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Marinette shuddered as the rain hit her face.
Gotham's air was cold and bitter, likely from the pollution.
Rain poured and it was icy.
She found she didn't care.
After all, her boyfriend was missing and no one was telling her anything.
Nothing at all.
Not even his last known location.
So, Marinette was taking things into her own hands.
She wiped the sky's icy tears from her face and stepped forward, rapping her knuckles against the old door.
It opened and an elderly man looked at her, surprise on his face.
“Hello Miss Marinette, what brings you by at this hour? Master Bruce isn't home at the moment.”
Marinette gave the older man a solemn smile, “I'm aware of where he is Alfred. I need to know where he went. I need to know where Jason went.”
Alfred just nodded, unsurprised that she was aware of Bruce's night-time activities.
He guided her through the mansion she'd only ever been in with Jay by her side. The walls felt colder and the hallways seemed bigger without Jason's laid back attitude to warm the halls.
Soon enough the butler arrives at an old grandfather clock, which opens to a dark and dreary cave entrance.
Marinette goes down, no looking back.
She forces down the awe at the large space and instead focuses on the task at hand.
She's surprised she's made it this far.
Alfred shows her the trackers and dread fills her at the thought of Jason running off on his own to go find his mother.
Marinette almost laughed at the absurdity of it.
Jason has always been one to misbehave. Always wanting to test the limits of the rules and boundaries.
She had always admired his determination and his drive for doing the right thing.
It was why she never scolded him every time he came back to her with new bruises or new scrapes and cuts. He was standing up for justice and what he believed was right and she'd never fault him for that. Ever.
However when he suddenly disappeared with only a note on her bedside dresser she had a sinking feeling and dread building. So she'd come to the manor to ask Bruce where he went when he hadn't returned after a day and Bruce had just said he was on a school trip with that sickenly sweet smile on his face.
Marinette knew he was full of it but this was beyond frustrating.
So when Alfred went to what was some sort of a comms system to get an update, Marinette felt her blood drain from her face.
She felt her world freeze and cease to spin. Her world was gone, dead, and all because of some vile creature that wanted to clip the wings of a baby bird before it had the chance to fly and Marinette would not stand for it.
But she couldn't bear the weight of it.
He was gone. Gone and dead and gone.
She bolted and no one was going to stop her because everyone else was suffering too.
Marinette couldn't fathom life without his smile and his laugh and his light.
So she'd have to build a life elsewhere.
Jason was light in Gotham's night, and now he was gone. Marinette's light was dead.