his sister’s bed, staring at the photo of what he assumed to be the skyline of the city of Paris from the top of the Eiffel-

Paris?

Why did his sister have a picture of the skyline of Paris? Or rather, how did she get this picture? Judging from the angle of the photo, it wasn’t just from the touristic height of the tower, but rather the very top, from the antenna of the tower itself…

“I have a few things left to do before I have to go elsewhere.” 

“Duties? Robin?”

His sister’s words from before her departure rang in his head. 

Just what were her duties in Paris? What drove her to Paris that made her not want to take the mantle of Robin?

Seems like there was only one thing left to do: visit his sister.

But first, he had some research he had to do before heading there.

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The three teens looked at the screen in front of them, Alya barely holding in her tears while Chloe tore off a tip of her nail she had been chewing this entire time. 

Alya had decided to run through all of her data she had gathered that proved Marinette being Ladybird, screen mirroring Chloe’s laptop screen to a nearby tv to allow the three of them to see everything clearly. 

To see the facts Marinette had hidden from them all this time. 

From her mystery filled family background to her ability to adapt to any challenge thrown her way to knowing government related issues regular civilians shouldn’t know about...

“And you’re sure you haven’t told anyone-“

“For the last time Adrien, no!” Alya shrieked, finally letting the tears spill. “I’ve only found out now! Everything clicked when I left the Dupain-Cheng’s, I-“ Alya let out a frustrated scream, pulling at her hair. “What am I supposed to do with this?! Tell me, what-“

“Alya, please! This is…this is just as-'' Chloe dug her nails into the palm of her hand. “If she’s really Ladybird, then she must’ve had her reasons. I mean, Hawkmoth! 

She couldn’t just go and reveal herself to us. Can you imagine what would have happened if Hawkmoth knew that we knew who she was? 

He could’ve used us against her. And I don’t ever want to go against her!”

“Because of Banshee?” Alya dared to ask.

“What? No!” Chloe shrieked, appalled Alya would ever say something like that regarding their friend. “Because if she’s Ladybird, then I can’t risk endangering one of Paris’ vigilantes! And…

And…because she’s my friend, Alya. And the last thing I wanna do is hurt my friends, even outside of being a Victim.”

“Is that why you came to tell us?” Adrien asked, hating the pit he felt in his stomach after hearing Alya’s question. “Are you…are you afraid of Marinette turning into something like Banshee again?”

Alya opened her mouth to refute, only to clamp it shut when she saw Chloe’s wide eyes. 

“Cesaire. What the-“

“No! Yes! I don’t know!” Alya slumped to the floor. “I’m worried that one of us might get akumatized again and-“

“Again?” 

“Alya, what do you mean by again?”

“If Marinette knows that I know that she is Ladybird, her emotions will get the best of her if I decide to confront her and ask if she truly is Ladybird. She won’t turn into Banshee per se, but she could turn into something just as powerful and if not, worse. And if she decides to lie to me fully knowing my evidence is correct, being called a liar…I’m afraid…I’m afraid I must just- I just…I don’t want anyone to fall into Hawkmoth’s manipulation again.” 

Alya hugged her knees, her head pressed against them. “ I don’t want to fall into this manipulation again…I don’t ever want to go through that again...”

“You keep saying again…were you akumatized before?” Adrien asked. Seconds ticked before Alya raised her head to look at him. 

“LadyWifi. That’s how I realized Marinette was Ladybird. While we were talking, I brought up therapy and tried to tell her how she had to power through all of this…even when we feel like we should be punished for something we weren’t aware that we did…

It was then that she mentioned LadyWifi. 

No one should’ve known that I was LadyWifi and when I realized this..” she quietly trailed off. “I got so excited to know I wasn’t the only one who felt this way that nothing alarmed me at first and when it finally dawned on me...it was too late.

I had connected the dots and now…everything she had ever said to me makes sense…and now I can’t do anything to help her because I fear I’ll do more harm than good if I try to approach her…

And that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t ever want to hurt those close to me, those dear to me. Because unlike you Chloe, I have hurt my friends and family before and before you say anything, you aren’t going to be the first one to tell me about this, nor the last. 

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ LadyWifi wasn’t really you. Her actions weren’t yours. You weren’t in control.’ But that’s exactly what bothers me!

Because it was me. Because it was me. 

Just because I don’t remember being LadyWifi doesn’t mean I wasn’t at fault!

After all, it was my fault for letting my emotions get the better of me, of allowing myself to get manipulated by Hawkmoth despite being fully aware of the conditions needed for him to take control of you…

While I was LadyWifi, I hurt so many people around me…I hurt Ladybird…

I feel like I should be held accountable for all the trouble I did while akumatized…even if I was being mind controlled…

And since Marinette shares the same approach to akumatization, I can only imagine the turmoil she is going through…”

The trio sat there, wondering what to do with this information, wondering how the three could avoid setting-

That’s when something dawned onto Adrien.

“Why hasn’t he attacked us?” The two girls looked up.

“He?”

“Hawkmoth.” Chloe’s eyes widened.

“Now that you mention it.”

“He hasn’t akumatized a single person since Banshee.” Alya noticed. “How long has it been since then?”

“Almost a month.” Chloe watched as Alya quickly opened up Beetle and Cat, navigating to the page that listed all of the latest Victims, Banshee being the most recent of them all and just as Chloe mentioned, that was roughly three weeks ago. 

There’s no way Hawkmoth would’ve let this type of opportunity slip just like that. 

So then, why?

“What hasn’t he akumatized us yet?” Adrien asked no one in particular.

“Could Banshee have taken that much energy from him?”

“We don’t know for sure.” Alya said as she continued to browse the site. “Hawkmoth has never been MIA before so we can’t really say for sure that was the case. 

It doesn’t help that we don’t know much about Hawkmoth nor the main details of the Banshee case.” Alya quickly filled in when she remembered what Marinette told her not long ago. “The security breach.”

“The what now?” Chloe looked at Adrien for clarification only to get a shrug of the shoulders. 

“The security breach. Marinette spoke to me about the city’s internet having been hacked into that allowed the situation in Paris to be known world wide. Marinette said that her identity as Banshee was leaked and how she has to lay low for-”

“The PRM has been violated.” Chloe whispered, Alya wondering what that meant. 

“Alya, what else do you know about this security breach?” Now that threw Alya for a spin. 

First Chloe and then Adrien. 

Why are they acting more serious the minute she spoke more about the breach? 

“Apparently, during the Banshee incident, Paris’ internet got hacked, allowing everyone in the world to see the whole akuma attack play out, including the aftermath. Because of this, Mari-”

“He’s being affected by this too.” Chloe pointed out. “With the Hawkmoth situation now out in the open, Hawkmoth is being more cautious now.”

“Of course!” Alya caught on. “With more eyes on him, he’s probably laying low to stop himself from-”

“No. I don’t think that is the case.” Adrien shut down, both girls feeling their conviction shrink. “I don’t think he would really care about having more eyes on him. If anything, he would see this as an opportunity. 

Take Queen Bee for instance. 

Even with the addition of more heroes, that didn’t stop him from akumatizing civilians. 

If anything, I think he’s using this as a distraction. He’s using the security breach as a means to gather the attention away from him and let it point towards the Parisian government for hiding this from the rest of France and the world.”

“But why would he do that? What has he to gain from all this chaos?” Alya’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“With this all going on, everyone will be on high alert now. Everyone’s minds and emotions would be all over the place.” Chloe scowled. “He’s not hiding because he’s afraid.”

“He’s hiding because he’s planning something big.” Adrien finished off.

“But can’t we-? I mean, I know we can’t exactly go to Marinette and ask about being Ladybird and whether she has noticed this or not. But we can’t just let Hawkmoth-“

“But we can’t just throw this at Marinette either. She’s already been through a lot this past month. I don’t think it’s wise of us to throw this identity question at her right now.”

“But Adrien! We have to act now! We know Hawkmoth is into something and if we don’t do something about it, all of Paris-“

“We can’t just go ahead and start doing something without a plan, Alya.” Adrien hissed, “We can’t just-“

“I agree, but I’m with Cesaire on this.” Chloe sided, taking Alya aback. “True, we can’t just ask Marinette about all of this, but we can’t just sit here and do nothing either. 

I want to do something before Hawkmoth gets the chance to act. I want to stop him before he can hurt anyone else…don’t you too, Adrien?”

Adrien stared at the girls before letting out a sigh. 

“We can’t just go ahead and play hero, you know that, don’t you?” When Adrien saw Chloe open her mouth to retort, he continued. “But knowing you, I know you’re going to do what you can to get what you want and all I can do is help prevent you from throwing yourself into danger.”

“Are you saying-”

“We have to create an opportunity to ask Marinette about all of this while also making a plan to try and let another vigilante know that Hawkmoth is planning something.” Adrien addressed. “I might know of a way to get into contact with one of the other vigilantes, even if it is risky, but as for creating an opportunity to ask Marinette…”

“We have to make the opportunity as soon as possible too.” Chloe pointed out. “After all, we don’t know when Hawkmoth might strike.”

“And we might need to take Selina into account for our plans.” Alya brought up. “Marinette mentioned that Selina is looking after her at the moment as her parents are in China visiting family and is feeling guilty for allowing Marinette to get kidnapped while in her care. We won’t be able to ask Marinette out unless Selina is there to look after her. And if we don’t take Selina in account, then the only other way we can ask Marinette would be at school.”

“But that would be in a month and we don’t exactly have time to just wait for the right time.” Adrien stated, noticing Chloe having gone quiet. “Chlo, what’s on your mind?

“What about another party? And this time…let’s invite the Wayne’s. We were invited to one of their galas before, it’s only right we invited them to ours.”

-

Amira bit her tongue, fighting the urge to take off her coat and shoes and just run back upstairs. Just thinking about heading outside made bile rise up to her mouth, Amira feeling her hands tremble as she tried to stuff them further into her pockets. She felt as her nails dug into her palm, wondering why they weren’t calming her down like usual.

A few days after the Christmas party, Adrien and Chloe invited her and her parents to a New Year’s Eve party, Amira finding herself promising to be there and promising to bring some eclairs for her friends.

“Māomāo, everything alright?” Selina asked, snapping Amira from her thoughts. 

“I’m fine.” She lied to herself, letting out a long huff. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Selina softly spoke, her father nodding in agreement. 

“It’s one thing if you guys don’t go and it’s another if I don’t go. While they’re expecting both of us to be there, they’re expecting me to actually show up because I’m their friend.”

“They’ll understand if you don’t want to go.”

“But I need to go.”

“Amira,” her father spoke, crouching to her eye level. “Don’t force yourself if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“I’m not forcing myself and I do want to go. I can’t go back on my promise after all.”

Bruce looked at Selina, Selina giving him a shrug.

“Alright. We’ll all go. But if anything-”

“I’ll make sure to let you guys be the first ones to know if anything goes wrong.” 

“Alright then.” Selina said, clapping her hands together. “As much as I like making a grand entrance, being two hours late isn’t what I consider to be an entrance nor can my outfit for tonight allow me to use the excuse of being fashionably late. So come on. Let’s go already.”

-

Amira didn’t know what to expect when Chloe had told her almost anyone she could think of -celebrity wise- would be at the party. 

For starters, her parents. The minute they entered, they were swarmed with people, a few congratulating their engagement, some asking them for the wedding date while others tried to talk business with them. 

While her parents took the room by storm, she quietly made her entrance, asking Chloe’s butler -Armand- about Chloe’s whereabouts.

According to the man, he last saw her with her father, who was just on the other side of the dimly lit hall.

As she made her way towards the mayor,  she couldn’t help but notice a few strangling reporters like Nadja Chamack there and a few play directors like Sarah in the crowd talking with Paris’ most popular show host Alec Cataldi.

She also noticed Bob Roth with his son in the crowd, his cackling regarding who knows whatever new accomplishment his son did causing her to make a mental note of avoiding him at all cost.

She didn’t need to get tangled into a long conversation of boasting with a man who already gave her a bad impression.

Just as she reached the mayor, she was tackled from behind, thankful to know it was just Chloe and Sabrina, the two girls having been tailing her the moment she walked in.

Sabrina tried to tell her something, but the multitude of conversations surrounding them, Chloe suggested they meet up with the others, Amira fully agreeing to going to a more open spaced area to converse in.

As Chloe guided her to where the rest of the group was at, she couldn’t help but spot Penny Rolling- Jagged Stone’s manager and if she was there, Jagged himself should be somewhere nearby. And the minute Chloe had guided her to the rooftop, she spotted the rock singer by the pool, telling Adrien and Nino stories of his tours and about Fang. Said reptilian guest was splashing about in the water, without a single care in the world.

It was only when Jagged spotted Clara Nightingale in the distance that he tore himself from the group, quickly giving them an apology before running over to talk with the pop singer. Something about an upcoming collaboration. 

“Marinette! You made it!” Adrien chirped, going up to hug his friend.

“Dudette! How've you been?”

“Never felt better!” Marinette said with a practiced smile. “By the way, I brought the snacks you guys asked for. I made sure to leave it in the kitchen for safe keeping. Oh, but won’t Natalie say anything about the sweets? I know-”

“You don’t gotta worry about her!” Nino said with a grin. “My dude can finally eat whatever he wants without her reporting to his old man tonight, isn’t that right?” Nino turned to Adrien.

