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Where Do I Belong Chapter 8

Damian stared down at the sleeping twins on the bed, painfully aware of Alya, Jon’s sister’s best friend, burning a hole into the side of his head.

“What?” Damian asked, looking away from the two to check his phone.

His father and Clark should be there soon, they had been packing up her room for her. (Clark had been using his super speed while Bruce handled hiring transportation to get everything shipped over.)

“So, Mari is fine now, the other guy-” Alya began, gesturing to bed.

“Jon.” Damian interrupted

“-Jon, is asleep, so we’re just gonna say he’s fine too. So how about this, we are all left in the dark in some way or other, you share what you know and we share what we know” She broached, pulling out a chair and taking a seat.

Damian thought it over, on one hand, it felt like a violation of Jon’s trust to tell them everything.

On the other hand, everyone really needed to be on the same page here.

Damian took a seat, coming to the decision to only share the cold hard facts of what he knew. Nothing about how anyone took the news or the how they felt about it.

“Do you want me to start?” Damian asked, sending one last glance to his friend and long lost sister.

They were both dead asleep, though they seemed to have migrated from their previous positions.

Well, Marinette had moved, Jon was still in the same stiff position he had fallen asleep in, lying on his back and holding on to her hand tightly. Careful not to cross any of the boundaries Alya had set up.

Marinette had no such reservations. She had tossed her arm over Jon, and her knee looked like it was digging into his side. Damian doubted he could feel it.

“Yeah, you seem to know more about what’s going on than us anyway.” Nino said, taking a seat next to Alya.

“Very well.” Damian replied, debating on where to start.

Alya must have seen his internal struggle, offering up a starting point.

“How about you start when it was decided to come get Mari? I feel like anything before that she should tell us herself, y’know, after she finds out.” She reasoned, shooting a glance to her friend.

Damian nodded, checking his phone as it dinged.

It was Father, they would be a little later than expected and were asking what everyone wanted for dinner.

“Excuse me, it’s my Father. He is bringing back dinner for everyone and wants to know what you all would like.” Damian explained, feeling a little guilt about delaying the explanation.

Alya and Nino shared a glance before shrugging.

“I don’t eat pork but other than that I think were good with anything, Mari too.” Nino said, nodding his head in her direction.

“That is fine, I don’t eat meat at all. It’s nothing they aren’t used to working around.” Damian said, sending his father their requests before putting his phone away.

“I apologize for the interruption. Now, the decision to come get Marinette was made about a week ago, when we received a call from her guardian. He told us that her adoptive parents had passed and that they believed it best for her to come live with her biological parents, if they would have her.” Damian explained, laying out the facts as he knew them.

He refused to mention how they had cried.

How Jon had shown up outside his window in the middle of the night in the middle of a panic attack.

How he had cried so hard he had thrown up in Damian’s bathroom.

How he had been unable to sleep well since the call had come in, how he hadn’t slept whatsoever in the past 48 hours as they prepared to come to Paris.

How he’d shaken the entire plane ride, terrified that she would want nothing to do with them for abandoning her.

Regardless of the fact that the Kents had not abandoned her, in any sense of the word.

“We offered to give her longer, to pack her belongings and say her goodbyes to everyone but we were assured she would be ready by the end of the week. As you can see, that was not the case.”

“We were led to believe that she was informed about everything that was happening, that she approved of the plan.” Damian shook his head, leaning back in his chair.

Nino looked understanding, if a little pained by his explanation.

Alya on the other hand, seemed furious.

She shot up from her seat, pacing back and forth and running a hand through her hair.

She was muttering under her breath, something that Damian wisely chose to tune out.

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Day 6: Flustered

Like a Baby Otter

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This was it. This was where she would die. She had faced countless monsters, demons straight out of her nightmares, the end of the world, her greatest nemesis, herself. How could this be the end? It couldn't be, it couldn't.

But it was. She could feel death calling to her. Agony crawled up her throat, heart twisted and cold. Betrayed by the person she called her brother in a parking lot behind a Taco Bell.

"Mari, I swear to kwami, if you do not get out of the car, I will break down the door myself and carry you in there over my shoulder."

She glared at the grey fuzzy fabric on the vintage car's roof. "This car is worth more than your salary tripled. I'd like to see you try, traitor."

He groaned, and she heard a loud slap. "C'mon, Mari. I'm supposed to be the dramatic one, not you."

"Yeah, well you should have thought about that before you dragged me to a Taco Bell to have a date with Jon." Marinette hissed, curling up against the dog plush toy she kept in the car as a pillow.

She refused to make a statement on who she got it from. ("I don't see why I need a reason to get a stuffed toy.") Nor did she go into detail as to why she made it a little flannel jacket ("They were leftovers!"), and she rebelled against the very idea of talking about it in English ("We are French, we speak French!").

While Adrien was her brother by all accounts except blood, he was also a romantic, and a massive dork. He saw Marinette, in all her flustered glory, pining over the sweet Metropolis boy with the clunky glasses and the cute dimples. The one who lent her his flannel jacket when she got cold on her first day at the University of Metropolis. Adrien saw the way her eyes lit up whenever the black-haired boy walked into the room, the way her cheeks flushed when she waved at him.

Adrien also saw the way the blue-eyed boy's gaze always roamed the room, landing on her without a fail. The way his dimples deepened, and his laughter became fuller as he stared into Adrien's little sister's crystal blue eyes.

He thought things would run their course. It was only a matter of days. One of them had to step up to the plate and ask the other out. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into a semester. They were no closer to getting together than they were at the start.

So, Adrien decided they could use a helping hand. Another week of subtle nudging went by, and all that came out of it was a pitiful "not-a-date" amusement park outing that set them back a further two steps because the two became even more awkward around each other, if that was even possible. This may have also led to the incorporation of Kujo, the flannel-wearing dog plushie, into the Dupain-Cheng sibling's daily car rides.

Adrien snapped. He had had it with the two idiots oblivious to the other's feelings. They were going to get together by the end of this week, whether it was by fate or by his own hand. It had nothing to do with the fifty dollars he bet with Damian about Jonette (Marinette and Jon's ship name, patent pending). Nothing. How dare you even insinuate he would bet on his little sister's love life. For shame.

He was about to yell out for Plagg to come out, hoping to scare Marinette, when the gods decided to favor him for once.

"Mars?" His sister jumped up, smashing her head against the backseat.

"Jon?" She bounded out the door, leaving Adrien gobsmacked. He had been trying to get her out of the car for the past ten minutes— "What are you doing here?"

Jon rubbed his neck and glanced at Adrien. "Adrien said you wanted to talk with me? I don't know why we're in a Taco Bell, of course. I mean, not that Taco Bells aren't good, but they're not where I expected we were gonna meet— not that I didn't want to meet you because I did want to meet up with you—"

Oh god. Someone, anyone, please take Adrien out of his misery. There were two of them.

Adrien did what he did best. He meddled in his little sister's love life, yet again.

"I'm starving," he groaned, slinging an arm over Marinette's shoulder and pulling her forward so she was closer to Jon. "I'm gonna head inside, order something for all of us, then come back out. Jon, do you want anything?"

"Uh, you choose, I trust you." Jon fidgeted with his glasses, noticing the increase in proximity with Marinette. Adrien gave a feral grin, patting his little sister on the shoulder. Oh, Jon better put trust in him after today.

"Great, have fun, you two!" Before any of them could protest, Adrien bolted out of there faster than they could say 'Superman'.

And then there were two.

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Where Do I Belong Chapter 7

Jon couldn’t sit still.

He had been pacing the hotel room since they got the place, constantly moving except for the few seconds he would take to check on his sister every time he passed the bed.

Which was only every now and then (excessively often).

He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation happening near him, too focused on all of the noise.

It was so loud in Paris.

There were car horns and heartbeats and so much talking.

Jon put his hands to his ears, feebly trying to block out the noise but it wasn’t working.

Why wouldn’t it work!?

He started rubbing his arms as he paced, trying to focus on the feeling of that rather than the noise surrounding him.

He was biting his lip, rubbing his eyes and temples. Constantly trying to focus on a sense that didn’t involve his ears.

“-on. Jon, look at me. Take a breath and look at me, you’re spiraling.” Damian said, grabbing hold of Jon’s wrists and forcing him to stop moving.

He wasn’t really forcing him, they both knew he couldn’t, but he was helping Jon focus.

Which was helping.

“Good, take another breath.”

He did.

Damian nodded, moving his hands to Jon’s shoulders and pushing him down, having him sit on the edge of the bed.

Oh, he was by the bed again.

Jon turned to check on his sister again when Damian stopped him, shoving a pillow into his chest and pushing his shoulders until he was laying down.

“No, Marinette is fine. Lay down, go through your breathing exercises. Focus on yourself.” Damian ordered, refusing to let him get up.

Jon looked at him confused, slowly forcing air into his lungs barely realizing how he had been hyperventilating.

“M-m-” He closed his eyes, trying to force the word out. “M- Marinette?” He asked, confused.

