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a-slytherinish-gryffindor · 3 years

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catalyst

/ˈkad(ə)ləst/

noun

a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change.

an agent that provokes or speeds significant change or action

June 26th, 1995 - 10:47pm

Dr. Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne herded their two children, nine-year-old Bruce Wayne and six-year-old Marie Wayne out of a cinema, just before the rest of the moviegoers stampeded out the doors. As they walked the streets of Gotham, New Jersey, their children discussed the movie they had just watched while their parents watched over them fondly. Their family was distracted, and that's something that should never happen in Gotham, the City of Crime. As they pass by a dark alley behind the theatre, they hear the click of a gun’s safety being removed and see it being pointed at the family.

They’re shoved into the alley by their assailant and told to hand over their valuables. As Thomas and Martha Wayne begin handing over their accessories, Bruce protectively stands in front of his little sister, trying to make them both as small and unnoticeable as possible, but something spooks their assailant and before they know it, Thomas and Martha are on the floor with bullets in their chests, screams on their lips, and pearls spilling onto the floor and into the gutter. Bruce and Marie can only watch as their parents are shot down in front of their eyes and their murderer flees the scene. One swearing vengeance on criminals while the other blankly watches the blood-splattered pearls slowly roll down the alley.

They blankly register hearing sirens come to them as they are swarmed by EMTs and paramedics and police.

As the GCPD arrives, the press, spectators, and most importantly, the Wayne family butler, Alfred Pennyworth do too.

After giving small statements to the police, Alfred takes the two catatonic children home, and the next few weeks are filled with court visits, police questioning, intrusive press reporters, and fights over the custody of the two Wayne children.

Eventually, the family's butler Alfred Pennyworth gains custody of the children and the court matters are settled. Bruce and Marie are made to attend therapy sessions but the previously joyful children had gone through major changes. Bruce becomes obsessed with finding their parents' murderer and planning how to fight crime when he’s older while Marie begins speaking less and less to outsiders until one day, she hasn’t spoken to anyone other than her brother and her Dalmatian Leo for months. She is officially diagnosed as selectively mute with the cause being psychological trauma after a year of constant trying to make her speak to the general public.

The siblings became proficient at a wide variety of subjects and different types of martial arts such as Aikido for Marie and Judo for Bruce as the years passed by and kids grew up into stunning, mature, young adults.

When Bruce and Marie decide to travel the world, they are nineteen and sixteen, respectively. By that time, Bruce had been getting impatient about leaving as time went on, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his sister for more than a few months at a time. Marie and Alfred decide to contact an old family friend, Tom Dupain, and make accommodations for Marie to go to Paris to study fashion at the Ermitage School of the Arts (or L'ermitage Lycée des Arts). The Dupain-Chengs graciously agreed to be Marie’s guardian while she is in Paris until she turns eighteen and allow her to use their surname when Marie doesn’t want to bring attention to herself. She decides to go as Marinette Dupain when she wants to go unnoticed, other than that, she is publically known as Marie Wayne.

Soon, the day for both Bruce and Marie to leave drew close and they spent their last days together, making memories, since they wouldn’t see each other in person for the next few years.

Marie got out of the limo that had driven her to Gotham International Airport with her brother Bruce and pseudo-father Alfred, who had come to see her off to Paris. They exchanged hugs and goodbyes as she boarded the plane. Marinette settled into her seat in First Class, plugged in her headphones, played her Alternative-Rock playlist, and began sketching a new outfit as she softly sang to Evanescence’s music.

Eight hours later, the plane landed in the Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport at 11 in the morning. Marie disembarked the plane and went to hail a taxi when she saw someone holding a poster with her name on it. She cautiously walked towards the man and when she got close, she laughed and tackled twenty-one-year-old Jared Stone in a hug.

“Jared! How are you? I didn’t think I’d see you this soon!”

“Call me Jagged, Marigold. It’s my new stage name!”

“I know, I know! Bruce and I have been following you since your debut! How did you know I would be here?”

“Brucie called in a favor. Meeeeet your tour guide for the wonderful city of Paris, France...” Jagged dramatically pauses, and then shouts, “...me!”

“That’s great! Where are we going first?” Marie laughed.

“Well, first, I’m gonna take you to Tom and Sabine’s bakery and then show you around Paris. Brucie and Alfred wanted me to show you your new school and help you get settled in at L'ermitage. Come on! Let’s go!”

Jagged grabbed Marie’s hand and pulled her to a sleek black limo and pulled her inside the car next to a slender, dark-skinned woman who had purple pixie-cut hair, fuchsia lipstick, and light brown eyes dressed in business casual and was tapping away on a tablet.

“Mars, this is my PA Penny Rolling. Penny, this is my honorary sis Marie Wayne.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Rolling.”

“Please call me Penny. It’s nice to meet you Miss Wayne, Jagged talks about you all the time.”

“Call me Marie.”

After the introductions, Jagged tells the driver to go to the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie at 12 Rue Gotlib in the 21st arrondissement of Paris. Throughout the drive, Jagged chattered on about his new fame and asked Marie questions about how life was back in Gotham, where Jagged, Bruce, and Marie all met back in elementary school.

The limo comes to a stop in front of a quaint bakery and the passengers step out of the limo and enter the bakery.

They leave two hours later with their stomachs full of homemade food and their arms full of pastries. They then drive to Marie’s new school: L'ermitage Lycée des Arts.

The limo comes to a stop in front of L'ermitage, which is a school in the Ermitage château that dates back to 1259 in the 16th arrondissement. Jagged and Marie exited the limo and walked up the steps of the school and marveled at its beauty. The 12th-century château was an architectural masterpiece with sprawling gardens, outdoor pools, tennis, basketball, and volleyball courts, horse stables, riding and walking trails outside. Inside the school, there are three floors of classes and other rooms and above that, two floors of dorm rooms, with each floor having fifty large dorms each housing six students each, three girls and three boys. An individual dorm room is about the size of a small house with a very open floor plan. There’s a kitchen, living room, dining room, and small reading area in the front of the dorm and behind that, six individual rooms for each of the students to have their own privacy.

On the first floor, across from the foyer and entrance hall, there is a beautiful ballroom with an ornate, sweeping grand staircase accessible to all floors for special events, a large kitchen, for the culinary students, a theatre, for the performing arts students, five different lecture halls for large classes, a gym, and the cafeteria. On the second floor, there are music studios, computer labs, broadcasting rooms, a woodworking room, and rooms for the messier arts such as ceramics, painting, metalworking, glassworking, and fashion. On the third floor, there are the core classes, such as math, literature, science, and history, as well as the Student Council room and the school’s library.

Jagged and Marie walked through the grandiose front doors and entered the foyer of the château-turned-school and walked towards the administration room, where Marie would receive her school ID, dorm key, a map to the school, pamphlets for all her classes, five sets of the school uniform, and her textbooks.

“Excuse me, I’m here to move into my dorm.”

“What’s your full name, sweetie?”

“Marie Olivia Wayne.”

“Oh- alright, well, It’s nice to meet you, Marie. I’m Camille, the administrator. Your dorm is A-21 and there are already five other première students that live there. You can either take the stairs in the ballroom up to the fourth floor or use one of the elevators on either side of the school. Your dorm mates will take you on a tour of the school after lunch. School starts on Monday at seven and ends at five with lunch and two additional breaks throughout the day for students. Students have Sunday off with Wednesday and Saturday being half-days. After class, students can leave campus as long as they’re back by their curfew. Curfew for Seconde students is at nine, curfew for Première students is at ten, and curfew for Terminale students is at eleven. I’d like for you to confirm your class choices so that you’re ready for Monday. You signed up for Fashion & Design, Textiles & Fabric, Jewelry & Accessories I, Voice Lessons, Songwriting & Production, Fashion History, Introduction to Business & Finance, and Studio Art as well as the core classes which for you are literary studies, social studies, mathematics, and physics as your science and Fencing as your physical education. Unfortunately, we don’t have a fencing class here this year because our Physical Education teacher is injured so, we arranged for the experienced fencing students to join Mr. D'Argencourt’s fencing class at Lycée Françoise Dupont after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You’ll get your full schedule at breakfast in the cafeteria before school on Monday.”

“Alright, Thank you, Camille. Have a great rest of your day!”

“You too, Marie. Oh- and if you already have experience designing and making clothes, you can make your own school uniform to wear as and submit it as an extra credit assignment in Fashion class. The rubric and guideline for it are with the rest of the papers I just gave you. When you’re done making it, bring it to class and your teacher will grade it and decide whether or not it’s acceptable to wear. Try to follow the guidelines please, but you can add small personal touches such as a symbol that represents you, your logo, or your signature.”

Marie smiled and waved goodbye to the administrator and walked back over to where Jagged was waiting excitedly with her suitcases.

They walked to the elevator and made their way up to the fourth floor. Marie made it to her new dorm and unlocked the door. There was no one inside yet since it was a Sunday and the students were most likely off-campus. She and Jagged walked into the transitionally styled dorm and found an empty room that already had large boxes on the floor. She pushed Jagged out of her new dorm with excuses about needing to unpack and decorate and said goodbye.

When Jagged was gone, she took a more critical look around her new dorm. There was a large flatscreen TV and a grey plush sofa with two dark red and grey bean bags in the living room as well as a piano in the corner of the room. The dining room table was a dark grey dining table with matching stools. The kitchen had the same dark grey cupboards and cabinets with silver appliances. She opened the fridge and laughed when she saw boxes of fast food, pizza, and other junk food, and the occasional Tupperware of salad and moved on to the reading area. The reading area was the most eye-catching area. There were four large wooden bookshelves, three of which were overflowing with books and another bean bag but in dark green. There was a shelf lamp in between the bookshelves and fairy lights scattered around the area. She walked back towards the individual rooms and entered her new room. She turned on her Pop/Alt Rock playlist and began to unpack while singing along to My Chemical Romance's Teenagers.

