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Spook-tober Maribat — Day 10 — Masks/Capes

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Alright! Here we go! The premise of the story is inspired by Teleporting into your life by @izanae Great story!! You should totally read it if you haven’t already!

I will totally write more about it! There is technically no pairing, but there is going to be one in the future (when I’ve decided which one)!

Also, I will post the Day 10 of Maribat Rare Pairs tomorrow. I totally have the idea, I just didn’t have time to write it yet. Oops.

Edit: Here is part 2.

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When she started her day, Marinette had been prepared for it to be bad. Hawkmoth had been silent for too long now, and she was seventy-five percent sure he was going to strike today. How bad it was going to be was a coin’s toss, of course, but Marinette was ready.

Or so she thought.

The Akuma, who had decided that striking in the middle of her Math class was the best idea ever, wasn’t objectively that bad. There weren't any minions! That was good, minions were a pain to deal with. But neither her, nor Chat Noir knew who it was, or what their powers were. The only thing they could say, at first, was that the person getting hit by the laser were teleported elsewhere.

Then, a little girl that had been separated from her father, in the park, was hit despite Ladybug's best effort to save her. The good thing was that she got out without any injuries, and that they now knew what the Akuma's power was.

The bad news was that it was bad.

The little girl had reappeared beside her father, a leather-like rope bounding her wrist with her father’s. Ladybug could feel her eyes widen in realisation, looking back toward Chat to see the same horror she was feeling on his face.

“Hahahaha,” the Akuma cackled, pointing their gloved hand toward the reunited father-daughter duo. “Now you can’t leave her behind! You’re forced to stay with her and be a dad!”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Ladybug muttered under her breath, panic overwhelming her. Her parents couldn’t know she was Ladybug, they couldn’t.

She saw movement from the corner of her eyes and had just enough time to grab Chat and hide, before the Akuma’s laser touched where they had been.

“That’s no good, my Lady,” he told her, panic in his voice. “My father can’t know I’m Chat Noir, it would be really, really, very bad!”

“Don’t worry, Chaton,” she told him with a confidence she didn’t feel. “We just have to not get hit.”

It wasn’t that easy, of course it wasn’t. Because this Akuma had to be a slippery one, of course it was.

They almost had them when it happened. Chat was distracted helping a kid run and was almost hit by the laser, and Ladybug didn’t really think. She had seen the panic in his eyes when he had talked about his dad. Letting her parents know about her being Ladybug was the less of the two evils, in this situation. She jumped in, pushing Chat out of the way.

Her last thought, before getting hit in the chest, was that she really hoped her parents were hiding in the bakery and not in an akuma shelter. Then, she was surrounded by a blinding light.

Next thing she knew, she stumbled on her feet, smashing face first in a hard chest. Taking quickly a couple of steps back, she looked around her, her panic fueled mind not really registering the anomalies.

She… wasn’t in the bakery. Not in an akuma shelter, either, they weren’t this… big. And the people around her were all wearing masks.

“You,” she started dumbly, blinking at the tall man in black in front of her. “You aren’t my father.”

“Ah,” he told her blandly, looking down, between her and the rope binding them. “Not as far as I know, no.”

She looked down at the rope, blinking confusedly at it. She could already feel her heart start to beat faster.

“It’s not what was supposed to happen,” she started, only to be interrupted by the sensation of a blade on her neck.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” A boy, maybe her age, maybe a bit younger, it was hard to tell with the mask, asked her with a harsh tone.

“No, no, no, you don’t understand,” she said desperately, shaking her head and her eyes tearing up. “It’s not what was supposed to happen! The Akuma wasn’t supposed to do that!”

“Oh my god,” a redhead in a wheelchair, and the only one not wearing a mask, exclaimed suddenly, making everyone turn toward her. “You’re Ladybug!”

“Um, yes?” She said, her mental breakdown momentarily forgotten. She only now realised that they were talking in English. “Are we… Are we not in France anymore?!”

She ignored the crack in her voice, looking around her again. She used her gloved hand to push away the katana at her throat, knowing the blade couldn’t get through, making the boy holding it hiss furiously.

“No, you’re not,” the man that shouldn’t be bound to her, told her slowly, and she really looked at his face for the first time since she got here. Only to jerk back in panic, stretching the rope that shouldn’t be there at its limit.

“Holy— Holy Duck!” She exclaimed, pointing rudely at him and ignoring the person that muttered ‘holy duck?’ behind her. “You’re— You’re Batman!”

“I am,” freaking Batman told her, with a softer voice than what she had been expecting.

“You shouldn’t!”

“Hey, kid,” a guy in a dumpster fire of a red helmet told her softly, taking a step toward her. “Why don’t you tell us what is happening, exactly?”

“”This is not what the Akuma is supposed to do! Non!” She screamed, waving her hands hysterically. She barely noticed how it was making Batman's arm move uncontrollably. “It was supposed to bind me to my father! You’re not my father, you can’t be! Because that would mean that papa isn’t my father, and it can’t be. It’s not, because my life can’t be a lie! And— And— Who finds out they are adopted because of a supervillain! I can’t be that unlucky! It’s a misunderstanding! The Akuma probably glitched! Because freaking Batman can’t be my father!”

She ended her tirade on a high pitched tone, everyone in the… laboratory? was staring at her like she was on the verge of insanity, even the stabby kid! To be fair, she was feeling on the edge of insanity.

“Holy shit, B,” the red helmet person said with awe in his tone. “You got another one.”

Batman only stared at her with his creepy white mask-eyes, and she felt like she was going to cry. But she couldn’t, because Chat was back in Paris, and she needed to stop the Akuma before he was sent to his father. Taking a deep breath, she buried down all of her feelings, schooling her features.

“I need to go back to Paris,” she said, looking down at her wrist. “And it looks like you’ll need to come with me.”

“You don’t think you will simply let—” Stabby Boy started, only to be cut by Batman’s hand.

“How urgent is the situation?” He asked her, still staring at her.

“Very,” she told him with great emphasis.

“Alright, but we both come back here after,” he waited for her to agree before nodding, ignoring the protest it caused. “If we use a Zeta Tube we could—”

“We won’t need it,” she interrupted, opening her yoyo to take out the horse Miraculous, under the incredulous stare of everyone. “I have an instantaneous way of travel.”

She looked down at the box, frowning in thought.

“Batman can’t be seen in Paris,” she said slowly, still in an internal debate.

“If you think that he is going to unmask—” Stabby Boy said, but Ladybug only waved him off. She heard a choked off laughter, but ignored it.

“Take that, put it on,” she told Batman, giving him the Miraculous.

“I don’t use magic,” he told her, looking down at it.

“I’m sorry to hurt your… sensibilities, Monsieur Batman,” she said with a faux-cheerful smile. “But today, you do. I can’t let Hawkmoth learn that Batman is my— And, if you don’t have a suit that you could change in in the next thirty seconds, you’re putting on this Miraculous.”

He stared at her some more, trying to intimidate her, probably, but she didn’t have time for that, so she just grabbed his hand and put the Miraculous in it.

“It’s official,” Red Helmet Guy muttered to another man wearing blue and black. “She is my favorite sibling.”

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It took thirty minute to defeat the Akuma, after they got back to Paris. Fighting while being bound to Batman had been surprisingly easy. Awkward, at first, but he was good enough to adapt to her, and they quickly got the hang of it.

They made a detour quickly for her to recharge, hidden from him, before they got back to the Batcave. The freaking Batcave. And Ladybug was now surrounded by a bunch of Gotham vigilantes, wondering if now was a good time to break down.

“So, you’re B kid,” Red Helmet Guy started, raising his hands to take off his helmet.

“Non!” she screamed, taking an involuntary step toward him. “Don’t take off your mask!”

He paused, tilting his head slightly.

“Why? All you have to do is ask your mom who your dad is, and you will know who Batman is.”

“I— I won’t do that,” she said slowly, looking between the people in the cave. “I’m not taking my mask off, either.”

“What,” Batman said, and it probably should have been a question, but it really wasn’t.

“I can’t do that,” she told him, looking down at the Horse Miraculous in her hands. “I can’t risk my identity with Hawkmoth out there.”

“We are not even in Paris!” A young man sitting at the computer chair told her incredulously.

“There is no way for Hawkmoth to reach us, here,” Batman told her softly, and she was surprised by the softness once again.

“But,” she started, taking a deep breath before looking straight at the creepy white eyes. “Can you promise, with absolute certainty, that you will never set foot in Paris while Hawkmoth is actif. Not as Batman, not as your civilian self.”

He didn’t respond, and she huffed with a wry smile.

“That’s why,” she told him, putting on Kaalki’s glasses and unifying them with Tikki. “I know it’s hard to accept, but I can’t take off the mask until Hawkmoth is defeated. And that’s why I don’t want to know your identities, I can’t risk them either.”

“So what? We just let you go?” Stabby Boy told her with disdain. “We may share blood, but that doesn’t mean we should trust you.”

“See, the fact that you share blood with Batman is the exact type of infos I don’t want to know,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. “I’m not asking you to trust me. That’s like, the total opposite of what I’m asking you to do. I’m sorry, but you really don’t have any choice in the matter.”

Batman opened his mouth to say something, probably a protest, but she activated Voyage under her feet, not letting anyone react before she closed it back.

It was the best thing to do.

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[marauderundercover]

Maribat Halloween: Decorating

Marinette Dupain Cheng groans, dropping herself across her friend’s lap, hiding her face in her hands. 

“What’s up Pixie Pop?” Jason asks, his attention immediately on her. She just groans, trying not to think of the ways she had failed today. “Pix?” Jason prompts. She huffs and sits up, pouting. 

“I met a boy today.” She says, and Jason grins. 

“Didya say something embarrassing?” He teases, and she huffs. 

“Kind of.” She says vaguely, not willing to go into it. 

“Ya know you’re gonna tell me eventually. Might as well just tell me now.” Jason points out, and Marinette sighs, rubbing her hand over her face. 

“So he was super cute and instead of doing something normal like tell him he’s cute or ask him out or anything else, I volunteered to be his secretary for the month while his is on vacation.” She rambles out, groaning. Jason snorts, laughing loudly until he stops abruptly. Marinette glances at him, frowning at his sudden change. “What-” 

“Your meeting today, it was at Wayne Enterprises, wasn’t it.” He says, his frustration clear. 

“Yeah?” She draws out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Goddamnit Replacement.” Jason swears, shaking his head. 