Damian nodded grabbing Jon’s arms and physically wrapping them around the pillow for him.

Jon clutched onto the pillow like a lifeline, trying to register and categorize all of the textures on it.

“Yes, Marinette. That is your sister’s name, her friends told me. Close your eyes, take a break. When you feel better you can join our conversation, our father’s are on their way.” Damian told him, sitting down on the bed beside him so he didn’t try to sit up.

Tears flooded Jon’s eyes, much to Damian’s apparent horror.

Normally, Jon would take a second to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault he was crying…

He was too upset to even think of explaining his tears.

He hadn’t known.

He had an entire sister and he hadn’t even known her name.

Jon sniffled, ducking his face face into the pillow as Damian weakly pat his back.

He was the worst brother ever.

A cold hand smacked his arm, a grunt following it as something shifted the bed behind him.

Jon looked, over blearily registering the small hand with chipped, pink nail polish on the fingers.

The hand was attached to an arm, attached to a body, which belonged to his sister.

His sister was behind him on the bed and hand flung her arm out in her sleep.

Jon started crying harder.

He hadn’t known her name and he forgot where she was!

Damian’s awkward back pats slightly increased in pressure, his best friend completely at a loss for what to do.

Jon rolled completely over, grabbing onto Marinette and pulling her to him.

He wrapped himself around her, dimly aware that it probably wasn’t the best idea to hug an unconscious girl but was too distraught to care.

She was his sister and he had never had one of those but he was already doing a really bad job at being a brother but hugs were good. He and Con hugged all the time and they were siblings so a hug was probably a good idea or at least it wasn’t a bad idea. Probably. Hopefully.

“-He okay?” Nino asked Damian, Jon barely caught it.

“I’m sure he will be?” Damian hesitantly replied.

The bed dipped again and Jon looked up to see the girl with red hair, Alya, climbing into bed behind Marinette.

“Listen, I get that your having a crisis right now, which is the only reason I haven’t dragged you out of this room by your throat, but you need to relax. Okay? Listen to your friend and take a break, focus on yourself, not Marinette.” She told him.

“I’ve got her, okay? My girl is just fine, so you can let go of her now okay? You can ask for a hug when she wakes up.” It was a gentle order but an order none the less.

Jon ripped himself away, reality hitting him like a freight train and leaving him feeling distinctly creepy.

“Sorry.” He told the room, whipping his nose with one hand.

Alya looked like she was about to respond when Marinette’s arm flung out, smacking Jon in the chest before falling down and grabbing hold of his hand in a death grip.

When she didn’t let go, Jon looked to Alya, not sure what he should do.

“Alright, she did that herself, so you can hold her hand. But that is it, okay? You may be her brother, but to us you are still a stranger.” She told him sternly, making sure her point gt across.

Jon nodded, feeling slightly better because, technically, she didn’t reject him.

So she might be okay with being his sister when she woke up.

Jon pursed his lips, squeezing his eyes shut and laying back down on the bed, painfully aware of how strange a sentence that was.

This was going horribly…

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WDIB Chapter 6

Jon was freaking out.

Plain and simple, freaking out.

He took a deep breath, this was fine. Well, it wasn’t, but it would be.

Break it down, pros and cons.

Pro: He met his sister!

Con: She didn’t know about anything.

Pro: They look very similar!

Con: She got possessed by an evil butterfly.

Pro: She was able to get unpossessed!

Con: She was CURRENTLY UNCONSIOUS.

The cons were winning.

“Damian?! Damian, she fainted! What do I do?” Jon shouted, looking between his sister and his best friend rapidly.

Dad always told him to look for a rock when he was freaking out.

Damian was a good rock.

He never freaked out.

Not visibly at least.

Damian made a move to walk over to them when he was intercepted, shoved out of the way by a girl with red hair and glasses.

Jon was fairly certain he had heard that her name was Alya. He should have paid better attention, but then again there was…

Everything that had just happened.

“Move!” She shouted, pulling his sister from his arms.

Alya (he was guess/hoping was her name) leaned her head down, pressing her ear against his sister’s chest.

She hummed, rubbing his sister’s arm soothingly as she pulled away, holding her hand out.

“Uh…” Jon said, looking around for what she might be asking for.

He didn’t have to worry about it though, the boy with the red hat (Nino? Maybe? He needed to ask but that felt… rude at this point.) took off his hat and handed it her.

She placed it on his sister’s head, using it to block the sun from her face.

She aggressively waved her hand again and, thankfully, Nino (Please let that be right.) seemed to know what she was saying.

He walked over, bending down a scooping her up.

Alya (Please let him be right…) turned to him, gesturing to the group as a whole.

“I think we need to talk.” She stated, standing up and waiting for him to stand.

“Ah, yeah. Yeah, sure. Okay!” Jon rambled, scrambling to his feet and standing next to Damian.

Nino stared at him, wide eyed.

“Oh… That’s… Familiar.” He said, shifting his grip on Jon’s sister and looking down at her.

Alya nodded, turning around and walking.

“Yep. Let’s go.” She said, walking with purpose.

Jon looked to Damian, nodding his head towards them before also following.

They walked silently, following after the two of them when Damian spoke up.

“Where did the others go? Your heroes, I presume?” He directed the question to Alya, she seemed like the one in charge at the moment.

She looked over her shoulder at them.

“They usually leave pretty quickly; they don’t tend to stick around.” She answered, stopping mid-step.

“Hey, Nino? Where should we go, yours or mine?” She asked turning to him.

Jon did a mental cheer; he had at least gotten one of their names right.

“May I propose a different option?” Damian had moved to stand next to them, Jon rushing to join him.

He could see his sister better from here, she looked tired…

“Why don’t I rent out a hotel room? It would provide a more neutral environment for all of us. As well as a more public space.” He offered, making his case to them.

Alya hummed, seeming to be thinking before turning to Nino.

“Well, that’s not a bad idea, Dude, but I’m not sure I can afford to blow some cash on a hotel room that we’re barely gonna use…” He said rolling his shoulders.

“I will be paying for it, I am the one who had the idea after all. Besides, we will need to rent anyway, we hadn’t been planning to stay in Paris longer than it took to pick her-” He gestured to Jon’s sleeping sister. “-up and gather her belongings.”

Alya rubbed her chin, looking down thoughtfully. “Fine, we need to talk in private anyway. I’m not sure how much privacy we would get at either of our homes. Lead the way."

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Where Do I Belong Chapter 10

Bruce was shocked by the young girl's reaction.

He had expected surprise, maybe awe, maybe even confusion.

He had not been expecting outrage.

“BRUCE WAYNE?” She repeated, taking a step closer to him.

Bruce nodded, holding his hands up to his sides as she marched towards him.

“And you-” She whirled around, pointing at Clark. “Are his best friend?!”

“I suppose-” Bruce shrugged.

“Yes!” Clark said with a smile, cutting Bruce off to answer.

The girl spun around, facing the boy Bruce had yet to actually meet.

“Is it genetic?!” She demanded, shaking the boy by his shoulders.

He shrugged, holding his hand out to Bruce as he was rocked back and forth.

“Nice to meet you, Dude- er, Mr. Wayne.” He said, shaking Bruce’s hand. “I’m Nino, Alya’s boyfriend and one of Marinette’s friends.”

“Just call me Bruce, are all of you okay? From what I understand, you were pretty close to the action today.” Bruce asked.

Nino waved him off, moving Alya over to the table to take a seat as he moved to fix a plate of the takeout Bruce had brought.

“We’re fine; Alya runs the Ladyblog so we’re pretty used to being close to the action.” He answered, carefully picking out items to put on his plate.

“The Ladyblog?” Bruce asked, fishing for more information.

“Yeah!” Nino said, picking up the plate with one hand and fumbling with his phone with the other.

He set the plate in front of Alya, pressing a kiss to her hair as she furiously typed something on her phone.

He walked back over to Bruce, passing him his phone before starting on a second plate.

Bruce took his phone, noticing that he had already opened The Ladyblog on it and sent him to the first post.

“The Ladyblog has everything you need to know about Hawkmoth, akumas, Scarlet Lady, Chat Noir, basically everything about the magic stuff happening in Paris. Alya has information on every attack since it first happened and everything anyone knows about the heroes and villains alike, all condensed in that blog.” Nino boasted, proud smile on his face as he promoted his girlfriend’s blog.

Bruce nodded in thanks, opening the website on his own phone so he could give the teen back his phone.

Bruce took a seat on the second bed, reading through the website so he knew what he was dealing with.

Nino wrapped the second plate with cling film he found in one of the drawers, putting a sticky note with Marinette’s name on it before he finally started on his own plate.

Damian joined him, giving Nino a nod as he started making Jon a plate.

That was one thing the boys could agree on, they would both take care of their own.

They worked side by side in silence, efficiently making their individual plates and doing their best to stay out of each other’s way.

Damian could see himself being friends with him.

Nino finished first, having gotten a head start on making plates.

He moved around Damian, giving him as wide a berth as he could in the confined space as he made his way over to Alya.