Three hours later, she had finished decorating her room. She had repainted the walls black and stuck light strips all along the corners and ceiling of her room as well as hung up string lights and posters of her favorite bands and artists like Evanescence, Green Day, and Jagged Stone as well as hanging her guitar on the wall. She pushed up a desk along one of the walls under a window and began tacking up her design ideas on the wall above it and around it. She set up her work area by placing a mannequin next to the desk, her sewing machine on the desk, and her trunk of fabrics at the end of her bed which had grey and black bed sheets. She also had unloaded all of her books from their respective boxes and placed them on a dark wood bookcase and pushed a black bean bag into her new reading corner. On top of the bookcase, she placed a pair of Bluetooth dancing water speakers and connected her music to them. She was just finishing putting away her clothes when she heard people coming into the dorm, but she disregarded them and kept putting away her clothes until she finished singing the finale to Bring Me To Life.

At the end of the song, she stood breathing heavily and went to write some ideas in her notebook when two people began clapping at her performance. She squeaked and turned around and saw all of her dorm mates standing at her door.

She flushed and stuttered out an apology.

“I-I’m so sorry! Was I bothering you?”

“No way! We had walked in a while ago but your singing was just so good!” squealed one of the girls.

“I’ll introduce everyone! I’m Bridgette Cheng. That’s Allegra Bianchi, Allan Montague, Claude Beauchêne and Felix Culpa.”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Marie. Marie Wayne.”

“Oh wow! I guess we all come from popular families! Felix’s mom owns Graham Films, Claude’s dad is a popular actor, my dad is a famous chef, Allan’s parents are TV show hosts, and Allegra’s mom is a popular dancer!”

Marie was going to make a comment when suddenly their dorm door slammed open and a panting Jagged Stone ran in. They all heard screams and shouts pass by the door and drift away. Everyone stood there awkwardly until Marie cracked up.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD. THAT’S JAGGED STONE!” screeched Bridgette.

Jagged sent a strained smile at Bridgette and quickly turned to the still laughing Marie. “Marie, my darling sister! You’ll give your honorary brother some refuge from the screaming masses, won’t you?”

“You nearly broke our door. And you have lipstick on your face and neck.”

Jagged frantically tried to rub it off until Marie took pity on him and threw him her notebook.

“Tell me what you think about page fifty-two and I'll go bring you some makeup remover.”

Jagged turned the page and felt the other kids lean over his shoulders as he read Marie’s newest song.

After her boyfriend of three years broke up with her two months ago, she really got into her songwriting mode and was preparing to release an EP on her next birthday.

When Marie returned to the living room she was holding a bottle of makeup remover and some cotton balls.

As Jagged wiped off the makeup his fangirls had left on him, he decided to ask Marie for a demonstration of one of her new songs.

“Mars, will you sing some of your songs?” asked Jagged.

She looked at the (mostly) eager faces of her dorm mates and sighed.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll sing two songs. One on the piano and one with my guitar. Let me go get it.”

She went and came back holding her guitar and settled on the couch ready to play.

She took a deep breath and began to play the intro.

I knew a boy once, when I was small

A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt

He played the drum in the marching band

His parents cared more about the Bible

Than being good to their own child

He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad

And somehow, we fell out of touch

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

My middle school friend grew up alone

She raised her brothers on her own

Her parents hated who she loved

She couldn't wait to go to college

She was tired 'cause she was brought

Into a world where family was merely blood

Does she know how proud I am she was created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

We don't talk much but I just gotta say

"I miss you, and I hope that you're okay"

Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings

Nothing's forever, nothing is as good as it seems

And when the clouds are ironed out

And the monsters creep into your house

And every door is hard to close

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

God, I hope that you're happier today

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

When Marie had finished, almost all of her dorm mates and Jagged looked emotional.

Marie took advantage of the silence and moved to the piano. She played the intro to the next song and began to sing again.

We broke up a month ago

Your friends aren't mine, you know, I know

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was attached

For all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

And now I'm pickin' her apart

Like cuttin' her down make you miss my wretched heart

But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go

So find someone great, don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

After the song ended, Jagged vehemently cursed out her ex.

“Don’t worry about Andrew, Jag. I’m over him. It hurts a little still, but I’m over him. That's the purpose of my new EP. I'm naming the first song hope ur ok and the second happier. So… what did you guys think?”

“...That was amazing! You even made Felix emotional!”

“I am not emotional, Bri. But it was quite good."

"Quite good?! Mars, you're going to be better than me!! Brucie-boy would be so proud of you! When are you going to release your EP?"

"I'm going to release one or two of my songs very soon and I'll release my EP on my seventeenth birthday."

"When's your birthday, Marie?" asked Allan.

"July ninth."

And with those simple questions, the large group fell into a long conversation and eventually invited Jagged to stay for dinner. He kindly declined and left soon after. The rest of the boys soon followed suit, saying their respective goodbyes and going to their rooms. The girls, on the other hand, stayed up much longer getting to know each other until Bridgette and Allegra got too tired to continue. All three girls left to their rooms and two of them settled into bed. Marie though, she decided that she had too much energy to sleep and wanted to get started on her school uniform. She read through the guidelines and rubric and spent the next six hours huddled over a desk, diligently making twelve sets of her new school uniform and sending a picture of one to her fashion teacher.

By the time 4 am rolled around, Marie was finished with her new uniforms and decided to sleep the last hour-and-a-half she had.

When she woke up, she showered, did her hair, and checked her email, becoming pleasantly surprised when she saw that her Fashion & Design teacher, Mlle Bouchard had already approved her uniform. She quickly put on the uniform and walked over to her mirror.

Marie was wearing a scarlet red blazer over a fitted white button-up shirt tucked into a beige pleated a-line skirt. She tied on a pair of black platform combat boots, applied light makeup, and put on her favorite pair of white gold hoop earrings.

She walked out of her room, ready to start her day.

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Songs used:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo - Sour

happier - Oliva Rodrigo - Sour

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Teaser - Part 1 (here) / Uniform sketch - Part 2 (COMING SOON)

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our next post will most likely be around Halloween, give or take a few days. there'll be a notice at least a few hours before

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Obviously, these two songs are not ours, all credit of the songs to Olivia Rodrigo and we don't own Miraculous Ladybug and DC. (We'd be rich if we did)

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artxyra · 3 years

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(Recyclable) You're My Brother, Mr. Wayne

Marinette remembers the day when her parents told her she was adopted. She was only twelve. It was that day when she learned that her birth name was actually Marin Etta Wayne, the lost (or unknown, in some cases) daughter of Martha and Thomas Wayne. They told her once she becomes of age, they’ll allow her to decide whether or not to pursue learning her heritage. Marinette thought about it but decided against it a year later when she became Paris’s own superhero, Ladybug.

As much as she wishes that Master Fu had chosen adults to become the heroes rather than children, she had to admit it did have its ups. Looking back at it now at twenty-six, she couldn’t find it in her to regret becoming the Guardian and the leader of the Order of the Miraculous. How could she when it brought her to her must prize gift, her son.

The eight-year-old has been in Marinette’s care since he was four. She had found him during a one-on-one meeting with the League of Assassin. Marinette had been appalled by the sight of a woman yelling at her son about not being able to carry a weapon correctly and then proceed to punish the boy. Pulling rank over the league and the woman (apparently Ra’s al Ghul daughter), Marinette gain a son that day. She learned that is name was Damian and from Talia told her, he was Batman’s son. Marinette didn’t bother to find out whether or not Damian’s conception was through the usual means of love, but what she does know was that Damian needed a loving mother figure before anything else.

“Mommy, you need to get up.” Marinette curls into the pale pink blankets that lays on top of her queen size bed. She could hear the ruffling of the sheets as Damian tries to wake her. Struggling to hold in a giggle was the hardest thing for her to do. “Mom, I don’t need to call Vic or Luka, now do I?” Upon hearing the two names of her favorite people, Marinette groans and uncovers her face to see the forest green eyes of her son.

“No, petit oiseau, I’m up.” Marinette pulls her son into her arms. “There is no need to bother Vic or Luka. They’re very busy people.” She adds before blowing raspberries into the small boy’s cheek. Damian squirms, trying to break free. He had spent the morning getting his hair ready for school and here his mother is messing it up. At least she didn’t ruffle it.

“Actually, Vic is in the living room right now on his laptop. Not that would have mattered. He made you a cup of coffee too.” Damian tells her the moment he is out of her reach. Marinette stares at the boy amused yet betrayed. She then slowly gets out of the bed. It was still early in the morning and she was not needed in the office until later that afternoon—not that Mr. Wayne would have noticed anyway.

“Vic,” Marinette gasps seeing her boyfriend of four years sitting down at the kitchen table with his face glued to the laptop’s screen. It wasn’t a normal sight, but she did have her rules when it comes to work related stuff. “How long?”

“About an hour, gotten a lead for a case that I’m working on and…” Marinette cuts him off by kissing his cheek.

“Shh. You talk too much. Dami told me you made coffee?” Vic points to the cup sitting on the counter before returning to his work on the laptop. Marinette rolls her eyes and goes to grab the cup. She takes a sip and moans as the hot liquid touches her tongue. It was made just right.

“So, is this JL work or regular work?” She then asks taking the seat across from her. Despite the two being workaholics, they manage to work this out with the help of their musician that is currently on tour once more.

“Regular work, if it was JL stuff, I would have stayed on the Watchtower. I know how much you hate it when I bring anything related to JL when Damian is around.” Vic says finally closing the laptop and facing Marinette.

“Good, you know how he is especially since we’re closer to Batman now than ever. I caught trying to sneak out a few times.” Marinette then takes another sip of her coffee and sighs. She hates feeling hopeless. The boy has a fasciation with Batman and she’s pretty sure it has something to do with Talia’s teachings. “Did you also make breakfast?”

Marinette was no shock to her Vic’s awkward chuckling at that question. He wouldn’t dare do near the stove especially when he’s in the zone. Marinette sighs and gets up; she looks over to the clock on the stove and realize she still got time. Damian didn’t have school for at least an hour, and she can drop him off on her way to work.

“How does a veggie breakfast sandwich sound?” Marinette asks knowing that her voice would be heard by Damian, who would no doubt come in and give his answer.

“Sound good,” Vic states, “Damian also agrees.” He turns to the archway where he could see the eight-year-old running down the stairs and stops short. Damian tip toes away. He knows that his mother hates it when he runs down the stairs. The floor being wooden and wearing socks don’t go together and the number of incidents that happen in this house is a lot.

