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Marinette paces across her room, glaring at her phone. Tikki had given up on her a while ago and was probably raiding the kitchen now. She types out a message, ‘would you be free on saturday?’ before backtracking and deleting it again. Why is this so hard? It’s just Jon. Too busy trying to figure out how to ask him out, she doesn’t notice when Dick pokes his head through the door and asks, “Something wrong?”
She jumps a bit in shock and he laughs. Glaring at him, she says, “No, not at all. Get out.”
Unsurprisingly, her brother doesn’t listen to her and walks right in, sitting down on her bed. She stuffs her phone into her pocket before he sees too much. But because her siblings are both extremely annoying and ridiculously skilled, he catches sight of something and puts it together almost immediately. Marinette groans internally as his eyes light up and he grins. “It’s about your crush on Jon then?”
Hoping her face isn’t as red as a tomato, she shoots back, “What crush? I don’t have a crush on Jon Kent.”
Dick (truly an appropriate name for him, she thinks) laughs again, “And Tim has a regular sleep schedule.”
She doesn’t give in, “Really? Good that he fixed that then.”
Undeterred, he continues, “Just ask him out. I’m fairly certain he’ll say yes.”
Marinette sighs and walks over to her brother, sitting down next to him. “It’s not like I’m not trying. I just don’t know what to say. It’s not like I can just ask him to a movie or to play video games or anything. We do all that all the time. How will he know it’s a date?”
“Tell him it’s a date.”
She scoffs, “Right. Because that’s not terrifying at all.”
He offers her a smile, “Even if he says no, what’s the worst that could happen.”
She replies immediately, “He doesn’t want to be friends anymore and everything becomes so awkward that I have to move to Antarctica.”
He gives her a look, “The most realistic worst case scenario.”
“I don’t know how to do those.”
He sighs, “Even if he says no, which by the way is extremely unlikely, you’re not going to stop being friends. You’ve been friends forever.”
“But-”
“Just think it over.” And he pushes himself off her bed and walks out her room. Marinette lets herself fall back. It’s fine, she tells herself, it’ll probably go away soon enough.
.oOo.
It does not go away but it doesn’t really affect her interactions with Jon either. Things are normal and normal is sitting in the living room and beating Jon at video games. She turns to look at him, ready to rub her victory in his face but she’s met with a look so full of affection that she falters. Somewhat vaguely, she considers the possibility of Dick being right in his belief that Jon would want to go out with her.
Jon frowns, eyebrows scrunching adorably in confusion and it strikes Marinette that she’s acting weird. But before she can say anything, the door opens and Damian walks in. “Kent, we have to leave now.”
Beside her Jon looks surprised, “Already?”
“Unexpected developments. Father wants us downstairs immediately.”
He frowns but gets up nonetheless, shooting her an apologetic smile. Marinette waves him off, “It’s fine, not like I don’t bail on you all the time.”
“You also apologise profusely every single time,” he points out.
She grins at him, “You can make your apologies next time.”
“I will,” he promises, getting up and leaving the room. Damian looks at her questioningly once Jon has left the room. “What?” she snaps.
“Get together and end this misery.”
She splutters, “Damian, if-”
“If he hears me, maybe he’ll finally believe me when I tell him you like him too.” And then he walks out of the room before Marinette can grab him and thoroughly interrogate him.
She’s in desperate need for better siblings. Except Cass, Cass is the best.
.oOo.
Marinette takes it back, Cass is the worst. Her older sister grins mischievously and repeats, “You want to know if Jon likes you?”
The part of Marinette that thought this was a good idea has shrivelled up and died. Yes, Cass will know for sure but also Cass is definitely going to tease her about this for the next while. Regardless she nods, “Please?”
“Do you think he likes you?”
She groans, “Maybe. I don’t know. Why do you want to know?”
The older girl’s grin widens, “It’s funny.”
Marinette glares, getting up to leave. She’s at the door when Cass calls out, “He does.”
She turns, “huh?”
“He does like you, it’s very obvious. Steph thinks he has heart eyes. I agree.”
Marinette’s heart is racing and she can’t stop smiling. “Thank you,” she breathes out before running out the room.
As soon as she’s back in her room, she pulls out her phone to text Jon. Tikki looks at her, confused. “I’ll explain in a minute.”
Her phone starts ringing instantly. Taking a deep breath, she picks up. “Hi.”
He skips the greeting, “You meant it when you said it was a date? Like an actual romantic date?”
She bites her lip, her siblings like messing with her but they wouldn’t lie about this. “Yes.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you,” is the breathless reply that comes and Marinette can hear the smile she knows so well. An identical one spreading across her face. “See you Saturday then? The usual time?”
Tikki gasps.
“Ok.”
“Ok,” she repeats, still smiling. The conversation turns from there, switching to their usual topics. Admittedly there’s so much more giggling than normal. Tikki squeals when the call ends. “Oh Marinette, I’m so proud of you.”
Marinette blinks, letting everything settle in before squealing, “Holy shit! I actually did that!!”
Tikki giggles and hugs her holder’s cheek.
.oOo.
It’s at family dinner, two days later that Jason asks, “Could you not have waited one more week, Pixie?”
She tilts her head in confusion, “For what?”
“Dating the tiny Superboy.”
She stares at him for a second, processing his words before screeching, “You bet on this??????”