He took a seat next to his girlfriend, peering at her phone to see what had distracted her from eating.

“People were recording Mari, someone recognized me and others are making theories. I’m setting the record straight before we eat.”

Nino nodded, turning back to his own meal.

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Where do I belong Chapter 4

Marinette ran, as fast as she could.

Barreling past her friends and out the door, she hits the door frame with her shoulder and stumbles for a second but she doesn’t stop.

She can’t stop, she can’t risk it.

Marinette had never been akumatized, she was one of the few who hadn’t. With how she’d been feeling lately… There was no telling what would happen.

Marinette ran, buildings flying past her. She was wheezing, she couldn’t breathe, her vision was getting fuzzy around the edges.

She could hear the beat of a butterfly’s wings right behind her.

She couldn’t stop.

She refused to stop.

Blood was rushing in her ears, all she could hear was her own heart beat. It matched the beat of the butterfly’s wings.

Marinette fell, her hands scraping against the pavement, and tears springing to her eyes.

She doesn’t even get the time to process the pain before she hears him.

Hawkmoth.

His voice croons in her ears, echoing within the confines of her mind. She can’t understand what he’s saying.

Nothing is making any sense.

It seems feels like his words are slurring together. The words themselves don’t make any sense, but she can feel his intent

He wants to control her, he’s been waiting for it, for a long time.

He wants to use her to hurt people. Lots of people. Herself included.

She doesn’t want to.

It hurts. That’s all she’s certain of is that it hurts.

He doesn’t like that she doesn’t want to. He makes it hurt even more because of it.

It feels like claws are digging into her body, nails raking down her back, ripping out her hair.

There are needles under her skin, fire in her veins. Her own heart beat is painful to feel. With every beat comes a pulse of unbearable pain.

She wants it to stop, she wants to let go.

But she can’t. He’ll hurt everyone if she lets go.

She has to wait.

She’s strong, it’ll be okay.

Her tears feel like fire.

She might be screaming, she’s not sure.

She feels like she’s dying.

All of a sudden, it gets worse. It feels like her eyes are melting, her head is splitting apart and she can’t hold it together.

She’s sure she’s screaming now, she has to be, there’s no way she isn’t

With a final burst of pain, everything goes quiet.

It doesn’t hurt anymore, the pain is gone.

So is the noise.

His voice is gone, its quiet.

She feels weightless, its nice, like she’s floating.

She is floating, she notices as she looks down at the ground. She’s high above it, drifting in mid-air. It’s nice. Nothing can touch her up here.

Nothing can hurt her.

She pauses.

Hurt her? Why would she think that? Was she hurt? Was she hurt before she was floating?

She hums, well, it’s not like it matters now, she’s okay now. Nothing hurts so it doesn’t matter.

She can’t feel him anymore. She’s not sure who he is, but she knows she doesn’t like him.

She doesn’t know why she doesn’t like him either.

She doesn’t know much of anything. She feels like something important happened, but she’s not sure what.

She feels like she’s forgetting something, but she can’t remember what.

She can’t remember anything.

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Where Do I Belong Chapter 3

Marinette shouldered her bag, waiting for Alya and Nino to finish gathering their belongings. 

They had a plan, they would walk to each of their houses together, gather their supplies, and meet everyone else back at Chloe’s.

It was a good plan. With everything that had happened recently, being able to get something under control felt amazing for everyone, it felt even better that they were all putting their heads together to find Adrien.

It helped them do something other than just sitting around and waiting for news on the case.

What didn’t feel so good however, was how everyone else in the school had been giving the “Akuma Class” a wide berth.

They tried to be subtle, not outright running away when one of its members walked in the room but still leaving the first chance they got.

It hurt but Marinette understood.

Hawkmoth just loved to target her and her classmates, it was to be expected that everyone would be rather cautious.

What wasn’t expected, and was rather unsettling, was how quiet Hawkmoth had been.

The whole class had been on edge. Jumping whenever something fluttered near them, constantly looking around for any signs of evil butterflies.

The longer they went without an attack, the more anxious everyone got. 

They were stuck in an awful loop.

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts at two different hands jerking her back onto the sidewalk just as a motorcycle blew past.

“Thanks, Nino.” Marinette smiled at him, ignoring Alya’s betrayed gasp from behind her.

“Thanks ‘Nino’ ?! How about a ‘Thanks Alya !’. ‘Cause y’know, I kinda saved your life there girl!” Alya blurted, yanking on Marinette’s arm.

Marinette turned to Alya, a completely blank look on her face.

“Nino pulled me to safety, you tried to simultaneously launch me into the concrete and rip my arm off.”

Nino snorted beside her, nudging her to walk since the light had changed.

Alya sputtered, dramatically claiming betrayal and abandonment as they neared Marinette’s Grandpa Rolland’s place.

The group walked through the door still giggling, quietening down once they noticed the guests in the living room.

Two men and two boys around their age.

“Oh, hello! Sorry, I just need to grab a couple things then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Marinette turned to walk to the room she had been staying in, her friends following close behind when her Grandpa called out to her.

“Marinette. Come sit down, we need to talk.”

Marinette turned just in time to catch the glances that the men sent each other.

They seemed confused, and a little worried.

Marinette looked at her friends, shrugging at them before turning around and taking a seat in an armchair.

Nino and Alya followed her, Nino resting his elbows against the back of the chair and Alya sitting down beside Marinette’s legs, throwing her arms in her lap.

“I’m not sure you will want your friends here for this, Marinette. This will be very personal for you.” Rolland warned her.

Marinette looked at Alya, feeling Nino place his hand on her shoulder in silent support. She was starting to worry.

“They can stay.” Marinette stayed firm, if more life changing news was going to be dropped on her, she would need her friends.

Rolland nodded, seeming to accept her answer even if he didn’t approve.

“Do you remember how your father and I had refused to talk to each other for a few years? I believe you were told that it was because I didn’t approve of the way he was doing things.” Rolland never looked away from her eyes, it made her more nervous than it should.

“I remember.” Marinette was hesitant, leaning more and more into her friends’ support.

“What you were told is only half true. It wasn’t that I disapproved how Tom handled his business, I disapproved of him adopting you.” 

The air was punched out of her lungs. A roaring sound filled Marinette’s ears, it was like she was underwater.

All of a sudden Marinette was aware of everything, Nino’s hand moving from her shoulder to wrap around her chest in a one armed hug, Alya’s gasp, the straight panic that had made its place on the two strange men’s faces. The shock and concern on the boys’ faces.

How her Grandpa- how Rolland - was looking at her. It was pity, pure and unadulterated pity.

“What…?” Her voice sounded like a whisper to her own ears but for all she knew she could have been shouting.

“With Tom and Sabine’s… unfortunate passing, I have decided that it would be best if you were sent back home.”

Marinette tried to speak but Rolland plowed on, talking over her.

“I tracked down your real family, they expressed how overjoyed they would be to take you back and came to Paris to pick you up. I have taken the liberty of packing your belongings for you. You will be going home-”

“I AM HOME!” Marinette screamed, shooting out of her seat. Her chest was heaving, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, she was drowning.

“I am home! This is my home! Paris is my home! I don’t understand! What are you talking about?!” Marinette’s voice was ragged, sobs wracking her body as she demanded answers.

“Do not raise your voice at me child! I am doing what is right! Paris was never meant to be your home! You belong with your family!” Rolland’s voice echoed around the small building but it didn’t deter Marinette.

“I am with my family! You are my family! I belong here!” Marinette sobbed. It was too much, too much all at once.

“This is why I told them not to adopt you! Your REAL family has come for you and you can’t accept it! I told them that this was not how it was done! You do not separate family from one another!”

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?” 

“I AM DOING WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU! You belong with your family! You were never meant to be here! You WILL go with your family and you will be better for it! One day you will understand.” Rolland’s voice softened at the end, he was not moving on the matter. He had already decided she would go with her ‘real’ family and there was nothing she could do to dissuade him.

Marinette took a ragged breath, ready to begin her pleas anew when Alya’s shriek tore through the building.

“AKUMA!”

Marinette turned, spotting the butterfly heading straight towards her and did the only thing she could think to do.

She ran.

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Where Do I Belong Chapter 9

Alya cursed, pointing at Nino before spinning around and marching into the bathroom.

Nino immediately got the hint, turning to face the guy and explain their side.

“Okay, so Alya is going to calm down and then come back, I’ll be telling you what we know for now, is that cool, dude?” He asked, fanning himself with his hat.

Nino waited until he nodded before speaking, wanting to make sure he was good to keep going.

“I’m Nino by the way, Alya is my girlfriend and Marinette is one of our best friends. Adrien is another one of our friends but you’ll have to meet him later, he kinda went missing just recently.” Nino said, shaking hands with the guy.

“It seems a lot has happened recently, I am Damian, Jon is my best friend and, to our understanding your friend’s long-lost sibling.” Damian told him, properly introducing the two boys now that it was a little calmer.

Nino nodded, agreeing with Damian’s assessment as he slouched in his chair.