“What?” Marinette raises an eyebrow, completely lost. Jason sighs. 

“Let me tell you a little about Tim Drake.”

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Tim Drake was confused, as he walked into Wayne Enterprises on October 1st. And he didn't like to be confused. But all things considered, he felt that his confusion was valid. After all, when he left the building at eleven o'clock last night (long after everyone else, even his secretary, had left), the building looked like a normal office building. Now, though, there were spiderwebs and tiny pumpkins everywhere. Tiny plastic spiders and cloth ghosts hung from the ceilings. It was cute, but he had no idea how it could've happened. Or when. Deciding to check the security tapes, he walks swiftly over to the elevator, blinking in surprise at the change in music. Instead of the usual (boring) elevator music, an instrumental version of "This is Halloween" was playing softly. Honestly, it was impressive. Whoever had managed to do it had done so without Tim seeing them as he left, and without tripping any of the alarms. He'd just have to hope that whoever did it wasn't willing to use their powers for evil.

As the elevator stops at his floor, he mentally makes a note to ask Marinette, his temporary secretary, if she'd seen anyone strange when she left the night before. She’d only been his secretary for two weeks, and was only scheduled to do the job for one more. She had come in for a meeting with Lucius Fox, something to do with a fabric Lucius had developed, Tim was unsure on the details. But when she came in, she’d seen the absolute mess that the top floor had become since Tim’s secretary had left on vacation. She’d nearly insisted on helping out, and Tim honestly loved having her around. Marinette was funny, and cute and smart and- He frowns, shaking his head to clear it. Sure, he had a crush on her. But nothing could come of it. He’d seen Jason picking her up a couple times, and as much as he disliked his brother at times, he wouldn’t try to date the girl his brother was dating. Sighing, he watches as the numbers finally approach his floor.

The second he walks onto his floor, he's bombarded with even more decorations. More of the same from downstairs, but there were also skeletons (dressed in tiny costumes), plastic bags, and Marinette- for some reason- had a witch's hat on. Tim's eyebrow raises. 

"Feeling festive?" He asks, confused. It's not that Marinette was always serious. In fact, he'd seen her leap over a counter for a cup of coffee. But he'd never seen her in a hat. Especially not a witch hat. 

"Is it too much? We don't really do Halloween in France, not like this anyway." She says nervously, touching the hat.

"Well, er, it's definitely more than I'm used to." He says, before the pieces click together. "Wait a minute, did you decorate the entire building?" Tim asks, completely shocked. Though, he probably shouldn't be. The woman was a force of nature. Marinette blushes. 

"Yeah, I just thought- sorry, Jason mentioned something about it the other day.” She says and Tim sighs. Of course his asshole brother had something to do with this. Tim drops into the seat in front of Marinette’s desk and smiles at her gently. 

“What exactly did he say?” Tim asks, and Tim’s surprised to see that Marinette’s face can get even more red. She mumbles something, and Tim frowns. “Couldn’t hear you, Mari.” He says. She sighs, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face. 

“He said that you love Halloween.” She says again, and Tim blinks in surprise. 

“Wait, what?” 

“You, he said that you like Halloween. And I wasn’t exactly sure how much would be too much and I’ve never been great at subtlety and so I decided that it wouldn’t be the end of the world to do the whole tower instead of just this floor but then I had to call Jason to help me change the music in the elevator because I didn’t have the clearance for that and-” She rambles, and Tim frowns, reaching forward to grab her hands to try and get her to slow down, to help her calm down. She takes in a deep breath and grins at him, making his heart skip a beat. 

“Sorry, I just, you were rambling.” Tim says, quickly releasing her hands. 

“I really like you.” She blurts out, her eyes widening. Tim’s eyebrows shoot upwards. 

“I-you-Jason?” He says and she frowns. 

“What about Jason?” She asks. 

“You, you and Jason. I can’t- you’re dating Jason, aren’t you?” He asks, and she laughs, which confuses him even more. Was she laughing at him? Or at the suggestion? 

“Jason is one of my best friends. And, like my friends Adrien and Nino, he’s also practically my brother.” She explains, her amused smile shifting into something else. Something softer. 

“So you aren’t dating my brother?” Tim asks, and Marinette shakes her head, giggling softly. 

“If I was dating Jason, I definitely wouldn’t have decorated the entirety of Wayne Enterprises to try and ask you out.” She says. Tim grins as her words register. 

“You want to ask me out?” He clarifies, and she nods.

“Coffee after work? I’ll buy.” She offers, and he smiles. 

“As long as I can buy next time.” He says with a grin. Who knew a couple of decorations could lead to something so great.

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[nightlychaotic]

Hay Fear

@maribat-october-rarepairs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She looked over the scarecrow lounging on the hay bale, decked out in what she could only call a disco nightmare. The deep plunging neckline with a sky high collar and golden fringe. Marinette was mildly surprised the hay was staying inside the suit.

“Where did you even get that?”

“Get what?”

“The suit. Don’t tell me you made it after Nightwing’s old costume. I know the goal is to scare the bird but we don’t need to torture the rest of humanity.”

“Go on Dick. Tell Marinette where you got the suit,” Jason piped up, dropping of the hay bales he’d been carrying.

Dick glared at his younger brother for a moment as he thought. “I- Um I got it from Etsy.”

Marinette looked mildly horrified. “You commissioned some poor soul to make this monstrosity and it wasn’t me?”

“I- based on your reaction I’m afraid you would have thrown me out the window had I asked you to make it.”

“Dick, love. I love you but I would have immolated you to the fashion gods for this crime against humanity. I fear for the sanity of whichever poor soul had to make this for you.”

Jason laughed as Marinette continued on about the horrors of the suit’s design. “Imagine if she ever came face to face with Nightwing, Dick. How hard do you think she’d go?”

“Don’t you dare-”

“What would you do, Mari?”

“I would thank him for what he does, then ask him what lead to- to that monstrosity and tell him how it could be improved on so many levels.”

“You have no idea how much I would pay to witness that.”

“I’m sorry you never will then.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Come on now,” Marinette interrupted. “This maze won’t build itself and we are running low on time.”

She grinned as the three of them got back to work, Jason and Dick snipping at each other behind her.

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“I don’t think the scarecrows we made did much good,” Marinette pointed out with a small laugh, as crows rested on heads and arms of scarecrows throughout the maze.

Dick laid the back of his hand across his forehead. “All our hard work down the drain.”

She grinned at his dramatics, batting his hand away from his face. “Now I wouldn’t say that. We created some terrifying scarecrows here. Just look at the color schemes and deep necklines.”

“You wound me.”

She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “There's a kiss to make it better.”

The two had almost made it out of the maze when the screaming began. Marinette froze.

“We’re on the opposite side of the fair grounds as the scary parts are.”

Dick glanced behind her towards where they had come, seeing the fear on a guest’s face as they came barrelling past.

“Marinette. I need you to do me a favor and run.”

“And leave you behind, I think not.”

“Marinette, I'm serious. Get out of here before you get exposed to whatever might be in there or hurt.”

She shook her head and dug her heels in. “Only if you come with me. I may not be the most experienced with your villains or rogues or whatnot but I grew up in Paris under an emotional terrorist turning my friends into supervillains. I can take care of myself.”

“Mari-”

“I am not leaving you here to play hero while others escape.”

Dick stared at her as she crossed her arms, the screaming in the maze slowly getting louder. “Mari- It’s my family’s event-” he started before she cut him off.

“-And that doesn’t require you to put your life on the line for them. No one is expecting that from you, Dick. No one is expecting you to go and-” a blood curdling shriek nearby stopped her midsentecne. SHe hesitated glancing back at Dick before turning and taking off heading back into the maze and towards the screams, Dick calling after her before giving chase.

Marinette rounded the corner after a minute slowing as she saw the effects of the fear toxin on the maze’s inhabitants, quickly moving to try and help them. She glanced around before working away at the wall she knew was closest to the outside, pulling hay away, working at creating a quick escape for those affected. She had barely started as Dick caught up to her and she caught a glimpse of metal swinging down.

Marinette bent backwards as the scythe swung over her, right where her head used to be and easily decapitated the scarecrow Batman before lodging itself into the hay wall she’d been working on. She recovered quickly, turning to face her attacker, dropping down into a fighting stance. She glanced over at Dick, looking between him, the people, and the partially destroyed wall as she moved away, hoping he got her message.

“Now now. Someone playing hero and trying to ruin the experiment. That won’t do. “How would you like to know your worst fear?”

“No thanks. Been there already. Don’t need a repeat anytime soon.”

“Too bad.”

She ducked, rolling out of the way as Scarecrow lunged at her with a syringe. She popped up, grabbing his arm and using it to swing herself up and towards the top of the wall. She let out a breath as she pulled herself up to the top of the hay wall, moving around the top of it to get closer to the outer rim.

The soft crunch of straw behind her kept her aware of the distance between Scarecrow and herself as she made the small leap to the other wall. She barely had a moment to regain her balance before he was on top of her, driving the syringe towards her. She dropped down, swinging her leg around to knock him off balance giving her time to rush over the weakness in the wall. She bent down, chipping away at the top, removing some of that stability as Dick worked from the side.

“What the hell, Marinette!? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. How’s the wall looking?”

“Getting there but-”

“Great. We’re going to open it up here in a second and be ready to ram it in.”

“What-”

“NOW!” She yelled as she leapt off the wall, pushing against the side with all her might as Scarecrow came up behind her. Dick rammed into the wall, breaking through the side, bringing the little solid ground underneath Scarecrow crashing down. Marinette dropped down from the adjacent wall in time to watch Red Hood arrive and finish taking care of the rogue as Dick rushed over to make sure she was okay.

“Marinette, what the- Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He never landed a hit, Dick.”

“You could have been-”

“I could have but I wasn’t going to. I’m sorry if I scared you but I knew what I was doing.”

Dick pulled her into a hug, holding her close.

“Please don’t do something that reckless again.”

“I can’t guarantee that. If someone needs help, I’m going to try. But I'll be safe about it. If you promise to do the same since you were itching to run into the fray.”

“Fine.”

“Home and hot chocolate?”

“Sounds amazing.”

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[boldlyanxious]

You have an eye lash

October prompt: dressing the part

Kind of a meet cute

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It wasn’t just a simple robbery. Maybe it had started out that way. But now there was a disagreement and weapons were being fired in the small shop. It wasn’t even a large shop and didn’t look very fancy so Jason didn’t know what the fuss could possibly be about. Steph had said that she knew the owner and that they really needed to help so they rushed out the door even though they didn’t have the best suit options at the safe house they were chilling at. Steph had an older Batgirl costume and Jason just used his black jeans and a tshirt with a bat emblem with his leather jacket and helmet.