Marinette doesn’t turn, instead she pulls out the ingredients from the fridge and starts making breakfast. It was moments like this that makes Marinette happy for the little family she made since moving out of Paris.

The moment Marinette entered her office, the first thing she wanted was some coffee. Mr. Wayne would be arriving in just under an hour for a department meeting, that she has to make sure everyone is ready for. Despite being the Director of the Martha Wayne Foundation, Marinette somehow finds herself being the keeper of all departments.

Its amazing to how quickly she rose to becoming the director of the Martha Wayne Foundation especially since that was no where near the area she was originally working in. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was meant to be, to be working under her birth mother’s name. Mr. Wayne made quick to giving her control of over the Foundation, which didn’t give her enough time to reject.

#another fic that I may or may not finish #maribat #sibling brucinette #mominette #questionette

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jasmehraj · 3 years

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A dark story about Marinette being Bruce's sister.

After the death of Flash, the justice league grieves and decides to change its methods.

They become justice lords who will not hesitate to kill anyone.

Superman is the one who is becoming the most corrupted. He takes the justice lords into his control.

Batman is struggling and so are his sons.

Dick and Tim doesn't like the idea of killing at all. Barbara doesn't have to kill because she always sits in the batcave. Cass and Damian were trained to kill. Jason was out of everything.

Superman didn't like that Jason was not in his control, so he called batman and publicly executed Jason accusing of him being dangerous and that he was a crime lord.

The same was done with Catwoman because Superman wanted full control over Batman and to do that he will need to cut all the unnecessary ties.

Dick and Tim call the only person who can stop the Justice Lords, the sister of the bat aka Marinette.

Marinette was in the temple building the order unaware of what was happening outside when her nephews came to her all bruised and injured.

They tell her about the situation, about how they are being forced to kill, torture people.

She is dumbfounded. Justice Lords are going deep in the darkness with every passing moment. If they didn't save them in time, it will be too late to do anything.

So she goes to stop Justice Lords and save the world.

So I had this idea ages ago but I haven't written it yet. I had honestly forgotten about it 😅.

Taglist: @nathleigh @jalaluvsu @togetherwekill @stackofrandomstuff @qualitypeacepainter @greatcatblaze

#maribat #jasmehraj #i love maribat #sister!marinette #sibling brucinette #great guardian marinette #idea #mlb x dc #ml x dc

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 years

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Sister of the Bat

[Masterlist]

I love siblings!Brucinette, especially Marinette being the older sibling. (Maybe I am projecting as the eldest child and enjoy bullying younger brothers in general.)

So hear me out.

Marinette is adopted by the Waynes when Bruce is like 9 or so.

She is older by like 2 years and her parents died. Bruce's parents took pity on her and took her in.

Gina takes Marinette with her as she travels around after Tom and Sabine dies in an accident and one of their stops is the Wayne Manor because Gina is good friends with Alfred.

Thomas and Martha offer to adopt Marinette to give her a stable home life and Gina accepts.

Bruce acts very much like Damian and demands her to get out of the mansion and insists that she is not family, much to his parents' dismay. He refuses to acknowledge her as a sister.

Marinette at least tries to be nice and be friends with him but her wellspring of patience can dry up and she later starts to call him 'demon brat.'

Marinette was there the night outside the cinema. The two siblings got a little closer after it and at least, stopped fighting each other on a daily basis. Alfred wishes it didn't take Thomas's and Martha's death for the two to get along.

Deep down, Marinette blames herself for what happened that night because how else can you explain why everyone she sees as a parental figure dies. Bruce doesn't blame her though.

So fast forward to when Marinette is 14 and she goes on an exchange program to Paris to visit her hometown. It took a lot to convince Bruce to let her leave Gotham and promises to come home for the holidays.

Hawkmoth happens. Bruce figures out that she's Ladybug when she refuses to come home for the holidays and investigate why.

He comes to Paris to help. Alfred follows to keep an eye on the two and also wants to know what the situation is since he used to be a miraculous holder.

Alfred had a 'talk' with Fu about putting responsibilities of a city on the shoulders of one of his wards. He also nearly got akumatized when Marinette was made Guardian and had more responsibilities on her young shoulders but managed to calm down.

Hilarious scene I thought of. Alfred cocks his shotgun, threatening to shoot Su-Han when he shows up and fires a warning shot to make a point.

They stayed in Paris for 2 years. Moving into Marinette's old house when the exchange program ended.

Bruce gets tempted to use the earrings and ring to bring his parents back but ultimately doesn't upon finding out about the consequences.

Of course Bruce is going to get a miraculous. I was thinking the rooster or the dog. And the weapon is a boomerang. Oh wait, how about the horse. It sorta works?

Hawkmoth gets defeated. Gabriel goes to jail. Adrien gets his mother back. The Wayne siblings and Alfred move back to good old Gotham.

(I realized that this got longer than I expected.)

Time skip to a few years later, when Marinette goes to Tibet to be trained as a Guardian and Bruce follows her not long after to learn how to fight and figured the Temple was a good place to start.

After she finishes her Guardian training, they both travel around, sometimes going their separate ways and meeting up again once a few months. Marinette only sometimes trains with some of the masters Bruce was learning under, she mainly goes around looking for lost Miraculous and righting the balance in places.

Of course, Marinette gets on the first plane to Nanda Parbat to knock some sense into her dumb brother, the moment she found out that Bruce was training with the League of Assassins.

"Okay, I left you alone for a week and the next thing I know you are in the League of Assassins. THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS LED BY RA'S AL GHUL. What the hell were you thinking, Bruce?! Does Alfred know about this?"

"Well, it is the League of Assassins. Assassins, Mari. I need to know every form of fighting so I can be Batman."

"I am sorry. Bat-what?"

"Batman. The identity I created so I can fight in my crusade against crime."

"Right.... That totally makes sense. But why a bat? I thought you were scared of those. I literally hung pictures of bats in my room so you would stay out. I even made a bat plushie named Terry. You remember Terry, right?"

"Yes and I hated him. The point is, I chose a bat as a sign of overcoming my fear and using it as a symbol to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies and as a symbol of hope for the innocent."

"Did- Did you just.. have an answer ready for when people ask you why you are dressed as a bat furry?"

She stuck around to pester Bruce into quitting the league and simultaneously mess with Ra's at the same time.

She used magic to keep herself hidden and succeeded to stay that way until Bruce left.

She's also the reason why Bruce hates magic.

Marinette went back to Gotham first and set up a fashion empire.

Bruce comes back and starts being Batman.

Marinette at first tries very hard to respect Bruce's decision to do this mostly on his own. Until an incident where he got stabbed and instead of resting, he goes out.

So tired older sister Marinette puts on a black kelver suit with bits of red as a homage to her time as Ladybug, a domino mask with white lenses and a cape with a red hood (Hawkmoth had ruined cowls and she later changed it into a kelver jacket with a hood because despite the dramatic effect it brings, she was not great at jumping around rooftops with a cape which made Bruce takes great pride in showing off how great his cape is any chance he gets)

She went out to make sure Bruce doesn't get killed. (No miraculous because she doesn't want people coming to already crime-filled Gotham for them)

People called her 'Red Hood'. (Joker uses that alias because he wants to taunt the Bat after hearing rumours that 'Red Hood' was dead. Jason took it because it's the name of the one person who pisses Bruce off and gets under his skin more than anyone.)

Batman has that deep and gruff voice to disguise his voice while Red Hood uses magic to distort her voice enough that it was still understandable but drove shivers down people’s spines.

She was there first hand and managed to record a lot of failed or dramatic moments Batman has. Blackmail...

Bruce is stubborn. He tells her that he has everything handled while getting his ass kicked. Mostly he gets the villain of the week tied up in an hour and Marinette leaves to go deal with something else in another neighbourhood.

Not very often there are cases where Bruce is obviously very tired and needs help but is too stubborn to ask for it. Marinette asks if he needs help and he says no. She lets the fight go on for like 15 minutes, casually leaning against the railing or wall and in one case, eating chips and sharing it with a barely conscious henchman before asking him again. And joining the fight whether he said no or not.

-------

The nature of their relationship is questioned as they are seen together often enough.

That came to light when Penguin was dangling Red Hood above a death trap and threatened Batman that he was going to kill his girlfriend unless he met the demands.

“Ew…” “What the-. No!” “Gross. I would rather die, thank you very much.” “She’s my sister.” “My standards are way higher than that.”

“Oh. My apologies. But still the same sentiment. Do it or she dies.”

“No.” Batman answered.

“Kwamis, if this is about the cookies, I said I was sorry, Baby Brother.”

“The sign clearly said ‘Do not Touch.’”

The two clearly adult, usually serious and fearsome vigilante bicker like children.

Penguin cleared his throat after being frustrated at being ignored, “Hello, still here by the way. And I thought he was the older one.”

“He wishes.” Red Hood snorted, already freed and ready to kick some Penguin’s ass.

“Oh no.”

------

Joker thinks he is Batman’s arch nemesis. And for the longest time, was the only Gotham Rouge who has never faced Red Hood. (Marinette knows about the Joker but due to the circumstances and dislike for the man’s fashion choices, has never met the ‘Clown prince’ in person.)

But Joker doesn’t pay attention to frivolous gossip of the Gotham underworld much. So as far as he knows, there was only one vigilante in town and that was the Batman who is his equal and vice versa or so he thought.

That illusion was shattered, the moment another figure appeared from the shadows while Batman was busy trying to deactivate the bombs on the hostages.

“Yo, Demon-Brat, Need help?”

“No.”

“Who is this, Batsy? Your sidekick?”

Red Hood looked offended, “I find that very offensive.”

Batman sighed, “The bane of my existence.”

It was Joker’s turn to be offended. He puts on a hurt face, “But I thought I was your arch nemesis, Batsy. What about all those fun times we had?”

“Sorry, Jester. But me and Bats have a longer history.”

“It’s the Joker. You nitwit.”

“Nitwit? Come up with better insults, you second-grade clown. I have seen birthday clowns scarier than you. And it’s the green wire that you need to cut.”

“Who are you anyway?”

Red Hood took a bow. “The name’s Hood. Red Hood. I am here to make sure the Demon-Brat over there doesn’t get killed, dressed as a bat furry. Now, any last words?” She aimed her guns at the Joker.