“You have no idea, dude. Anyway, Mari’s parents, Tom and Sabine, got in a really bad crash a couple weeks ago. They were doing a catering order for the bakery when they were involved in a hit and run, they didn’t make it out unfortunately.” He started.

Nino told him everything, how Marinette had come to live with her grandfather, how Adrien and the woman who took care of him had disappeared without a trace, how there had been some school drama to solve.

How strong Marinette had tried to be throughout all of it.

Both boys compared their sides of what had happened and came to the mutual conclusion that Marinette’s Grandpa Rolland was a massive asshole.

Alya had still been in the bathroom by the time he had finished his side of the story, so they switched topics.

Nino told Damian all about Hawkmoth, what he did to people, when he started doing it, and what it was like living with his influence surrounding the city.

Damian shared his experiences with similar issues in Gotham, explaining what it was like in his city and how he could understand what it was like living with a villain like that to some extent.

Although it was comforting to know that Marinette would at least have someone nearby who could understand what it was like, Nino was a little nervous about possibly sending Marinette to such a dangerous city, which he told Damian.

“Don’t worry, Marinette will not be living in Gotham. Jon and his family live in Metropolis, though Metropolis is very close to Gotham, it is entirely different from my city.” Damian tried to reassure him.

“Okay, but isn’t Metropolis like, 20 minutes away? I know that isn’t far for Americans, how different could it be?” Nino asked, eyes shooting to the bed as Marinette rolled over, flinging her arm our and hitting her brother in the face.

He didn’t so much as flinch.

“The leading consensus is that Gotham is cursed.” Damian said, drawing Nino’s attention back to him.

Nino blinked a few times, trying to gauge whether he was serious or not.

“Gotham is-?”

“Cursed? Yes.”

“The whole-?”

“Yes, the entire city as a whole.”

“Why do you still live there?!” Nino asked incredulously.

“We are too stubborn to move. It’s a cursed city but it is our cursed city.” Damian offered as an explanation.

Nino went to open his mouth but shut it, remembering how often he had had this same argument with his cousins about Paris.

“Y’know what? That’s fair.” He settled on, nodding to Alya as she finally walked out the bathroom. Her hair and the collar of her shirt was wet, like she had been splashing water on her face to calm down.

Alya took a seat just as someone knocked on the door.

“Oh, is that your dad?” Nino asked, looking to Damian.

Damian nodded in affirmation, standing up to answer the door.

Two men walked inside, carrying bags of take out with them.

“Damian?” One of the men asked, setting the bags on the table and turning to face him.

“They’re asleep at the moment, Jon fell asleep after we got here and Marinette fainted, from what I understand however, she should be completely fine after some rest.” He told them, gesturing to the bed.

“Oh, well that’s a relief. At least they are getting some sleep.” One of them men said, setting down the bags he had been carrying.

The same man stepped forward, holding out his hand first to Nino, then to Alya.

“Hello, sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances, I’m Clark.” He said smiling at the two.

“Alya, this is my boyfriend Nino. We’re Marinette’s friends.” Alya explained, taking the initiative now that she had calmed down some.

Clark nodded, his smile faltering for a second as he cast a glance towards the bed.

“So… Her name is Marinette?” He asked, no longer looking at the two teens before him.

“Yeah, it is. Are you her bio-dad?” Nino asked, casting a glance to the two passed out together on the bed.

The man nodded, pursing his lips before walking over to the chest at the end of the bed.

He opened it, pulling out a blanket and setting it on top of the bed.

He moved up to the two, peeling Jon out of his hoodie and taking off his shoes before moving onto Marinette.

He hesitated at first, almost deciding against it before he carefully did the same for her. Gently taking off her coat and shoes, setting them alongside Jon’s and laying the spare blanket over the both of them.

Marinette groaned, causing him to freeze, worried that he had woken her up. She shifted a little, kicking one leg out of the blanket before settling again, causing Clark to heave a sigh of relief.

Alya had been watching the entire time, sure they may seem like good people, but she knew that looks could be deceiving. Alya didn’t look away until he had moved away from her friend, making sure to keep her friend safe from any danger that these strangers could bring.

Speaking of which…

“Well, we know Jon and Damian’s names and who they are, sorta,” She started, turning to face the other man in the room. “-And Clark just introduced himself, but who are you?”

The man looked up from where he had been setting out the food, walking over and holding his hand out for a handshake.

“I apologize, my name is Bruce Wayne, I am Damian’s father and Clark’s friend.” He said, shaking her hand.

Alya’s mouth fell open, just now recognizing him for who he was.

“Bruce Wayne?!”

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WDIB Chapter 5

She floats there. Not sure what is happening and not particularly caring either.

She slowly notices the shouts happening around her.

There are people below her, she didn’t realize how high up she actually was until she saw them.

She moves the floating fabric scraps out of her way, mildly surprised that she could control them.

She hadn’t even needed to think about it. They just moved.

She shakes her head, trying to refocus on the shouts.

They are shouting a name.

Marinette.

She doesn’t know who that is.

Marinette floats closer to the ground, nearing a group of people.

“Who are you looking for? I might be able to help.” She softly called out.

A girl was crying, she had glasses and red hair. A boy was holding her, he had glasses too, and a red hat. Maybe they were trying to match?

She floated down, kneeling before the girl but not quiet touching the ground. She didn’t want to touch it. If she did something bad would happen, she just didn’t know what.

“It’s okay, we can find them. Who is Marinette? I can help find them, or do you want to stop feeling sad? I can help with that too. You can float with me.” She offered her hand, a scrap of fabric floating next to it, prepared to bind their hands together if she accepted.

“Mari-.” The girl cut off with a sob, reaching out to touch her face.

She was confused. The girl was looking for someone called ‘Mari’, not her.

And she was supposed to take her hand if she wanted to float, not touch her face.

She reached up, gently pulling her hand away from her face.

“Do you want to float? If you do, you need to take my hand, okay? It’ll stop soon. I promise.” She crooned gently.

The girl grasped her hand tightly, pulling her hand to her chest. She took this as a sign she wanted to float.

“Marinette! It’s me! Alya-!” She cut the girl off, the fabric wrapping around their hands and binding them together.

The fabric started to glow before it disappeared, a mark on the backs of their hands. It shimmers slightly as the girl, Alya she said her name was, starts to float.

Her tears come to a stop, she isn’t sad anymore. She is perfectly serene, nothing disturbing her peace. Like still water, without even the slightest ripple.

She could let go now, both girls knew it. They could let go of each other and still float, but neither of them did. Opting to continue holding hands, floating together.

She smiles at Alya, leaning onto her back to float with her.

“Do you feel better, Alya?” She asks, trying to make sure it worked right.

The voice in her head was quiet now, he fell asleep. He couldn’t tell her if it worked how it was supposed to.

Alya nods.

“Yeah, I feel better. It felt like I was drowning, but now I’m floating. I like it.” Alya giggled and she joined her.

That was how she felt too.

She had been drowning, she was trapped under the pressure of the ocean, it felt like.

She felt better now though, she wasn’t under pressure anymore, she was floating. High above any and all problems.

“Mar!”

She looked down at the shout, confused by it.

It was the boy that had shouted.

Well, there were several boys actually.

One was the one with a red hat and glasses, the other had blue eyes and glasses, and the last one had green eyes, he didn’t have glasses.

She looked to the side, another boy was running to them, he was dressed like a cat. There was a woman with him, she was wearing blues and had feathers everywhere, a girl was running beside her. She had polka dots.

She turned back to the boy with a red hat.

“Who is ‘Mar’, she said her name is Alya.” She pointed at the girl floating with her.

The boy looked sad.

“I’m talking about you. You are Marinette, we call you Mari and Mar. We are your friends!” He reached out to her, tugging her into a hug.

She accepted the hug.

“I’m sorry, I can tell you are sad but I am not Marinette. I can help you though, I can make you float too. Just like me and Alya.” She whispered against his shoulder, reaching for his hand.

The fabric had just started to bind their hands when the cat boy and other colorful people got there. The cat boy grabbed her, ripping her away from the boy with the red hat.

She turned to him, quickly binding his arms and legs together with her fabric scraps, making him float high above them.

She floated up with him, away from the boy with the red hat to look at the cat boy’s face.

She wasn’t angry, she couldn’t be. It was a bad emotion, one that hurt people. She couldn’t feel it.

He looked sad. She reached for his hand on instinct.

“You’re sad too. Why are you sad? Why is everyone so sad?” She gently stroked his face. “Do you want to float? It will make everything better, just ask Alya.” She turned to look at the floating girl, she had gone down to the boy with the red hat.

She was hugging him as he cried, telling him how much better he would feel floating.

She looked back to the cat boy, Alya was busy, she would have to convince him on her own.

“I am sad, I don’t like seeing you like this, Marinette.” The cat boy told her, trying to wiggle free of his bindings. She loosened them slightly, not enough for him to get away, but enough that they weren’t squeezing him too tightly.

“I don’t know who Marinette is.” She was confused, why did everyone keep telling her she was Marinette?

The cat boy smiled softly at her. “Marinette is your name.”