Steph was panicking when they got there. Apparently the owner had become a pretty good friend but she was worried about her. She was a heavy sleeper and she didn’t want her to wake when the burglars were in her bedroom because that would likely cause a bad reaction. They took opposite sides of the second floor but Jason is the one who managed to get to her bedroom first. Steph was accurate about her being a heavy sleeper. Jason called out when he went in the window and then a few times as he approached the bed. He shook the bed by the frame and she still didn’t stir. He leaned down and he could hear even breathing so he pushed on the mattress a couple times to see if that would work.

He turned towards the door and wondered if he should risk going for Steph. The fight was still going on down stairs. Sounded like it might be wrapping up soon. He just now heard footsteps on the stairs and he knew Steph would not have been so sloppy. He turned back towards the sleeping woman thinking he might just have to move her asleep to keep her safe. He activated his comms so he could have Steph meet him down there. He could imagine too many understandably bad reactions to a woman being carried out her window in her sleep. But as before he could let Steph know the woman had popped out of bed and slammed into him.

She had managed to get the element of surprise and hit with enough force to nearly knock him over. Fortunately he was much taller than her so he could keep her feet from hitting the floor and hold her arms. She was still flailing but he covered her mouth and hushed at her as boot steps moved closer. She seemed to understand so he put her back on her feet but she immediately moved away from him and went for something to use as a weapon. He pulled off his helmet to show her his face. Even with a domino mask covering around his eyes it tended to be less scary than the helmet.

“This looks bad, I realize.” He paused. “Actually it is, but I am here to help you. The place is being robbed and it has led to some sort of fire fight. I need to get you to safety.”

The woman paused and looked around. She listened for the approaching footsteps and made a decision. She went to her closet and pulled out a bag. He couldn’t tell what she was putting in it but it took up most of the space. Jason could hear that the others had almost reached this side of the hall but she was moving very quickly. She grabbed a phone and purse and added them to the bag and then a single book off her shelf. She met him at the window and he handed her his helmet as he pulled her close to him. She shoved that in her bag too and held onto him with her hands around his neck.

They were out the window just after the door was kicked open. The criminals took a shot but were a second too late. Jason dropped them to the ground and then moved them down the street to a more well lit area in the direction that he could hear sirens. The woman pulled away almost as soon as they landed but stayed close to him. She seemed to have decided to trust him enough but maybe she was just cold. She shivered and he realized that her pajamas, while cute, were probably not sufficient for the cold outside. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

They were only there a moment before Stephanie joined them as Batgirl. Together they all walked over to where the police had arrived on the scene. Jason allowed them to make their statements but he moved away. He felt too exposed without his helmet and jacket and in his street clothes. He just hoped Steph would think to get his missing pieces back before she left the scene. If nothing else, he supposed he could retrieve them another time.

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Marinette wasn’t sure how she let Stephanie talk her into this. She had planned on getting a witch costume or something simple but she made the mistake about telling Steph about her midnight rescue by Red Hood. She should never have told the other woman that she still had pieces of his costume or that she thought he was hot. Now she was entering the party with much more of a statement than she had expected. She was really glad that the helmet covered her face because she was getting far too much attention. Steph squealed when she saw her. She ran over and dragged her off to meet her other friends. Their reactions were just as exaggerated as everyone else’s if not more exaggerated.

She had to admit it was a great look. She had tall heeled boots with shredded tights and a mini skirt. She didn’t have the hard, muscled chest of Red Hood so she just did a sheer red top with a bat symbol tank top underneath. She completed the look with Red Hood’s leather jacket and his helmet. But she had added a little bit of dazzle to the helmet with some fake eyelashes. She layered red feathered ones with ones with little bats and completed the look with a few well placed rhinestones.

Marinette took a breath and took off her helmet when she met them. She figured it was only right that people be able to see her face when meeting her. She had used the same eye lashes on herself so she matched the helmet. She felt like the odd one out. They all seemed to know each other but she only knew Steph. But they all seemed really interested in how she had come up with the costume idea and they were even more impressed when they found out she had gotten the items from Red Hood and modified the helmet.

“So someone broke into your place?” Bernard asked.

“Yeah, I live over my shop so they broke in downstairs but they couldn’t find what they were looking for and started shooting each other,” Marinette said.

“Oh wow, what were they looking for?” he asked.

“I had some diamonds that were being used to embellish a wedding gown. I have since moved them to the client’s house until they are needed. He heard about the break in and was worried about it.”

“Tell us about Red Hood. I’ve heard he can be a real asshole,” Tim said.

“I don’t know about that. He seemed concerned about spooking me. But I hit him when I woke up so maybe he was right to be worried.”

“You hit him?” DIck asked.

“I was shocked that there is a man in my room which isn’t exactly a common occurrence. Also, I had been asleep.”

“That isn’t how you described it to me,” Steph said with a smirk.

Marinette glared at Steph while her cheeks heated up.

“Do tell, what did you say about finding that surly, block of sculpted muscles in your room?” said Bernard.

“I was too distracted by trying to get out. I barely noticed anything about him until we were outside.”

Marinette had decided the conversation was enough so she was going to slip away to the rest of the party but Steph was having too much fun. She blocked Marinette with her arm.

“You said, forgive me if it’s not an exact quote, ‘what’s the fun of a man like that finding me in bed if he just ends up putting more clothes on me.’”

“You are taking that out of context.”

“What was the context?”

Marinette looked over at Jason suddenly joining the conversation. She didn’t even think he was interested in the story but suddenly the one man she had noticed at the party was hearing her embarrassing thoughts.

“I hadn’t had coffee.”

He didn’t laugh. He just nodded. The attention that had been on her a moment ago for her story was gone as Dick was telling a different story about something that had happened to him on his way over. She looked back and Jason was still watching her.

“I bet it was really hard for him to cover you up but there is a bright side.”

“What is that?”

“I’m sure there are plenty of men who would like you to show them your bedroom.” He took a step closer to her, “Maybe closer than you realize.”

Taglist

@theymakeupfairies | @emjrabbitwolf | @vixen-uchiha | @trythisagainlove | @trippingovermyfeet | @tbehartoo

@adrestar | @zynna @technicallyburninggarden | @iloontjeboontje | @certainmuffinbagelcalzone

#maribathalloween21 #maribat #jasonette #Red Hood x Marinette #boldlyanxious

[liquid-luck-00]

Pumpkin Spice

Who else but Timari for this one

The little coffee addicts

@maribat-october-rarepairs

#maribathalloween21 #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dc x miraculous #miraculous x dc #timari #shutterbug #pose reference #first time doing chibi #wait do kwamii count as chibi?

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

History’s Masks

What’s this two fics back-to-back? Must be the spooky season getting to me

Prompt: capes/masks

Ao3

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Everybody wore a mask. Yes, this was a masquerade ball but that wasn’t her point. Nobles in the French royal court wore masks in their daily lives and many other associates kept a facade also. Without the coverings, people could be seen for who they truly are; but that was too taboo.

Marinette never cared for the social nuances one had to follow at a royal ball. The only reason she came was to view all of the immaculate dresses and suits. Eighteenth-century fashion had been changing so quickly recently, she had to keep up with the trends if she ever wanted to become a successful seamstress. The frills of tulle and the weight of satin, gold-set jewels as buttons of suits. Outfits of blues, reds, purples and more; all could be found at this ball. Her dress was a starlight silver, corset waist and short off the shoulder sleeves, her mask dazzled in the light. It was her best work so far, if she must come to a royal ball with influential individuals she must make a statement.

What was the point of coming here for anything else?

She stood a little ways away from her parents; who were talking with King Gabriel about catering the next three nights of the ball. Normally in this situation, she would converse with Prince Adrien, but it seems he had already been swept away by a different dame or maybe he was with the visiting royalty. Marinette sighed, no one from her entourage batted an eye at her.

“Care for a dance?” The bluenette looked over to find a dangerously attractive man with a striking white streak parting his hair. Arching a brow at his smile, she saw his hand was outstretched and waiting. Hesitantly she placed her hand in his.

He guided her onto the floor. Marinette’s eyes widened as he lead her around, spinning her until breathless. She felt her lips quip into a small smile as the instruments informed their movements.

His hands trailed up her sides, she leaned her head back as he dipped her. Marinette had met him less than a moment ago, yet they danced like they had known each other for years.

He leaned in, placing light kisses on her alabaster skin. She didn’t know why she let him do something so intimate but she was broken from her thought by his facial hair tickling her neck, she laughed. The looks they both sent were more than just a look to a dance partner.

“I realise I don’t even know your name, Sir.” She caught her breath from her laughter. He saw her eyes twinkle in a similar fashion to her sparkling silver dress. Through his red mask, she thought she saw his eyes darken before he spun her again.

Smirking as he said, “I don’t know yours either.” His French is thick with accent.

Neither notice the circle of nobles that had gathered, nor the shocked stares from her parents and the rulers.

His fingers grasped at her cinched waist and sent shocks down her spine, she remembered his lips from moments before and shivered. Whatever this was neither were wanting it to stop.

But it did.

The music died down until the final note was played and silence befell the room. Her dance partner pulled her into him by the waist, causing you to look up at him. Their chests rose with each straining breath, and the silence between was parted by a whisper; “My name’s Jason.”

He was blinded by her smile, she giggled when she responded in kind with her name. “Marinette,” He rolled her name over his tongue as if he had never heard anything like it before, “Beautiful.”

His name was exotic to her also. It sounded British but his accent was strange.

A blush rose on her cheeks and she shyly looked down, where she noticed that his outfit was different from all the rest. It was mainly black but held a foreign red bat crest on his right breast and war medallions on his left. She had never seen anything like it. ‘Strange.’ Before she dive deeper into it, the silence was once again broken by clapping.

Her hand was still held by him. Jason’s lips pressed against her skin once more. She looked around a saw shocked faces looking back at her and the spectacle they’ve made. But why was it a spectacle?

Realisation struck her as they parted, a potential reason as to why the shocked faces stayed. She was with the visiting Crown Prince. And apparently, he had his own Gothamite way of dealing with royal social nuances.

