Marinette bit at the inside of her cheek as she walked him home. He’d argued a bit that he’d be fine, that she’d be more likely to be attacked when alone than him, but she wasn’t having it. Now, though, she wished she had just let him go, because the silence was killing her.
She wanted to ask about their near-kiss, she really did, but she couldn’t be the one to bring that up! What if she was wrong? Had it been an accident when he was trying to grab the coffee back? Was she only hoping it was flirting?
And he wasn’t mentioning it, either.
She couldn’t seem to think of much else, unfortunately, so the silence stretched on.
After what felt like years of walking they reached Wayne Manor.
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “If you go another three weeks without talking to me I’m telling Jason.”
Tim gasped quietly and instantly the tension between them shattered. “Traitor!”
“Just be glad I’m not telling Dick how much coffee you drink when you’re with me.”
“Only because he’d think you’re a bad influence,” he argued. “If anything I’m the one keeping that secret for you.”
She grinned. “Sure, sure.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “See you later, bean.”
She blinked once at the nickname, then smiled as a blush fought its way onto her face. “Later,” she mumbled.
She watched his retreating back walk up the hill and then turned around to walk home.
Her skin prickled.
She was being watched. She searched the crowds for a flash of light, some hint of the paparazzi. She didn’t know if she was comforted or put on edge when she couldn’t find any.
Marinette pulled her bag closer to herself. Should she call Tim back down? Ask him to send her a car? Was she just overreacting?
She looked around for a group heading in the direction she needed to go and started walking. She turned off early to make sure she was being followed and frowned as a man in a suit followed after her.
She was only more worried as she realized she’d seen the suit before.
The girl broke into a run.
There was a curse from behind her and they picked up speed. She heard a crackling noise from behind her and he yelled something in a language she didn’t understand. She hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was.
She darted down the alley, only to find another person in a suit rounding the corner.
Great. He’d called for backup. She hated when she was right.
Her eyes flickered over the alley for anything she could use. There was a dumpster, but it wasn’t high enough for her to get to the roof. The fire escape, then?
She’d barely gotten a few rungs up before a hand locked around her ankle and twisted.
A pained cry slipped from between her lips.
She let go and dropped into waiting arms.
A burlap sack was forced over her head.
She didn’t bother to struggle as they carried her through the streets. What was she going to do even if she managed to get out of their grip? Run? Her ankle wouldn’t like that.
It was somewhat annoying that she could hear people talking, could feel them looking at her, but they weren’t actually putting in any effort to help. She had to remind herself that they were civilians, that they probably wouldn’t be of much help even if they tried, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hurtful.
She was thrown into a chair with way more force than necessary and fought back the urge to throw a blind punch as a hand touched her wrist. They’d already shown they didn’t care if she was hurt. She didn’t want to test them. She allowed them to bind her wrists and ankles.
When the sack was finally pulled off of her she found herself in a new abandoned warehouse. How many did these people have?
Harley Quinn stepped into the light and Marinette bit the inside of her cheek anxiously. Had they figured her out? Was it just chance? She did have pretty rotten luck, this would be very like her.
“Hello, miss,” she mumbled.
The woman smiled and rested a hand on top of her head. “Hey, darlin’!”
“Is… is there a reason I’m here? Did I do something?”
“Guilty conscience?” She cooed, her blue eyes sparkling with interest.
Marinette swallowed thickly. “I guess. But, really, is there a reason or…?”
Harley raised her eyebrows slightly and then glanced around. It was here where Marinette realized it wasn’t just the two of them. Her eyes flicked to Poison Ivy and Scarecrow.
“You’ll be fine, we don’t want to hurt you,” said Poison Ivy, resting a hand on Marinette’s shoulder.
“Too late for that,” she muttered bitterly.
The Rogues all frowned and looked at each other.
“What?” Asked Scarecrow when Marinette didn’t offer any information.
Oh. Oh. They don’t know! Her eyes flicked to the two who had chased her and found them shuffling anxiously from foot to foot.
Well, if she was going to die, she might as well take some assholes down with her.
“Those two twisted my ankle when I ran from them. I think it’s sprained.”
The Rogues’ eyes flashed with anger and she felt a twinge of guilt as Scarecrow grabbed them both and dragged them away.
Poison Ivy leaned down and untied her ankles, only to wince. Wow. That must not be good. She walked away and came back with a cup of tea and some elastic bandaging.
“Here, this should help with the pain,” said Harley, untying one of her hands so she could actually drink.
Marinette smiled weakly. She really hadn’t expected things to go like this when being kidnapped, but she wasn’t complaining. She sipped at the drink and suppressed a cringe, but continued to drink. “I still don’t know why I’m here…”
“Well, we’re kinda short on money at the moment,” explained Harley.
She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from asking if it was because they kept renting out warehouses every time they saw her.
“I don’t have any money for you, I haven’t even paid off my apartment yet.”
Poison Ivy shook her head and started bandaging her ankle. “Not from you, from your friend. The Wayne… wait, your friend is as billionaire and you have an apartment?”