She shook her head.

“No, it isn’t.” She denied.

He tilted his head.

“What is it then? What name did he give you?” He questioned her gently.

She tried to think of one but came up empty.

“I don’t have one. He fell asleep before he gave me one.” She was confused, was the voice in her head supposed to give her one?

Was the voice a man?

Was the voice the person she could feel, several blocks away, underground.

She should find him, get some answers.

The cat boy nodded.

“He fell asleep? How? Why did he fall asleep? Do you know where he is?” He was looking at her like this was the most important question in the world.

She nodded, hesitantly.

“I know where he is. I’m not sure why he fell asleep, I think he was too tired to stay awake.” She was curious, why did it matter?

“Did he tell you to do anything?” The cat boy was looking at her cautiously now.

She shook her head, “No, I think he wanted me to do something, but he fell asleep before he could tell me.”

A hand touched her shoulder, making her jump. She hadn’t noticed that they had drifted down near the ground.

She turned and saw the purple woman, the girl in polka dots was talking to the other two boys, the one with blue eyes and glasses and the one with green eyes.

She paused, looking at the boy with blue eyes and glasses. She had seen those eyes somewhere before, but they weren’t on him.

They were a girl’s eyes.

She shook off the thought, looking at the purple, feathered woman.

“Can you take us to him?” She seemed desperate.

“No,” She shook her head. “I can’t take you, I want to stay here.” The woman started to look sad, but not sad enough to float.

Maybe she could help some other way.

She looked at her fabric, the long strips floating about her. She imagined tying them together, into one long strip.

The strip in her mind had two ends, on connected to her, the other connected to the man she could feel. The man she assumed was the voice.

She opened her eyes, seeing a long, singular strip of fabric stretched out far, going past where she could see.

She patted the woman’s hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t want to go with you, but this should show you the way. I hope this helps you stop feeling sad.” She consoled her gently.

The cat boy was standing up now, the strips of fabric that had been holding him in place now showing the way to the man. He smiled at her, gratefully, sadly.

“I will be back soon, okay? When we come back, you will have a name again.” He promised before running off, following the direction of fabric.

The purple woman went with him, the girl in polka dots stayed with the rest of them.

She turned toward them, floating closer.

She didn’t have any more fabric, so she couldn’t make them float. She helped the purple woman though, maybe she could help the two boys without her fabric.

The girl in polka dots watched her suspiciously as she got closer, the boy with blue eyes and glasses was crying, the boy with green eyes was just watching her. He seemed more uncomfortable than sad.

She focused on the crying boy, floating past the other two to go to him.

“Why are you sad?” She questioned gently.

He couldn’t answer her, he just started crying harder.

She wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any more fabric, I can’t make you float right now.” She rubbed her hand up and down his back, trying to comfort him.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, squeezing her to him.

She looked around them, looking for something she might be able to use to make him float. She didn’t like seeing him sad.

Instead of anything useful, she saw cameras.

People were standing all around them, recording what was happening.

She thought it was rude, to record someone crying.

She picked him up, laying on her back with him on top of her, so her could float with her.

He was bigger than her, which made it a little awkward, but he was light. Surprisingly light, she should get him something to eat.

She started floating up with him but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

“Where are you taking him?” The boy with green eyes demanded, he looked worried. She guessed they were friends.

She was about to answer when she felt a tug on her fabric.

It seems the colorful people had found the man.

She felt him move, it seems he was also waking up…

She pulls her fabric back to herself, adjusting her grip on the boy with glasses, she looked over at his friend, thinking about what to do with him.

She looked over to Alya and the boy with a red hat, then towards the crowd that had surrounded them.

The people were still recording.

Her fabric had returned to her, circling around her lazily.

She reached out, wrapping Alya and the boy with a red hat in it, pulling them closer to her.

Alya came willingly, the boy not so much. He reached out, trying to grab onto anything he could reach.

She wrapped her fabric around his hands, not wanting him to hurt himself.

Once they were by her side, she turned her attention back to the other two boys.

She reached out, gently encircling the green-eyed boy in her fabric, adjusting her hold on the other boy in the same move.

She started to lift them, all of them, up with her. Her fabric helping them float until she could make them float properly.

She wanted to get them out of view from the cameras.

Her fabric wrapped around them, circling around them until it became a solid sphere.

She released the boys, letting them rest against the fabric sphere, it could support their weight just fine. Alya was fine, she could float by herself.

It was dark, she couldn’t properly see the boys.

She closed her eyes, focusing like she did when she helped the colorful people.

The fabric started to glow, gently illuminating the sphere, making everyone visible.

She sat down, offering her hand out to the boy with blue eyes.

“I can make it stop, you don’t have to stay sa-” She cut off with a wince, her hands going up to her head.

It was loud again, the voice was yelling at her.

She guessed that she was right, the man she saw before was the voice. He wasn’t happy with her. He was hurting her because of it.

Her hands started to shake, she curled up in a ball, trying to stop the pain by squeezing herself tightly.

She could hear Alya crying, she didn’t know what she was feeling.

They were sharing her pain, it made her feel bad.

She reached out to her, trying to block out the pain as she grabbed her, quickly undoing their binding.

Their hand glowed again, the fabric that had bound them together becoming visible again.

The new scrape of fabric joined the rest, forming to the sphere as she lowered them to the ground.

She couldn’t focus enough to keep them in the air but she couldn’t let them just fall, they couldn’t float, it would hurt them.

She felt it the moment the outside of the sphere hit the ground, she released the sphere quickly, letting the group fall to the ground as she wrapped her arms around herself.

There was nothing to distract her from the pain anymore, it was overwhelming.

She was crying, or at least, she thought she was.

She should be crying, she knew that at least.

She was shaking, clutching her head on the ground, trying to block the voice out.

He was screaming at her, demanding that she hurt the colorful people, that she force people to float with her, that she do as he commanded her.

He was angry.

She could tell that he didn’t even care, that he liked being angry. That he didn’t want to change, he didn’t want to float.

Her forehead was touching her knees, she was curled up in a ball, trying her best not to listen when he finally stopped talking.

It happened fast, like a cord had snapped.

She couldn’t feel him anymore.

He couldn’t hurt her anymore.

She was panting, slowly coming to herself when she rejistered the hands on her.

It scared her.

She scrambled away, whipping around to see who was touching her, to see who was trying to hurt her.

It was Alya.

She wasn’t floating anymore, tears were streaming down her face as she reached out for her.

She let her, leaning into her touch.

The boys were also there, the boy with the red hat had his hand on her shoulder. The green-eyed boy and the boy with glasses were next to him.

The boy with glasses was crying too, he looked like he wanted to touch her too, but the green-eyed boy was holding him back with a hand on his shoulder.

She was about to reach out to him, let him touch her like Alya, when the colorful people came back.

They ran over to her, the cat boy wasted no time getting close to her, wrapping her up in a hug.

“You’re okay, Princess. He can’t hurt you anymore, okay? We’ll fix this.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

She noticed his tail wrapping around her leg.

“Princess? Is that my name?” It was different, it wasn’t ‘Marinette’, she knew that wasn’t her name, but Princess sounded okay.

The pain was beginning to fade. She was back to where she started, the calm spreading though her rapidly.

She relaxed, starting to float once again, almost drifting out of the cat boy’s hold.

He gripped her tighter.

“I- Yes, yes, I call you Princess. Can you answer some questions for me, Princess?” He looked at her gently, tugging her back towards him.

She let him pull her.

“What is it?” Princess asked, she hummed, she liked the name.

The cat boy shifted, holding her out in front of him.

“Where is your akumatized item, Princess? Do you know what it is?” He questioned her gently.

She was confused, what is an ‘akumatized item’?

He confusion must have shown on her face because the purple woman spoke up.

“Do you remember the man, from earlier? He is the one who akumatized you, there is an item on you, something that links the both of you together. Do you know what it is?” She sat down beside her, gently taking her hand, as though she was comforting her.

Princess shook her head. She didn’t know what it could be.

The girl in spots spoke up.

“Did any of you see anything? Where the butterfly touched her?” She had her hands on her hips, she looked sassy, it made Princess giggle.

“The purple butterfly, I presume?” He waited for the girl in spots to nod before continuing. “I saw it touch her necklace before it disappeared, unfortunately, she is no longer wearing it.”

The girl in spots walked over to her, crouching down and grabbing the edges of her dress.

“Sorry, but I will need to rip this. We aren’t sure what your akumatized item is, in order to fix this we need to break that item. Do you understand?” The girl explained, poised to rip the dress.

She nodded, giving her permission.

The dress ripped, nothing.

It wasn’t in her dress.

They moved on, making a small tear in her shoes. Still nothing.

All that was left was her fabric, it was now many individual pieces.

They came to the conclusion that the necklace must be in one of the fabric scraps.

Everyone came closer, tearing her fabric scraps, looking for the item.

She sat sit, letting them tear them. She could just fix it later, it was making everyone feel better, which was what she wanted.

She wanted everyone to feel better, if letting them tear her fabric was what made them feel better, who was she to stop them?