“Oh. I think I will like you.”

[Fight scene as Batman frees the hostages and then, they fight the Joker together.]

As Joker is led into the car that will take him to Arkham Asylum, “I don’t like you.” He said as he glared at Red Hood.

------(Time skip to so many years and after Marinette had left Gotham due to being unable to deal with Bruce's bullshit anymore)

Batman is working on his latest case in front of the Batcomputer when his phone rang from a number he wished never called.

He answered it.

“Hey, Bruce, I am going to be in town for the next few days. This is a heads-up, in case we ever ran into each other.”

“Understood. Is anyone new going to show up during your stay?”

“Maybe. That remains to be seen.”

“Tell me when it happens.”

A small laugh at the other end. “Same old Brucie.”

Alfred enters. “Is that Miss Marinette?”

“Hello, Alfred. Nice to know that you are well.”

“Miss Marinette, it would be nicer if you come by the manor. It’s rather empty without you.”

“I would love to, Alfred but my schedule is rather packed and I am pretty sure the manor is full of strays that Demon brat had brought home over the years.”

“They are not strays. They needed someone to train them properly and they agreed to be adopted.” Bruce still hasn’t figured out how he has so many kids. One day, it was just him and Dick and the next thing, kids come and go from his house. But he wasn’t going to let her know that.

“Sureee…”

“Miss Marinette, it’s been so long since we last saw you. I am confident that you and Master Bruce can remain civil for a few hours. Please come by.”

A short silence.

“Do it for me. Please.” Alfred added.

“For you Alfred, I will come over sometime in the afternoon tomorrow but I cannot promise anything else. Goodbye.”

“Good Day, Miss Marinette.”

---

The next morning, Bruce wasn’t in a good mood and the kids tried to figure out why. Bets on Jason or Damian.

Alfred on the other hand looked almost giddy with excitement, cleaning up the manor with a vigour.

When he was asked, he answered “Miss Marinette is back in Gotham. She’s coming over for a visit today.”

Dick and Jason seemed to understand what Alfred meant.

“Wait, she’s back. Does Bruce know she’s going to be here?”

“He and the Miss have agreed to be civil towards each other.”

“Well, I am going to the kitchen to make some popcorn. This is going to be good.” Jason said, gleefully rubbing his hands together as he walked away.

All the other kids looked confused. “Who’s Marinette?”

Dick answered,“She’s well...if there was anyone in the entire world who can drive Bruce mad, it’s her. I swear he came close to breaking the no-kill rule every time she visits. Last I heard she was in Australia.”

“Why does Father dislike her that much?” Damian asked.

“She was the original Red Hood.”

“I thought Jason stole that name from the Joker.” Tim scratched his head.

“Well, the Joker stole it from her to taunt B. When B started off, Batman had...um...a partner. This was way before my time. Her methods were a little conventional. She prioritizes the innocents but she broke the no-kill rule a few too many times. Nearly killed the Joker once.”

“So what happened?”

“They argued a lot. Fought nearly all the time. By the time B had Jason for like what? a year?, she moved out of Gotham and rarely came back. The last time was Jason’s fifteenth birthday before he died and we never heard back from her again, except for a few birthday presents”

“Why isn’t there any picture of her? Why have we never heard of her before?”

“Bruce likes to pretend that she doesn’t exist because...well... you’ll see.”

------

Jason to Dick later. “You didn’t tell them?”

“No. Would you tell them about her and Bruce?”

“I see your point. This is going to be epic. We are totally recording, right?”

“Way ahead of you. Cameras in nearly every angle of each room, plus hidden microphones for audio. Babs is making sure they are all in working order. Thank Bruce paranoia at times like this.”

Doorbell rings. “And Action.” Jason said as he and Dick took out their phones to get some first hand footage. Extra blackmail is always handy to have.

Alfred opens the door to reveal a woman in red, wearing sunglasses. Outside, a red and black motorbike was parked. Her hair was dark and hung loose down her back. She takes off her glasses to reveal bluebell eyes that held the same steely glint as Bruce but they softened at the sight of the old butler.

“Hey Alfred. Long time no see.” She warmly said as she hugged him.

“Miss Marinette. I must say that I miss having your charm around the manor.”

Seeing Dick and Jason in the hallway. “Boys, look at you. You have grown so much. Dick, I see you finally got rid of the mullet.(It wasn’t that bad, Dick said under his breath) Jason, see, I told you that you will get bigger than me one day.”

“Hey, M / Aunt Mari” They hug her.

“Jason.” Her tone changed and he froze, she sounded pissed. “You name stealer.”

“I wanted to make you proud. I was very mad at B back then and I thought why not use the name that pisses him off the most. And you were my favourite auntie.” He tried to explain himself. Maybe he should have asked her first before using her name.

Marinette thought about it for an antagonizing long time watching him squirm, “Hmm….Valid. In that case, you can be my successor.”

“Always knew I was your favourite nephew.”

“Hush, that’s our secret. Now where are all the other strays Brucie has.”

The other bat kids had appeared from where they were.

“Oh… are these the new strays that Brucie brought home over the years?”

“I am no stray. I am Father’s blood son and his heir. You will treat me as such, woman.”

Marinette mutters under her breath, “No doubt about it, you are Bruce’s son. Can’t believe that Demon brat actually got a kid with his DNA. I thought for sure that he was going to keep adopting kids with some resemblance to him.” Jason laughs.

“I am Tim. And the Demon spawn over there,” He gestured towards said kid, “is Damian.” At the nickname, she raised an eyebrow and looked at Dick. He nodded. She chuckled.

The excited blond woman hugged her next, “Hi, I am Stephanie, unlike the others, I came in and never got adopted.”

“Smart girl.”

Stephanie pointed towards Cass, “and this is Cass. She doesn’t talk much.” Cass settles for a wave.

“I am Duke. The family’s newest addition.”

“The only ones not here are Babara, Harper, Colin and Kate.”

“Kate as in Kate Kane?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh. I have to meet up with her at some point.”

“Come on now. Let’s not loiter in the hallway. I am sure Miss Marinette would like some tea. And remember your promise.”

“I promise my best.”

“I hope your best is enough. Master Bruce is currently in the study.”

“Great. I don’t have to deal with his annoying face.”

They moved to the living room. Marinette, Jason and Dick catch up on what happened over the years. Mostly on Jason’s and Dick’s part.

Bruce finally comes down the stairs and the room falls silent. The atmosphere suddenly felt thick and hard to breathe, the moment the two made eye contact with each other.

“Marinette. You are still here.”

“Disappointed, Demon Brat?”

Everyone looked shocked, except for Dick and Jason who had started recording on their phone the moment Bruce showed up.

Marinette stood up with folded arms and a murderous glare on her face when she saw what Bruce was wearing. Bruce on the other hand smirked, wearing clothes that clashed terribly and was an absolute eyesore, especially to a fashion designer’s eye.

WTF was happening???? Was running through most of the bat kids’ heads.

“You are doing this on purpose. You are trying to piss me off.”

“You started it by not leaving the moment the amount of time warranted for a visit has passed.”

“I didn’t come here to see you. I came here for Alfred and stayed for them.” She pointed her thumb in the kids’ direction. “You should have stayed in your little man cave, Bats.”

“How about you scurry back to Europe where you belong, Bug, before I eat you.”

“Aw...Look at the cute baby bat, baring his non-existent fangs.”

“I am a full-grown man. You onesie wearing imposter.”

“I was thirteen year old! Thirteen! If we are going to rip each other’s first suits, then let’s talk about that fashion disaster you wore when you first started out. That cape was a walking hazard, much less be used to run around rooftops. It’s a miracle that you can still walk after that accident. And the ears. You looked like a fucking Rabbit.”

“You are one to talk. That cloak incident in the winter gala of- .”

“That doesn’t count. I only fell down because you stepped on it. If memory serves, you embarrassed yourself in front of Miss Kyle by falling face first into the fountain and ran away from the gala, that same day.”

The insults and jabs went on and on. Stories full of blackmail were exchanged.

Jason and Dick are delighted at the blackmail material and grinning like maniacs.

The rest were still in shock at Bruce’s behaviour. This is way different from the Brucie Wayne persona and a far cry from the stoic Batman.

“Face it, Baby brother. You can’t just admit that I am wayyy better than you.”

‘Baby Brother’, Tim mouthed. He looked at the two eldest for answers but were of no help as they try to capture the best angle for their video.

He vaguely remembers the name Red Hood appearing in the news along with Batman and Robin and there being a second Wayne when he was younger.

He thought that they would be exes or something that worked together but the sibling rivalry in front of him made so much sense now.

“I can beat you in a fight any day, Brucie.”

“Well, I am Batman.”

“And I have been doing this hero shtick since I was 13. So weapons or no weapons?”

“No weapons. Alfred won’t appreciate new scratches in the living room. Freestyle, all out brawl, first one pinned or knocked out loses. right here, right now. No hitting the face or between the legs.” He said, taking off his silver glittery suit jacket.

“I like the sound of that.” She said as she took off her red coat and got into a fighting stance. “Give me all you got, demon brat.”

Dick and Jason made sure to clear out the room and continued filming from the stairs.

“She’s like our aunt?” Tim asked.

“Adopted. Like us.” Jason grinned, as Marinette got cornered and did a flip to get out “I like to think that the adoption genes from Thomas and Martha were passed down to B and doubled to explain why there are so many of us.”

“Why has Father never mentioned her to us before?”

“Would you talk about us to your pets if we were living far and far away?” Dick asked.

“You and maybe Cass and Thomas. The rest of you. No. I wouldn’t. You make a good point, Richard.”

The two siblings downstairs had abandoned fighting the proper way and were wrestling on the ground like five years old.

“Master Bruce. Miss Marinette. I expected better from both of you. You are supposed to set a good example for the children.” Alfred had arrived.

They both stopped and broke apart, looking sheepish under Alfred’s disappointed gaze.

“Sorry Alfred.” They both apologised and glared at each other.

“I guess I miss you,” Marinette said first, “Demon Brat.”

“You weren’t miss as much, Imposter.”

Alfred cleared his throat. The two siblings sighed.

