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Marinette wasn’t sure where she was or why she was out as Lady Noire. She glanced around quickly trying to get a grasp on everything. Unfamiliar skyline, smog heavy in the air. So not Paris. Her eyes locked on the other person on the rooftop with her.
" Qui êtes-vous? Qu'est-ce que vous m'avez fait? Qu'est-ce que vous voulez ?" she demanded, twirling the baton in her hand as she looked at the costumed man. He raised a brow, with a small smirk.
" Je ne vous ai jamais entendu parler français avant, Noire. Tu essaies de flirter avec moi dans d'autres langues maintenant ?"
" Je suis quoi?! I’m sorry, do I normally flirt with you in English? Where am I?”
“You don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did. I know this isn’t Paris and I’m assuming I’m in America?”
“Gotham. New Jersey.”
“New Jersey? That is next to New York? My geography is not the best.”
“It is. You don’t remember anything?” he asked, frowning.
She shook her head. “I remember some things. I do not remember why I am here or how long I’ve been here but I’m hoping you can fill in the gaps.”
She looked over at him, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t know what it is about you…. But I know I can trust you.”
“Excuse me, what?” He looked surprised as she said that.
“We clearly know each other. Fairly well I’d assume-”
The flash of green light stopped her mid sentence, leaving him blinking spots out of his eyes and her standing in regular clothes, the recently stolen book in hand. Startled blue eyes met his.
“ Merde . I take it you had no idea who I was?”
He simply nodded as she let out a breath, shaking her head and turning her attention to the book in her hands turning it over as she muttered something under her breath, a soft blue glow seemed to emanate from the book as she frowned, flipping through it, stopping abruptly and reading one section repeatedly before slamming it shut with a small huff.
“Well good news I figured out what happened.”
“Why do I feel like there’s bad news coming with it?”
“It’s going to be…. complicated to reverse. Do you have a kitchen I could use?”
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Nightwing sat, tamping down on the stressed feeling of having Lady Noire in his house, out of suit, cooking?
He watched her move through the kitchen as if it was her second home despite her never being there before. Humming under her breath as she swept a stray hair out of her face, throwing small smiles his way when she glanced over at him.
The two sat in a somewhat comfortable silence as she settled down for the most part at the island, occasionally flitting over to the sink for small moments in time.
"How well would you say we know each other?" she spoke up, looking at him.
He glanced over at the woman, currently demolishing his kitchen as she pulled bowls and jars out, dumping some perfectly good jelly out with barely a 'sorry' uttered before washing the jar.
"I know specific aspects. I've never seen this side of you in my life."
"So the airs I put on as Lady Noire you know well?"
"I think that may be the only thing about you I know."
She grinned, it was softer and less mischievous than the one he was accustomed to seeing from her. Instead of confident and tricky this one was satisfied and driven.
"Perfect. One more question. Have we ever kissed?"
“What?” he asked, ignoring the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Have we ever kissed before?” she repeated, glancing over at him. “I’m hoping we haven’t because otherwise that’s going to make everything a bit more harder to manage.”
“Why?”
“Spells are tricky because they call for odd things. This one calls for “the first kiss from one who knows the heart best.’ Odd words and my interpretation could be wrong but I have a feeling I’m right. I know I have the rest of the ingredients right and unfortunately the others I can think of who know me best are both in Paris and we've kissed. So that leaves you, mon oiseau . So have we kissed?”
“No. No we have not.”
“Would you like to?”
He raised an eyebrow at the question, having assumed she was
“I can’t force you to. You’ve done a lot to help me already.”
“I’m not used to you asking. You’re the type who usually takes what she wants.”
“I hope I never-”
“No! No no no no. Just very- flirtatious and seductive.”
She turned bright red as he said that, ducking her head. “Oh. OH!”
She turned away, muttered something about running to the bathroom before starting the finishing touches and disappears down the hall
She reemerged, back in Lady Noire attire, her eyes back to the unnatural green he associated with her flicked over towards him then back to the jars on his island.
“Are you okay to help me?”
He nodded, with a small grin. “I’d be happy to.”
She gave a small smile in return as she started mixing everything together, muttering under her breath before picking up the bowl giving a small salute and downing the contents in one shot, putting it down before waving him over.
He closed the distance between the two, as she waved him over a bit more frantically, eyes wide.
“Now?”
She nodded as he leaned down, gently catching her lips in a kiss. She deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, his eyes gently closing as they kissed before she broke the kiss with a soft laugh.
“Well now this is interesting, don’t you think, Songbird?” she asked, with a small grin.
“I take it that the spell worked?”
“Mmmhmmm. Like a dream. I have to be honest, I wasn’t expecting my night to go this way, but I’m not disappointed.”
“Do I get an explanation for what that all was?”
She started to pull away more, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer.
“Not so fast, Kitty.”
She let out a breath as she leaned into him to answer. “The grimoire I was stealing was in the hands of someone who knew more than they should. Got my claws in it and the last two years gone. I’m sure you realized I thought I was in Paris.”
“It was quite a surprise to hear you confront me in French. But you do sound very nice when speaking it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, mon petit oiseau , for our next encounter” she said softly, her breath tickling her ear before she gave it a soft nip, sliding out of his hold on her and to the window, slipping it open. She paused halfway through to look back at him, grinning at the blush she spotted on his cheeks.
“ Merci beaucoup, Birdy. For all the help.”
And with a wink she was gone, slipping into the darkness, leaving him blushing with the mess in the kitchen.