Swiping the red liquid over her lips she completed her makeup painted face. Marinette leaned back to shimmy the zipper closed. Tonight was the second night of the Wayne Gala’s Christmas to New Year’s celebration and she had to look her best. Her shift dress was a dark blue that matched her hair and had embroidery of grey bats fluttering up the slit of her leg. Jason watched from the door frame, a small smile illustrated on his face.

“Need help?” He chuffed to himself, already pushing his back off the wooden frame.

Trying once again but failing, she whined. Why did her dress have to get stuck tonight of all nights?

“Thanks, that would be helpful.” He stepped behind her, carefully pushing blue locks of hair over her shoulders. Blue eyes locked on to his, before closing to relish in this intimate moment of domesticity. Their lives as superheroes kept them busy, and she wasn’t even going to touch on their civilian lives; small moments like these meant everything to her.

Her eyes snapped open and widened when she felt the direction the zipper was heading.

“Upwards you jerk!” She swiftly placed a hand on her lower back, trying to prevent the dress from opening more, his fingers brushed against hers. He laughed moving even closer as he switched directions. When the zipper hit the top he leaned down, placing his lips on her nape, nuzzling his nose into her apple blossom scented hair.

“Wanted to see if I could get away with it” he mumbled into her neck. Rolling her shoulders Marinette laughed, it was a pathetic effort to get him off but he only moved closer, kissing up her skin until reaching her blushed cheek.

“You’re a dork, you know that right?” She scrunched her face as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Then it’s a good thing you love me and my dorkiness.” His hand lifted her chin up until he placed a light kiss upon her hairline, before kissing her plump lips. His hands glided over her bare shoulders.

He reached down and grabbed the mask on the vanity, he perched the mask on the bridge of her nose. “Now we better go before we’re late,” he whispered. Marinette blinked before playfully scowling at him.

“We would have already if someone had zipped me up correctly the first time.” Amusement present in her tone, she slapped a wrist into his gut. He didn’t flinch, only wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close; wrinkling the navy blue fabric of her slinky dress.

“Just foreshadowing for later.” He smirked, fingers circling at her hips.

Walking away he put on his mask. Sighing, she looked back into the mirror. Blue eyes framed by black lashes framed by a blue mask framed by almost black hair. Life was a sequence and held multiple different timelines.

She wondered, did she always have to wear a mask? But for now the twenty-first century needed her, so the mask stays on.

#maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #jasonette #history au #masks #maribathalloween21

[lost-in-the-world-of-fandoms]

Tis the Time to get Spooky! Day 1: Decorating

Hiya! Gonna participate in #maribathalloween21

it's 2 days late, I know

@maribat-october-rarepairs

Summary:

Marinette ran upstairs as fast as she could, which is very fast; trying not to trip on the stairs of the manor.

She was currently trying to get to one of the many closets in the Wayne Manor for the Halloween and October decorations. This year she finally convinced her boyfriend to help his family decorate. Who is her boyfriend, you might ask?

None other than Gotham's grumpy cat, Damian Wayne!

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now we begin:

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Marinette ran upstairs as fast as she could, which is very fast; trying not to trip on the stairs of the manor.

She was currently trying to get to one of the many closets in the Wayne Manor for the Halloween and October decorations. This year she finally convinced her boyfriend to help his family decorate. Who is her boyfriend, you might ask?

None other than Gotham's grumpy cat, Damian Wayne!

•••••

Marinette just learned that he has never decorated for Halloween or Fall before, which is sad. I mean, she didn't decorate much..but she designed her costume for the Halloween parties!

Anyways, back to the present.

•••••

She reached a closet and wrenched the door open, almost breaking the handle. Oops.

•••••

Banners of Orange and black and other fall colors were piled into a box that Marinette had grabbed on her way to the closet. Fake bats and pumpkins were thrown in after. Fake spiderwebs and...wait, there were no costumes. She would have to change that.

•••••

Setting her box down in the family room next to the boxes of other stuff grabbed by Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Stephanie, Cass, Jon, Chloe, Luka, Kagami and Adrien she felt proud of the amount they got.

Time to decorate!

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Six and a half hours later, at approximately 2:30 p.m; they started decorating at about 8 a.m, all the boxes of decoration were empty. The Manor is big. And even with Kor'i and Mar'i coming to help, it took long.

All the individuals that spent six hours (Six putains d'heures, Marinette's mind says in her native language) decorating the manor stand proud admiring their work.

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"Wait, is that banner crooked?"

Dammit, Adrien.

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Taglist:

@maribat-october-rarepairs , @prongs-flowers , @jayjayspixiepop , @queenz-z , @astrynyx , @liquid-luck-00 , @laurcad123 , @jumpingjoy82 , @nightlychaotic , @toodaloo-kangaroo , @iloontjeboontje , @ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole , @itsmeevie01

#maribathalloween21 #maribat #miraculous ladybug #mention of daminette

[maribat-newsletter]

Maribat Events Announcement

‘Tis the season to be spooky! Muahahaha! Muahahaha!

For this spooktacular month, the Maribat Community has quite a few events going on. Let’s see what is going on. 

First, the Maribat? Get In! Server is celebrating its first anniversary. Join the server and participate in the anniversary event from October 1st to October 5th! Also, watch this stunning video brought to you by @queen-o-leen​​.  

Next, we have the Maribat Rare Pairs October 2021 event. Ships that are not common* are fair game. Make sure to visit (or tag, if you’re participating) the #MaribatOctRP21 on both Tumblr & AO3. For those on AO3, visit the MaribatOctRarePair21 collection to check out the stories.

*Common meaning - Daminette, Timinette, Dickinette, Jasonette, etc.

And finally, the Spook-tober Maribat Month event going on as well. For this event, all relationships are a go, and the theme is Halloween. Join the talented creators by visiting the tag #MaribatHalloween21 on Tumblr & AO3, or visit the MaribatOctober2021 collection for this year’s creations.

Both the Maribat Rare Pairs October 2021 and Spook-tober -Maribat Month events are brought to you by @maribat-october-rarepairs​. 

Have a haunt-tastic reading/writing/drawing! 

#maribat newsletter #maribat event #maribat newsletter announcement #maribat #maribat event reminder #maribat community

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Masks (You Can't Know Who I Am)

Masks (You can't know who I am) by Ms Starflower

“You,” she started dumbly, blinking at the tall man in black in front of her. “You aren't my father.”

Day 10 of Maribat Spooktober Event 2021

Words: 1830, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Bio Dad Bruce One Shots, Part 9 of Maribat Spooktober Event 2021, Part 18 of Brought over from Tumblr

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, DCU

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members, Original Akumatized Character(s)

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Maribat Bio Dad Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug's Biological Parent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Adopted, First Meetings, Secret Identity, MaribatHalloween21

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35770099

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Adrien & Marinette #❤️ #💖 #💚 #Adrien #Marinette #Miraculous Ladybug #♦ #R:G #A:Ms Starflower #Crossover

[ms-starflower]

Spook-tober Maribat — Day 12 — Dark

@maribat-october-rarepairs

Taglist: @izanae @literaryhiraeth @stainedglassm @frieddonutsweets (sorry it won't tag??) @alexizlazy @raeuberprinzessin @nerd-nowandforever @gajer-1226

So, some sibling bonding set in the bio!dad Bruce au. I have an idea for one other scene, maybe two but no promises. Also, I’m not going to write how she will defeat Hawkmoth in detail, because I suck at coming up with ideas for that.

Anyway, here we go.

Edit: completly forgot, but here is the link for part 1!

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One of the important lessons Marinette learned very early in life was ‘do not, under any circumstance, follow a complete stranger hiding their face in a dark alley because they seem to ask you to.’ And, alright, she was paraphrasing this one, it was more in the line of ‘don’t follow strangers,’ but well. All of that to say, Marinette knew this was a bad idea.

But, seriously, she had extenuating circumstances. Really!

The stranger was wearing a t-shirt with the Batman emblem and staring at her. And ok, said like that it wasn’t really convincing. But they were staring at Ladybug, wearing a Batman emblem, hiding their face, and asking her to join them in a dark alley. Only two days after she learned that Batman is her biological father.

Ignoring the voice in her head telling her that her excuses were flimsy, at best, Marinette first stopped on a rooftop to hide and recharge Tikki.

“Are you sure it's a good idea, Marinette? The t-shirt could be a coincidence,” the tiny god said softly, when Marinette told her why she needed to retransform now.

“I’m really not sure, Tikki,” Marinette whispered with a frown. “But if they are Batman or some of his associates, I can’t just let them run around. What if they get akumatized? Granted, they don’t know who I am, but I looked them up; they are all very good fighters! It could spell catastrophe!”

“You’re right, but don’t you think it could be dangerous? What if the shirt is a coincidence?”

“Well, it’s a risk I need to take. Plus, I will be in the suit, it’s going to be fine, Tikki.”

“If you’re sure,” Tikki said, nodding to let her know she was ready. Marinette activated the transformation and left for the alley.

The alley ended up to be a very dark alley, and it was not helped by the fact that it was the middle of the night. Ladybug walked slowly, not really sure anymore if it was a good idea.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind her, making her jump. “Sorry! I didn’t want to sneak on you or anything, I thought you knew I was here.”

“It’s fine,” she said, turning toward the voice. The stranger was a tall man with dark hair, and now that the hood of his grey hoodie was down, she could see that he was wearing a mask. “So, why did you want me to come into a dark alley, in the middle of the night?”

“Ah,” he said with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, I realize that it’s probably not the most reassuring thing to do, but it was the only thing we could think of.”

“We?” She asked, even if she was sure she knew who he was talking about.

“Batman and the others,” he said, tilting his head. His tone was soft, with an undertone of compassion. “I’m Nightwing, by the way. I don’t know if you—”

“You’re the gymnast,” she interrupted with a smile. “Our fighting style is kind of similar.”

“Yeah. Yeah it is,” it told her with a smile. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she was sure they softened.

“And I really don’t want to have to fight you,” she added, mostly to distract herself from the big brother energy he was projecting. She didn’t want to get close to any of them, she couldn’t until Hawkmoth was done for.

“What? No!” He exclaimed, jerking back in surprise before softening his voice. “No. I— I’m not staying, don’t worry. B knows the risk of akumatisation is what makes the JL stay out of Paris, and from the family, I was the one with the least risk to be. Well, with Ca— I mean, Orphan, but she has something going down in Hong Kong.”

“You’re not staying,” she said slowly, squashing down the disappointment part of her was feeling. It was what she wanted. “So, why did you come in the first place? Why take the risk?”

