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Marinette was once loved, one appreciated, once important, once innocent, once social, once confident. That was hard to believe after looking at her new form. The was scared, unhappy, believed to be an actual terrorist, and had only a few friends.
It all stared with Lila Rossi. She ruined Marinette’s life. It hurt, she was not going to deny that. Marinette was suffering. She had mental issues. Tiki took a toll on the last battle, all the Kwamis did. She was even more scared now. Tiki was her anchor, keeping her from losing herself. The Kwamis would no doubt be out for months at least. Now Chloe, Luka, Kagami, and Adrian knew her identity and she knew theirs.
One day her parents heard a lie that baffled them. They actually believed that the girl they raised was working with terrorists, drug dealers, bad people. They shipped her to Gotham. It was all they thought to do. They believed it was the right thing to do. They gave the shaking, crying, and as they thought pretending girl an envelope and kicked her out. They let her go.
Marinette was sad, broken, hurt. Let’s just say she was lucky she killed Hawkmoth. Yeah, she did. It was an accident but she did. She also got stabbed and broke some bones, but she hid that. When she arrived she thought she was doing a good job not panicking but than she hurt gunshots and saw Harley Quinn and poison Ivy. She panicked. She backed into a wall. She could not see, could not breath. She slid down and scratched at her arms and palms, drawing some blood. She faintly heard someone approach her as she collapsed.
The bat family had got to the airport and Salina convinced the girls to leave, she saw a small girl on the floor. She approached as the he girl fainted, probably because lack of oxygen. She brought the girl to the family. Bruce recognized her and gestured to bring the girl. They landed on a rooftop. “Why did you want to bring her?” The woman in leather asked. “That’s the one, the one we are looking after. You saw her file, it is littered with crime.” The oldest of the vigilantes spoke. “What? No. I saw the girl and the file. She was scared not like someone in that file. I think something is very wrong. You should now that.” She replied, the girl still unconscious in her arms. “You’ve known her for all of half an hour, how could you know anything about her?” He argued back. “I’m hurt by you lack of trust. You should just go to bed because I’m not joining you!”.
With that the family went home. Salina changed and brought the girl back to the new room. Her belongings were there thanks to Alfred. She put the girl down and sat on the bed. After seeing her panic she thought it best she woke up with company rather than alone. Bruce went to bed. The kids decided to look at the file that were mentioned. They only briefly saw the girl but she was tiny. She did not look like this, but looks could be deceiving.