“I am sorry for calling you an Imposter and that was very rude of me.” Bruce ‘apologised’ like he had recited that particular sentence too many times.

“I am sorry too for calling you a Demon Brat despite the accuracy of the statement and I endeavour to do less of it in the future, Bruce.”

“Well since dinner is nearly ready, both of you clean up the mess and come to the dining room.”

“Alfred, I really can’t stay-” Marinette started.

“You are staying, Miss Marinette. It has been years since you were here.”

“Fine, because I love your cooking nothing else and Brucie better change his clothes.”

“No.” Bruce replied childishly.

------

At the dinner table,

“So Aunty M, can I call you that?” Tim asked.

“It’s fine. What do you want to ask?”

“I heard you and Bruce talking about magical butterflies in Paris and you starting your um hero career when you were 13 because of it.”

“Oh.” Marinette’s hand on her fork tensed a little. “Wasn’t expecting that but I can see why you are curious.”

“Now that I thought about it, you never told Jason and me the entire story about it.” Dick said.

“You are right. It’s more of the entire incident left too heavy of a mark for me to talk freely about it.”

Bruce looked her with worry in his eyes, “M, you don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.”

Marinette took a bite first while she gathered her thoughts first. “When I was 13 years old, I went on a student exchange program to Paris so I can learn more about my home town….”

She told them about Hawkmoth and the magical earrings she received. The responsibility of the entire city that came with it.

“You don’t sound happy about having magic powers.”

“Well, it happens when you are a just kid with already enough trauma on her plate from four parents dying in front of her. Then, you get chosen to be a hero by some old man just because you decided to be a decent human being and help him cross the street. I repeat, chosen, no training, no information on what exactly was going on. Dropped some magic earrings. which the bad guy clearly wants, into the hands of a child and pushed her out the door to fight in a long tiring war. He got amnesia halfway through the entire thing and left for London. I was young back then but didn’t know any better. At first, it was really fun. Then... If Bruce wasn’t so stubborn and stayed in Gotham like I wanted him to, I might have came out of it way worse.” Her voice was soft as she seemed lost in some painful memories.

“I already lost my parents. I didn’t want to lose another family.” Bruce said.

Marinette smiled, “Yeah. I am thankful for your help. I couldn’t keep you out of superheroing if I tried and Alfred and I tried a lot.”

A few of the Batkids sent smirks towards Bruce to remind him of how they got adopted.

“So how did Bruce help you out?”

“Well, he was more of the Oracle in the situation, tracking down Hawkmoth. Alfred and me kept him from going out, no matter how much he wanted to join the fights. But…” Marinette smirked and Bruce stiffened as he realized what she was going to do.

Marinette moved forward and ‘whispered’, “You should know that you kids aren’t the only ones who parkoured around rooftops in brightly coloured bird-themed suits in your preteens.”

“No way...The Batman was like your Robin?!”

Bruce dropped his face into his hands. “Mari, stop.” He hissed.

“What? I am simply enlightening the children on their heritage.”

Alfred comes in to take away the plates, “I also recall the young Master sneaking out many times to accompany you on your night patrols.”

“Alfred!”

“Nearly forgot about that. There are times where he followed me in his pjamas and a table cloth as a cape when he can’t find where I hid the Miraculouses. Can’t keep him down even when he got sick and was loopy from the medication.”

“Is this the same Mr. Lecture-us-for-not-wearing-our-proper-uniform-when-we-patrol and sneaking out to patrol?”

“One time, I got sick so Bruce wore the earrings to be Ladybug and he had this entire speech prepared for when he take down an akuma that he did in front of the mirror.”

“I thought that you were asleep.” Bruce mumbled in embarrassment.

“You aren’t as quiet and sneaky as you thought you were. Also Chat showed me the video of you taking the akuma down and how he found you when you were practicing the yo-yo.”

“He what?!”

“I also told him to sent it to Alya.”

“No!” Bruce stood up and hurried towards the Batcave. “How did I know about this?”

“Who’s Alya?”

“My reporter friend. Back in the day, she ran the Ladyblog, where she posted information and videos about akuma attacks.”

“So you are saying that there is a video of a tiny Bruce in a red with black polka dot suit, running around Paris on the Internet.”

“I think there are a few featuring him in his Chick-lad suit too. It was the cutest thing ever. Wanna see?”

“Aren’t you worried about him deleting the blog off the internet?” Tim asked as Marinette looked through her phone.

“My brother may be good at hacking but he can’t reach the level of Max Kante who made an AI at fourteen and coded the Ladyblog. Besides, Alya has back-ups and I have back-ups too. Mostly footages of Chick-lad in action.”

“Show us.” they all demanded.

------

In the next JL meeting,

“So regarding the problem in the-” Batman was saying as the presentation screen blacked out.

“On it.” Cyborg said as he got up to make it work again but the screen flickered back on before he can do anything.

‘Batman.’ A voice that suspiciously sounded like Nightwing narrated as clips of Batman fighting on the streets of Gotham, driving the Batmobile, facing off many Gotham Rouges and posing with the other Justice League members played. ‘The Dark Knight of Gotham. The Caped Crusader. Thought to be smartest and most dangerous member of the Justice League.’

‘But all heroes made their start somewhere...’

A news clip played showing Paris being wrecked by an akuma and Nadja reporting the scene. English subtitles are inserted for those who don’t understand French. Most of the members are confused as Batman felt horror beginning to set in. He might not be able to show his face to the other heroes again after this stunt his children had pulled.

The camera zoomed in on the girl in red and black fighting the orange-skinned person with a rope weapon of some sort. Wonder Woman gasped as she recognised a Ladybug user. Then, a younger boy with yellow and red feather designs, slammed into the akuma. The video paused right before the boy made impact with his mouth wide open. A circle is drawn around the boy dressed as a rooster? and an arrow pointed towards him with the words ‘Batman, aged 11’ next to it. ‘Former alias: Chick-lad’ was under it.

Red Hood’s voice was soon heard. ‘This is the infamous Dark Knight in his humble beginning. Before Gotham, there was Paris. The city of Love had dark days upon it. The young boy took up the mantle of Chick-lad and fought the demons that plagued the cities in a rather startling bright yellow. He fought alongside Ladybug who is most known for being the leader of the team that lead the charge. But we are not focusing on her right now. We are going to show you the brave chicken who had feathers on his suit.’

“No. No. No.” Bruce said as he desperately tries to turn the documentary or whatever it was off. Green Arrow and Green Lantern had began recording on their phones. Superman tried not to laugh at his friend. Cyborg looked like he can’t comprehend the boy on the screen was the same dark, not as intimidating anymore, figure in front of him.

Cue clips of Chick-lad in action and dramatically saying a lot of cheesy one-liners and puns as he try to take down akumas by himself with his bow and arrows, much to Ladybug’s visible frustration. Some horrible attempts at trick shots with the bow.

Videos of Ladybug scolding a self-satisfied but bloody Chick-lad on irresponsibly using his powers to tie up citizens for simple crimes like littering.

------

An amused Ladybug filming herelf,

“Hi, Ladybug here, on the 17th June of 19**, Robin Hood over there decided that he was going to see how many cars he can carry.” (LB calls Chick-lad Robin Hood as a nickname in the suits because of the bow.)

Camera switches to said hero under a bus and 5 cars, struggling to hold it up.

“On a good day, he can’t lift 100lbs for two minutes. But with the added Miraculous strength we can lift more than a ton for over an hour. Let’s add more and see what the limit is, shall we?”

“Ladybug, no. Help me. I can’t carry it anymore.”

“No..*Laughs* oh shit. Wait. Hang on. I am coming. Don’t you dare drop that. The Miraculous Ladybug is not for fixing the things you broke.”

Scene Cut.

A masked boy in a black cat suit was filming this time. “Bonjour, beautiful City of Lights, Chat Noir here, LB is taking medical leave due to her illness but her replacement is filling in the meantime and unfortunately, he’s not..the best with the yo-yo.”

The camera move to show Chick-lad in a red and black form-fitting suit with some armour. He was suspended in mid-life, tangled up with strings and hanging from what looks like the structure of the Eiffel Tower like a bug trapped in a spider web. He was furiously trying to get free but gets more tangled up in the strings.

“Paris is doomed.” Chat Noir deadpanned before asking, “Should I be getting LB, little chick?”

“No. Do not get my sister. I told her that I can handle Paris while she is incacipated and I will....once I get out of these stupid things.”

“Don’t diss the yo-yo. It did nothing to you.”

“It’s a horrible choice for a weapon. Bows and arrows are way better.”

-----

Green Arrow laughed, “I have to get a recording of that.”

Batman had given up trying to turn the thing off (he cursed his decision to make the screen battery-powered so it didn’t turn off when he pulled the plug) and was face-down on the table with sympathetic pats from Wonder Woman while she fan-girled in the moments when Ladybug is on screen.

Flash had gone and gotten popcorn for everyone.

-----

Someone filming Chick-lad as he taunts the akuma and evading its attacks until a yo-yo wrapped around him and pulled him out of the akuma’s range. The camera followed his trajectory. There was a pissed Ladybug on a nearby rooftop, now holding Chick-lad by the back of his suit.

“CHICKEN-LAD FOGHORN LEGHORN THOMAS WA- BUG. You are in so much trouble.”

“There was an akuma.” He weakly said

“You were grounded by Al and I can handle the akuma.”

“Well, Ladybug.” The akuma said, “Prepare to be-”

“Shut it. Can’t you see that I am talking to this little superhero here who is supposed to be at home because he is grounded?” The akuma obeyed and awkwardly stood around.

“Al was worried when you disappeared. Stop being so reckless, you piece of drumsticks.”

“This is rich coming from the girl who lets herself get eaten by a T-Rex.”

“It was part of the plan and you mister are going home right now.”

“No.”

“Do it or you ain’t getting any of Al’s snickerdoodles.”

“Fine.”

-----

“Hey, Robin Hood! Whatcha thinking about?”

Chick-lad was in a familiar pose of Batman when he is in his brooding mood.

He didn’t look up, ignoring his sister. Ladybug placed an egg under him as the camera shakes from suppressed giggles.

“Are you brooding again? I swear it’s hard to...no way.” Ladybug said in faux surprise.

This got Chick-lad’s attention. “What?”