They quickly worked their way through the scraps, there was nothing left.

No butterfly came out, they were confused.

She moved, shifting to inspect her fabrics trying to help.

The green-eyed boy stopped her, reaching out to her hair.

She let him.

He grabbed something, just under her hair.

It was a chain, thin and small. It held together the backs of her dress.

“I saw this when she moved, its the only thing left.” He showed the group.

The boy in glasses came closer, reaching out and snapping the chain.

He was much stronger than he looked, apparently.

A small, black and purple butterfly floated out of the chain.

The girl in spots quickly caught it, snapping it up in a glowing circle in releasing a white butterfly in its place.

She said something, Princess didn’t hear it. Ladybugs swarmed the area, wrapping around everyone, taking the fabric scraps with them.

Marinette put a hand to her head, it was pounding. The light was too bright.

She was swaying on her feet.

She stumbled, feeling strong hands grab her.

She didn’t recognize the person who had grabbed her.

She turned to thank him, but the movement proved to be too much.

Her legs went out from under her.

He caught her, wrapping his arms around her. He was shouting something, she couldn’t hear him.

There was a roaring in her ears, it was blocking out everything else.

He looked down at her, panic in his eyes.

That wasn’t what caught her attention, it was how they looked.

They were familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had seen them before.

She reached out, trying to touch his face, to pull him closer so she could see his eyes better.

Her hand didn’t make it, falling uselessly against his chest as her eyes fluttered closed.

Her entire body slumped, exhaustion taking her.

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WDIB Chapter 16

Marinette groaned, her head was pounding and she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately for her, it seemed that her body decided she had gotten enough rest and refused to let her go back to sleep.

Marinette shifted slightly, feeling her knee bump into something solid.

She opened her eyes carefully, catching sight of a boy, fast asleep, and very close to her.

Marinette was also half-draped over him.

Marinette scrambled back, scooting away from him only for her arm to jerk from where the boy was holding her hand.

The movement seemed to wake him as he opened his eyes, glaring at the light momentarily before focusing on her.

His eyes widened and he immediately let go of her, he scrambled back as well, holding his hands up in what she assumed was a surrender.

Unfortunately for him, he moved to far back.

His eyes went wide as his hand flailed out, trying to catch his balance before he went backwards over the edge of the bed.

Marinette reached out her hand, moving to catch him when someone beat her to it.

Another boy was behind the first one, holding him up.

He looked ruffled, his hair was a mess and he had a red mark on his cheek. He glared at the boy he was holding up, who gave him a nervous smile in return.

The boy with the mark on his face gave nothing away, shoving the first boy up roughly before walking away.

He took a seat in a chair, resting his head on his hand as he closed his eyes.

Marinette assumed that was where the mark came from.

The first boy shifted on the bed, rubbing his hands over his face before staring at her.

Marinette stared back, something about him bothering her.

He seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place why.

“Do I… Do I know you?” She asked.

She raised a hand to her throat, noticing how dry it felt.

The boy went to respond before coughing slightly.

He looked around them before his gaze settled on the boy from earlier.

“Damian!” He whisper-shouted.

Apparently, he wasn’t quiet enough as several “SHH!”es sounded out around the room.

Marinette looked around the room, spotting Alya’s sleeping form and Nino’s hat. She assumed he was somewhere nearby and tried to relax.

They would never let anything happen to her.

The boy flinched apologetically before turning back to the one he called Damian.

He didn’t call out to him again, instead opting to grab a pillow off the bed and launch it at him.

The supposedly sleeping Damian surprised Marinette by catching the pillow, sending a sleepy glare to the boy.

Said boy made a drinking motion with his hand, deciding against words just in case he got shushed again.

Damian huffed, throwing the pillow back with surprising accuracy before reaching beside him, into the hotel’s minifridge.

He grabbed two water bottles, throwing them both to the boy before he resumed his previous position, going back to sleep and ignoring the boy’s quiet “Thanks”.

The boy turned to Marinette, passing her one of the water bottles as he took a sip from his own.

“My name’s Jon.” He whispered, holding out his hand to shake.

Marinette accepted the handshake, blinking blearily as she sipped on her water.

The boy, Jon, moved to lean back against the headboard of the bed and Marinette joined him.

They sat in silence for a while, sipping on their individual waters.

Marinette took the opportunity to survey the room she was in.

She didn’t recognize it, but the decorations and layout gave her the sneaking impression that it was a hotel room.

She surveyed the people inside the room as well.

Alya was near the boy named Damian, sitting at the table with him, her face buried in her arms.

Just past her was Nino, mostly hidden behind Alya’s sleeping form. Which explained why she hadn’t seen him at first.

His hat was sitting on the table in front of him, looking like it had fallen directly off his head. Which honestly wouldn’t be all that surprising.

There were three more people in the room, but Marinette didn’t know who they were.

There were two large men, neither of which she knew the names of.

And there was another person curled up on the only cushioned armchair in the room. They were almost completely buried under a blanket, giving Marinette no hope of identifying him.

Marinette turned her attention back to the only other person awake in the room.

She stared at his face, not bothering to hide it. Even though he politely acted like he didn’t notice.

The longer she stared the more little things about him started to stand out as familiar.

Namely his eyes.

She swore she knew those eyes from somewhere but couldn’t quiet place where.

Marinette rubbed her face before clearing her throat.

“Can you tell me what’s going on? Where are we and why can’t I remember anything?” She asked, slouching back against the bed and wrapping her arms around her knees.

Jon grimaced, giving up his act of pretending she wasn’t staring a hole into the side of his face to look at her.

“Well, um… We are in a hotel room? And that’s my best friend-” He pointed to Damian. “-and they are our dads.” He said, pointing to the two men.

Marinette nodded, accepting the information.

“And who is that?” She asked, pointing to the person curled up in the armchair.

Jon stared at them, blinking quickly before turning back to her.

“I… Don’t know.” He admitted with a wince.

They stared at each other for a long moment, neither one sure where to go from there.

The boy named Damian sighed, startling them both when he got up and made his way over to the bed.

“May I?” He asked gesturing to the bed.

Jon nodded immediately, scooting over to make space but he didn’t budge until Marinette gave him a nod.

Damian climbed onto the bed, keeping a respectful distance as he settled in.

“Seeing as how you both are missing information; I will update you both. Where do you want me to begin?”

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WDIB Chapter 15

Bruce sighed, pulling up a chair but keeping his distance from the group of teenagers sitting at the table.

It was surprising how quickly Damian had integrated himself into their group, sliding right in like he’d always been there.

It had nothing on how shocking it was to see the boy he now knew as Adrien to be.

First of all, the boy looked awful. A ring of bruises around his neck, and a black eye were all he could see from his position.

Bruce suspected worse lay beneath the long sleeves of his shirt.

Second of all, he looked just like one of Bruce’s past flames. Emilie had been a lively young woman, and their time together, however short, had left a lasting impression on Bruce.

She wasn’t the type of person meant to stay in his life forever, which he had accepted long ago. But she had been the type of person you are meant to meet, at least once in your life.

It had been 17 years since he had last seen her.

The boy before him, who was a spitting image of her besides a few small details, was right around 16 years old.

Clark had clocked his anxiety and burning curiosity before Bruce had even realized it was there.

And now Clark was gone, off to test the DNA sample that Damian had talked the boy into doing.

Bruce wanted to get closer to the kids, to talk to them and help in any way he could.

But he could take a hint.

Anytime he got too close or moved too fast, Adrien would tense up or flinch.

It was subtle, barely there even.

But it was enough.

Enough for him to want to respect his boundaries and keep a respectful distance.

Enough to remind him of when he had first brought Jason home.

So, Bruce kept his distance.

The fierce protectiveness and ‘Try me, I dare you’ looks Alya and Nino sent him every time Adrien tensed up reassured him of his choice.

Damian ended up catching his eye, rolling his own before he stood up, sending a hushed whisper to the table before striding over to Bruce and corralling him into the hallway.

“Okay, here’s what I know.” Damian started, glancing around to make sure they were alone.

“Adrien just found out Gabriel was not his real father, he told him while he was choking him. Nathalie, Gabriel’s assistant and the woman who raised him after his mother’s disappearance stopped him. She fought back and got the both of them out of the building and sent them into hiding. Adrien is traumatized by the experience, but he is doing his best to compartmentalize; more accurately, he’s trying to act like it’s not as big of a deal as it is.”

Bruce flinched slightly at that.

“If you want an outside point of view on what Gabreil Agreste was like, and a general view of the entire situation, including Marinette’s, ask Alya. She’s big on privacy though, you’ll only get the basics. If you want an inside point of view on why Gabriel Agreste is objectively horrible and ways you can help make this situation better, talk to Nino.” Damian told him, laying out who would tell him what.

“Try not to press though, tensions are running high, and they aren’t exactly trusting of adults at the moment.” Damian warned him.

Bruce nodded, from what he had seen so far, it makes sense they wouldn’t exactly be open to adults interfering in their lives.