“Red Robin analyzed Hawkmoth’s pattern, and he never made two night akuma, so we waited until he did one before I came. It was the least risky scenario we could think of.”

“You could— Not come. That’s zero risk, so this is the least risky one I can think of,” She said, raising one of her eyebrows at him.

“Oh god, another smartass,” he said with a sigh, but it was entirely too hard for her to take him seriously. “Yes, this one is the safest. It’s why the JL was doing that until now.”

“What changed?” She asked with a frown, making him tilt his head. She thought that, if she could see his eyes, he would have rolled them.

“Um, B found out that you’re his daughter?”

“So what?” She said with incredulity. “Now that he knows we share blood he feels concerned by Paris’ situation? Or does he think that I’m not good enough? I really don’t see how the fact that he is my biological father can impact—”

“Look,” Nightwing interrupted, both hands raised in front of him in a calming gesture. “It’s not that, not at all. The JL didn’t intervene before because Wonder Woman told us about the Miraculous. Her mother, she was—”

“Yes, Hyppolyta was a previous Ladybug, I know,” she said, her eyes still narrowed suspiciously at him.

“Yeah, but Hyppolyta said that Miraculous holders are trained, for a long time,” he told her slowly, staring at her like he wanted her to understand by osmosis alone.

“Usually, yes. I still don’t see where the fact that Batman learned of my existence had to do with anything.”

“Look, kid, contrary to popular belief, B is not that old. Add to that that he spent a good time of his youth training around the world without— you know,” he said, pausing to make a vague gesture with his hand. “There is no way for you to be his biological daughter and be older than twenty-one. And we are not letting an underage—”

“Legal age in France is eighteen,” she said, eyes narrowed and shoulders tensed in defiance.

“Yeah,” he said with an amused tone. “And you’re over eighteen?”

Her lips tightened into a line, the lie at the edge of her tongue, but she hated liars, and if— when she would defeat Hawkmoth, he would know she lied. Her shoulder deflated.

“No,” she sighed, looking on the side to avoid looking at him. He stayed silent for a moment, probably staring at her, but she wasn’t going to turn and verify. Finally, he sighed.

“How old are you?” He asked with a soft voice, something in his voice that she couldn’t identify.

“I don’t think it’s really important,” she mumbled slowly, her eyes still avoiding his general direction. She almost jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not— I don’t— I—” He paused with a sigh, and she could pinch the bridge of his nose from the corner of her eyes. “I’m not going to judge you, I promise. I just want to know that about you. I won’t ask for your name or anything else. I just— I want to know how old you were when this weight was put on your shoulders.”

She finally turned her head, looking at him. He looked heartbroken, and Ladybug instinctively looked around to spot an akuma. But it looked like their pattern was right, and there wasn’t any. Still, Nightwing noticed her reaction and took a deep breath, probably to try and calm down.

“I was—” She paused, not sure if she should tell him, but his expression was so open, she couldn’t not. “I was thirteen when I got my Miraculous.”

“When you— You just got it? Were you not trained?” He said, surprise clear in his tone.

“I, um, no, not really. There wasn’t exactly the time to.”

“Alright, okay,” he muttered under his breath, and she was feeling like his eyes were closed under his mask.

“Okay, look, you don’t want to risk having us here. And we get that, we totally do!” He told her, putting his second hand on her other shoulder, forcing her to face him. “But we don’t need to be here to help! We can help from Gotham, do research, investigate! And you said it yourself, our fighting styles are similar, you could come to the Batcave for training, once in a while! That would help you, and you don’t need to know our identities for that.”

“I— Um, I need to think about it,” she said, blinking in surprise. She hadn’t really thought they would go to such lengths to help her, after all, beside the fact that she was blood related to Batman, they knew nothing about her. “And I— My partner, Chat Noir—”

“Yes! Of course, you can ask him to join us too!” Nightwing exclaimed, all too happy to sweeten the deal. He took out a phone from his pocket. “Here, the line is securised so you can join the Batcave, to tell us if you accept, and set up the rendezvous in the future. There are no gps, and no way for us to access it, I swear it’s safe to use.”

She looked down at his hand, feeling overwhelmed. Why would they go so much out of their way to help her?

“Because you’re family,” Nightwing told her softly, making her look up at him. She hadn’t realized she had said that out loud. He was looking at her with a soft, and a little bit sad smile. But what put a lump in her throat was the raw understanding plainly visible on his face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, trying to hold into her emotions. Even with his pattern, Hawkmoth wouldn’t pass the absolute mess that was her emotions if she let herself slip.

She wasn’t prepared for him to hug her, but she gladly accepted, hugging him back almost too tightly.

Maybe, just maybe, accepting the help of her...family, wasn’t going to be that bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dick Grayson is the best big brother, ever, change my mind. (You can't, by the way.)

#MaribatHalloween21 #maribat #mlb x dc #bio!dad au #bio!dad bruce wayne #platonic dickinette

[marauderundercover]

Day Five: Pumpkin Spice

Marinette Dupain Cheng was stressed. Not only was she behind on her commission for her Uncle Jagged, but she was also supposed to be meeting her boyfriend’s family for the first time. Ever. And for some god awful reason, they seemed to be early people. Or, she assumed they were, as they had invited her for breakfast instead of dinner. And she obviously didn’t get enough sleep last night, which meant she overslept this morning. Which meant she didn’t have time to make coffee before someone was knocking on her door. ‘Must be Tim,’ she thinks idly, yelling that it’s open and to come in as she finishes her makeup in the bathroom (completely forgetting that this is Gotham and she should really be more careful about that). 

“Er, I don’t think it’s a good idea to just say come in if you haven’t checked to see who’s at the door.” An unfamiliar voice says from the living room. She screeches and slams the bathroom door shut, locking herself in. 

“Marinette! What’re you going to do?” Tikki asks quietly. 

“I don’t know! All I have in here is a straightener and a curling wand. I can’t exactly ask whoever that is to wait to attack me until my weapons have heated up!” She hisses under her breath. 

“Uh, Mari? Can I call you Mari, that’s what Timmy calls you. Anyway, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. I’m Dick Grayson, Tim’s oldest brother? He overslept so I volunteered to pick you up for breakfast.” Tim’s alleged brother says and she frowns. Sure, she wanted to trust the guy and she didn’t really wanna make a bad first impression, but he was also a strange man in her apartment. 

“If you can tell me something that only Tim would know, I’ll come out of the bathroom.” She finally says, barely hearing the sigh on the other side of the door. 

“Please, Mari, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Tim has mentioned that you guys met at a coffee shop, so I brought you a coffee-”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, you’re my favorite!” Marinette cheers, opening the bathroom door immediately. Dick blinks at her, frowning. 

“You know, it’s a really good thing I actually am Tim’s brother. You have no sense of self preservation.” He says with a frown. Marinette shrugs, looking him over and noticing he wasn’t holding a coffee. 

“Was the coffee a decoy?” She asks with a pout. Dick snorts and shakes his head. 

“No, it’s actually in the car.” He says. She hums happily and grabs her purse, double checking Tikki was in it (she was, and she was glaring at her with a ‘we are so talking about this later’ look). 

“Ready!” She chirps, smiling widely at him. He just shakes his head and leads her down to the car. As she gets into the car, she finally thinks about texting Tim. Duh. She should’ve done that to start. Sighing at her carelessness, she quickly shoots him a text, but doesn’t wait for a response before she gets in the car. Afterall, Dick had coffee. She hums happily as he passes her the warm cup, before frowning slightly at the smell. 

“I wasn’t sure how you take it, so I just got you my fall favorite.” Dick explains, and she nods, still cautious. She inhales deeply and though the scent of the warm spices isn’t unpleasant, she’s confused why it’s coming from the coffee. 

“What exactly is it?” She asks. 

“Pumpkin spice latte.” Dick says, and she smiles, but sighs internally. Of course Gotham would have something so odd. Although not life threatening, her allergy to pumpkins would be a major pain if she ingested any pumpkin. As Dick drives, she turns and watches the city go by, occasionally pulling the cup up to pretend like she’s taking drinks. She didn’t want to be rude, after all. She’d just find a way to get rid of it later. And slip a couple dollars to Dick when he wasn’t paying attention. He did buy the coffee. Marinette frowns as the houses start getting farther and farther apart. Where was he taking her? Her jaw drops as the car pulls up in front of a huge building surrounded by an iron fence. Why- was this where Tim lived? 

“Are you really Tim’s brother or did you take me to some weird Gotham castle to murder me.” She blurts out, eyes widening at the words she (definitely) did not mean to say. Dick snorts, shaking his head. 

“No murders from me, kid. I’m a police officer.” He says, and she lets out a small sigh before nodding. 

“Oh, okay, good.” She says, willing her hands to not shake nervously as they walk up to the door. Before Dick can open the door, it’s flung open and Tim is standing there and all of her nerves wash away. She rushes into his arms and sighs happily, barely noticing as Dick just grins and walks past the two of them, announcing their arrival to the rest of the house. 

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly. She furrows her eyebrows, but nods, giving him a questioning look. He nods to the cup in her hand. “It’s full.” He says, and she blushes. 

“Your brother got it for me, but I’m allergic to pumpkin.” She whispers back. He laughs. An honest to Kwami, loud, obnoxious laugh. She steps back and glares at him, not seeing the humor in this situation. 

“Mars, have you never had a pumpkin spice latte?” He asks and she scoffs. 

“Obviously I haven’t, Timothy. Maman and Papa don’t even sell pumpkin pastries in the bakery.” She sighs out, remembering the incident where they’d discovered what happened when she eats pumpkin. It was not an experience she wanted to relive. 

“Pumpkin spice lattes don’t have pumpkin.” Tim says with a soft smile. Marinette blinks. 

“Then why are they called pumpkin spice?” She asks, bewildered. Tim shrugs. 

“The world may never know.”

Tag list:  @maribat-october-rarepairs @stainedglassm @kittenmywaythrulife @laydeekrayzee @doll246 @queenz-z @deathssilentapproach-blog @literaryhiraeth @unoriginalmess

#timari #timinette #maribat dick grayson #maribat #maribat fic #one shot #maribat tim drake #maribat marinette dupain cheng #MaribatHalloween21

[nightlychaotic]

Time for Halloween

@maribat-october-rarepairs Knock

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Marinette woke to the knocking on her door. Lifting her head and giving the door a half-hearted glare before dropping back down onto her pillow, shutting her eyes and hugging the blanket closer around herself. Whoever was at the door could wait. It was too early for this and she did not plan to leave her bed before noon after the week of all nighters she’d had. Much needed sleep was-

Knock

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KNOCK

- going to have to wait a few moments.