“There’s an egg under you. How is there an egg up here?!”

The tiny hero stood up, “Har Har, no way I am falling for that... Holy shit, that’s an egg. How is it here?”

“Unless…”

Chick-lad looked horrified. “No…I mean there is no feasible way that I..”

“You laid an egg!”

“No no no no….nuh uh...I did not lay an egg.”

“I mean you brood all the time and the pro-long use of the Miraculous does give certain characteristics to our human bodies.”

“Your weird craving of aphids is a way different territory than me laying an egg. I laid an egg, Ladybug! I can’t do that. I am a healthy male Rooster.”

“That’s your own child you are talking about.”

“I am not ready to be a father.” (The caption ‘said the man who proceeds to adopt a gazillion children’ appeared under Chick-lad.)

“Well, what do we do with it?” Chick-lad asked as he tentatively picked the egg up.

“We could eat it. Omelet for breakfast sounds good.” Ladybug suggested.

Chick-lad caressed the egg like it was a precious baby, “Help me hide it from Alfred. I will do anything.”

“No. We are not going to eat my kid.”

“So you decided to be a responsible father, then, little brother.”

“Deal.”

Screen cut to a dark screen like a camera was hidden inside a bag.

“-ONE WEEK! THAT’S SEVEN DAYS, 168 HOURS, 10080 MINUTES OR 604800 SECONDS!”

Someone was laughing very hard.

“THAT’S HOW LONG YOU WATCHED ME BABY THAT FAKE EGG AND MADE ME THINK I WAS THE FATHER. FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK, YOU WATCHED ME SING LULLUBIES AND TELL STORIES TO IT.”

“Fatherhood suited you.”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU EVEN GOT ALFRED IN ON IT!!! ALFRED!”

“He thought this might make you learn to be more responsible. And hush you don’t want to wake up little Eggbert.”

“You are the worst.”

Ladybug cackles, “I know.”

------

The compilation lasted 20 minutes before it ended with a side-by-side comparisons of the various poses by Chick-lad, next to a Batkid trying to recreate it.

Batman stood up with every shred of dignity he still had left, “None of you will breathe a word about what happened today.” and walked out of the room.

“How is it after being embarrassed like that he manages to still scare me?”

There are a few inside jokes made from that ‘presentation’. Phrases like ‘the chicken grew up to be a bat’ baffled other members’ who didn’t see it. Until Oliver and Hal did a movie night and showed them the video that Oracle emailed them.

Ollie got a recording of a young Bruce saying “Bow and arrows are better.” in French on his phone. It’s one of the phrases in French that he knows. He says it everytime Batman has a disagreement with him. (Bruce once took out a custom bat-bow and arrows in a meeting and did an awesome archery trick that narrowly missed Green Arrow by a millimetre and proceeds to say that his skills are ‘rusty’.)

Later, he would tell newbie heroes that Batman once said, “C'est un choix d'armes horrible. L'arc et les flèches sont meilleurs.” and that means, “It’s a horrible choice of weapons. Bow and arrows are better.” in French. Bruce walked by once and told the newbie that it was taken out of context and that the horrible weapon in question was a yo-yo.

Wonder Woman passed her number to Batman to give it to Ladybug in front of everyone.

“Hey, Supes, who’s that?”

“It’s Batman’s sister, apparently. Used to be a superheroine with some magic earrings about twenty years ago. And those earrings used to belong to Diana’s mother.”

“Batman has a sister? And there’s two of them?”

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Stephenie had tried to fight crime with a yo-yo. It went horribly for everyone involved.

Damian asked to spar with Marinette before she left. She beats him with a custom yo-yo since she rarely uses the Miraculous nowadays. She left it for Damian as a very late or early birthday present.

Damian had trained himself to use it as a weapon since if his aunt can do it, so can he and carries it around because it has benefits like ‘it’s a toy, Father. It’s to entertain myself in that boring prison they call school.’

He also learned how to do tricks with it. He took down some would-be kidnappers with the yo-yo as Damian Wayne. (Stephanie was jealous of how good Damian was and asked him to teach her.)

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Marinette and Bruce finally made up (skipping over the angst plot) and there were more visits from Aunty M. She does turn down being a vigilante again, choosing to focus on her new role as co-CEO of Wayne Enterprise to lighten the load but made a special appearance on a very busy night.

“Eddie! How are you? I see you are still doing purple on green.”

That voice. Whoever said that Batman was scarier one was wrong. The OG Red Hood was the one who plagues his nightmares to this day.

The Riddler turned around, hoping he was wrong. The rumours said that she was dead. But dying meant nothing to the Bats since the second Robin came back to life and was the current Red Hood.

There was a chilling sound of metal against concrete walls. “Eddie…”

“You can’t be real. You can’t.” His men were looking at him like he had gone mad. They had never seen their boss this terrified before. A few older ones from the early days dropped their weapons and run off.

Out of the shadows, a figure in red stepped out and the metal of her gun glinted under fluorescent light.

“I left Gotham for a nice vacation and what do I see after 5 years of absence? Idiots like you who still pairs green with purple.”

Riddler gets on his knees and began begging for mercy. Riddler’s goons get knocked out by the other bats as OG Red Hood tore into his fashion choices.

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“I mean I don’t get why people is getting so worked up over this new Red Hood.” A newbie henchman said.

“There’s another one? Did the current up and one die again?” Penguin asked.

“No. I think they are sharing the name. The old one is still around but there’s another one with the same name. She’s the one without a helmet and wears an actual red hood. I heard rumours that she has a voice of a demon, literally. They also say that Riddler surrendered himself when she showed up on the scene. You okay, boss?” he asked a very pale Penguin.

“She’s back. I thought she left for good. Batman probably welcomed her back with open arms if she is back on the streets catching the likes of us. Pack your bags, boys. We are moving out of Gotham.”

“Why? And where to, boss?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“Come on, Boss. She’s just another Bat. More work for us but we can handle her.”

“You fools. That woman is the Red Hood. The Original before there were any Robins working for Batman. When the name Batman was nothing more than a myth, a bogeyman for criminals, she was Bloody Mary story. Say her name three times and she will show up to hunt you down. The Red Hood you know now is great at catching criminals yes but she is the predator and we are the prey. She will stop at nothing, I repeat nothing to catch us. With Batman, he will let us get away to save the innocents. With her, I once left her with a ticking time bomb stuck to several hostages and got on a train to Chicago. Do you know who I saw when the train pulled into the station? She was standing on the platform, with that red hood over her head, waiting for me.”

“Aren’t you a little old for campfire stories, Oswald?” The voice asked with amusement from behind him. The same voice that had Riddler screaming for the hills. Penguin turned very pale.

“You are not getting me this time.” Penguin snarled as he called for his men and activated the bomb under his club.

“None of that now.” She grabbed the remote and de-activated the bomb. She then grabbed his collar and put a gun to his head.

“You remember what happened to the old Black Mask the last time I was here, right? When Batman was less tolerant of people breaking his no-kill rule. I will make you join him if you don’t call off your men and give me the information I came here for. I will even spare you from paying for your medical bills if you cooperate nicely and turn yourself back into Arkham.”

Penguin agreed, begging for his life.

#maribat #siblings brucinette #oldersis! marinette #tired older sister Marinette

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blackroserelina · 3 years

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The Lost One

Marinette is Bruce's bio child that was kidnap when she was three.

Her mom died in childbirth.

Batman was able to find her kidnapper but he was died and Mari was no where to be found. Half way across the world Mari is found by a baker couple while she was wondering around Pairs looking for daddy.

The Parisienne police force were not able to find out who her parents were caz she didn't know her dad's name and they never thought of looking at the missing person reports outside of France and Bruce lost all trace of her after she was took out of the state, but he never stopped looking hoping someday he would find her again.

The only thing Mari has form her farther is a one of a kind locket that has "My most beloved daughter M.W. daddy loves you always." carved inside of it.

The rest of the bats never knew much about her caz Bruce would never talk about her or use her name and she was took before he took anyone in. they only knew what Alfred would tell them about her and he would only refer to her as “the young Miss” and they never saw a pic of her. The only pic of her that Bruce hasn’t hidden away is the one he cares on his person.

So the rest of family end up meeting her before Bruce and they all adopt her as their sister before they even find out that she is their lost sister.

They end up meeting her when she is on a class trip to Gotham with her class. She meets Tim first at a coffee shop after she finds out the hotels coffee pot is broken and her class left her behind at the hotel and they end up ordering the exact same coffee.

They end up talking while waiting on there coffee and Tim finds out how her class has left her behind and how she in a hurry to get to them put she really need a cup of coffee so stopped here since it is on the was to were she is going. When he finds out she is from the class that he and Dick is suppose to be giving a tour of Wayne Enterprise he offers to escort his knew coffee sibling there

The next the batboys she meets is Dick who is worried caz this teacher left a student her in Gotham and is not even worried about her. Not only that he can also hear everything her class is calling her and the teacher is doing nothing to stop the obvious bullying that is happening to this student even if said student is not here. So he decides to call Tim and hope he is still in the area of their hotel and can swing by to hopefully see if she is still there. When Tim picks up and Dick tells him what going on he ends up telling him he already found her and how he found her and tells him that they’re on their way and they be there soon before hanging up. Dick was relived that the girl was alright and on her way with his brother.

When Dick first saw her when she walked in to the room the first think he noticed was how here smile lit up the whole room, but as soon as she saw her class her smile was gone as she shrunk into her try to make herself smaller as she shuffled slightly behind Tim like she was trying to hide. The two brother exchanged glances at that and they both agreed something was wrong with this class and they were going to find out what and if they just happen to adopt Mari as their new sister by the end of the tour no one need to know.

The next she meets is Jason as Red Hood after her class left her behind again but this time at the restaurant they went to for dinner. It was already getting dark and she was lost caz her phone die during dinner and end up cornered in an allay by two men and after she took them down she felt someone touch her shoulder and out of instinct she graded the offending hand and flipped the person over her shoulder. Once she realized who it was she was horrified with what she did and keep apologizing for what she did. Hood literally had to cover her mouth just so he could get a word in to tell her its fine and to find out why she was out so late. An when he found out what happen he was not happy and takes her to her hotel if he just happen to adopt her to after he told the family what happen and then heard Dick’s and Tim’s account of what happen with the class earlier that day no one needed to know. And if Bruce’s heart shatter when he heard that name again no one need to know caz he knew it couldn’t be her and if he told Damian watch out for the girl the next day when the class is visiting his school without saying her name and left without letting anyone say anything else no one need to know why.