Damian nodded stiffly, turning back to walk into the room.

Bruce grabbed his arm, halting his movements quickly.

“And how are you doing?” Bruce asked, checking his son carefully for any signs of distress.

Damian opened his mouth, going to respond quickly before he stopped.

He paused, thinking carefully as he steadily leaned further into Bruce’s grasp.

Bruce pulled him into a hug, tucking him up close and rubbing his back softly.

“This is a strange situation.” Damian admitted.

Bruce nodded, smiling slightly as Damian wrapped his arms around Bruce, returning the hug.

“I know, how do you feel about it?” Bruce asked softly, carefully prodding just enough to get a response.

Damian hummed, leaning heavily into Bruce.

“I’m… not sure, yet.” He said carefully. “I think I’m slightly overwhelmed, with the situation as a whole.”

“I know, this entire day has been very stressful, for everyone involved. Can you pinpoint what’s causing you the most stress?”

“I’m worried about Jon. And Marinette as well. Jon has been very anxious to meet his sister, and now he found out she didn’t even know about him. Marinette has just had her entire world turned upside down, even worse than it was when she first lost her parents.”

“Not to mention the villain they were facing off against, and what we witnessed during that battle. Regarding Adrien-” Damian paused, carefully thinking his words over.

“I think he should come with us as well, regardless of the results of the test.” Damian admitted.

Bruce paused, his hand stuttering before he resumed rubbing Damian’s back.

“What do you mean by that, Damian?” He asked carefully.

Of course, Bruce wanted to bring the boy home as well, it was just surprising that Damian shared the same sentiment.

“He’s…Adrien is lonely, I believe. We were talking, when we went to get the test. It seemed like he hoped it was a match. He’s scared right now, but I think he wants a family. An actual family.” Damian said.

Bruce smiled, squeezing Damian slightly.

His siblings would be happy to know that Damian had referred to them a a ‘real’ family.

They would probably be happy to know he referred to them as family at all.

“And what do you want, Damian? Yes, there is a chance Adrien is my son, and of course I want the best for him. But you are my son too, I want what’s best for you as well.” Bruce told him, forcing Damian to meet his eyes.

Damian sighed, looking back down as his forehead thudded against Bruce’s chest.

“I… I like him. He seems nice enough, I feel like we could get along. Maybe not right away, but someday. I feel like he will fit right in.” He admitted.

Bruce smiled, squeezing his son slightly.

Bruce hoped he was right, that they were both right.

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WDIB Chapter 14

Damian walked down the halls of the hotel towards the elevator with Adrien trailing after him hesitantly.

“Uh, should you have said that to your dad?” He asked nervously, rushing to walk side by side with him.

Damian looked at him curiously, pressing the button to call for the elevator.

“It was the truth, why shouldn’t I have said it?”

“Aren’t you going to be in trouble when we get back?” Adrien asked, casting a nervous glance towards the room’s door.

Damian paused, his eyes catching sight on the bruises circling Adrien’s neck.

“No, I won’t be in trouble. And even if I were to get in trouble, he wouldn’t do anything bad.” Damian reassured him as the doors to the elevator opened.

Adrien followed him into the elevator, pressing his lips together.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked again once the doors closed.

“Yes, I am. Besides, even if there was a chance he was going to try to hurt me in any way. Clark would stop him. And if this scenario were to play out at home, where Clark wasn’t there, someone else in our family would stop him.” Damian explained, watching the numbers on the elevator go down.

“But that would never happen. I have said and done much worse and he’s never raised a hand to me like that. He has also taught all of us self-defense, we trained until we could beat him in a fight, and then we kept training because it was fun and useful.” Damian finished, glancing at Adrien from the corner of his eye.

Adrien swallowed, nodding his head.

“Okay,” he said, deciding to take Damian’s word for it. “You said ‘all of us’ right? Do you have siblings? Other than potentially me, of course.”

Damian pulled out his phone, opening his photos app and clicking on his family album.

He passed the phone to Adrien as the doors opened.

“Yes, there are a few of us. Though I, and potentially you, would be the only biological children. Everyone else is adopted.” Damian said, watching him flick through the photos.

Adrien walked alongside Damian as he flicked through the photos, it wasn’t until he reached the family photo, with everyone in one picture that he spoke.

“A ‘few’ of you huh?” He said with a laugh, a look of shock painted across his face.

Damian smirked, rounding the corner and spotting the store across the street.

“Just a few.” He said, heading for the crosswalk.

Adrien followed after him with a laugh, rushing across the street and holding the door open for Damian.

Damian walked through and immediately started searching for what he was after.

“Can you tell me everyone’s names?” Adrien asked hesitantly, staring at the photo with mixed emotions.

Damian glanced at him, for the first time wondering if he was actually right in his hunch.

If he was wrong, that look of absolute longing on Adrien’s face would hurt that much worse.

Damian paused, considering his thoughts.

It didn’t actually matter if Adrien was his biological brother or not. He could just be adopted.

Damian shrugged, continuing with his search now that he had a Plan B.

“The oldest is Dick, the second tallest, horribly dressed one.” He started, pulling a stifled snort from Adrien. “Then it’s Jason, the actual tallest with the white streak in his hair.”

“Tim is next, the one who looks like a sickly Victorian child. Steph, the blonde one, was his ex-girlfriend but now she’s dating Cass, the one with short black hair.”

“Duke is the one T-posing with Steph. Alfred is the older man in the suit. He’s technically the family butler but he’s more like everyone’s grandfather. Barbra is the one with the red hair and in a wheelchair, she’s technically not related or dating anyone in the family, at least she wasn’t last time I checked, but we’ve all known her so long she’s pretty much family.”

Damian grinned, finally finding the test he needed.

He grabbed two, just in case, before turning to face Adrien.

“I think that’s everyone but the animals and extended family and family friends.” Damian said, guiding them over to the counter.

Damian paid quickly, wanting to hurry up and get the test finished and over with as soon as possible.

“Okay, so…” Adrien started, turning the phone towards Damian as they started their trip back.

“This is Dick,” he said, looking up for confirmation before continuing. “This is Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, Barbara, and Alfred, right?”

Damian nodded along as Adrien accurately pointed out each of his family members.

“You got everyone right.” Damian told him.

“Awesome,” Adrien said happily. “Is there anything I should know about everyone?”

Damian hummed, thinking it over.

“Dick is an acrobat. Teaching everyone tricks is one of his love languages but he can also be very touch orientated. Just tell him no if you get uncomfortable, he’s very serious about respecting peoples boundaries.”

“Jason is protective. He’s seen a lot of bad in the world and had no one to save him from it, he tries to make sure no one else has to go through what he did. He’s also a massive literature nerd and a diehard romantic.”

“Tim can be annoying. He’s very nosy with an insatiable curiosity and can be pushy, but he’s been trying to be better about respecting boundaries. He’s into photography and he likes to skateboard.”

“Steph loves anything purple, she’s very playful and that sometimes leads to people underestimating her and not taking her seriously. She’s very clever and likes nothing more than to put assholes in their place, me included. One of her favorite hobbies is tormenting out father.”

“Cass has almost the opposite problem. A lot of people underestimate her because of her size, and she’s a selective mute. She’s a very kind person who is also rather playful, but because of how little she speaks and various other things you won’t understand until you meet her, a lot of people take her too seriously. They don’t expect her to goof off or get the joke so they don’t try to have fun with her and often cut her out of conversations.”

“Duke likes to pretend that he’s the normal one in the family. Truth is he’s just as chaotic as the rest of us, he just hides it, and himself, from the public a bit better. He loves puzzles and riddles, he also loves creative writing, mostly poetry but don’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t think anyone knows.”

“Barbara and Dick have been in an on and off relationship for as long as I’ve known them. Never try to hide anything from her because she will find out and will retaliate in ways you can’t prove. She’s incredible with computers so if you need any help, ask her. If she can’t help, Tim might be able to.”

“Alfred is the man who raised my father, and subsequently, he raised all of us as well. Never try to hide anything from him because he already knows and if you lie it will just make you look stupid. Honestly, he probably already knows about you.” Damian said, giving Adrien a glance as they walked into the hotel lobby.

“What do you mean by that? There’s no way he could know about me-”

“Just trust me. Alfred knows everything, we don’t know how or why, he just does.” Damian told him.

“You make him sound like some kind of all knowing cryptid.” Adrien laughed, passing Damian back his phone.

“I’m not entirely sure he’s human if I’m being honest with you.” Damian said with a shrug, calling for the elevator.

Though their walk there had been rather carefree, Damian could feel Adrien tense the closer they got to the hotel room.

Damian made sure to enter the room first, taking care that Adrien didn’t feel trapped in the room by blocking him from the door.

“We’re back!” He called out, setting the tests on the table.

“Oh, good. Did you get the tests?” Clark asked, coming over to stand next to Damian.

“Yes, I got two. Just in case.” Damian said, shooting a look to his father.

Bruce sighed heavily.

“We won’t need two.”