Marinette groaned, dragging herself out of bed, pulling her blanket along with her to cocoon in as she went to answer her apartment door, ready to shoo the knocking culprit away quickly.

“Morning Marinette!”

She blinked, staring at Dick standing there, arms loaded with bags, a couple more sitting at his feet. She rubbed her eyes, taking the cluster of bags in front of her door as she shook her head.

“It’s too early for this,” she muttered. “Goodnight,” she said, pushing the door to try and close it as she turned. Back to the warm embrace of her bed, that mess of bags could wait for a few more hours. She was much too tired to care about anything short of an emergency at this point, sleep was calling, demanding her attention after her lack of care for it.

She dismissed the soft rustle of bags from the hall outside as she firmly planted herself into the bed, slipping into unconsciousness.

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When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake

Spooks come out for a swinging wake

Marinette woke up to music echoing down her halls. Letting out a sigh despite the smile on her face she rolled out of her bed, rubbing the last traces of sleep from her eyes as she neared the living room and the source of the music.

Happy haunts materialize

And begin to vocalize

Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize

Marinette switched the volume down as she spoke. “What are you doing?”

Dick jumped, turning to face her with a grin. “Goood Morning.”

“Morning. What are you up to?”

“Decorating.”

“Why?”

“It’s October 1st. Time for Halloween.”

“So you came to decorate my apartment? Not yours?” She asked.

“Yep. Now you're getting it.”

She gave a small laugh as he handed her a cup of coffee.

“I hope you know that a lot of this stuff is going to have to move.”

Dick paused, looking at the cluttered room. “What do you mean?”

“For one thing there are far too many skeletons in the closet, the corner is a column of cobwebs, and don’t get me started on the bats.”

“What’s wrong with the bats!?”

“For one thing the colors. Have you ever seen a blue bat? I don’t think that’s even a Halloween color. Same goes for the yellow and green ones! The Red and Purple ones are on thin ice as it is- Why do you look like I just kicked your puppy?”

“Nothing. No reason at all.”

“Dick?”

He grinned and shook his head. “It’s nothing, Mari.”

She raised a brow as he said that but didn’t press. “If you say so… Why don’t you take some of this stuff down and I’ll go get changed then we’ll turn on It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and decorate together. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

“Great, I’ll be out in a second,” she placed her coffee cup down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as she passed. The music staying quiet for a few minutes before being turned up once more in her absence.

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“There. Spooky season has officially descended upon my apartment.”

“My job here is done then.”

“Just wait until Christmastime when I show up at your apartment with decorations.”

“If you can beat me to it that is.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Always.”

She grinned, tossing some stray cobweb at him. “It’s on then,” she hesitated a moment before continuing. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. Why?”

“You were just really quiet earlier. Did I hurt your feelings with how you were decorating? I’m sorry if I did, I love the bats. I was just tired and we both know I’m not a morning person.”

Dick topped her rambling as he scooped her into a hug, holding her close. “Hey, you did nothing wrong. You didn’t hurt my feelings, everything is fine. The bats only stung a smidgeon because they have a special meaning.”

“Oh and that is?”

“Something you might find out later.”

“Oh I see how it is. I’ll figure it out one day.”

“I have no doubt you will. But until then, movie time.”

“You make the popcorn, I’ll grab the blankets and movies.”

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Costume Swap

I don’t think I’ve seen a Billy Batson x Marinette and I’ve had the idea for a while

Halloween party costume swap

Masks / Capes

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Crashed Dates (Day 2: Scarecrow)

Marinette grins at her boyfriend, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth as they walk around the pumpkin farm. It was so nice, finally being able to go on cute dates like this. They’d first started dating while he was in Paris on business, around a year ago. Sure, he’d made trips to Paris and she’d made a few to Metropolis, but it was different now that she had moved to Gotham. Now they were able to go on random, unplanned dates, instead of dates that had been planned for weeks. He was definitely worried when she first told him she was moving to Gotham, but she had reassured him that it would be fine. (Not that she had a choice in the matter, Tikki had informed her on her last trip to Metropolis that Gotham was sick, that it was calling out for help and that as the Guardian, it was her job to help it). Gotham was….interesting, but she’d settled in just fine in the two weeks she’d been there.

And so, when he had called her out of the blue to tell her he found a place he thought she’d love, she made sure she had enough layers and jumped at the chance for a day with him. So far, the day had been absolutely perfect. They’d drank hot apple cider, ate warm donuts, taken a trip around the farm on the hayride- everything was great. But for some reason, her amazingly stubborn boyfriend didn’t want to go into the corn maze. 

“Please! You’ll be my favorite person in the whole world.” She begs again, her grin quickly switching into a pout. She keeps pouting, leaning against his arm, until he sighs.

“Fine, we can do the maze.” He says and she cheers, standing on her toes and tugging him down slightly to give him a quick kiss. 

“You are the best!” She says, over enunciating every word. He just grins, giving her another soft kiss. 

“If we get lost, I’m calling the Demon Spawn to come get us out. Pretty sure he has a tracker on my phone.” Jason says, letting her tug him along towards the maze. She just rolls her eyes, grinning. 

“You know you’re secretly touched that he cares enough to track you.” She teases as they near the entrance of the maze.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, glaring at the scarecrow situated at the entrance of the maze. Marinette raises an eyebrow. 

“You have a problem with men made of straw?” She asks, legitimately confused by his reaction. 

“Geeze M, I knew you were new to Gotham but I forget how new.” He says, pulling her closer. She melts into him, still confused by his reaction, but happy to be close. As they walk through the maze, frustratingly running into deadends, Jason explains Scarecrow. Marinette decides that he’s number two on the list of villains she never wants to meet. Joker is number one. (Joker is also number one on the list of villains she wants to meet, but that’s because she’s always wondered what it would look like to cataclysm a psychotic clown). She’s just about to suggest they call Damian and utilize the tracker that was, undoubtedly on Jason’s phone, when the screaming begins. 

“There isn’t a haunted house here, is there.” Marinette says, her face pale. She wasn’t ready to be a hero again. She’d only defeated Hawkmoth a year ago. Just before meeting Jason. She didn’t want that part of her life again, not now. 

“No, no there’s not.” Jason says, eyes glancing around wildly. Marinette’s heart breaks at the panic on his face. She knew that, despite his tough guy appearance, he struggled. A lot. He had nightmares, constantly, mostly of the time Joker had kidnapped him (hence the whole, cataclysm Joker thing). Pushing down her own fear and doubt, she tightens her grip on his hand and squares her shoulders. 

“Come on.” She instructs, tugging him behind her as she darts through the maze, determined to get out. She stumbles over a rock and lets go of Jason’s hand in time for her to fall into a larger clearing. She curses as she falls, her palms stinging. 

“What have we here?” A voice says. Marinette sits up, staring up at a man in a scarecrow costume and suddenly, Jason’s fear, or rather, dislike, of scarecrows makes more sense. So much more sense. She glances around and lets out a sigh of relief. She’d let go of Jason quick enough. He wasn’t caught up in this. Hopefully, he could call his father. She wasn’t sure if the rumors about Bruce Wayne and Batman dating were true, but Batman was always quick to interfere if it was a Wayne or Wayne adjacent involved. 

“A girl who’s a little pissed that you crashed her date.” She retorts, standing up and brushing her stinging palms off on her jeans. She’d have to get the blood out later, which would be a pain. Better than having the blood on her palms mix with the dirt that also now covered her hands. 

“You’re either very brave or very stupid, little girl. Let’s see how you deal with my newest strain of fear toxin.” He says, and she lunges towards the man, not willing to go down without a fight. Almost immediately, a sharp pinch on her neck has her stumbling back away from the man as she tries to take in her new surroundings. 

She was back in Paris, but it wasn’t the Paris she had left. The city that was healing. Instead this Paris was underwater. Buildings were toppled over, and the moon was in pieces in the sky. She was back there. A place she hadn’t seen in person since she was fourteen, a place that had haunted her nightmares for ten years. She inhales sharply when she sees him. Chat Blanc. But instead of fear, she’s just angry. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir. And Adrien was….turning, she realizes that she can almost see him. Out of the corner of her eye, she can almost see Scarecrow, watching her. Waiting for her to react. Anger coursing through her, she charges the man, tackling him all the way to the ground. She pulls back her fist and punches him, repeatedly. 

“How dare you! How dare you use his face like that! You son of a bitch!” She screams as she hits, the roaring in her ears blocking out all other sounds. She keeps her focus on feeling the man she’s hitting, because the second she lets her focus wander, she gets sucked into her surroundings again. The way the sky just looks wrong. The odd haze over everything. And now, the corpses floating in the water closest to her. Adrien. Maman. Papa. She’s not scared, she’s pissed. Sure, those were her biggest fears and that’s definitely why she was seeing them all like that, but she’d already seen it. She’s lived it. They were gone, not coming back. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to fall down and break about it. Not when some asshole with fear toxin was running around randomly injecting people. Suddenly, something is wrapped around her and she’s pulled up. She kicks frantically, trying to get out of the steel grip she’s trapped in. She had to- what did she have to do? Another sharp pinch in her neck makes her eyes droop sleepily. She struggles again, barely able to hear the voice calling her name as she succumbs to the darkness.

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Jason Todd feels like a major prick. He watched his girlfriend trip and instead of helping her up, he uses it as a distraction to try and call B. How the fuck was he supposed to know she tripped right into the Scarecrow? He’s cursing himself mentally as he rushes towards the ambulance. Replacement had texted him. 

Marinette was injected. At ambulances near front of farm

And Jason felt like shit. She’d never forgive him, not that he deserved it. He’d left her with one of Gotham’s biggest villains. His heart sinks when he sees the blood on her, and the oxygen mask attached to her face. Fuck. He’s almost to her, when one of the asshole cops stops him. 

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go over there.” He says and Jason scowls. 

“Like hell I can’t. She’s my girlfriend, let me through.” He says, and the man shakes his head. 

“Family only.” He states. Jason’s about to argue, when a hand lands on his shoulder. 

“I still need to get a statement from Mr. Todd, if you’ll excuse us.” Replacement says, leading him away from the cop. 

“I left her.” He says, the second they’re far enough away. Tim frowns.