The next she meet is Damian when the class is visiting Gotham Academy to see how American schools are like and each of the French students end up paired with a student of the Academy to fallow around for the day and if Marinette just so happens to end up paired with Damian no one needs to know why. Thought out the day she somehow is able to slide into his cold heart and becomes someone he believes is acceptable person he is willing to let in and protect no one needs to know.

During the second half of the Wayne Enterprise tour after the class has visited Gotham Academy, Dick and Tim leads the class into a room caz Bruce was wanting to talk to them about the dangers of Gotham and how no one should be left on their and about the other stuff he has heard about the class. But someone trips Marinette on her way in the room and she ends up falling on the floor but during her fall her necklaces falls off and ends up bouncing up to Bruce's feet and opening up. Bruce seeing this but was not able to see who tripped her or get a get a good look at the girl who was tripped before she fell goes to pick up the necklaces but when he gets a good look at it he freezes because there is only one necklaces like this in the world and he could only hope that she was who he hoped beyond hope she was. So with an almost unnoticed trembling hands he picked up the necklaces and walkover to the girl who was now sitting on the floor while her face was still facing away form him. When he final reached her he can tell she is starting to panic when she realizes that her necklaces around her neck anymore. So he deices to call out a soft miss to her and when she turned around and he finally got a good look at her face it took every bit of self-control he had not to break down right there. Because he new that face even if it was older and he hasn't seen it in person in many years he would never forget it. There right in front of him was his little girl.

When she first hears his voice she could help but think she knows that voice but she doesn't quite remember where she has heard it from. So she turns around with an confused expression and sees a pair of black slacks that she follows up to a suit jacket and then when she finally reached he man's face the first thing she noticed was his eyes; she knew those eyes. They're the same eyes she sees every morning in the mirror staring back at her. Those eyes still haunt her dreams. Those are the eyes she only remember seeing in one other person and she never thought to see again. Those are the eyes of her farther and that meant that this was her dad. The man that she remembered was always their for her and always tried to show he loved her even though he didn't show it like most people did. She could feel tiers start to form in her eyes as she looked at him as she whispered an all most inaudible “daddy.” But she could tell he hear her when she saw his mask cracked and eyes started to over joy and gain a slight shin to them.

Bruce barley caught what she said but when he registered what she called him he could not stop the absolute ecstasy that over came him. She remembered him she was so young when she was took but she still remembered him. but when he saw tires starting to form in her eye he could not and would not hold back damn the people around them this is his little girl and she needed him. So he got down on one knee and put her into his firm embraced while still keeping a firm hold on the necklaces in his hand and let her cry in his arms for the first time in what felt like forever while he tried to keep himself from breaking down. He could tell that his sons Dick and Tim were confused as they tried to clearing everyone out the room they were in, but he didn't pay them any mind his whole focused was on his little girl in his arms as he tried reassure himself this is not a dream and she is real.

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soulmate-game · 4 years

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I was feeling angsty. Read at your own risk, there is very little comfort in this and a whole shit ton of hurt. Probably a bunch of emotional triggers, so seriously be careful guys.

—*—*—*—*—*

Liquid pain ran down her arm like poison, the slash in it burning hot and spreading it’s agony like an invisible waterfall inside her flesh. But she did not grip her bicep where the wound had been inflicted, her gaze blank as she forced herself to hide her turmoil behind glass eyes. Her brother’s snarling face was only inches in front of her own, his katana moving from her arm to her throat.

“Useless! To think we share any blood relation is humiliating!” He growled at her. She did not move, did not emote. Her blades fans, the weapon she was loved most, lay half-opened on the ground beside her. Abandoned. But she knew Damian’s sword would not kill her. Blood family was a bond that was not to be severed by murder unless ordered by Ra’s or justified by the murdered family member in question betraying the League. She had done nothing to betray the Shadows, and Ra’s would not waste time and energy, or the breath it would require, to order her death. Just as he would not waste the precious waters of the Pit to bring her back again. She would not die today, and she knew it.

Sure enough, it was only a few more insults in various languages before Damian Al-Ghul stepped back and scowled down at the blood on his blade. Her blood. “If you don’t even have the stomach for real combat, you do not belong here,” he spat.

“That is where we agree, Grandson,” Ra’s sharp voice echoed through the room, his beady eyes never once bothering to glance at his granddaughter. “Maria, you are hereby stripped of the name Al-Ghul. Banishment from the League is the only mercy you shall be granted for your dishonor on our blood. Be useful and use whatever is left of your mistake of a life to stay out of the League’s way. Shall I, Damian, or your mother ever see your face again, your burial will follow shortly after. Am I understood?”

“Yes Gr— yes, Ra’s Al-Ghul.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Maria Al-Ghul was seven years old when she was disowned and sent away from the League of Shadows without so much as a penny to her name. She was only allowed to take the change of clothes she carried, and one small backpack’s worth of items. Her mother— Talia— had watched vigilantly as she packed those items, assuring that Maria did not take anything of worth.

The girl traveled by foot, too small to get away with driving a vehicle. Unless she could manage to steal a motorbike— she knew how to adjust the seats and pedals on most models to accommodate her size. But she was far too far away from civilization for that.

She knew that most of the League expected her to die in the jungles that surrounded the temple. After all, there were ninjas scattered throughout it with strict orders to kill anyone who was not one of them. And Maria now fit that description.

But if there was one thing Maria knew better than anything else, it was how to hide. How to hide feelings, intentions, involuntary movements, or her whole body in almost any setting. She covered herself in mud, matted her hair with dirt and took off her shoes. Barefoot was always quieter, and her feet would be more sensitive to any change in terrain. She would have to move more slowly and be on the lookout for traps, ground litter that could harm her, or dangerous wildlife, but she would be much harder to track.

It took her a month, but she made it to her first Tibetan city alive and decently healthy. She begged for food for a day before snatching a child’s outfit off of some hanging laundry lines and stealing the first decent vehicle she found. It was an old moped, but it beat walking and was already built small. She made it work.

That was how she spent the majority of the next year. She traveled from town to town, stealing what she needed until she could earn money normally. She used that money to buy herself a fake identity, even if she had to use the skills she had hoped to never need again in order to afford it.

Marinette Shiwang was born when she was already eight years old.

It was only a year after her new identity was created when she bumped into a woman in a street market. That was nothing new, those places could get crowded. But when Marinette looked up and saw valuable bracelets and necklaces of gold and jade, she knew she needed at least one. The money she would get for it would have her living comfortably for a short while. So Marinette’s theft-experienced fingers darted out and unclasped one bracelet in a fluid movement. It took less than a second. She barely had the piece of jewelry in her hand before she started to take off, hoping to lose herself in the crowd.

But a small hand clamped around her shoulder, a sturdy thumb pressing against a very vulnerable spot right at the back of Marinette’s neck, at the base of her skull. A clear threat from somebody with experience.

The sweet voice that followed didn’t match the gesture at all.

“Oh, I need that back dear. It was a gift from my husband, you understand.”

Marinette did. She cared about survival more. The small girl twisted, knocking the hand away from her before it could do damage and darting down a side street. The woman followed. It took three hours, but Marinette decided she had finally lost her pursuer before slumping down in the tiny, closet-sized bedroom of her cheap apartment. Her eyes closed for only a second before the window opened, and the smell of newly-baked sesame buns filtered through.

It was the woman and a much taller, much more masculine man. He was practically a giant, reminding Marinette of a certain member of the League that she used to know. They were both smiling.

“My wife figured you would be more open to an exchange than just giving up the bracelet for free,” the man’s voice was deep and inviting. “You can eat as many buns as your stomach can handle, if you give it back.”

Marinette accepted. Mostly because of her fear for people who could track her to her home so easily, when she had been certain she had not been followed. The League has tuned her senses well, there was no way the couple had been close enough to see her when she made it to her apartment. Yet they were still there somehow. Then, it also had to do with the promise of food, and the heavenly smell of the food itself. And then, lastly, Marinette was tired. She didn’t like stealing, it was just a necessity. She would not hurt these people over a mere bracelet that she wished she didn’t have to take in the first place.

Useless, she thought. So much of a bleeding heart that she just gave up what could have paid for two months rent. Too soft to even protect herself. The Al-Ghuls has been right. She was a waste of space and time.

Marinette was ten years old when she became a Dupain-Cheng. Somehow, that strange, dangerous couple had become her new family. Not even she knew how. But she was grateful— they took her back to Paris with them and she didn’t have to worry about rent, or food, or money anymore.

She vowed, that day that she received her spacious attic bedroom, that she would repay them. She would make herself useful, for the first time in her life. She would stay out of their way, be the perfect most unobtrusive daughter ever. She would help in the bakery, keep a smile on her face so that they never doubted that they were doing a good job. So that they never wasted time worrying about her. She smiled, and laughed, and became successful for them. Competent and reliable even though her memories would sink into her dreams every day and make it near impossible to drag herself out of bed in the mornings.

And then, when Marinette Dupain-Cheng was thirteen, she was given a pair of magical earrings and a tiny fairy-god. And Tikki was thorough, at least. Diligent in her explanation. Marinette listened to every word, dread seeping in as she doubted her ability to carry out such an important task. Save a city? Defeat someone much more experienced and magically powerful than her?

Useless little Maria could never. Slightly less useless Marinette could never.

She was only ever meant to play a support role. Stay on the background and make everyone else shine, without ever succeeding in anything worth noting. That was who she was.

But then Tikki gave her the Warning. The catch that came with the Ladybug abilities, and Marinette felt the long-rusted determination in her begin to fire up again. Maybe she could be Ladybug. Maybe she could be useful, at least this once. At least for just this one scenario. She could fight and win the war against Hawkmoth, and that achievement alone could make her happy. Let her die knowing she did something worthwhile.