“Really? When we first got here, we didn’t think we’d need one. Better to be prepared, don’t you think?” Damian said snidely, raising an eyebrow at his father.

Bruce groaned, walking over and opening one of the boxes.

“I walked into that one.” He grumbled, tearing open the package and swabbing his cheek.

Damian smirked, taking the other tube and passing it to Adrien.

“Swab the insides of your cheek and put it back in the tube.” Damian instructed.

Adrien nodded, doing as instructed and handing the sealed tube back to Damian.

Damian took both tubes, putting them in the provided packaging.

“Can you take care of this, Clark?” Damian asked, sure that he would get the hint.

Clark nodded, giving Damian a smile.

“No problem!” He said, taking the package and walking out the door.

Damian just hoped none of the Parisians in the room noticed him walk towards the roof and not the elevators.

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WDIB Chapter 13

“I am not joking, no.” Damian said.

Adrien leaned back, running a hand through his hair.

“We look nothing alike!” Adrien said, throwing his arms out.

“No, I look more like my mother, as I assume you do.” Damian said, pulling out his phone to look for a local place they could get a paternity test done.

Adrien pressed his lips together, rubbing his face roughly.

“Are you sure we’re siblings?” He asked, slouching in his chair.

Damian shook his head, pushing his phone across the table to him.

“No, but with my, our family’s luck. It’s the most likely option.” Damian explained.

Adrien picked up the phone looking at the location Damian had pulled up.

“What is this?” He asked, looking incredibly stressed.

“They sell paternity tests, you send it off and they send you the results.” Damian explained. “If you want to find out, I can go get one for you right now.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it would take at least a few days before you heard anything back. A few weeks is probably more feasible.” Alya said, leaning forward and placing a comforting hand on Adrien’s shoulder.

“For most people yes, but do you really think my father wouldn’t have ways of getting results faster than average? With his reputation nonetheless.” Damian asked her, lifting his eyebrow.

Alya pursed her lips, nodding.

“Yeah, that checks out.” She said, turning her attention back to arguing with strangers on the internet. Apparently, Adrien had also been spotted.

Adrien wrapped his arms around himself, looking between Damian and the two men having a hushed conversation by the door.

“Which one is it?” he asked, turning back to Damian.

“The one without the glasses.” Damian said, pointing to Bruce. “His name is Bruce Wayne, the one next to him is Clark Kent, Marinette’s biological father.”

Adrien looked back and forth a few times, a strained expression on his face.

Damian waited, he knew he was being impatient, especially after everything that had happened, but he wanted to know as well.

“Are you sure we can get a test right now?” Adrien asked cautiously.

Damian checked the time on his phone. He had about 30 minutes to get there before they closed.

“If I hurry, yes.” He decided on.

Adrien nodded, springing up from his seat.

“Lets go then, I know that store.” He said, marching towards the door with purpose.

Damian followed after him, deciding against telling him to stay there.

He paused, a few steps from the table before turning to Nino.

“I apologize if its an imposition, but could you keep an eye on Jon for me?” Damian asked, hoping Jon would finally get the sleep he’d been missing out on but worried he would wake up anyway.

Nino nodded, tilting his head to Adrien.

“I’ll keep an eye on yours, you keep an eye on mine.” He said.

Damian nodded, both boys coming to a mutual understanding.

Damian hurried after Adrien, meeting him by the door and reaching for the handle when his father called out to him.

“Where are you boys going?” Bruce called, a worried expression on his face.

Damian opened the door, pinning his father with an unamused look.

“Seeing as how you can’t keep it in your pants, we’re getting a paternity test.” He said, swinging the door shut on his fathers shocked face.

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WDIB Chapter 12

Damain looked up from his phone briefly, spotting his father and Clark chatting quietly in the corner.

They looked worried, hushed whispers being shared between the two as Bruce sent slightly panicked looks towards Adrien.

Damian narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the looks when he caught his father’s eye.

Bruce paled, quickly glancing between Damian and Adrien before he turned his attention back to Clark.

Damian stood up, pocketing his phone and waving off Nino’s concerned look at his sudden movement.

Damian marched over to his father, forcing himself into the conversation between the two men.

“What’s going on?” He demanded, pinning his father in place with his stare.

“It’s probably nothing, Damian. Go back to the table.” Bruce said, trying and failing to appear nonchalant before his son’s curiosity.

Damian deadpanned, turning his attention to Clark.

“Tell me the truth, please.” He said, knowing his use of ‘please’ and ‘truth’ was almost guaranteed to get him exactly what he wanted from the man.

Clark always had a hard time lying, especially when asked directly for the truth. It was even worse since Damian had actually said please.

Clark froze, glancing frantically between Damian and his father as Damian locked onto him with a pleading stare.

Clark pressed his lips together, starting to sweat beneath Damian’s stare as he did his best to resist.

Clark heaved a sigh, his hand shooting up to run his fingers through his hair.

“Its just that Bruce thinks that kid looks a little… familiar.” Clark said, his resolve shattering into a million pieces at Damian’s feet.

Damian blinked, looking over to Adrien and back to his father.

Bruce was glaring at Clark, one hand pressed against his mouth and his shoulders tense.

Damian looked back and forth a few times, slowly piecing together what exactly Clark was getting at.

Damian turned to face his father head on, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment swirling in his eyes.

“You’re joking.” He finally said.

Bruce winced, holding his hands out placatingly.

“There’s a large chance he’s not-”

“With our family’s luck?” Damian asked, cutting him off.

Bruce pressed his lips together.

Damian sighed, spinning on his heel and walking back over to his spot at the table.

He sat down heavily, his head in his hands as he tried to mentally prep himself on possibly having another brother.

“You good, Dude?” Nino asked, catching Damian’s attention.

Damian looked over to him, running his hands through his hair with a groan as he leaned back against his chair.

He looked over to Adrien, cringing slightly at the bruises coating him.

They looked to be around the same age, which wouldn’t be awful.

Damian pursed his lips, staring intently at Adrien as he thought over how it would go possibly having him at the manor.

He wasn’t sure how his current siblings would react, though if they saw his current state Damian doubted they would be opposed to him moving in.

Plus, if he came to live with them then Marinette would have someone familiar nearby.

“Can I help you? With something?” Adrien asked confused, looking between him and Nino.

Nino shrugged his shoulders, also staring at Damian in confusion.

“Who’s your father?” Damian asked, completely forgetting to answer either of their questions.

Adrien tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at Damian’s questions.

“His dad’s Gabriel Agrest-” Nino started, only to be cut off by Adrien.

“Actually Nino, turns out he’s not. He kinda let it slip when he was-” He gestured vaguely to the handprint shaped bruises wrapped around his neck. “I am curious as to why you asked though.” He said, staring at Damian suspiciously.

Nino blinked, sharing a look with Alya, who had finally stopped fighting people on the internet to tune into the conversation.

“Wait what?” She asked, looking between the two green eyed boys.

Damian pursed his lips, looking over to his father, who was still arguing with Clark in the corner.

“There’s a… non-zero chance we may be brothers.” Damian said, turning his attention back to Adrien.

Adrien’s face went blank, looking between Damian and the two men having a hushed conversation in the corner.

“You’re joking.” Adrien said.

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Where Do I Belong?

This is the rewritten version of Believe Me, several things have changed and I hope y'all like it but this is a version I feel like I will have more fun with Also please be patient with me on updates, I just entered my Senior Year of high school (The last year before I get my diploma if you aren't from America) and am in the process of deciding where I want to go for college and trying to get scholarships applications out Not to mention that I am trying to keep my other hobbies going so I have some outlets for my energy (I would probably go crazy otherwise) and am trying to make more time to spend with my friends and family this year while avoiding the drama from last year. So yeah, I'm pretty busy but I refuse to give up on my creative writings cause this is a lot of fun for me Hope you enjoy~

The lunch bell had just rang when M. Damocles showed up, asking to speak with Marinette in his office.

Marinette and Alya shared a look, wondering what she had done. 

Alya shoots her a look, letting her know that she will grab the boys and be listening outside the door before M. Damocles guides her away.

Once she is in the room he shuts the door behind him, oblivious to the three different hands that give Marinette a thumbs up from the little glass window before ducking out of sight.

M. Damocles asks her to sit down across from her, the anticipation of what he needs to talk to her about nearly having her bolt out of the room.

“Let me start this off by saying I am incredibly sorry, Marinette. Earlier today both of your parents were hit in a head on collision. Neither of them survived the wreck. I am so sorry for your loss.”

The nervous smile is immediately wiped off of her face, a pit settling in her stomach, making her feel completely numb.

In her catatonic state Marinette misses when Alya, Nino, and Adrien burst into the office, all of them surrounding her and trying to help her calm down as her breathing picks up speed, a panic attack on the edge of happening.

Alya takes Nino’s hat and Adrien’s over shirt, wrapping her in both and having Nino carry her out of the room and into the nurses office while she and Adrien stay to talk with M. Damocles.

Adrien calls Nathalie, seeing if Marinette would be able to stay with them for a while while Alya takes over talking to M. Damocles, finding out all the information she can.

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