“Y-yeah.” Adrien said with a strain smile. “She let me come here while she stayed back home.”

“Hey, is everything alright?” Chloe asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Adrien, are you alright?” Sabrina looked at their friend with worry.

“My dad…my dad hasn’t been feeling well as of late. It sometimes happens from time to time where he would randomly collapse, sometimes getting fevers and bad colds out of nowhere. Nathalie tells me everything is fine, that it’s just from overworking himself…but…I think it’s more than just work…” Adrien fumbled with his hands. “I’m worried they’re just trying to downplay it…just like…just like when-”

“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe interrupted. “This is a party. A party I worked hard for so that we can enjoy ourselves and countdown for the new year. I don’t want you starting the new year being all sulky when you have us around, so enough of this!” She looked Adrien square in the eyes. “You will enjoy this party and I’ll make sure of that!”

“That’s right!” Sabrina backed up.

“We’ll make sure you party so hard you forget about all the things that are making you sad!” Nino added.

“Adrien,” Marinette softly spoke up. “You’re dad is going to get better, you’ll see. And just like Chloe said, we’re here for you.” Amira mentally laughed at herself. The sweet hypocrisy that was about to come out of her mouth. “If you ever need someone to talk to, we’re here for you. You can trust us, okay?”

Adrien nodded, finally giving them a grin.

“Alright then, what are we waiting for? Let’s start with some drinks!”

“You know we’re not supposed to drink more than a cup, alright?” 

The group of friends managed to find an empty table to sit at and get some champagne, the friends quickly diving into small talk and retellings of their childhoods. 

Hours passed and Amira could feel the jitters from earlier start to fade away over the course of the night, even telling stories of her time at Gotham Academy and stories of when she first started to learn to bake.

Amira smiled as the others laughed at her retelling of her attempt at a cake when something passed by her, the corner of her eye barely catching it.

She ever so slightly turned her head to see what it was only to feel her heart stop and drop to the pits of her stomach.

Dark purple wings barely made it through the shut roof doors, but she knew that shade of purple all too well.

Hawkmoth’s butterflies’ wings. As in…an akuma…

“Marinette, is everything alright? Marinette jumped at the sound of Sabrina’s voice, turning to see said girl quite close to her. “You don’t seem-”

“I’m fine!” Marinette managed to squeak out, noticing she caught Chloe and Adrien’s attention from her sudden shout. “I-I just need to st- I was wondering where the kitchen was! I want to bring in the eclairs I made.” Marinette managed to fumble out, hoping they wouldn’t question her any further. After all, she had to find that akuma…now. “Do you know where it-”

“Marinette, are you alright?” Adrien asked, Marinette cursing his timing. “You seem a bit pale.”

“She says she’s fine. She’s looking for-”

“The kitchen!” Marinette cut Sabrina off. “I want to bring my surprise in!”

“Oh, I can take-”

“NO! I mean, no, that’s- I can get there myself! I, um, I can go if you just tell me how to get there.”

“Oh, I- sure, I guess.” Adrien fumbled, wondering why Marinette was acting strange. Was she onto them? “It’s right down stairs, right under us, in fact.”

“Under us? Alright. Thanks!” Without a second to lose, Amira bolted towards the glass dome, making sure each step she toko connected with the step, making sure she held onto the railing as she walked down the spiral stairway.  

She cursed herself when she realized she lost the butterfly when a faint trail of miasma seeped from the doors that lead to the staff stairwell. 

Without missing a beat, Amira followed, apologizing whenever she almost knocked someone over as she went to the stairwell, her eye barely catching the miasma as it went to a lower level, Amira stepping into the new floor, noticing the miasma seeping out of another pair of doors yet again.

Rushing towards the doors, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise when her hand touched the door handle. 

Pushing the doors inwards, Amira scanned the room, wondering where she was at. She circled around the round table, admiring the neatly composed white rose bouquet. She picked up on the two open doorways on either side of the room, wondering where she should start with to search for the aku- 

“Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I did not take you to be a child that snoops around other people’s homes.” Amira whipped her head to find Gabriel Agreste sitting on the furthest sofa chair, his eyes casted onto the book in his hands. 

“Mr.Agreste! I- I thought you were-what are you doing here?”

“The same reason you are here, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I was invited to Mlle Bourgeois’ New Year Eve’s party. I had arrived just a few minutes ago, but I asked Andre if I could have a few minutes to compose myself before joining everyone else. He agreed, graciously allowing me to have a seat here.” Gabriel flipped a page. “But what about you, Mlle Dupain-Cheng? What brings you to Mlle Bourgeois’ quarters?”

“O-Oh. I-I wasn’t aware this was Chloe’s room…this is Chloe’s room?”

“More like her entertainment room although she likes to try and call it a waiting room for any person she deems worthy of her time. She usually spends her time here watching the hotel’s security cameras or viewing movies…or at least that’s what Adrien says Chloe does whenever they’re in this particular room.” Another page got flipped. “So back to the question, what brings you here when you should be upstairs, enjoying the countdown with your friends?”

“I was looking for the kitchen to check on the pastry I brought for the party. I was told it was the room just below the rooftop.” Marinette spoke, daring to take a step forward, now standing in the doorway. She scanned the room for any remnants of the akuma, only to realize that there was no miasma to be found anywhere in the room. 

There was no butterfly in sight either. “I must’ve gotten distracted by my phone as I went down the stairs as when I walked through the doors, I just found myself in a corridor and not the extravagant hall I was first brought to. Thinking I would find someone here to help me, I walked through the first doors I saw and I didn’t think I would run into you Mr.Agreste.

Although to be completely honest, I did not expect you to be up and walking. I was told you weren’t feeling well as of late. Or rather, Adrien told me that you’ve been fighting an awful cold these past few days.”

She didn’t expect Gabriel to be taken aback by this sentence, or rather, the fact that Gabriel took the time to look at her when she mentioned Adrien being worried about his father. He looked back down on his book.

“Adrien should not worry much; there have been a few times this has happened to me, but this cold will leave me soon…” Gabriel closed his book. “If memory serves me correctly,” Gabriel slowly got up, tucking the book into his arm. It was only then that Marinette noticed what the book he was reading this entire time was: the grimoire. “This is our second time meeting each other, is it not?”

“I suppose you can say that.” Marinette said, remaining where she was, making sure to scan the room with as little movement as possible. “But if you don’t want Adrien to worry, shouldn’t you-“

“Do you believe in fates, Mlle Dupain-Cheng?” Marinette tried her best to not show her confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“There must have been a reason for you waltzing into this room, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Don’t you agree?” That took Marinette aback, almost letting out a laugh from the sudden change in topic but she bit her tongue to prevent herself from doing so. 

“Like I said before, I was looking for the kitchen to bring my pastry to Adrien’s room. But to answer your question, I don’t fully believe in fates and destinies. I say we have the ability to change them.”

“You disappoint me, Mlle Dupain Cheng.” Marinette frowned.

“Sounds like you are hoping I would agree with-“

“I was. After all, we’re two kindred spirits.” Gabriel took a seat at another sofa, this time motioning Marinette to take a seat on the opposite one. Slowly, she took the offer. “Marinette, I need your help.”

What?

“With all due respect Mr.Agreste, what can I -a 13 year old girl- do to help you? I don’t have much to off-“

“Oh, but you do.” Gabriel disputed. “You know how to translate the language in this book, can’t you?” She tensed up when he motioned the grimoire. 

That’s right. He knows that I know. He knows that I still remembered parts of Jason’s journal by memory. But why is he bringing that up now?

“As I’ve mentioned before,” she let herself relax, disregarding the still standing hairs on her neck. “It was my brother who knew how to decipher it. I, myself, don’t actually know much about the language, much less how to decipher it. So I don’t see how-”

“Yes, you did mention that it was him who knew the mysteries behind the book’s language.” Gabriel said, opening up the grimoire. “However, thanks to the small translations you’ve left behind, I was able to understand a few of the pages within the book.”

Marinett’s eyes widened. Did…did he find out about- no.

There’s no way he learned how to properly decipher the grimoire in mere days, there’s no way. Not with the simple translations she left behind. Hell, he shouldn’t be able to figure that out at all!

After all, it took Jason months to even find out that there was-

The cameras! 

She should’ve been checking them more often! Speaking of, when was the last time she checked it? Was it after- “Take the following section regarding the Butterfly. ” Gabriel started, interrupting her flow of thoughts. 

“The Butterfly is the miraculous of transmission, not to be confused with the miraculous of emotion - the peacock. While both are similar in regards to the miraculi allowing their users to grant powers to others, their way of doing so is where it differs. While the peacock user can grant an ally a champion to command, the butterfly user makes their ally into the champion.” 

Silence shortly filled the room, allowing Marinette to hear her heart racing loudly in her ears.

“I’m-I’m,” Marinette could feel her uncertainty continue to eat her thoughts, “I’m sorry…I-I don’t quite follow. How did the translations I left behind-”

“You see, thanks to the few translations you’ve left behind, I was able to see where my own translations were wrong, where I mistranslated and therefore mixed up the actual meaning of various pages of information.” Gabriel turned over a few more pages, the flipping coming to a stop a few pages over. “I always mistook the words ‘transmission’ and ‘emotion’ to be the same word, using them interchangeably throughout my translations. 

However, had I not stumbled into you and for you to give me with the little knowledge you had on the ancient language, I would have continued to misinterpret the information within the book. 

And for that, I thank you.” 

Thank me? 

I did nothing.

Jason was the one he should be thankful for. 

Why can’t he understand that it was all Jason?

Jason…she never told him about any of this! How did she forget to tell him?

“You have nothing to thank me for. If you want to thank anyone, it should be my brother..if he was still with us...” Gabriel watched the girl sink into herself 

“While it was your brother who originally discovered how to decipher the language, it was you who continued his legacy.” 

Her mind went blank. She felt her back straighten upon hearing those words. “Or do you not believe so?”

No.

“No.” She ended up vocalizing, saying it as she looked at him. “I-I don’t think-” 

“You see, Marinette. Thanks to the little amount of translation you’ve left behind, I was able to fully translate this small portion of the introductory paragraph of the butterfly miraculous that I wasn’t able to before.”

“Again,” Marinette clasped her hands together, fighting the urge to dig her nails into them. “That was all my brother.” 

That’s right, this was all Jason. 

She didn’t do a single thing to earn this praise. If anything, she was just taking credit for it…

“I just managed to know a few words that- coincident-“

“That wasn’t a mere coincidence, Marinette. This, this is the power of your knowledge-” 

Jason’s knowledge. 

Jason’s determination to crack the code. 

His efforts. 

Not hers. 

She somehow managed to zone back into Gabriel’s monologue. “-even as little as it may be, you've remembered enough of your brothers translations-“

“It was all his efforts! Not mine!” Marinette yelled, feeling her throat drying up. 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

Now there’s a lump. “I only know some of the things that he did and that just won’t be enough! Whatever it is you wanted me to help you with, I can’t help you! I have nothing else to offer!” She let herself catch her breath. “All I did was memorize what he translated and that’s it! I myself can’t translate the book! I’m…I’m useless…”

She didn’t expect her to get a laugh from Gabriel.

“Useless? Marinette, take a good look at yourself.” He smiled, sending a chill down her spine. “You’re more than just a translator. You’re the key to my success.”

“I’m- what?” 

Why? Why does he keep insisting- 

“With the knowledge you possess, you can translate the rest of the book, can’t you? Once you’ve helped me translate the book, you’ll help me-”

“I already told you that I can’t! Why are you still-”

“Marinette, my child. You’re failing to see the truth before your eyes.”

Truth? 

Why does she keep feeling this way? 

Why can’t she shake this feeling off? 

That something was happening and she couldn’t figure out what it was…

“Truth?”

“The truth. Your worth. Your potential.” Gabriel flipped to another page in his book. “You’re so busy trying to keep your emotions in check that you’ve become afraid of the possible aftermath that would happen if you let them out.”

Emotions in check? 

There it was again, her mind warning her about something…

“What are you-“

“Just imagine the creativity of your ideas if you just let them be, to let them happen without logic backing them up but instead emotion.”

“You’re not making any sen-“

“According to the grimoire, emotions allow a champion to become their greatest self, their power limitless if they allow their emotions to completely take over. Banshee-“ her breath hitched, “-was a perfect example of-“

“Stop it!” Marinette cut off, struggling to keep herself calm. The itching that began to gnaw on her skin didn’t help. “What do you know about-“

“I know a lot of people are against the idea of Hawkmoth’s guidance-“

“Guidance?” Marinette scoffed, hearing something inside her snap. “He uses a person’s greatest emotion and uses it to further his distorted desires, whatever it is. That’s not guidance. That’s manipulation.”

“But couldn’t the same be said about Ladybird?” 

All the buzzing in her head went silent.

“Ladybird?”

“Why yes. Despite her declaration after the defeat of Remidator, she has yet to complete her promise. Better yet, she had to gather help to take down Hawkmoth.”

“Because Hawkmoth has gotten stronger.” Marinette defended.

“That is true. But if that’s the case wouldn’t you think she would be in the front lines more than ever?”

“What do you mean more?”