Her face reddened. “Hey! I could like apartments!”
“You said ‘could’, so you don’t,” Harley pointed out.
She huffed and drank her tea again. Which was more bitter: her expression or the drink? Who knows.
“Anyways, we’re holding you for ransom,” explained Poison Ivy. “We might do some makeup on you to make it look like we roughed you up a little if he takes too long, but we really had no intentions of hurting you.”
As if to prove her point, one of the men from earlier gave a guttural scream. Marinette’s eyes widened. She hadn’t heard a sound like that in ages, that kind of senseless pain and fear. What was he doing to them? She hadn’t thought much about what would happen but really they deserved –.
Poison Ivy paused the bandaging of her ankle.
“I’m fine, really, it’s just a little pain. It’ll be gone in a week. Don’t…” Marinette swallowed thickly. “Don’t hurt them. Please.”
The silence was deafening. Then Harley stood up and walked off, hopefully to tell Scarecrow to stop.
Marinette reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, handing it over to Poison Ivy.
She blinked. “Why?”
The real reason was because Tikki was in her purse and she didn’t need them finding out her identity, but instead she smiled and said: “Might as well just hand it over? Get this over with?”
She frowned a little bit but started scrolling through her contacts until she found the one labelled ‘Tim Wayne’. She clicked it and held it to her ear.
“Marinette? You’re calling? What happened?” He asked, his voice panicked.
Harley walked in with Scarecrow in tow. Marinette looked around for the two she’d been chased by, but they didn’t reappear. Her voice shook as she spoke: “I’m getting held for ransom.”
“Alright, how much?”
She blinked. Oh, right, Jason had mentioned that this sometimes happened to the Waynes and their friends. She didn’t know whether it comforted or concerned her to know this was common enough for him to not really be fazed by it.
She snapped out of it. “He wants to know how much money you want.”
“She’s cute, I say at least a hundred,” said Harley.
“No, that’ll take a while, I say fifty,” offered Poison Ivy.
“What about we meet in the middle and say seventy five?” Scarecrow offered, rolling his eyes.
No one argued this, so Marinette sighed. “Seventy-five thousand.”
Tim sighed softly. “Fine, where are you?”
She passed the address on and Poison Ivy hung up.
Marinette sighed as she sipped at her tea. “How long does this usually take?”
“Anywhere from an hour to two days.”
She groaned and rested her head back.
Marinette cringed as, the moment her tea was gone, they tied her hand back to her chair. She was hoping they’d forget and she could make a great escape in case it took too long.
She tipped her head back. “Fun. Wanna play cards?”
About five hours later, Tim walked in with a duffel bag over his shoulder. The four were drinking tea together over a game of poker (Marinette was glad they weren’t playing for money, because she was losing).
Everyone looked up as the door shut behind him.
“Oh, hey,” Marinette said with a tiny wave.
“Bean… did you… make friends with them? They kidnapped you!”
“I’m over it.” She cursed in French as she saw her hand. “What I’m not over is how you’re all cheating!”
“We’re not! You can’t prove it!” Said Poison Ivy, which wasn’t suspicious at all.
Marinette sighed when everyone revealed their hands. Great. She’d lost again.
The game done, Harley skipped over to Tim, holding her hand out for the money.
He didn’t smile. “Let me make sure she’s okay first.”
Scarecrow narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but with a glance from Harley he untied Marinette’s legs so she could get up.
She stretched out a bit then made to walk over to Tim –.
Ah. Her ankle. She’d forgotten about that.
She suppressed the instinct to tap twice (damn it, Red Hood–) and shifted her weight.
Tim’s eyes narrowed at the pause in her step.
“You’re hurt,” he said. His hands gripped the bag tighter.
“The two who did it were… appropriately punished,” promised Scarecrow.
This didn’t seem to make Tim feel any better.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Marinette said, smiling at him.
She limped over to him.
“Hand it over,” said Poison Ivy, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Tim nodded and dropped the bag at their feet. The three Rogues quickly darted forward to grab it and started sifting through the money.
Marinette watched her friend struggle for a minute before sighing.
“Can I pick you up?”
She blushed and nodded.
He picked her up bridal style and gave the Rogues a small nod before leaving.
“Why don’t you arrest them?” She mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder.
“It’s more complicated than that, unfortunately.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
She nodded. “I’ve dealt with worse,” she mumbled.
His face didn’t look any less grim, but he nodded.
“Sorry about the money. I’ll pay –.”
“Forget it. I had to ask my brothers for some cash to get there quickly but it’s fine.”
She blinked a few times as she processed his words. And then: “YOU HAD SEVENTY-FIVE THOUSAND ON HAND AND IVE BEEN USING YOU FOR COFFEE?!”
Brain: I have the perfect word to describe this situation
Me: but it’s in English right
Me: not some weird mix of English and Spanish you just made up
Me, after looking it up to be sure: BITCH –
“You set up the Timinette dynamic way too well”
i KNOW and it was an ACCIDENT
i literally have no idea when this became timinette or if it was timinette the whole time and i was blind
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