—*—*—*—*—*

Damian Wayne was seventeen when he and his family found out about the Paris Situation, and immediately went over to offer help. Damian Wayne was seventeen when he watched Ladybug stumble at the sight of him, and immediately run away. But the two of them were twins, and though twin telepathy might be a myth they always did have a certain instinct when it came to one another.

Damian Wayne was Seventeen when he said, aloud on the top of a random Parisian building and surrounded by his family—

“My sister is Ladybug.”

Damian didn’t wait for their reactions, having entirely forgotten about the existence of his father and brothers, before taking off after his spotted sibling.

—*—*—*—*—*

“I knew you were alive.”

In hindsight, those probably weren’t the best words for him to say when Maria clearly thought he was still an assassin.

Damian watched as Marinette spun to face him, her face so much more expressive than he remembered. He could actually see the resignation in the slump in her shoulders, he could feel the fear in her bluebell eyes. The eyes she was lucky enough to get from their father while he was cursed with their mother’s green irises. He used to envy that about her, especially after joining the BatClan. But now he only felt comfort when he looked into her eyes. Comfort that she was different than him, and always had been. In the best of ways.

He watched as his sister was enveloped by a bright flash of pink light, detransforming right in front of him. And without the mask, it was impossible to ignore the relation between them. She had their father’s eyes and nose where he had their mother’s, but other than that they were almost carbon copies of one another. Her blue-black hair was pulled back into twin braids though, something he noted distantly as oddly fitting. They suited her, he thought.

But all those thoughts instantly turned to dust as she dropped to her knees in front of him, head bowed in complete submission.

“Tom and Sabine are innocent,” she told him. “They adopted me out of nothing but goodwill, and they have been nothing but good to me. I never told them a single word about my origin, I swear it on our blood. They think I am just an orphan that was abandoned in Hong Kong—“

“Maria—“

“—so please, don’t harm them. I’m begging you. And there is no need for you to waste energy killing me. You are welcome to stay in Paris as long as no harm comes to Tom and Sabine, but just wait and watch. I know who Hawkmoth is, and our final plan is almost ready. I’ll have him taken down by next week. Just— wait until then, please. My death will take care of itself afterwards, but Paris deserves to be free, and killing me now will set this entire war against Hawkmoth back by at least a year. And I also need that time to pick my successor—“

“Maria! I am not here to kill you!” Damian had to yell to get her to stop babbling and begging. She froze, but didn’t dare to sit up or even raise her head. So Damian took the initiative and sat down on the ground with her, though he kept his distance so that he didn’t scare her too badly. He couldn’t blame her for her reaction, it had been ten years since they had seen one another and their parting hadn’t exactly been pleasant.

But he had changed a lot since then, matured a lot.

“I am completely disconnected from the League,” he admitted. Of the blurry memories he had of her, he did remember that being blunt was the best way to handle information with her. Beating around the bush had always done nothing but make her exceptionally nervous and jittery. Sure enough, his admission was enough to make her look up at him with disbelieving eyes. He risked a small grin. “I didn’t come in my old uniform, did I?” He gestured to himself in the bright Robin colors. Sure enough, Marinette’s rapid blinking proved his theory that she hadn’t even registered his clothing at all to be true. She had run as soon as she recognized his face.

But Marinette did not speak. She sat up a little, still eyeing him cautiously. But her silence helped him finally realize where they were— where she had led him.

The sounds of traffic and other big city noises were all muted, as if muffled by several layers of cloth. Shadows fell over them abundantly, and they were surrounded by dilapidated concrete walls.

She had brought him to an abandoned area far from any activity, where a body would take ages to find. She had then disarmed herself of her only weapon, her magic suit, and had gotten on the ground in total submission.

She had purposely given him the perfect setting to kill her, where there would be no witnesses and plenty of time before her body would be found for him to escape. That realization hit Damian square the chest, leaving him breathless for a moment.

“I am not here to kill anybody,” he reiterated, his voice noticeably much gentler than before. “Not you, not you adoptive parents, nobody. I left the league when I was eleven. Mother—“ he took a breath, but Maria deserved to know. “— she cloned me. Her clone killed me. He no longer exists, but that is of no consequence. She killed me, she and Grandfather disowned me when I made it clear I was not returning. Father— our father,” he was insistent as he leaned forward, not continuing until she met his gaze. “You remember who our father is, right? Bruce Wayne? Mother had dropped me off to be raised with him when I was ten, but of course it was all just one of her plots. It was her miscalculation though, because I ended up growing close to them. To Father and his adopted children. You would get along with Gra— with Dick, the best I think. Although T— Jason would also be a prime contender as your favorite brother, I think. He shares your love of motor bikes, if that hasn’t changed?” She just stared at him, clearly confused and experiencing a lot of feelings at once. He stayed silent for a moment to allow her to sort through them a little.

“I’m Robin now,” he made his voice quieter, but still easy for her to hear. “I’m a member of the Bats. I’m sure they would all welcome you, if you chose to meet them. Though be warned, they can be quite in—“

“Why are you doing this?” Marinette’s voice was barely above a whisper, Damian almost didn’t hear her. But he did, and fell silent. He watched as his sister licked her lips and tried to find the right words to say. “If what you say is true… you have a perfectly good family. Brothers, Father, a comfortable life. Why follow me then? Why offer me… any of that?”

Damian frowned. He didn’t remember Maria being so gloomy, but then again she had been raised to never show her emotions. Maybe, after years away from the temple like him, her true feelings were just easier for him to see now. Closer to the surface.

“I want to get to know you— to get to know my sister, again,” he told her. “Don’t tell them, but Father and the others have taught me to appreciate family. The way I treated you when we were children was not right, and though it was heavily influenced by Mother and Grandfather, I want to make up for it nonetheless. Maybe we can get to know the new us, together?”

Marinette’s eyes went wide with disbelief, but then she clenched her jaw and shook her head.

“We can’t.”

“... right, I understand if you do not forgive me. I didn’t even consider—“

“It isn’t that,” Marinette was quick to correct him. “When I said that my death will handle itself, I mean it, Damian. The Ladybug… the earrings that give me my powers, come with a price,” she absently ran her fingertips over the unassuming black studs in her ears. “If a Ladybug uses the miraculous for more than three years, the powers of Creation will demand to be balanced. Already, the Miraculous is powering itself on nothing but my life force now. Once I defeat Hawkmoth, there will be no need for Ladybug anymore. The moment I take the earrings off, they will cease keeping me alive.”

Damian’s face fell. No— no, that wasn’t right. He was finally able to find her, finally able to apologize and try to fix his past mistakes. This couldn’t be how the reunion went. This couldn’t—

“Not even the Lazarus Pits can bring me back from a Miraculous death,” Marinette went on. “So you and your family should go. You don’t need to be here when I—“ Marinette paused, gasping. “Damian, why are you crying?! Stop that!” Her voice became desperate, Marinette crawling over to him as quickly as she could and wiping away his tears as if they were something terrifying. Damian wasn’t sobbing or making any noise, it was just a silent stream of tears running down both cheeks as he stared at her wordlessly.

“I…” he finally managed to choke out. “I wanted to make up for everything. I wanted for us to be twins again, together.”

Marinette paused, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know a magic user who can erase your memories of me,” she offered. “But you don’t have to feel guilty for anything. You never said anything that wasn’t true.”

Damian’s green eyes widened. He had said nothing but cruel things to her, that last year they spent together as children. Did she really believe all of that? Did he and their childhood really affect her self worth this severely and irreversibly?

“Maria—“

“My name is Marinette, actually,” she corrected him with a small smile. “I’m not Maria Al-Ghul anymore. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is actually useful, Damian. I can actually do things right— I’m doing something right right now. Beating Hawkmoth will be the first worthwhile thing I’ve ever done, don’t you see? Once it’s all over, I will have brought honor back to our blood. I’ll have proved to you that I really am your twin, that I wasn’t a mistake. That I was born for a reason,” Marinette’s eyes got dreamy even as Damian just felt like he was impaled again, this time by a spike of ice rather than a sword. “And I’ll be able to die before I ruin it. It’s a perfect scenario.”

“A perfect scenario implies that nothing important is going to be lost,” Damian breathed. Marinette just blinked.

“Yeah, I know. That’s the plan. Defeat Hawkmoth, save Paris, and nobody dies.”

“But you’re going to die!” He growled. Marinette leaned back, bewildered by his violent reaction.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I actually matter. Nobody needs me. Tom and Sabine might be hurt for a while, but they will recover just fine. And it’s not like I have friends or any—“

“Stop worrying about other people, damnit!” Damian surged forward, grabbing her shoulders hard enough to bruise and shaking her a little. “Even back then! Even when we were seven, you threw down your blades because you were more worried about hurting me than you were about how Grandfather would react, even though you knew he would be tempted to kill you for what he thought was cowardice! You never put yourself first, and it’s finally starting to piss me off!”

“Damian—“

“No, listen to me!” He shook her again, his tear stained cheeks only making his glare all the more potent as he stared right into her eyes. “You are alive, and your life matters! You were never worthless or useless, you just didn’t fit what our abusive situation wanted of you. They wanted a cold hearted killer, a tool they could use, and you were always too warm hearted and clever to fit either of those goals. But I did, I was the killer they were looking for and the pawn they wanted. If anything, that makes you better than I ever was! I was too young and naive to see it back then, but I’m trying to make up for it now. You are my sister, whether you go by Maria or Marinette, Al-Ghul or Wayne or Dupain-Cheng, I don’t give a damn! And so help me, even if I have to surgically attach those earrings to your skin, I am not letting you die before you gain at least a modicum of respect for yourself. Do you understand me?”

A wet sniffle met his ears, and he pulled Marinette in for a hug. She returned it weakly, sniveling and sobbing into his cape.

“D-d-Damian?”

“Yes, Shaqiqa?”

Another sniffle.

“I-is it really o-okay for me to stay with you?”

“Of course.”

“I-is… is it really oka-ay for… for me to live?”

Damian’s arms tightened around her. “Always. Always, always.”

Marinette buried her face into his shoulder, taking a deep shuddering breath.

“Th-then… I wanna try.”

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Not sorry. Ha 😎

#mlb x dc #maribat #platonic daminette #bio!dad au #Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne #sibling Daminette #angst #heavy angst #hurt no comfort #or very little comfort anyway #ml x dc #platonic brucinette #twin AU

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