“What do you-”

“I mean, I left her. She tripped and instead of checking on her, I was a complete and total asshole and left her so I could call B to get his ass over here and solve the goddamn problem.” Jason says, feeling like even more of an asshole now that he’s said it out loud. 

“Did you see Scarecrow?” Replacement asks. Jason scoffs. 

“Of course not! You really think I would’ve left if I had?” He asks with a glare. 

“No, I don’t. So stop blaming yourself. I literally peeled her off of Scarecrow, she was beating the crap out of him. She’s gonna be tired and scared and confused when she wakes up. Just be there-”

“Jason!” Her terrified voice echoes out and Jason turns, sprinting for the cot he’d seen her on a minute ago. She had ripped the oxygen mask off her face and was looking around while arguing with the paramedic. 

“Ma’am please-” “Marinette!” Jason calls, and her face relaxes as she leaps off the cot and launches herself into his arms. He holds her as she shakes, sobs wracking her body. 

“I saw them.” She mumbles once she calms down a little. He frowns. 

“Saw who?” He asks. 

“My parents. Adrien. Their bodies.” She says, and suddenly, Jason has another name to add to his kill list. Being a complete asshole to all of Gotham, sure. Making his girlfriend see the bodies of those she’d lost? Nope. Now the bastard better hope he didn’t meet Red Hood in an alley. 

“God, Mari, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I left.” He apologizes, his heart aching when she pushes him away. She frowns up at him and he winces, certain she’s about to break up with him. 

“Left?” She asks and he nods. 

“When you tripped, I swear, I didn’t know Scarecrow was there.” He says. 

“But you got Batman here.” She says and he jerks back. How the hell had she figured it out? When did she- “I know Bruce said he isn’t dating Batman, but honestly, I think he’s just in denial.” She adds. 

“I- what?” 

“Batman always comes when anyone in the Wayne family is in danger. Like, so quickly. And I know that Bruce says it’s just a bunch of rumors, like the whole ‘the butts match’ thing? But I also think that Batman is head over heels for Bruce, and your dad is just kinda clueless.” She rambles. Jason just laughs before pulling her into a deep kiss. She was okay. They were okay. He pulls back and grins at her, until he notices the blood again. 

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood.” He says, taking her hand in his to try and find the source. He glances at her face and raises an eyebrow at the blush that had taken over her face. 

“Oh, um, it’s not mine.” She mumbles. 

“Then who-” “Apparently I beat the hell out of Scarecrow. In my defense, that fear toxin sucked. And I was kinda pissed.” She says, frowning down at the blood on her hands. Jason takes one of his hands and gently tilts her chin up so that she’s looking at him again. He grins at her, giving her a short, soft kiss before pulling back. 

“I love you.” He says, and if the kiss she gave him in return meant anything, she felt the same way.

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Day 14: Candy (A Taking Chances Halloween One-Shot)

Marinette sticks her lip out in a pout, making her eyes as big as possible as she looks at her little brother. 

“Please, petit oiseau! Jay said he’d even walk with us. I can’t go alone, I’m too old, apparently. But I’ve never gone before and Dad says you haven’t either so I really think that you should go with me and I’ve already got costumes for both of us almost completely made and-”

“Ukht if you promise to stop your infernal rambling,” Damian starts, with a sigh. “I will go trick-or-treating with you.” Marinette squeals in excitement, rushing over and giving him a quick hug. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cheers, stepping back and resisting the urge to ruffle his hair. She’d gone far enough with the hug, she knew. Sure, she’d been living with her brothers for almost five months, but Damian was still not okay with a lot of random touches. He occasionally let the hugs slide, but for some reason he never let the hair ruffling slide. Her guess was because Jay was the one to use it the most, and he usually did it to be annoying. 

“Why the hell are you so happy?” Jason asks, strolling into the room with a smirk on his face. Marinette turns to him, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Looks like you’re taking us trick-or-treating, Jay! And lucky for you, I have a costume for you too.” She says, practically vibrating with excitement. Jason just snorts, shaking his head. 

“Why are you so excited about some candy?” He asks. Marinette frowns. 

“It’s not about the candy, Jay. Sure candy is good and everything, but this is about the costumes! The fashion!” She declares. Jason just shakes his head and chuckles. Marinette huffs before leaving the room. She had three costumes to finish. 

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Damian glowers at the stack of clothing on his bed. He wasn’t positive what his costume was, but he could make a pretty good guess from the colors and the shape of things. His sister was lucky that he cared for her and had already agreed to this. Of course next time, he would make sure to see the outfit before he agrees to something like this. Nevertheless, he was certain that it was good quality. Although it was just a Halloween costume, he knew that Marinette would never let the quality of her work lessen. Sighing, he walks towards his bed and changes for the night. 

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Jason blinks at the costume Marinette had shoved at him. Well, partial costume. He’d insisted he didn’t need a costume at all. He wasn’t a damn trick-or-treater, he was just the adult going with them. The whole family knew that the two were more than capable of taking care of themselves. But the rest of Gotham would have a fit if they saw two young children (who’d been seen with the Wayne family on multiple occasions) out by themselves. Even though there weren’t pictures or official announcements of either of them, Gotham watched out for them. They were Waynes after all. Looking back at the outfit, Jason sighs. He has to hand it to the kid, she did a hell of a job. 

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Marinette smiles in the mirror almost giddily. Sure, these weren’t her colors, nor did she want them to be hers. She was perfectly content with the mantle she held. But the chance to dress up as Robin for a night was too good to pass up. She’d adjusted the costume slightly, of course. She’d tried to incorporate little pieces from all of the Robin costumes in a way that didn’t look absurd. If she only got the chance to be Robin once, she wanted to pay tribute to all of her brothers while doing it. And she’d made sure to do plenty of research into popular Halloween costumes in Gotham, just to make sure she wasn’t painting a target on her back. Or her brother’s. Once she’d decided it was safe, she made the costumes. Skipping down the stairs, she grins at Damian’s serious face. 

“Awww, you look just like Dad.” She teases, poking the cowl on his head. Damian scowls, crossing his arms. 

“Marinette, is there a reason we are Batman and Robin?” He asks, eyes narrowed. That was the biggest difference between their costumes and her family’s actual suits. These costumes showed their eyes. 

“Cause I wanted to make a Robin costume and I thought you’d like to be Batman more than Ladybird.” She says with a shrug. Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Not what I meant.” He says. Before he can complain again, Jason walks into the room and Damian blinks. “Nice costume, Todd.” Marinette grins, thrilled that he actually wore it. He was in dark jeans, a shirt designed to look like Superman's suit, and a new faux leather jacket. (Marinette and Damian had had a LONG talk one day. Faux fur and faux leather all the way)

"You actually wore it!" Marinette cheered, clapping her gloved hands. Jason just grins. 

"Course I did, you designed it. 'Sides, it'll definitely get on B's nerves." He says with a snort. Marinette can't even find it in herself to roll her eyes, too excited for the night ahead. 

"Let's go!" She cheers, turning to walk out the door. 

"Not so fast." Her dad’s voice rings throughout the entryway and her shoulders sag. She'd been afraid that he wouldn't approve of the costumes, so she'd definitely decided to just...not tell him. She should've known Alfred would be a tattletale. 

"Look, Dad, I know that going out in these might worry you but statistically speaking-" she starts. 

"Worry? Mari, I'm not worried. I know the three of you can handle yourselves just fine." He says and she frowns. 

"Then why did you stop us?" She asks. He grins and pulls out a camera, making the two boys with her groan. 

"Because I don't have enough pictures of my kids doing normal things." He says simply, making the two boys immediately stop their protests. The three squeeze together, Marinette in the middle with a huge smile on her face. The other two have more subdued smiles, but Marinette knows they're happy too. 

"Okay, now we have to do a superhero pose one!" Marinette insists. Her dad just smiles and agrees. The boys start to argue, but stop at the look she gives them. Instead, the three all pose ridiculously, knowing the chances of this particular picture ending up on the desk of Bruce Wayne are high. Not that they care though. Because tonight is about normalcy and candy.

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Day 6: Party

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE 

Continuation of days two and three

Marinette grins at her reflection in the mirror. The costume was perfect- close enough to the original that you could tell who she was, but also with her own touch so that she didn’t hate looking at the costume. She’d even curled her hair slightly. The knock at the front door makes her squeal in excitement, knowing exactly who it is. 

“Cass!” She cheers, opening the door and grinning widely at her best friend. Sure, Cass didn’t talk a lot (she was like Luka in that way), but she always seemed to know when Marinette needed help out of her own head. And she was eternally grateful for that. She was even more grateful that Cass had agreed to do a duo costume with her since Jason apparently didn’t want to dress up. He was ‘too old’ or something. Well, Marinette wanted to have fun and wear a damn costume. 

“The suit is amazing! I’m not sure the cowl I made will be good enough for it.” Marinette says worriedly, examining the stitches on Cass’ costume. “Where’d you say you got this?” She asks, frowning. It was definitely higher quality than the Halloween store downtown. Cass just smiles, the one that basically says ‘not telling’. Mari just grins, used to it by now. She passes the cowl to Cass and grabs her own domino mask, sliding it on. Posing next to Cass in the full length mirror, Marinette takes a picture and sends it to the group chat that Jason had recently added her to. Dropping her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys, she turns to Cass. 

“Ready?” She asks. 

“Ready.” Cass says. Marinette grins. Look out, Gotham, Batman and Robin are out on the town. 

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Dick squeals as the picture comes through on the groupchat. He was beyond relieved that Jagged had scheduled his Halloween party two weeks before the actual holiday. It meant that he, and the rest of his brothers, could actually go instead of being on the extra patrols they always had to schedule around the holiday. Grinning, he opens twitter. 

@flyingrayson

Look at my little sisters! Aren’t they the cutest?! #halloween #Waynefam #jaggedstone

[image description: One girl stands with a hand on her hip, dressed in what is obviously a spin on a Robin costume, including: a domino mask, black tights, dark red tunic with a Robin logo, gold belt, knee high emerald boots, and a dual sided cape black on the outside and gold on the inside. Another girl stands next to her with her arms crossed over her chest, dressed in what is obviously a Batman costume, including: black catsuit, yellow utility belt, black cape, and a redesigned black cowl.]

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Marinette pecks Jason’s cheek and grins. 

“What, not a Robin fan?” She asks teasingly at his frown. He huffs. 

“Not really. More of a...Red Hood guy.” He says, and she snorts. 