“Oh.” Gabriel smirked. That couldn’t be good. “Haven’t you noticed? She hasn’t been on the frontlines for the past, I want to say, five akumas.”

“You probably didn’t see her.” Marinette tried to play off. “After all, now we have more than just her and Chat. We have two other heroes- Queen Bee and Carapace.” 

“Perhaps that is the case. But even when it was just the two of them, only Chat Noir would be seen more often; Ladybird would often make her entrance halfway through the fight. Wouldn’t you say she’s just using her supposed comrades to do the majority of the work before taking cre-”

“No! Why would she-”

“Why would she indeed? That is a good question. Do you want to know what I believe is to be the answer?”

Marinette sat there silently, allowing Gabriel to continue. “I think she wasn’t supposed to be Ladybird from the beginning.

She wasn’t meant to be the one to guide her team. I think Ladybird was supposed to be someone else. 

That the current one is only Ladybird now because she was a last resort.

After all that would be the only explanation behind her behavior. Why else would she be-“

“You’re  wrong.” Marinette tried to defend, but was coming with a blank. “Ladybird…Ladybird-”

“Ladybird is simply a placeholder and because of that, she can’t truly control her powers to its full extent. Why, with the most recent akuma proved that. Had she been the true Ladybug, Ladybird should have-”

“The power of the miraculous depends on the holder wielding the miraculous in that moment.” Marinette started, not really sure why she was even trying to defend herself, because Gabriel had a point…she couldn’t even hold up her end of her promise. 

Even with her comrades…she had yet to gather enough evidence and manpower to take down Hawkmoth. “Based on the holder’s compatibility, creativity and relation with the miraculous, the miraculous in use will be either at its most prime state or at its worst. 

Based on the latest additions to the grimoire, in comparison to her previous predecessors, our Ladybird seems to be the most astute of them all.” Marinette glared at Gabriel. 

That’s right.

Maybe she wasn’t the best Ladybug, but the new one will. They would have all the knowledge they would need to do what she couldn’t - defeat Hawkmoth!

The true Ladybug will triumph!

“So don’t say Ladybird isn’t fit for the job when she is! She will defeat Hawkmoth, just watch!” 

They just have to!

Standing up, Marinette marched back towards the doors that lead her to this room. “And if that’s all you wanted from me, then goodb-”

“And you called yourself useless.” Marinette turned around, wondering what he was talking about. “And yet you managed to tell me about a part of the book that doesn’t exist-”

 Oh…oh no…

”-unless you knew that the book’s information morphs as new wielders appear.” 

This…this was…this was all set up… it was a trap!

“Anyone who studies the grimoire for a bit more than a few months can figure out how the book works.” She tried to playoff.  “As for how I knew, it didn’t take much to figure it out as the pages mentioning older wielders were decorated differently compared to the newer pa-” 

“Two could play at that, Miss Dupin-Cheng....or should I say, Mlle Wayne?” Amira felt her heart stop, Gabriel internally grinning upon seeing her pale face. 

“What…what did you call me?” Was all she could say, Amira feeling her vision starting to narrow, her heart beating loudly in her ears. 

This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good, this wasn’t good!

She felt as her hands began to get clammy, growing warmer by the second. 

She tried to focus on anything else but the rising and falling of her chest, which just quickened with each second she paid attention to it didn’t allow her to breathe. 

“Destiny is a funny thing, Mlle Wayne.” Gabriel started off, deciding to flip onto the next page of the grimoire, deciding to not look up as he already knew he had her where he wanted her. “Everyone believes one can change their fate, but that is never the case. 

Decisions are made, whether one regrets them or not so that one day, the decisions start to have cohesion and start to create a picture. A meaning.

Losing your name, your identity, losing your brother and then your home. 

Even coming to Paris and attending Dupont - it all had its meaning. A purpose.

They all led to the day the grimoire made its way to your hands.” Gabriel looked up to see Amira frozen in place, her eyes quivering as she kept staring at him, her eyes getting glossier by the second. “It was all so that you and I could meet. For you to help me with my goal.”

“Wha-What are you talking about?” Amira asked in hopes of changing the subject, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. Oh but how her eyes betrayed her, unshed tears pooling at the brim of her eyes. “And how-” 

“Interested, aren’t we?” Gabriel smirked. “Thanks to you confirming my theories of you knowing how to translate the grimoire and its other mysteries, I think I should let you in on a little secret. 

Remember how I stated that your translation helped to correct the mistakes I made on my own? Well, let me read to you one of my corrections.” Amira watched as he scanned the page before him. “Ah yes, a bit further from where I first left off.” 

Alongside sharing a telepathic connection, the butterfly user can perceive anything that their champion perceives, as well as everything the champion hears and feels emotionally. This is due to the miraculous’ acute ability to sense emotions, allowing the miraculous to precisely pinpoint a champion’s true identity so as to not mistakenly give another person the power selected for them.

In other words…” Gabriel trailed, grinning as he watched the child further process the passage he finished reading, watching as she silently watched in horror as an ever familiar glow appeared millimeters away from her face, causing her to let out a whimper. 

“No...it can’t-”

“But it is.” Gabriel said with a smile, snapping his book shut and getting up. “I felt the anger and pain you felt when that girl from school claimed to have known your brother. A brother who has long stopped roaming on this Earth. 

How no one believed you when you told them that girl was lying and you were telling the truth. 

It was I who offered a hand when no one else did. It was me who gave you the power to seek vengeance…Amira.” Gabriel made his way towards Amira, seeing the way the gears were beginning to spin in her head, the way tears began to cascade down her face. Gabriel called out a white butterfly, Amira watching it land gracefully onto his finger.

“You’re...you’re-”

“That’s right, Mlle Wayne.” Amira watched as the man clasped his hands over the white butterfly, a purple miasma abruptly consuming him, watching it glow before it revealed him in a completely different attire. 

Long gone was the white suit, a black one replacing it. His face was now covered by what she mistook for a helmet, black, except for the giant reflective butterfly covering the majority of his face. And in his hand, an akuma, glistening purple lines adorning its small miasmic wings.

So this is what Hawkmoth looked like…so this was the enemy she had perfectly pinpointed towards…the enemy she had allowed to get the better of her…

Thanks to the reflectiveness of his mask, she saw how the glitching glowing butterfly that was mere millimeters away from her face looked on her…how it perfectly framed her eyes. 

How it reminded her of her mistake. 

Of how she failed her team…

Paris…

Her father… 

She watched as the akuma flew away. “I am Hawkmoth and you, my fated pupil, will help me get what I want.

You will help me get Chat Noir and Ladybird’s miraculous, whether you want to or not.

After all, as long as my miraculous continues to remain broken, the link between us will continue.” 

He closed the distance between them, placing a hand on her shoulder. Tears began to fall down the young child’s face as he watched her process everything that has just transpired. “So I suggest you start to cooperate if you want to get rid of it…” He watched as it finally sunk into her, watching as she fell to her knees, one of her hands gripping at her chest. 

He crouched down to try and look at her. “I know this is well overdue, but-” Hawkmoth offered her a hand.

“Welcome to Paris, Mlle Wayne.”

NEXT

#maribat #amira wayne

[bravelittleflower]

Notes: @occreatorexchange the first box on my bingo card! Crack fic :) Amira Wayne ( oc) and the batfamily

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted you!" Timothy Drake accused fiercely, his weapon pointed at Amira.

"Should have listened to your own instincts then, Timothy," said Amira.

Calm and soft, a perfect imitation of her grandfather. Amira pretended she did not see Timothy flinch.

"So, what happens now? You managed to give a blow on our team but that still means you are finished. No weapon and no way out. All it takes is one tiny little push of the trigger."

Unfortunately, he was right. Amira somehow managed to take Damian by surprise and take him out but not without consequences. Not only did he manage to kick her weapon away from her, he also managed to bring her to a place with all but no escape routes. There were no windows and the only exit was blocked by Tim.

Amira clicked with her tongue. She should have known better too. But if her grandfather drilled something into her head was that there are always other ways.

"I guess there is no way to persuade you to join our team, is there?"

"Our team has suffered almost to no losses. From your team well, you are the only one standing right now. I am sorry it has come to this."

Timothy was ready. He was prepared to shoot his own sister mercilessly and get his win -

"WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT PAINT BALL WARS!!"

A voice boomed in the Wayne manor and both Amira and Tim eyes widened. Even Damian stood up where he pretended to be dead.

"I thought you said father would be gone a business trip in Europe!" screeched Damian

"He should be," said Richard as if materializing out of thin air. Amira for the first time did not flinch from the sudden voice. And she didn't even try to hide smile when she saw the pink splash on his shoulder.

"Should we go face the consequences?"

Amira and Damian have been long enough with their fathers to know that his punishments are nothing like the league's but that still doesn't mean they like it when their father is angry with them. Especially Amira.

"I mean we could," said Todd, who also appeared out of nowhere but unlike Richard didn't have any paint on him "or we could ditch and go for ice cream."

Amira never ditched a punishment for a treat. That was-

"That's a great idea, Jay! You're paying!"

"Now hold on, Dickwing!"

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#this is supposed to be the crackfic #im not good with humour #amazing #ocappreciation #oc: Amira Wayne

[jasonswh0rre]

Heal What Has Been Hurt

AK! Jason Todd x OC

Pairings/Characters:

Main Characters: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight), Amira (OC)

Setting:

Arkhamverse (Batman Arkham Games)

Warnings:

Alcohol Use

Emotional Distress

Mental Health Issues (Depictions of trauma and PTSD)

Violence and Past Abuse (Mentions of torture and scars)

Rating:

PG-13

Summary:

In the aftermath of his alliance with villains like Scarecrow and Deathstroke, Jason Todd grapples with the weight of his actions and their consequences on those he loves. At a secluded safe house, he confronts his emotional turmoil and reveals his deepest secrets to Amira. Together, they navigate a path through betrayal, hidden truths, and the harsh realities of Jason's past actions and current crises.

Author's Note:

On Thomas and Martha Wayne's grave I will post the x reader story. But in the meantime, here is an OC storyline that I wrote

"We can fix this together," Batman said. Jason thought those words to himself. Speeding on his motorcycle, he rode to a safe house on the outskirts of Gotham. He kept Amira there, guarded by two of his militia, aware of the danger but still very much dependent on Amira's presence.

"Sir?" One of his militiamen said

"Leave. You're relieved of your post," Jason replied. The two men nodded and left their station. Jason entered the safe house and ensured it looked like a natural home, keeping Amira safe and none the wiser about what was happening. 

He walked to the fridge, taking a beer bottle out. Looking at the bottle, he angrily threw it across the room. Hearing the noise, Amira left the bedroom. She watched Jason drink a beer with four empty beer bottles beside him. His hand squeezed on the bottle so tight that his knuckles turned white. He was swaying slightly, and his eyes were red.

"Jason?" Amira called out, her voice barely a whisper. He stared at her, mouth slightly agape, nose red, eyes bloodshot. The tears were like an overflowing dam had burst. Amira treaded carefully towards him. Jason rushed into Amira's arms, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He cried profusely in her arms. Amira was taken aback, but noticing his struggle, she rubbed on his back, consoling him.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this; I'm sorry for everything," Jason cried; his breathing was erratic as he was crying.

"Jason—" Amira couldn't understand what Jason was saying. Before she could ask for clarification, he pushed her off him, grabbing another beer and downing it. Grabbing his sixth beer, Amira held his hand. She tried to grab the bottle from him, but Jason's grip was iron-shut.

Jason watched her; his eyes were glazed over. He loosened his grip, and Amira put the bottle away.

"I don't know what to do– I don't know how to feel," Jason confessed, sniffing his nose; Amira wiped the tears from his eyes, which only caused Jason to cry more as he leaned into her touch. 

"Tell me what you feel now?" Amira asked, putting her head on top of Jason's. Their foreheads touched as she placed her hand over his heart.

"Angry, confused– and sad, I feel... lost," Jason said; he put his hand on Amira's, his breaths easing in a gentle rhythm. 

"Okay, tell me what's making you feel this way," 

"I did a lot of bad things. If I tell you you're going to leave," Jason said; Amira got closer to Jason, her body pressed against him as she kissed his lips. 

"When I saw you in Venezuela,  you asked me to stay with you. It was like I had a whole world I didn't know existed back in my life; whatever it is, I'm gonna stay," Amira said

So he told her everything, his alliance with Scarecrow and Deathstroke, the real reason for the militia, the cloudburst, why Amira and Chloé were kept in this safe house, and his devotion to killing Batman. Even telling her bits and pieces of his torture caused by the Joker. Amira listened, and she listened intently; she did step away slightly from him for a moment, understandably seething from anger. Jason picked up the beer bottle and drank it as Amira paced along the living room; he attempted to follow her and tried holding Amira's hand, standing still when Amira flinched it away.

"You put me and Chloé in danger!" 

"I know,"

"You– nearly destroyed the city!"

"I... I know,"

"You—You planned it the whole time. You were planning when we were in Venezuela, and I was pregnant. I thought I was helping when you had me working in the medic; I taught them life-saving techniques!" Amira ranted. By the time she finished, her anger had receded. She was tired of the lies, but she also saw how much pain Jason had gone through himself. He started to remove his armor, baring his body.

She had only seen Jason naked a handful of times, and it still made her stomach turn to look at him; there were scars all over his body, the bruises were all around, raised against his skin like unintelligible braille, and there were stitches on his chest and stomach.

"It looks like a buckshot wound,"  Amira thought. She approached Jason, who turned his back from her, leaning against the kitchen island, holding his head, and swaying.

"I'll transfer enough funds into your account, take Chloé and get out of here," He said

"Even his back looks worse for wear,"  his spine was slightly contorted, and his back and shoulders looked tight and tense; walking behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head on his back.

"I told you– I won't leave you. No more lies, though," Amira said. Jason was silent, but he touched Amira's hand, recognizing her loyalty to him even if he didn't feel like he deserved it right now.

"Scarecrow will unmask him; he wants the world to see Bruce Wayne," he said; his voice was indifferent, with no indication of what he may have been thinking.

"You should help him," Amira added; she wrapped her arms around Jason's waist a little tighter, resting her head on his back.

Jason thought about it. Turning around in Amira's arms, he lifted her up in a bridal way and carried her to the bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. Jason then turned to the cradle. Chloé was sound asleep. He grazed her cheek with his finger, eliciting a small coo from the infant. 

Jason yelled at Bruce that he didn't deserve friends or people who loved him, but he was starting to think he didn't deserve that either. He fixed his red helmet and made a new symbol for himself on his uniform. Jason thought about what Amira had suggested, eyebrows furrowed and conflicted. He put his helmet on and left the safe house. 

Making his way to Arkham Asylum. 

End Notes:

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Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota Blake (Part 6 - 2)

SUBTITLE: JASON MEETS THE BLAKES

Summary: Jason Todd spends the day with Dakota Blake - Bruce's Daughter & First Born - and the Blake Family. What happens when he feels attached to a family that acts like a family?

[Blake Bakery - About 30 Minutes After Meeting At Amira's Armory]

Jason looked around the bakery - the same bakery Damian has been scouting to find out more about Dakota - but this time, he was a welcomed guest; invited by the one that Bruce and Damian have been obsessing over for the past few weeks. His green eyes watched as Dakota talked with her Aunt Rani as the woman held out a small silver platter with 4 plates on it: 2 holding muffins and the remaining 2 holding cups of coffee. Dakota smiled at her aunt before turning away with the platter in her hands and walking back to the table where Jason was sitting. Dakota placed the platter on the table before sliding into her tall chair beside Jason, who was looking at his phone for a while before pocketing it to give Dakota his full attention.

"I could have paid for my own muffin and coffee, ya know." Jason said as he reached for his coffee, looping two fingers through the loop and bringing it to his lips to take a sip - it was delicious. There was a hint of vanilla that hit Jason's tongue and it made him lowly moan in pleasure.

"Trust me, I'm sure you can pay for your muffin and coffee but my aunt Rani refuses to charge any company of mine with any kind of purchase. Says it's her Family and Friends' Discount." Dakota says as she breaks a piece of her muffin off and plops it in her mouth before chewing slowly. Dakota was going to break off another piece when her phone began vibrating and she pulled it out of her pocket - she looked at the screen and groaned before typing something on the phone's screen and pocketing the phone again before exhaling in exhaustion.

"Everything alright, Dakota?" Jason asked as he raised an eyebrow at the girl, who looked at him with her tired blue eyes - The Eyes of Bruce Wayne.

"My Mother just texted me that Bruce came to our house and demanded that my mother signs her paternal rights over to him by offering her a lot of money, but she told me to fuck off." Dakota said, this caused Jason to widen his eyes as he heard what she said - Bruce would go that far to separate a daughter from her mother?

"Damn, Wayne is going that far to get you under his wing? That must be stressful." Jason said.

"You have not the slightest clue, Jason. I sometimes wish that I didn't go do that Blood Work, but I needed to make sure I didn't have any blood diseases or complications." Dakota said as she ran her hand through her hair, exhaling with a sigh. Jason looked at the girl with sadness in his eyes - for someone so normal to suddenly find out their Bruce Wayne's Kid and wants nothing to do with him or his son but is being forced to deal with them was too much. He may have been one of the Wayne Family Members, but he didn't have the blood or the name to himself so he didn't understand what Dakota was going through - Poor Girl.

"'Kota!" The sound of a rather deep-voiced man caused Jason to look up from his daydreaming at the man that was coming toward them - Jason has seen this man before, Damian had a whole War Wall dedicated to him as a target: Tobias Blake, Dakota's Uncle, and her Father Figure, along with her other uncle, Ivan Blake.

"Hey, Uncle Tobias! What can I do for you today?" Dakota asked with a smile, something about this male made her happier than she was before; well, Jason kinda expected that considering this man along with Ivan raised her into the young girl she was today. Jason watched their lips move as the conversation went on until Tobias looked in Jason's Direction and asked Dakota who he was.

"Oh. Uncle Tobias, meet Jason Todd. A new friend of mine. We met at Auntie Amira's Shooting Range and he agreed to hang out with me today." Dakota explained as she looked at Jason with a smile but Jason was looking at her with wide eyes, A Friend? Dakota thought of him as a friend?

"Well, any friends of 'Kota are welcomed here and at my shop." Tobias said with a smile.

"Your Shop, sir?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My uncles run a hunting shop - well, the shop mainly belongs to Uncle Tobias, Uncle Ivan is a Lawyer but he co-owns the shop with Uncle Tobias. They've owned the shop since before I was even a thought, then Uncle Ivan ran the shop when Uncle Tobias went into the service." Dakota explained in detail. Jason looked at Tobias' nodding head as Dakota explained the story - a Military Man who worked in a Hunting Shop… Why does that seem familiar somehow?

"Tell me, son, your late name is Todd, right? Where are your parents?" Tobias asked but Jason looked at the table with sadness in his eyes,

"My Parents are no longer with me. I…I live alone but I have a decent job and survive. I went to the shooting range today because I had a rough day at work yesterday and needed to blow off some steam." Jason said - it wasn't completely a lie but he knew that if he told Dakota that he was part of the family that was trying to take her away from her family, she would never talk to him again. And why did it feel good when Tobias called him 'son'?

"Damn. That sucks, Jason. Sorry to hear that but I'm sure that you will find a family that gives you what you need and want." Dakota said with a smile as she placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look at Dakota, then Tobias, and lastly at Rani before he remembered Amira's smiling face.

'I think I already have, Dakota. I think I already have.' Jason thought with a smile on his face. He made up his mind at that moment, he was going to keep Bruce and Damian away from Dakota and the Blake Family and if he played his cards right - he was going to be Jason Blake.

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Fight for the Throne: Battle

Part 5.4 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

Masterlist

CW: violence, blood, childhood trauma

Danny's current fear was that his sudden absence was going to rattle the Ghost Zone and the Observants would appear out of nowhere to escort him back to work. He'd soon rather reveal his ghostly side to the three Parisians than have the eyeballs show up in the base. CW should be keeping them from doing that at least, he thought, if he knows what's going to happen.

He looks back at the group, rubbing his middle where he was previously shot. "Please don't fault Marinette for lying to you," he finally said to them. "And don't think that everything you know her as is a lie. She's a good person—just raised around the wrong people. I get that you have doubts but I'm sure she'll come clean after all of this."

He focused on the blonde boy, Adrien, in particular. If this incident is going to lead to their break-up, ancients, his sister was going to burn the League down.

The three didn't say a word, maybe still in the middle of processing everything they had heard so far. Danny stretched his arms and legs. "Okaaay, since we're all familiar with each other now, I think Adrien's due for a shovel talk."

"Seriously?" Chloe sputtered. "Aren't you like, even bothered about being trapped in here?"

Danny raised an eyebrow. As if you weren't just complaining about your hair earlier. He mustered his most innocent smile, folding his arms at the back of his head. "Well, no, 'cause it's useless to have negative vibes around here and we have nothing better to do anyway than talk."

The short girl, Alix, let out a light chuckle.

"So . . ." Danny pinned his gaze on Adrien again and saw him visibly gulp. "That shovel talk?"

"Right, uhh." Adrien smiled nervously. "I—I love Mari . . ."

"Mmm hmm."

"And I'd like to hear her side and . . . and honestly I just want to see her safe right now." The boy raked a hand through his hair. "I'd never do anything to hurt her and I've committed myself to protecting her during err, the attacks."

Danny nodded his head, humming. "I know amira wouldn't settle for anything less anyway."

"What does that mean? 'Amira'?" Alix asked. "Sounds like Arabic."

"It is Arabic. Means 'princess'," Danny answered, "She was the princess of the League."

Adrien's lips parted in recognition, forming an 'o'. Danny briefly recalled Marinette mentioning how one of his nicknames for her was 'princess'.

"I think you're pretty cool, Adrien. When it comes to the shovel talk, it's our brother you want to watch out for actually." A mischievous glint sparkled in Danny's eye. He knew just then that his eyes had momentarily turned toxic green. "He'll bring his katanas when he talks to you."

"Damian Wayne?"

"Yup, that one."

Static fizzled in the air, making Danny stiffen up. A cold gasp was threatening to escape his lips but it wasn't quite there. A portal's about to open up. He moved towards the corner of the cell where the view of any watchers would be blocked. He summoned a tiny portal to intercept the incoming one and used his other voice in a low tone.

"S̴̥̤̪̙̰̦͌̎̌̆͂̃̈́ͅẗ̸̢̫̥̒a̷̦̠̲̓̒̽̉̇̊̕͝ỳ̶̩͈̰̗͍͑͐̌̆̓͜ ̴͎͙̣͊ả̴̛͓͚͈̈́̏̽̂w̶̳̹̤̿̔̈́̔͐̏̃͘ͅǎ̴̻̪̐͊͆̓̇ȳ̸̰͔͓́͜͜ͅ ̶̢̙̊f̸̡͋̎̇͘r̸̡͔̖̱̗̤͒͆ơ̵̙͉̘̰̙̼̈́͂͛͋̌̎ͅṃ̴̧̛̻̳͉͑̈́̊͝ ̴̛̞̼͍̮͋̋͌̑m̴̛̺̫̜̲͍̦̣͐ỷ̸̢̱̻̙̯̫ ̸̬̙̬͊̈́̎̿͠l̴̘̳̭̈́̌̍͐̿̀́ơ̸̡̧̢͉̗͓̖͋̾̃̿c̷̙̻̖̣̥̄á̴̯͓̓̅͂͆ṫ̸̠͖̘̠̯̯̈í̶̡̀̂̊͌ȍ̵̻͚͆̎͛͝n̶̲̗̂̉͋̾," he threatened, "Ḏ̸̡̢̨̧̧̻̈͋͒̀̃͜͝͠ơ̴̝͚͈̩͚̤̪̍͆͑̂̕ ̷̞͙̳͙̗̤͍̔̔ͅn̶̲̥̘̻̹̒͜o̵̡̡͇̩̓̒̑͝͝t̷̯̝̜̬͙͉̍͊̃̂͋͌̚ ̷̱̪̙̣͎̈͂̍͂́͜c̵̩̍o̷̜̳͚̘̭͗̋m̴͔̓͛̐͂͊͠͝e̸͔͙̟̞̼̟̍̊̈́̀̋͌̏͘ ̵̯͍̞͎̜́͜u̸̖͖͍̳͇͛́̄͜n̴̛̙͚̺̈́́͛͆̾t̶̘̗̞̼͛ì̵̧̨̥͎̏͌́͘ḻ̴̃̍̋̅ ̷̨̢̫̓́ͅĮ̷̯̟͉͓̦̳̎ ̷̡̠͈͕̬̺̞̑̃̽͒͝ą̷̽̄̿s̷̛̰̺̭̫͈̀͆̅̔ͅk̸̨̩͓̜̯̲̬̒̿͝ ̶̧̢͇̞̖̀̏̏̇̚͜f̷͖͉͉̌͐̅͌͆̏o̴̡̞̼͓͈̳͗́̈̂͝͝r̶̞̦̲̋̿͆ ̷̻͖͗̌̈̕̚͝y̵̼͌̽̍o̴̗̒̍̏́͆̕͠ű̴̫̯͍͔͕̀͐̈̎̕͘."

He closed the portal instantly, mumbling, "Creepy fucking eyeballs."

And when he looked back, the Parisians were staring at him in different versions of horror. "Okay, come on, there's probably an akuma that's weirder than that." He crossed his arms pouting. "And . . . no, as much as I would like to, I'm not telling my whole life-death story as long as we're in here. You guys can just pretend you didn't witness that."

---

The sun dimmed and the sky soon faded into black as the day passed. They were brought just enough food to ration, but other than that, the League had kept them inside their cells. Soon, against her wishes, Marinette began to doze off.

"You shouldn't have done that."

That was what Damian had told her right after her first kill. Her hand shook around the knife as she walked behind her brothers.

'You shouldn't have done that'? She had worked with her blood and sweat in training and that was all he could say to her? She grit her teeth, breathing heavily.

Looking at her brothers' backs enraged her more. She was now one of them, but they didn't want her. Screaming, she lunged for Damian, tackling him to the ground and raining blows that he attempted to dodge. "What was I supposed to do?!" She yelled, hot tears at the corner of her eyes. "What was I supposed to do?!"

Damian was stunned into speechlessness as her tears dropped onto his own cheeks. Danyal only stood nearby, head held down. They probably thought they failed to save her from the worst kind of life. But their responses were hell for Marinette.