“Of course you’d like the one with guns.” She says, shaking her head with a smile. “His costume is actually probably one of my favorites. Well, besides the whole helmet thing.” Jason grins, pulling her in and giving her a sweet kiss before he glances behind her and groans. 

“My brothers just walked in.” He says and she smiles. 

“Go say hi, I’ve gotta go ask Uncle Jagged a question really quick. I’ll be right back and Cass and I can show your brothers our awesome costumes in person.” She says, pecking his cheek before walking away. She looks around for Jagged, but frowns when she doesn’t see him in the main room. Pulling out her phone, she sends him a quick text asking where he is. 

In the garden with Fang!!!!!!!

She shakes her head fondly. Of course he skipped out on his own party to spend time with his crocodile. Smiling, she heads out to the garden to try and get to him. She’d wanted to see if the man planned on being in the US around Thanksgiving. Bruce had already invited her (probably to get Jason to show up) and said she could invite any of her family as well. Since her parents and superhero partner were both dead and her grandparents didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, she decided she’d really love Jagged and Penny to come instead. As she walks outside, she’s shocked that Fang doesn’t immediately run up to her. 

“Uncle Jagged?” She calls, frowning. Where was he? And why was it so dark out here? Fang was scared of the dark. Jagged never would have brought him outside without more lights on, he was too protective of him. She tenses when she notices a slumped figure next to the bench Jagged had put in the gardens for when she visits. It was one of her favorite places to sit and design. 

“Hello?” She calls, watching the figure for any movement. Seeing none, she steps closer and her stomach drops. Immediately she runs over and checks her Uncle for a pulse. She sighs in relief when she feels it, but the gash on his head is worrisome. How-

“Hello, Birdie!” An amused voice rings behind her, making her blood run cold. She whirls around and manages to catch a glimpse of the man’s pale face before a thick piece of metal flies at her head and the world goes black. 

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“Jaybird! Where’s Mari and Cass? They’re blowing up on twitter, even MDC liked my tweet!” Dick says happily, making Jason scowl. 

“Did you seriously post my girlfriend all over your twitter?” He asks grumpily. Dick nods. 

“Oh yeah. Her and Cass looked too cute to keep it to ourselves. Where are they anyway?” Dick asks, scanning the room. 

“M said she needed to go talk to her Uncle about something. Personally, I think she was just avoiding you guys. You all crowd her every time you see her.” Jason reprimands, crossing his arms. Replacement rolls his eyes. 

“It’s ‘cause she’s so much cooler than you. And she’s not an asshole like you are.” He says. 

“Something’s wrong.” Cass says, suddenly appearing at Jason’s side. He jumps slightly, but then frowns at her. 

“What?” He asks, surprised to see the deep scowl form on her face. 

“Don’t know.” She huffs. 

“Well if Cassandra believes that something is wrong, we should investigate.” Damian says, looking relieved that he wouldn’t be asked to socialize with anyone. A startled scream from outside makes the five vigilantes tense before running towards the noise. Jason curses when he realizes it’s Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone’s….something. She’s kneeling by a slumped figure, shaking it until a groan escapes it. Jason feels his blood run cold when the figure’s hair catches the light. It’s Jagged. Then where-

“Where’s she? Where’s she at?” Jagged slurs out, blinking wildly. 

“Who?” Penny asks, gently holding the man’s face. Jason frowns at the gash. 

“M. He wanted ‘er.” He says, and though the man is looking around crazily and slurring his words, Jason can tell he’s completely serious. And M-

“Do you mean Marinette?” Jason asks, stepping forward. Jagged frowns, but nods. 

“Crazy clown.” He adds before turning and throwing up in the grass. Jason growls and turns on his heel, ready to go hunt the damned clown down. Out of everyone in this damned city that he could’ve targeted, why did he choose her?

“Jason, wait.” Dick says, grabbing his wrist. “We need to have a plan. Come on. You can’t just go out like this.” He reminds him lowly, Jason’s eyes narrow but he follows anyway. Might as well use the good tools. That fucking clown won’t make it to morning. 

---

Ice cold water falls over her and Marinette sits up, gasping in shock at the sudden temperature change. 

“Little cold, Birdie?” A voice asks before walking around and standing in front of her- a huge smile on his face and a thick piece of metal in his hands.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Marinette says, trying not to let her voice shake. This was the villain. The one she never wanted to meet. The one that gave her boyfriend nightmares that he couldn’t explain to her. And now she was alone with him. 

“If you’re sure, we could have some...fun before Batsy arrives.” He laughs. 

“Why would Batman show up?” She asks. “You do realize this is just a Halloween costume, right?” She flinches as the piece of metal- a crowbar, she thinks shakily- stops inches in front of her face.

“How stupid do you think I am? Of course it’s a costume. A costume posted by one Dick Grayson. You’re a Wayne, somehow. And Batsy always shows up when a Wayne is involved.” Joker says, his twisted grin making her sick to her stomach. 

“I’m not a Wayne! Batman isn’t going to come for me.” She argues, cursing her decision to not wear her earrings today. Some days were harder than others, especially leaving in a mask. Even if the mask was a costume. Every time she tried to put on her earrings today, she shook and started to panic. Granted, it was probably for the best. Because she would definitely be tempted to transform and she did not want to give Joker that kind of knowledge. 

“Wayne or not, one of the bats will come. You have friends in very high places, Birdie.” Joker tuts, twirling the crowbar in his hand. She flinches as it nears her face, making Joker laugh. “If I wanted to hit you, I would.” He says. She doesn’t even have time to figure out what he means because her shoulder explodes in pain. The pain is blinding and she wants to scream but no sound will come out of her mouth as she gasps for breath. 

“That’s no good. A silent bird is a dead bird. So sing, Birdie.” Joker demands, and he aims slightly lower this time, shattering her left arm. And she screams. The pain tearing at her throat nothing compared to the pain in her arm, her shoulder. She sobs, the shaking making the pain worse, but she was unable to stop. It hurt. 

“S-stop!” She manages to yell, nearly biting her tongue when Joker grabs her chin and forces her to look up at him. 

“Hmm. You’re right! The internet should definitely see this.” He laughs, pulling a phone out. She shakes her head, flinching as he whacks the crowbar against the floor near her chair. He points the phone at her, and she knows he’s recording. The bastard. 

“Hello Gotham! Look at this little Birdie. I’m afraid she flew too far, and now we have to clip her wings.” He says, sighing as if he’s actually apologetic. He sets his phone up on the table and stalks over to her before turning and waving at the camera. She watches him move the crowbar around warily, her breathing shaky. God, she hoped Jason wasn’t watching this. Hoped he was somewhere safe, not trying to go do something stupid. She winces as Joker acts like he’s about to hit her, only to stop before the crowbar actually connects with her good arm.

“I told you, I’d only hit you if I wanted to.” He chuckles. 

“Go to hell.” She spits out, ignoring the voice in her head (that sounded suspiciously like Tikki) telling her to shut up. To not antagonize the crazy man with the crowbar. 

“Gladly.” He says with a grin, rearing back and swinging the crowbar out to hit her in the ribs. Her scream echoes around the room and she has no time to catch her breath before he’s attacking her ribs again. Tears stream down her face, but she can’t scream, she can’t even catch her breath. I’m going to die, she thinks, and the thought is terrifying. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to live. 

---

“Do we have a fucking location or am I about to go shoot up every goddamned warehouse in this city?” Jason growls as he zips through the streets on his bike. He knew Babs and Alfred were back at the cave, watching the livestream and working to locate Marinette. And even though he couldn’t see the video, the audio playing through the comms was enough to make his stomach churn. 

He didn’t give one singular fuck what Bruce said. He was going to kill that goddamned clown the minute he saw him. 

---

Marinette glares at the Joker, barely able to keep her head up. For some unknown reason, he’d decided to use his fists on her face instead of the crowbar. Not that she was complaining. She wouldn’t have survived multiple hits to the head. Not with the force he had. She watches him, and she knows he’s saying something, but she can’t tell what it is. She’s too tired, too hurt, to care what he’s saying anyway. Unless it’s some magical cure to stop her from feeling like she’s broken into a million pieces, she doesn’t want to hear it. 

Eyes wandering behind him, she’s relieved when she notices the costumed figure. The cowl, the cape- Batman did come. How strange. Though, she had assumed that Joker was live streaming. So that could definitely explain that one. Deciding she was out of immediate danger, she lets her eyes droop shut, reveling in the darkness that surrounds her. She let’s it stay, and she can feel things slipping away, some of the pain lessening. It’s nice, until someone is poking her and talking much too close to her. She lets out a whine as the person forces her eyes open. 

“‘m tired.” She mumbles, wincing at the pain that comes with breathing, with talking. 

“I know, kid, god I know. Just keep your eyes open.” A voice says. She blinks, the blue marks on the suit in front of her helping her to identify the vigilante. 

“Couldn’t fight.” She spits out, tears springing to her eyes as her attempt at conversation makes her chest ache. 

“But you’re fighting now, you’re staying awake. You’re doing such a good job, I’m proud of you. Stay awake kiddo.” Nightwing says quietly. She vaguely feels the ropes slide off her wrists and ankles. Fighting to stay sitting up, because slumping will hurt more than she’s willing to allow, she sighs. 

“Jason’s gonna worry.” She mumbles, and Nightwing hums. 

“Ambulance is almost here, kid, just stay awake.” He says instead of asking about Jason. She hopes Jason is okay. Hopes he isn’t mad at himself for letting her go talk to Jagged alone. Suddenly, sirens are close and she lets the world finally slip away.

---

The pain is the first thing that clues her in. She isn’t dead. Which is a relief. But the way her entire body aches, is not a relief. Forcing her eyes open, she sighs at Jason’s slumped form in a chair next to her bed. She wished she knew how long she’d been in the hospital so she could scold him. Because he was still wearing the outfit he had on at the party. Which meant he hadn’t given himself a break. Just as she’s trying to decide how to ask the nurses for pain medicine, Jason’s eyes open. 

“Marinette!” He gasps, starting to lunge forward, then stopping himself. “I thought, god, M, I thought-”

“‘m okay.” She says softly, and he frowns. 

“Okay? You were nearly beaten to death with a goddamned crowbar. You’re not okay.” He argues. She sighs. 

“I’m alive, and I’m with you. I’m okay.” She insists, wincing. He looks like he still wants to argue, but stops himself. He scoots closer and holds her hand, kissing the back of it softly. 

“I’ll never leave you.” He promises. She smiles softly, before falling back asleep, finally safe.

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