The scene melted into something that else—Marinette was Ladybug, all grown now, and was facing the ruins of Paris. Instead of burning chaos like she always pictured, the devastated city was a shell of itself, desolate like the places she'd gone to for a mission. She was the last soldier standing, and the akumas that had caused all of it . . .

A tightness erupted in her chest. Sobs wracked her whole body, followed by an unnerving numbness beneath her skin. From far away, she could hear a voice but couldn't make out what it was saying.

She curled in on herself, screaming, letting out what the city's terrorist had denied her for years. Somehow, she wasn't enough, she wasn't the heroine of Paris like she was supposed to be, she was the one who failed to save her people.

"Marinette!"

She jumped back into half-consciousness and found herself still shaking. Jason came into view, who was holding her while she fell apart. But instead of pushing him away, she clutched his shirt more tightly and let herself cry out loud and drain her tears.

She didn't care how pathetic she seemed, how pitiful it was despite putting up an act the previous day. Tim and Dick's expressions were unreadable: maybe it was grief, or guilt, or confusion, or sympathy, or panic. Marinette figured that they saw the ugly trauma crawl out of her, a kind of mirror to their own experiences.

Though their reactions told her that hers was much, much worse.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked in a hushed tone, pulling away the sweaty strands of hair from her face.

Marinette nodded mutely and pulled away. Jason returned to his brothers. No one uttered a word but they were still staring at her.

She pulled her lips into a fine line. "What, never seen a traumatized kid before?"

The boys could only radiate with concern—it seemed like they wouldn't say anything.

Marinette wrapped her arms around her knees. "Do me a favor: when you finally get around to researching about me, make sure you have the right information." She blinked and gazed emptily at the wall. "Then maybe you'll understand."

---

Damian noted the worry in Jazz's eyes when he pushed his portion of food towards her. "You should eat," he told her, "You don't know when the next is going to be."

"What about you?"

"I've suffered worse."

Her face twisted in a way that looked like she was imagining what that 'worse' looked like. But despite her efforts, he refused to take his food back and only opted for the cup of water. He knew she was starving as well, but didn't want to show it too much.

"So, we're here because this 'League of Assassins' wants one of you to take over, right?" Jazz pushed back her hair as she ate.

"Yes, I believe so."

She frowned. "Does it really have to be one of you? Why not choose someone else?"

Damian clicked his tongue. "I do wonder that myself. The problem is that they only consider us worthy because we've been trained by Ra's. I think they're missing something here if they didn't stop to consider that we actually don't share his ideals."

"Also . . . if you're here with me, who do you think Danny's with?"

"If the situation is a switch-around, then Danyal must be with our sister's Parisian friends, and Marinette is with my brothers." Now that he considered it, Marinette with Dick, Jason, and Tim was a recipe for disaster. Secrets were going to be exposed left and right: his brothers would be prying into Marinette's issues and it was only a matter of time before Danny's presence as a king would be needed.

The morning passed more quickly than the previous day. Assassins came to their cell for the second time, not to hand them food but to escort them out. He and Jazz were being taken to opposite directions, and he couldn't bring himself to strike just yet because they had her.

So he moved along the path, pulled along by two assassins, and plunged into the darkness.

---

What Damian noticed while going through the halls was how much of a maze the place was. It didn't help that he hadn't stepped foot in the base either—it would be tricky to navigate the escape.

He was led down a staircase and into another room where the escorts left him. The room was a tad bit larger than the cell, filled with weapons of every kind including his own. At the opposite side there's an opening barred by metal bars that could be unlocked by a lever. Peeking out, Damian saw that it led to the arena he spotted from the window of the cell.

He walked towards the wooden table that held his katanas. So this is it. The fight.

He picked up the twin weapons and stuffed other smaller ones in his possession: knives, a small handgun, shurikens. After packing up, he looked towards the gate.

See you soon, akhi. Amira.

---

The day was officially coming to be one of the worst days Jason Todd ever had. When they were finally getting out of the cell, they were taken into a series of winding passages and into what looked like a viewing deck for the arena. Other assassins had taken Marinette away—she left them with a stern warning not to do anything rash.

We have our hands tied. Great.

The other hostages were in viewing decks, too, close enough for Jason to make out their faces but too far to communicate with them. They were located higher up so it was difficult to drop down to the bottom without a grapple. In a higher viewing deck, there was a group of cloaked figures, maybe the elders who will be spectating the battle.

He stood near the ledge, looking over the dusty fighting arena. A part of him worried about Marinette especially after that breakdown she had. Something told him her triggers originated not only from her childhood.

The metal gates opened not long after. The three League heirs slipped out, each carrying different weapons. Damian had his usual katanas, and their other brother (Danyal, if he remembered the name Marinette mentioned) had a crossbow and a sword. Meanwhile Marinette . . .

"Is that a rifle?" Tim rubbed his eyes in disbelief. True enough, Marinette had a gun hoisted over her shoulder.

"Won't that, I don't know, be bad for mobility?" Added Dick.

He wasn't wrong. It was a large empty arena with no obstacles or structures to climb over. If there was a fight going on, they'd have to constantly move around often to attack and dodge. Jason only hoped Marinette knew what she was doing.

The triplets moved to the center to talk but their conversation couldn't be heard from their spot. The gates opened again, this time welcoming hordes of assassins. The three wasted no time positioning themselves back-to-back in defensive stances.

"It's a test," Jason mumbled.

"Like if their assassins skills are rusty?" Tim asked. Jason only shrugged in response.

The fight began with the sound of a horn.

Jason focused on Marinette first, curious about her next moves. She had strapped the rifle to her back and opted for a closer range combat, armed with blades. Right off the bat, he could see that her fighting style was deadly. Sharp. Jason could almost liken it to Cass' movements. But if Cass' fighting was like an art form, a dance with her opponents, Marinette's was extremely flawless—she never made a wrong move, no unnecessary actions. By League standards, she was a perfect soldier.

Next, his gaze wandered off to the other boy, Danyal, who looked like a near copy of Damian. His fighting was more fluid, as swiftly moved around their attackers to deliver his own blows. When Damian was in combat, he was more aggressive, like a blazing fire. Danyal on the other hand was a shadow, a trick of the eye.

What Jason found strange was the uncanny calmness that washed over him whenever he watched Danyal.

The battle was in the triplets' favor so far. Jason shuddered at how well the three worked together, aside from their individual prowess. Where one sibling had an opening, the other covered and when one attacked, another supported from behind. They were like clockwork turning in sync, as if they had each other's moves memorized and predicted.

No wonder they were separated, Jason thought.

Another thing he noticed was that they never seemed to have the intent to kill. Bodies were being knocked out left and right but they were only immobilized with injury or unconscious at most. Soon, all their opponents were down, leaving the three catching their breaths and wiping blood off their skin.

The horn sounded again, but this time no more assassins were released into the arena. The triplets looked towards the upper deck, where the League members were staying.

"Are they . . . supposed to fight each other now?" said Tim.

Jason inhaled sharply. The League would keep them there forever until only one heir remained. Maybe they would kill the hostages one by one as a threat. He clenched his jaw. "We have to get out of here."

Dick headed straight for the door behind them, but it was locked and bolted shut. Tim was looking around for another way to escape.

But Jason watched.

Damian, Danyal, and Marinette had faced each other, each drawing their weapons.

Then they attacked. 

---

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Warren didn't close his eyes like he was supposed to after he saw his father shot and bleeding on the ground.

After being gone for over a month, this was the last thing he expected.

He whimpered and crept out of his hiding place, his father's gaze flickered up to him, a scared look passed over his face.

"Daddy?" Warren muttered, tears welling up in his eyes.

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(OOC: Update + Apology—Long Post)

So I've been pretty much non-existent for the past 4 months or so BUT I can explain!

Basically what happened is that I emigrated to not just a different country, but a different continent on literally the other side of the world from where I grew up. And I left behind all my friends and family at home, meaning I came here alone and I'm still alone and probably will be alone for as long as I remain in this new country. So for the past few months I've been dealing with moving and settling down and making plans to secure my future in this new country—heck, just making sure I can have a future in this new country. I'm more or less settled into my new life now (except for the planning for the future part) but before that I kind of forgot about Melody for a while 🫥

So anyway the guilt ate away at my subconscious and Melody's voice came to me in a dream and berated me for abandoning her, so I woke up and quickly came to check on my baby. And I realise, to my utter mortification and horror, that I never paused my Tumblr queue, so all the half-baked ideas, the rough drafts, the tentative-but-not-in-chronological-order character development, had been posting itself while I was away 🫠. So if during the past 5 months you saw my blog degenerate into a bigger and bigger mess and wondered "What the heck is going on"—it's not you, it's me. Right now I'm just trying to salvage what I can of my blog (and my dignity) and reorganise everything I originally planned for Melody (tbh I forgot half of it but I'm sure the memories are in here somewhere, I just have to clean out the dust and oil the gears first).

Honestly I have no idea how many people follow(ed) Melody's story, I might as well be posting into the void for all I know. But like so many of the other RPers on this blog I started because I was bored and had some ideas in my head that wouldn't leave me alone, and over time I became attached to my OC and her story (perhaps unhealthily so). That's part of the reason why I decided not to just delete my blog and make my absence permanent. Because working on this self-indulgent project used to make me happy, and because I still have some ideas I want to share with whoever might be lurking around. Another reason is because of the community that welcomed me and that I personally watched grow. Even when this blog was at its 'most active' I probably didn't interact with other RPers as much as I should/could have (again, it's not you, it's me) but what little interaction we did have I truly did enjoy as we built and connected our own stories and characters while also interpreting the DC ones. I don't think I've said this before, and I don't think I'll ever say it enough, but really, thank you all for being willing to indulge me and play with me. This has been a lovely space to be in, and you guys combined are like 80% of the reason ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@florence-wayne-official @kit-the-nonbinary-wayne @that-one-gotham-kid @amira-wayne-al-ghul @warren-wayne-kyle @teagrayson + anyone I missed, knowing the rate at which this community grows there's bound to be at least one person I didn't tag (it's not a snub—again, not you, it's me and my bad memory—please don't be offended 🥺)

((idk if tagging everyone is proper etiquette after my prolonged absence, I was just going to say 'you know who you are' at first and leave it at that but I'm not sure if you guys actually know who you are 😅 so if I'm breaking some kind of unspoken Tumblr code of etiquette I apologise again))

(((I didn't mean for that above note to sound as rude as it did)))

ANYWAYS if you've read past the wall of text above to make it down here congratulations and thank you, I'll be doing my best to clean up/revise my blog and my OC and her story in the coming weeks and hopefully get some sort of continuity back on track :) I'm also trying to figure out what happened in the rest of the RP community in my absence so if I reply to a three-month-old post now: once again, it's not you, it's me, and there's totally no obligation to engage with.

Can't wait to hang out with the Batfamily again ☺️ plus all my RP siblings, half-siblings, future siblings, stepsiblings, undead siblings etc XD

#ooc

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Amira Wayne-Chapter 24

Happy New Year! For my New Year's Resolution, I plan on finishing this fic! So here's to writing the last chapters of Amira Wayne :D

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Chapter 24: Family, Friends and Identities (3)

MASTERLIST | FIRST | PREV | AO3

“Marinette!

“Marinette!

“Where could she be?” Sabrina asked no one in particular, quickly taking out her phone when she felt it buzz in her skirt.

The moment the group realized that Marinette was taking longer than usual to make her way back to their table, they tried to be optimistic about her tardiness. 

After all, who would miss the countdown for the new year? Especially the fireworks?

A few minutes remained until the start of the new year.

Four minutes to be exact.

But when Marinette didn’t appear even as the clock struck midnight and signaled the beginning of the new year, they feared the worst.

Without another second to spare, the group of friends scattered in search of their missing member, pushing their way through drunken adults, hugging friends and toasting celebrities. Not a single person turned to look at the frenzied teenagers.

Sabrina opened up the notification, looking at the group chat updates.

Adrien: We checked the roof, she’s not here. How’d it look in the hall? Did you find her?

Nothing. She’s not downstairs either. Anything from Chloe yet?

Adrien: Still haven’t heard from her yet. She wouldn’t pick up either. Something must’ve happened on her end.

Adrien: Nino, anything from the kitchen?

Nino: Alya saw her run through the hall, but she couldn't make out why she was running. All she saw was her running out into the stairwell, as if she was chasing something. She tried to follow, but her mother wouldn’t let her leave the kitchen in fear of someone seeing her.

Someone seeing her? I thought she volunteered for the event?

Adrien: Kinda

Adrien: Well, Alya somehow snuck her way into the party, so if anyone from the hotel staff saw her, well…

Nino: She was going to get her and her mother in trouble.

Sabrina somehow found herself in the kitchen after reading that text, finding Nino attempting to comfort Alya before both turned to see her.

Sabrina felt guilt gnaw at her when she saw Alya try and look behind her, her shoulders dropping when she did not see Mari.

“Seems like you had no luck finding her either, huh?” Nino spoke up, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

“Marinette really didn’t pass by here, did she?” Sabrina asked, Alya shaking her head. “Ayla, you said she was chasing something. Were you able to see the thing Marinette was chasing?” Sabrina asked. 

“As I told Nino, I couldn’t see it, but whatever it was, it had to be small.” When Sabrina didn’t say anything, Alya decided to explain herself. “While I couldn’t go into the crowd to verify what went on, I didn’t have to exactly see the thing to know its size.

If she were chasing someone, people would’ve been moving out of her way to prevent getting caught in the fray. 

But no one did. 

What makes this all the more strange was the fact that Marinette looked…horrified as she chased whatever it was that she was chasing.”

“Horrified?”

“Normally someone would look terrified if they were being chased, but like I mentioned, she was chasing something as she fled into the staff’s stairway. Whatever it was, it was something that-”

“She has to be downstairs then!” Nino exclaimed, about to head there himself when Sabrina stopped him. “We have to-”

“I don’t think she would be there.” 

“Why do you think that?”

“The door leading into the next floor should be locked, as it’s the suite Chloe resides in. In other words, it’s always locked from the outside to prevent others from casually walking into the floor.” Sabrina hated the way Nino looked at her with disbelief. “Marinette should not have been able to get onto the floor without the access card.”

“But we have to try.” Alya pleaded. “Maybe she is there.”

“Alya-”

“It doesn't hurt to check.” Nino sided with Alya. “Let’s just check, Sabrina.” Nino took a breath to calm himself down and stop his words from trembling. “If the door is locked like you say it is, then we have to tell the others that Marinette might not be in the hotel anymore…

And if we do find her there, then I can finally get rid of the thought of Marinette possibly being kidnapped again from right under our noses.” Nino confessed. “I just…I just want to know that she’s alright and that she just got lost inside the hotel and didn’t in fact get kidnapped again…okay? I want to know-”

“Don’t you think I want to know too?” Sabrina managed to say without her voice completely cracking because to be completely honest, she just wanted to cry right then and there.

She wanted to just cry and get rid of the knots that were tying in her stomach and the churning in her gut.

Of course she wanted to know if Marinette was safe…

Of course she was worried… “Marinette is my friend too, Nino! Of course I’m worried! But I can’t just blindly go looking for her without raising concern from those around us! 

We can’t push Marinette back into the spotlight like that. She doesn’t deserve to be looked at like a spectacle! I would never forgive myself for doing that to her.”

Nino held onto his arm when Sabrina wiped away a tear with the palm of her hand, noticing how her lips quivered as she attempted to stay composed.

How did he already forget about the news about Victims’ identities starting to leak since the start of the Banshee incident? About the new reporters harassing ex-Victims?

“I’m sorry.” He found himself saying, “I shouldn’t have-”

“No. “ Sabrina sniffled. “You’re right and I’m sorry for acting…for acting the way I’m acting,” Sabrina said. “I’m…alright now,” she lied.

Because she wasn’t alright.

Because something wasn’t right. Something didn’t feel right. 

After all, certain things were not fitting with one another.

For starters, the haste in having a New Year’s party.

Alya’s sudden involvement with the planning.

Chloe’s constant meet ups with Alya, with Adrien…with both of them…without her…without Nino…

The whispering and seriousness when they spoke to one another only to smile when they were around her and Nino…

The gathering at the start of the party…

Something was going on…but what was it? “Let’s go look for her together, okay?” Sabrina ended up proposing to Nino, wanting to eagerly shift her thoughts to something new.

“Alright.”

With a soft reassurance to Alya, Sabrina and Nino went off to check the lower floor, only then Sabrina realized she hadn’t checked on her phone. 

Making her way past the mingling guests, Sabrina read the chat as she heard the music muffle as Nino closed the door behind them. She let him walk in front of her as she scrolled away.

-unread messages-

Chloe: Someone messed with the surveillance.

Adrien: How is that possible?

Chloe: We’re trying to figure that out as I’m calling and emailing the company about this ridiculous thing!

Chloe: Best in the nation? Utterly ridiculous!

Chloe: Anyways

Chloe: The footage we’re missing is from the time Marinette left the table up until we noticed she was taking a while to come back. 

Chloe: I’ll keep you updated and see if we manage to recover the footage. We need to know what it was that Marinette was chasing.

“Sabrina, you said this floor needs a key card to unlock the door, right?” Nino asked, Sabrina looking up from her phone, then noticing Nino’s eyes filled with worry.

“I did.”

“So why is the security off?” Nino asked, showing the powered off lock, causing Sabrina to freeze.

That should never be off. 

That wasn’t normal.

That had never happened before.

Sabrina quickly pulled open the door, not expecting for the first thing to see to be the friend they had spent the last half hour desperately searching for. 

There, just a few feet away from them was a quietly sobbing Marinette, clinging onto Mlle Kyle as M.Wayne talked with-

How did she miss M.Wayne and Mlle Kyle missing from the party hall?

She should’ve noticed the two most-

No.

That shouldn’t be her main concern, well…yes it should be and yet not now.

What was more concerning-

Sabrina whipped out her phone.

Adrien, didn’t you say your father couldn’t make it to the party?

Adrien: Yes? Why are you asking?

Here’s down here…talking with M.Wayne and Mlle Kyle

And… 

We found Marinette.

The minute she finished sending that text, she watched as the trio was already walking away, leaving Gabriel standing by himself in the middle of the dimmed hall.

Sabrina gathered the courage to walk up to the man, wondering if Nino was following her. She didn’t want to approach the smirking man by herself after all. 

“M. Agreste.” She managed to bring herself to say. “I thought you weren’t feeling well. Are you sure you should be here by yourself?”

The man finally noticed her, turning his head ever so slightly to acknowledge her, the smile on his lips dropping.

“Mlle Raincomprix. M. Lahiffe. It seems Adrien told all of his friends about my condition.”

“Of course he would. He’s worried about you.” Sabrina bluntly told him, not missing the way something flashed across his eyes. “Is he aware that you’re here, M. Agreste?”

“I thought it would be nice to join some festivities seeing as I was feeling better today. Especially when I found out that Mlle Bourgeois and Adrien organized this event by themselves.”

“Why were M.Wayne and Mlle Kyle here?” Nino asked, finally addressing the elephant in the room. “What happened to Mari-”

“Marinette wasn’t feeling well and I let her guardian know about this.”

“What exactly happened to her, M. Agreste?” Nino asked, Sabrina hoping M Agreste would let Nino’s raise of voice go unnoticed. “We’ve been looking for her all night and-”

“Dad?” Adrien cut off, the three turning to see Adrien barely catching his breath as he entered the hallway. “What are you doing here?” Shortly after, Chloe joined them. “Natalie-”

“I asked Natalie to bring me here after feeling the slightest bit better. I didn’t want to miss the party you and Chloe worked so hard to organize after all.”

Adrien felt his heart swell, Chloe not once lowering her guard upon hearing those words.

She knew those words all too well. Or rather, she recognized that tone all too well.

After all, she had heard that tone all throughout her childhood…

The only tone she ever heard from her own mother when she praised her. 

False pride.

“M.Agreste,” Nino tried once again.  “What happened to Marinette? Why-”

“Mlle Bourgeois!” A hotel staff yelled as he attempted to catch his breath after opening the door with a large thud. “We have the foot-”

“Adrikins.” Chloe cut off, turning to her friends as she signaled the staff member to stay quiet. “Why don’t you help your father meet the other guests?” Chloe gave M.Agreste a smile. “Seeing as he is feeling better, I think you should take him to greet the other guests upstairs. Of course, if you think you can, M.Agreste.” Chloe suggested, noticing the slight glare M Agreste gave her while Adrien beamed.

“Of course! “ Adrien smiled as he turned to his father. “Do you think you feel well enough to go greet everyone upstairs?” He asked his father, missing the way his father frowned before giving what was supposed to be a smile.

“I think I can manage. After all, I do want to see the gathering you spent this entire week planning out.” Adrien gave him an even bigger smile.

“We’ll see everyone back upstairs then!” Adrien gleefully stated, quickly guiding his father back upstairs. 

“Chloe, what is-” Sabrina tried to ask, only to trail off when the hotel staff from earlier whispered something to Chloe before excusing himself. “Chloe?”

“I’m going to head back to the security room to see the recovered footage our staff managed to get. For now,” Chloe let out a heavy sigh. “For now, just wait for Adrien or I to fill you in. There’s too many things going on and this party isn’t going to run itself.”

“But what about Marinette?” Nino spoke up, hating that Sabrina and him were being left out of whatever it was that was going on.

Wait for her to fill them in?

What was going on?

Why couldn’t she just tell them right then and there?

Weren’t they friends?

“Chloe, when I sent that message, Marinette looked terrified-”

“We can’t focus on that right now Sabrina.”

“What do you mean we can’t-”

“That thing Marinette was following?” Chloe looked at them, mentally preparing for the shock she would receive from the words that were about to come out of her mouth. 

But she couldn’t just not tell them when they were both looking at her with distrust. 

She had to tell them…she just had too…

“She was following an akuma.”

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Jason jumped at the sound of the apartment door bursting open with a large thud and Amira sprinting straight to her room.

“Amira!” Bruce tried to grab her attention as he and Selina quickly walked after her.

Jason watched as both attempted to open up the hatch door to her room, only to be met with resistance.

“Maomao, tell us what happened.” Selina tried to coax, only to get a sob as an answer, causing her heart to twist. “Amira…we just want to help.”

“What’s going on?” Jason finally decided to ask, causing both adults to turn to him. “What happened to Amira?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.” Selina spoke up as Bruce kept trying to open up the hatch. “Mr.Agreste got a hold of us when he found-“

“Mr.Agreste? As in Adrien’s dad? What was he doing there?” Jason questioned. “I thought the man never showed himself to those types of events? Hell, he only went to one of your galas and that was years ago!” 

“Well, he showed up this time.” Selina answered. 

“And somehow he found a way to contact us when Amira wasn’t feeling well.” Bruce noted, Jason watching his brow furrow. “Why did he contact us?”

“Maybe because we are her guardians at the moment instead of the Dupain-Chengs?”

“That’s not what I meant. Why did he directly call us instead of a hotel staff or his secretary-”

“Secretary? Oh! Did you mean that lady with the red highlight on her hair?” Jason asked, remembering Natalie from an old gala from a year ago. 

“Now that you mention it, she wasn’t there when we went to find Amira.” 

“Nor was she the one to make the call even though she is the one to usually make the calls for him.” Bruce pointed out. “What made him do it this time?”

A phone went off, Bruce realizing it was his own, wondering what Tim needed at this time. “Tim? What-”

“It’s Damian! Damian hacked the zeta tube! And he’s heading to Paris!”

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His father barely made it to the party hall before he started coughing up blood, Adrien almost freezing as he watched his father collapse on the stairs. With a quick dial, he called Natalie to find him and take his father back home, something Adrien knew would happen and yet held hope that it didn’t. 

Shortly after his father had gone back home, the party started to die down, people slowly bidding their goodbyes and farewells, one by one leaving the hall to head back home.

Soon, it was just the four friends remaining in the hall…or rather Adrien and Chloe and a shaken Sabrina and Nino.

Alya had left shortly after Marinette had left, telling Adrien and Chloe to call her when they had the chance.

“So what happened to that akuma?” Sabrina asked, Adrien turning to face Chloe, his eyes wide and shaky.

“Chloe, what is she talking about? What akuma?” Chloe bit her cheek. How did she forget- oh right his dad.

“Turns out the reason as to why Marinette suddenly left the table was due to spotting an akuma. We barely managed to recover most of the footage, but one thing is clear. Marinette broke down after following the akuma to my suite. From there, the akuma wasn’t seen again, your dad finding her and calling someone, or rather, M. Wayne.”

“Is she alright?” Adrien asked, hating that his excitement on seeing his father up and about made him forget that they were looking for Marinette.

“Has anyone been able to contact her? I’ve been trying to call but no one is answering.” Nino said, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking. Sabrina shook her head. A ding rang from Nino’s phone, Nino quickly whipped it out in hope that it was Marinette only for his shoulders to sink. “Oh. It’s my mom. She’s waiting for me outside.”

“It is getting late.” Chloe pointed out, noticing that her phone was reading 14:45.

“I should be heading home too.” Sabrina stated. “I’m going to wait for my dad at the lobby.” 

“Let us know if Marinette calls any of you, okay? I’ll try to call her one more time before heading to sleep.” Nino said before saying goodbye, Sabrina joining him shortly after.

And with that, it was just Chloe and Adrien by themselves in Chloe’s room, the two just staring at the ceiling once Chloe managed to send out one last set of instructions to the hotel employees for the night.

“How the hell did it end up like this?” Chloe asked, wondering if anyone had the answer. “How did an akuma appear right under our noses? We were supposed to have asked her about being Ladybird and not find out Hawkmoth was at our party. ”

That’s right.

They were supposed to have the party, Chloe was supposed to pretend to not feel well and have Marinette bring her to her room. There, Chloe was going to bring up not feeling well due to finding out something regarding Hawkmoth. That he was the reason as to why she was feeling under the weather.

Using that as bait, she was going to tell Marinette about needing to contact a vigilante and wanting to help them, she was going to beg Marinette to help her…to let her help her and the rest of the vigilantes…

About knowing she was Ladybird and asking her to come clean…even if she knew this might affect their relationship…that it might hurt her…

Part of Chloe was glad that their plan failed…and yet…

“Chloe, we couldn’t have predicted an akuma would be spotted during the party, nonetheless Marinette being the one to see it.”

“Alya was supposed to alert us about anything that seemed off from the entrance of the hall or about the people who walked in. If Alya was doing her job properly, then we could’ve-”

“Alya risked her mother’s job to be there tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be there to begin with, remember? But thanks to her, we managed to connect our conclusion of-”

“This doesn’t prove anything!” Chloe screeched, sitting up from her bed. “This doesn’t prove that Hawkmoth is actually planning something big nor did we get confirmation about Marinette being Ladybug! It didn’t do anything!” 

“I know you’re frustrated, but Chloe, Alya showed us the evidence. All the evidence is there. The party was just to confirm everything even though we know Mari-”

“But she isn't’ Ladybird!” Chloe screamed. “Because I thought I knew who Ladybird really was!” Chloe yelled. “I thought I knew who she was behind the mask and it definitely wasn’t Marinette!”

“Chloe, what do you mean you thought you knew?” Adrien watched Chloe purse her lips. “Chloe, what do you mean that you knew who Ladybird-”

“This entire time…this entire time I thought Ladybird was a Wayne..”

“What?” Adrien quietly asked. “Chloe, I don’t think there’s a Wayne-“

“Remember back in November, during our stay with the Wayne’s?” A hum. “Remember that video they played during the Gala?”

“What does that video have to do with any of this?” Adrien asked.

I needed to get this off my chest…I can’t keep this from Adrien. I can’t.

“After the video was finished, I told you I needed a break, some fresh air…thanks to that, I ended up overhearing a conversation I wasn't supposed to eavesdrop on. 

They were talking about someone named Amira-“

“Amira?” So he wasn’t the only one who knew about that name…wait…

Since the Gala? Chloe heard the name and never told him about it? Then again…he never told her about having heard it around the same-

“Are you listening?” 

“I-I am!” Adrien managed to say, scolding himself as Chloe glared at him.

“As I was saying, I ended up listening to Barbara and Tim's conversation regarding-”

“Barbara? As in Babs? From the Christmas party?” Chloe nodded. 

“She was arguing with Tim over the video that had played and how Amira was going to get upset when she found out about the recording.” Ah, so she didn’t know about Jason- wait…

Jason? As in…the same Jason that Marinette said died months ago? The best friend that caused her to become Ban- wait… best friend?

Best friend…best friend? Right!

Didn’t…didn’t M.Pennyworth say that Jason’s best friend was his sister? And didn’t that sister move to Paris to-

Oh…

OH.

But…

How was he at the Dupain-Cheng’s residence that day?

Shouldn’t he, well…be dead?

After all, Marinette would never lie about anything like that…wait…

Marinette knew about Jason’s death…she was close to Jason to not only know about him, but also the other Wayne’s… she moved to Paris around the same time as Jason’s sister Amira-

Oh…oh no…

Oh fuck.

“-if anyone catches her bad side, she’ll resent them, hold a grudge against them. But that isn’t why-”

Adrien opened his mouth to speak. “Chloe..can I say something real quick>”

“Adrien, please.” I can’t believe it,” Just…listen.” Chloe pleaded. 

I knew it… He’s not paying attention.

“Chloe, we need-”

“Let me finish this Adrien..please.” Chloe begged, even when she knew Adrien had something to say. 

“As I was saying, I didn’t bring up Amira’s supposed temper for no reason. It was what they said after, a place they mentioned, that made me believe Ladybird was this Amira they mentioned.” Chloe brought her knees to her chest. “They mentioned Amira being in Paris, but more specifically, how Amira was protecting Paris.

They mentioned how she held a grudge against the Justice League-”

“The Justice League?” Adrien almost shrieked. “As in the recently created hero group? Well, not recent, but- that Justice League? What would they want with-”

“They wanted to keep an eye on her by making her join them. But instead of just asking her to be a part of their association, they apparently kidnapped, making her distrust them completely…

But just as you mentioned…the Justice League is an association of heroes, people who work to protect the people of Earth…and if they had approached Amira to keep an eye on her, then that must mean they were aware of her being a hero, well, vigilante…

And if that did mean Amira was indeed a hero…it explained a photo I saw during our stay at the manor.”

“Photo?” Adrien asked. 

She solidified her conclusion with a single photo? Never mind that, he needed to tell her what he just realized!

“I n-never mentioned this because…well…It was embarrassing, utterly embarrassing.” She said under her breath as she calmed herself down. “The night before the party, I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck into the kitchen and on my way back…I got lost.” Adrien stifled a laugh, so Chloe continued. 

Knew he was going to laugh. “I ended up going into a room that wasn’t mine. 

But it wasn’t just any room. It was a room filled with photos of a girl around our age. A girl who was close to Bruce’s sons. A girl who grew up in that manor and whose life just stopped out of nowhere only to be continued by a single photo. 

But not just any photo, but a photo from the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

“Chloe, anyone can get-”

“Adrien, I’m not referring to the type of photos any tourist around 24:00 can access. I’m talking about a photo captured past 24:00, like 01:00 or 02:00.

A photo that requires going past the floor in which the lift stops. A photo where only certain people can access at that hour: one of Paris’ vigilantes.

And since there was no other explanation, that had to be it. It’s what I believed.

Ladybird…

That Ladybird was Amira… Amira Wayne…

But then Alya brought this.” Chloe gestured to nothing as she held back tears. “And now…now I don’t know what to do, what to believe in…” Adrien sat next to Chloe, joining her wallowing. “I want to trust Mari…but now…I don’t know what to do.”

Adrien felt as Chloe leaned against his shoulder, knowing he had to take his own information off his chest.

It was now or never. 

“Ever since Alya brought this to our attention,” he felt Chloe fix herself. “I’ve been doubting something that had been lingering in my mind ever since we returned from Gotham. 

Just like you, I also had my head wrapped around a girl named Amira-”

“What?” Chloe straightened up. “When did you hear the- wait. Was this what you were referring to before Alya entered the room the other day?” Adrien nodded. “Go on.”

As if he had any other choice.

“These past few months, I tried to push this one thought to the back of my head and forget about it.

But then the Banshee incident happened. The kidnapping. The Christmas gift exchange…

Then Mari’s sudden disappearance…

The Wayne's somehow getting involved in all of these things.”

“Now that you mentioned it…”

“But to be honest, nothing really connected until you mentioned the video from the Gala…Chloe, were you aware that video was pre-recorded?”

“Pre-recorded?”

“After the gala, M.Pennyworth mentioned something…somethings.

He mentioned that video having been pre-recorded months ago…right before Jason’s death.”

“Jason’s- Adrien. We saw him at the Christmas-”

“Exactly. We saw him, we interacted with him…he is alive. And we know M.Pennyworth would never lie about something like that…nor would Marinette.

Especially when we know she barely snaps like she did when Lila mentioned knowing her best friend, her brother. Of being there that night at the gala.

She not only confronted Lila, but she was crying over Jason, she got overwhelmed just recalling his death…to the point she became akumatized…”

Adrien hated Chloe’s reaction to this. He hated how she was slowly processing this information…the way she was painfully approaching the same conclusion he was getting to…

Is this how Alya felt when she found out about Marinette being Ladybird?

“After the whole Banshee incident and the Wayne helping to find Marinette when she was kidnapped, I remembered something Nino told me that day.

He mentioned that Richard and Wally had referred to Marinette as Amira…and if she was being referred to Amira by Richard and Wally, people whom she holds dearly and was best friends with Jason…Marinette even calling him her brother…moving to Paris to mourn said brother…then that could only mean one thing…”

“She was never Marinette to begin with…” Chloe whispered. “Not only is she Ladybird..not only did she hide from us about being Ladybird…”

“But she didn’t trust us enough with her actual identity…” Adrien concluded. “She couldn’t trust us in keeping her identity of being a Wayne…”

So her name is Amira Wayne…

“So I was right..” Adrien heard Chloe murmur. “ So I was on the right track.”

“The right track?” Adrien asked her, watching as she got up, walking up her closet and exposing the ABP board she had been making at the back. “Chloe…how long have you been making this?” He asked as he approached the bulletin board strapped with red strings and an array of photos. 

As he glanced at the table beneath the board, he took another look, feeling the world around him stop, quickly recognizing the item on it. “Chloe. Where did you get this?”

Chloe felt her heart stop when she saw what Adrien was referring to, quickly dashing to pick it up before he could. She was a second too late.

“I can’t believe you out of all people saw this!” Chloe dramatically said as she pried the phone from Adrien’s hand, stuffing it into her pocket.“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Can you imagine what would happen if it was someone else who saw my old phones from-“

“Chloe. Drop the act.”

“Come on Adrikins! I get you don’t have many things to tease me about, but-” 

“We’ve known each other since we were kids and I know all of the gifts you’ve ever gotten from your father whether it was the random pen from his office or the latest jewel on the market. You have never once not shown me the latest thing you got.

“This one-“

“That isn’t a phone that is on the market and I should know since my father has declined every promo offer relating to phones. And out of all the promos, I never saw that model.”

Chloe bit her tongue. Should she continue to try and find her way out of- no. 

This was Adrien. But if she told him, then that would mean betraying her fellow teammates. 

Betraying- right…

Ladybird is Mari-Amira… 

What was she supposed to do? “So I’m going to ask you again, where did you get that-“

“Kid, as much as I love and care about you, sometimes you make me wonder if you actually have a brain or not.” Plagg casually said as he appeared before both Adrien and Chloe. 

“Plagg!” “A Kwami?” 

The duo looked at each other. 

“Honey Bee! Don’t just sit by! Help me out here!” Plagg whined, causing Pollen to emerge from her hiding place.

“Pollen!”

“I’m sorry my Queen, but we couldn’t keep quiet when you two have figured out so many things already!”

“Plagg, what’s going-”

“It’s Duusu.” Plagg started. 

“Who?” Chloe asked.

“Duusu -one of our fellow Kwami- we can sense them again after so many years!” Pollen said.

“Sense? What do you mean-” 

“For the past hundred of years, we’ve been looking for Duusu as they got separated from us during a raid on one of the Guardian Temples. Since then, Master Fu has been trying to regain them when he got a faint signal from them in Paris years ago. But since then we haven’t been able to track them.”

“Until now!”

“So shouldn’t you be happy you found-”

“That’s where the good news ends, kit.” Plagg wished he wasn’t the one to tell his holder about this. “Before their signal went out, they managed to let us know about one thing.”

“Which was?” Chloe asked.

“Duusu…” Pollen sniffled. “Duusu told us he was with Nooroo.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Adrien asked. Pollen shook her head.

“Nooroo, he’s Hawkmoth’s Kwami.” Plagg informed them…”In other words…”

“Hawkmoth has Duusu…he has another miraculous…fuck.”

--

“Recognized: Ladybird A01,” the automated voice spoke as Damian walked out of the booth, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, watching his breath become visible in the air.

The code he reworked…worked… good. 

Now standing outside the booth, Damian wondered what people saw in this place, readjusting his small bag over his shoulder. 

It looked just like any other city he had been to if he were to be completely honest: bright, loud and yet silent due to the late hours of the night. 

But at least he could cross off Paris from his bucket list of cities to step foot in. 

Finding the bakery didn’t take long.

Thanks to the research he did beforehand, Damian whipped out a printed out map of the neighborhood and memorized the route before tucking it back into his bag. 

Quickly making his way towards it, Damian let out a scoff as he landed on the rooftop.  

To think the building his sister was residing in has no type of security besides the two cameras by the entrance of the bakery on the ground floor.

It was there and then that Damian decided he must speak with his father regarding the poor security in the building his sister was living in. 

Why was there no type of security for an Al Ghul-

Damian found himself puzzled over his pausing of his current thought. 

An Al Ghul heir

An Al Ghul. 

Amira didn’t consider herself that, even going as far as rejecting their own grandfather as family…

To think she considered the orphans their father decided to pity on as actual family rather than her own blood. 

Damian pushed the thought to the back of his mind. 

He was here to see his sister and to investigate why their father came here instead of staying at Gotham. 

To figure out why their father decided to follow his sister and not stay in Gotham to train him. 

To ask his sister why she wasn’t in Gotham…

Why she wasn’t Robin…

And what she was doing in Paris…

Damian frowned at how easily he was able to lift the skylight window without tripping any alarm, slowly slipping into his sister's bedroom. 

He didn’t expect to see his sister curled up in the middle of her room, a hairless cat attempting to cheer her up as it nudged her hand. 

But it didn’t take long before the cat turned towards him and started to hiss, but his sister didn’t move one bit. 

What was going on?

What happened to the sister that glowered at him? 

Where was she?

Because if this was her…

“Pathetic.”

NEXT

#maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne #amira wayne

[aasia-na]

well because amira asked me ( @amira-wayne-al-ghul ), here’s my story. the one that tells you how i became aasia, the goddess of the dark and shadows. how i died too, i guess.

it gets slightly long so it’s under the cut

well, we first go back a hundred years, when my grandfather was in need of someone to carry forth the league, to have someone to be in charge of the league. somewhere during this time, my mother had an affair with erebus, the greek personification of darkness. this has confused me for a while too, mainly since he was a primordial but i did not know off this until a few months ago. 

my mother was pregnant, and seeing this as a perfect chance, my grandfather prayed to the deities. all of them, the primordials, the gods, anyone he could. none answered for a while, but then when my mother was eight months long, one answered.

nyx, the personification and primordial of the night, as well as the wife or erebus, answered. i’m not sure what grandfather offered her, or if it was only because i was, in a way, her child too, but she answered. she promised my grandfather two things: 1. i would have great power when i was born and 2. i would be immortal, not die unless killed my someone who can kill a god. while me being a god wasn’t promised, nyx prophesied that if i was worthy, i would join olympus

she took me under her wing from the moment i opened my eyes. nyx was my patron, she taught me everything when it came to powers. my mother taught me the skills of being an assassin, grandfather how to lead, and nyx how to be great. 

however, you couldn’t stop a teenager. i was quite the party girl, be it only on weekends, but every sunday i would drink with someone, who i didn’t know was dionysus. that’s how i met primrose, the daughter of demeter, as well. 

i was twenty when the final test came to me. this was around eighty three years ago, but the gods tested me. bended me until i broke, and nyx thought i was worthy enough. i had just passed their trials, fought creatures they couldn’t and won, not to mention i was still half primordial. so nyx confronted zues and out of the fear he held for my patron, he made me a god. i stopped ageing.

olympus and i never got along, aside from maybe dionysus, hestia and persephone, none of them really liked me but it didn’t matter because the gods of the darkness did. the smaller ones often over looked by the so called olympians loved me, and for them i would give the world. 

dionysus threw a lot of parties, many of which i attended, where i met andrea, who i thought i was the one for me for seventy years. mother hated andrea’s mom, and my lover, but i was . . . i was so taken by her i gave her my everything. my first love. we stayed together for long years, so many so i’ve lost count, but then because of something she still blames me for, we broke up.

i got reckless. amira was born not long after and then she and aisha became my one goal to protect. prim and i stayed home, helping mama raise those two, i was there for every small achievement until they turned five. until one day, grandfather sent me on a mission. 

what i hadn’t known then was that this mission was to kill me. for my death. so i went, and i died. a dagger in my heart from where he stabbed me and buried me, right next to his beloved. 

that was me, until i died.

#dc rpg #dc roleplay #open blog #batfam roleplay #league of assassins #aasia #talia al ghul #al ghul

[waremyth]

Reunion

I was currently getting ready for a reunion at Francios Dupont, my fiancé is currently trying to get our children dressed, oh right you don't know yet, let me explain

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I had defeated hawkmoth with dragon, viper, princess honey, chat noir, and lastly bunix, after the defeat we revealed our identities to each other, jagged had adopted us after finding out that my parents had abused me and that Adrien's father was hawkmoth and had isolated Adrien from the outside world other than school, Lukas mother had kicked him out because Julica told her that he was helping a bully and is being one so jagged took full custody of him, when he had adopted Adrien and I we were.... let's say complicated, I didn't like being locked in a room for too long, and hands or voices being raised at me because of the bullying and the abuse, while Adrien didn't like being stuck in a room locked or a house alone, they didn't know till it happened(ill make small one-shots for how they figured it out later) they tried to not do those things just in case, once fagged found out about the bullying and they found out about a couple of scars from the class, jagged moved us to Gotham and we transferred to Gotham high, Adrien and luka had made the sister protection squad aka SPS, after about two weeks of school I had made friends with Damien Wayne the ice prince of Gotham and John Kent, we were unsure about them until a month after, about five months after Damien asked me out on a date and to be his girlfriend and i said yes, then about two weeks later Adrien and John got together and yes they know what had happened to us in Paris, and we know each other's identities, after being together for a year Damien and I had our children twins named Amira and Lilian, about four months after Damien proposed to me, Adrien and Jon where already married and had adopted a meta human child, his name is Dax, Luka and Kagami are also married, Chloe is engaged to Tim, Alix met a girl with white hair down to her shoulders, blue left eye, hazel left eye, loves black clothes, her name is Wendy, Shes very nice, they are currently girlfriends soon more, I still have a problem with hands raised at me but I try my best to block it out when I'm ladybird, now let's continue shall we?

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I was currently wondering if I should change out of the dress I'm currently wearing a red that fades to black dress that goes down to my feet, with off the shoulder sleeves, you can see some parts of my scars, I heard my door click open so I turned around to see Damien there, "angel you look gorgeous" "really I don't look ugly in this dress" Damien walks over to me and kisses me "Angel you're not ugly, your beautiful" "but my scars..." "show that you went through something bad and out came it" he said then kissed my dimples "also I had found out that Adrien, Jon, Chloe and Tim will be coming, Alix said that they won't be with us today" "will she be-" proposing, yes she is" I smile "They're going to finally make it official" Damien just chuckled and we had set off to my old school with Amira and Lilian, about ten minutes later we reached toe school, and I was nervous, my whole French class will be hear, the worst bullies I have ever had with Lila at the top, I had squeezed Damien's hand for comfort and he squeezed it back just as tight to reassure me, we had started walking in after and saw Adrien, Jon, Chloe, and Tim in the corner, we had decided to go join them after about twenty-thirty minutes I had went to go find myself a drink, when two people I knew all too well came to me "Oh Marinette, why are you hear you aren't apart of this class anymore*Gasps*are you hear to bully me again I'm so sorry if I did something to you" "Mari-slut how could you come here just to bully sweet Lila, you're a monster" about to smack her but someone grabbed her arm, I look over and see Damien glaring at her "TT, what do you think you're doing you my wife you harlots" I then see the twins run up to me saying "Mama" "mom!" I hug the two and look up to see Damien looking at them along with Tim, Jon, and Chloe, Adrien came to me to calm me down and check for any injuries on me, "TT, Tim starts the plan, were going to leave afterward" Tim had nodded and went up to the podium, I was confused, there was a plan? " Everyone can I have your attention please!" everyone stopped talking and look at him "please turn you direction to the screen please" everyone looked at the screen and a video started playing.

Everyone was shocked and horrified to learn this, police officers had come in and is currently escorting Lila to the car, while Damien and her friend and family left the scene.

#mlb x dc #daminette #My Idea

[pan-fried-autism]

OC LIST

you know what. maybe i'll finally make an oc list thing.

AHEM

GREMS FUNNY WORLD

MAJOR

Grementine Mewton (28-37, she/her or they/he [pronouns go to the latter set once grem is 32])

Merell Morgan (29-38, she/her)

M0u5e Mewton (4-13ish, he/she/it)

Cr1ck3t Akdow-Mewton (6, she/her)

Al4baster Akdow-Mewton (1, they/them)

Jack Harris (28-37, he/him)

SUPPORTING

Bunny Harris (nee Hopper) (28-37, she/her)

Easton Harris (2-11, he/him)

Minnie Harris (1-10, she/her)

Natalie Harris (couple months old-8 1/2, she/her)

Beans Akdow-Harris (7 mo, she/her)

Lionel Mewton (55-64, he/him)

Lupus Mewton (55-64, he/him)

MINOR

Leslie Mewton (2, she/her)

Lopsy Shepherd (24-33, all pronouns)

Rolando Rojas (baby, he/him)

Raymond Rojas (baby, he/him)

Lucy Rojas (5, she/her)

Tony Rojas (3, he/him)

Quillin Mewton (6-15, he/him)

Jane Welker (37, she/her)

Willow MacDonald (nee Jerseytail) (37, she/her)

Lewis Flores-Little (37, he/him)

Dorina Whittebaker (nee Wong) (57, she/her)

Louise Whittebaker (26, she/her)

Finnley/Finn Whittebaker (23, he/him)

The Harris family

ROCK MONSTERS WORLD

MAJOR

Keith Beaston/Rock Monster (22, he/him [later he/she])

Maria Wayne/Fame Monster (25, she/her)

Virgil Beaston (19, he/him)

Addison/Addie Blair Fogle (22, they/them)

Mabel Fogle-Beaston (14, she/her)

Lime Beaston (13, she/her)

Nicolas Beaston (11, he/him)

SUPPORTING

Kendall McCormick (21, he/they)

Ferrel Williams (22-41, he/him)

Wendy Tiburóna (22, she/her)

Reese Beaston (nee Wayne) (46, she/her)

Frank Beaston (46, he/him)

Roger Nulling (22, he/him)

MINOR

Arty

Bethany

Lily

Pixel Hernandez (19, it/they)

Jodi Milch (19, she/they)

Holland/Holly Watanabe (19, she/her)

Kevin Ryan (20, he/him)

KINGSLAYERS

MAJOR

Mason Keller (24, he/him)

Amira Gutierrez (24, she/her)

James Lytton (24, he/him)

Maxie Dawson (16, they/them)

Charlotte/Lottie Cumberdale (15, she/her)

Chamberlain/Lain Cumberdale (15, he/him)

Ashwyn Toa (129, he/him)

Derik Strangern I (25, he/him)

Marisel Peters (22, she/her)

Carrie von Sensenmann I (23, she/her)

SUPPORTING

Martin Vulcaton (24, he/him)

Victoria Strangern (nee Crossica) (50, she/her)

Barnabas/Barny Dawson (47, he/him)

Morana Strangern I (23, she/her)

Auric Strangern I (dead, he/him)

MINOR

Janice Watterson (nee Lytton) (24, she/her)

Chloe Dawson (nee Sasaki) (39, she/her)

Jericho Weber (29, they/she)

Nero Strangern II (19, he/him)

Katrianne le Clerk (nee Allard) (dead, she/her)

Elise Keller (nee le Clerk) (54, she/her)

Almorte (immortal, it/he)

Vajasi (immortal, she/he)

Paulina Moore (16, she/her)

Dion Morgan (7, he/him)

THE BAT OUT OF HELL

UH I ONLY HAVE THREE SORRY

Bronach O'Byrne (28, he/it)

Mother Helena Sullivan (24, she/it)

Champagne Stirrwell (30, they/them)

MIITOPIA OCS. I DONT HAVE THAT MANY OF THESE

Help Mii/Helamea (17, she/her)

FNF OC

Lime and Nick

MP/Minus!Plumeria (26, she/her)

MG/Minus!Guzma (26, he/him)

MK/Minus!Koko (15, they/them)

8-Byte (juvenile, it/its + she/her if ur close)

A-Body (adult, he/bit)

RAR OCs

Strawberry/Strawbei (23, any pronouns)

Partridgeberry/Party (23, he/him)

Tomato/Tom/Tommy (23, he/she)

Golden Delicious/Goldie (23, she/her)

Red Delicious/Red/Rouge/Rosie (22, he/she/they [depends how he feels])

Spherekhail Davies (29, he/him)

Fumonis but only because they and Strawbei are dating

DEMON OCs

John Jonn/Mr. Bland/"Osteorachnid" (looks early 20s, he/him)

Laurel/"Amedusa" (looks early 20s, he/she)

Fumonis (looks mid 20s, he/she/they)

Spirece (30+ but demons age differently so they're around 18-19 in human years, they/them)

Beetle (baby, she/rot)

Abalain/Abbie (old, she/they)

Plasma (old, he/him)

Scorpent (not as old but still old, ve/ver)

Spherekhail

A-Body

Help Mii/Helamea

Helena

POLYGONAL ALIENS

Trianna Isomer (25, she/her)

Angulaure Arithmette (22, she/they/ze)

Pentylle Murphy (32, she/xe/it)

Spherekhail

MMHOPH OCS

Ryoshi Mao (16, he.him)

Meowlentine Mao I (14, she/her)

Hanna Keys (11, she/her)

Vinnie Mao (6, he/him)

Nia Mao (5, she/her)

Lennie (15, he/him)

POKEMON OCS

Koherna/Koko Addleson (15, she/her)

Noir Bellin (13, she/her)

Mohna Aether (14, she/her)

Blanca (11, she/her)

Lexi Lox (16, she/they)

Reya Smith (17, she/her)

Robyn Decker (12, she/they)

Kagome (scrafty, she/her)

Inari (scrafty, he/him)

Chihiro (scraggy, he/him)

Trixie (tinkaton, she/it)

Sneaks (salandit, he/him)

Professor Merlin Mahogany (30, he/they)

STEVEN UNIVERSE OCs

Emerald (she/her)

Yukonite/Yukie (she/her)

Blue Sandstone/Blue (he/him)

Calypso Barriga (15, she/her)

MISCHELLANOUSE

Kira Mori (16, she/her)

#oc list

[darkred1]

Ok y’all don’t follow this page follow my other one @maxine-drusilla-wayne . My phone is even more broken @amira-wayne-al-ghul

Pls don’t think I was ignoring you ,you know you my best friend

[teagrayson]

every so often, i’ll wake up and cry because of the losses i’ve faced. be if because of my family or my ex, or anything else or maybe i am so happy i cry. those emotions became lyrics and lyrics became songs and eventually songs became an whole album.

sunshine, by thea grayson out april 14th <3

outfits by @florence-wayne-official, written by @that-one-gotham-kid @teagrayson @artistingotham @amira-wayne-al-ghul ❤️‍🔥

#batfam oc #t(h)ea #batfam rp #dc rp #batfam #batsis #lights camera action #rp account #batbro #gotham rp #batsis oc #roleplay blog #rp blog #rp #batfam roleplay #dc roleplay #thea grayson-wayne