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Marinette has been thoroughly enjoying her time with her new boyfriend. Damian Wayne was not exactly what she was expecting but to be honest very little of her life had been what she expected.
Being a hero wasn't what she expected.
Becoming the warden of the gods was not what she expected.
Becoming the de facto leader to an ancient organization of monks was not what she expected.
Defeating her villain only to learn the depths of his depravity was not what she expected.
Losing her friends, moving to Gotham, joining the justice league.
Hell she always wanted to be a designer but she never expected the amount of success she received.
She shouldn't be expecting ordinary anymore but a girl can hope.
Damian may be a bit different then who she expected but honestly he's not too far off. Kind and loving, sure a bit intense but he means well. Dedicated, determined and supporting. He loves his family even though they drive him crazy.
Speaking of which, today was a big day. She was meeting them for the first time today. She was...Nervous? Excited? Nervouscited? Is that a word? Doesn't matter, she's feeling it. He's painted her an…interesting portrait of the Wayne family. Eccentric to be sure but they all seem so close. She was nervous to be the outsider. Damian reassures her that they would love her. Tikki and Plagg tried in their own way as well but it didn't assuage her fears.
And so the night of she only spent 3 hours panicking about her dress.
“TIkki!! What am I going to do! Nothing looks good. And if nothing looks good I won't leave a good impression. If I don't leave a good impression they won't like me. They are going to disapprove and Damian is going to break up with me and I'm going to have to move back in with Su-Han in Tibet. My life is ruined!”
“None of that is going to happen Marinette. They are going to love you just like Damian does.” The Kwami of creation said as she helped her Guardian dress for the evening.
“Well yea what's not to love! You are just being hypoglycemic.” Lounging on the shelf nearby Plagg decided to put in his two cents.
“Hyperbolic.” Tikki leveling him a flat look.
“Yea that too. It will be fine. They will love you pigtails. You are very lovable.”
“Thanks guys. Really, I don't know what I would do without you.”
“Ok I'm going to rock this. They are going to love me and I'm going to love them. Everything Is going to be perfectly fine and me and Damian are going to love happily ever after.”
“You really do love him don't you?”
“I do TIkki. He…he just…fits. Ya know? He just fits.
“Helps that he's smokin hot.”
“PLAGG!” Said in unison.
Eventually she was able to decide on a black dress, pretty and flattering but not gaudy or inappropriate for the occasion. A red ribbon tying her hair into a bun before streaming down her to her neck. Matching red flats with ribbons wrapping around her ankles meant to emulate dancers shoes while being practical. Subtle makeup paired with matching red lipstick. A black clutch filled with a few Kwami and some other essentials.
Her last minute fiddling was interpreted by a knock at her door. Shooing the rest of the Kwami she greeted her boyfriend. Damian stood there clad in a perfectly fit dress shirt and black slacks. Gold chain visible from the top buttons being left open, taunting the onlooker to want for more. And boy was Marinette wanting.
“You look amazing.”
“As do you.”
They share a kiss neither of them particularly interested in breaking but they, unfortunately, were expected.
Leaving the apartment and making their way to the manor, Marinette tries to cover all the people she expected to be there.
"Ok. So. You have 4 brothers. Jason is the tall one but he's not the oldest. That’s Dick? The one who really likes hugs. I know Tim from meeting him at the coffee shop that once. And then Duke? He's the newest? But still not the youngest, that's you.”
“That is correct. It would meet my expectations for Todd to show up late but that's of little consequence. Drake will be much more awake than the last time you met him, we tranquilized him yesterday afternoon so he’s finally running on a reasonable amount of sleep.”
Raising an eyebrow “See I can’t tell when you are joking or not.” returning back to counting on her fingers “You have two? One and a half? Sisters? Cass and Steph?”
“Yes, Cain is legally my sister. Brown somehow managed to dodge being adopted but father hasn't given up yet. Gordon will be there as well. Like Brown she is not a sibling but she is family nonetheless. Kori and little Mari, Grayson's wife and daughter, will unfortunately not be present as they are on a trip to see family at the moment.”
“Right, right. Oh and Alfred your grand-pere right?”
“Mhmm. He may not be blood but as you can see from the rest of our patchwork he is family.”
“Finally your dad and step mom right? Bruce and Selena?”
“Correct. Father has assured me he would be there, he better be considering he was the one to ask to meet you. And Kyle as she put it "wouldn't miss this for the world.”
“Ok. Sure. Fine. Is that everyone? Did I miss anyone?” Her leg bouncing a hundred miles an hour.
Sensing her unease he pulls over to the side of the road
“Marinette. You are doing great. You ARE great. They are going to love you. If not for being the kind lovable amazing person you are, simply because I do.”
She takes a steadying breath. “Thank you mon amore. I'm just a little nervous. I'm sure it will be fine.”
“It will. And if for some reason they don't like you I will stab them.”
Holding back her laughter. “No! I thought we covered this already, no stabbing people on my behalf!”
Tch “I made no such agreement and besides if they can't see how amazing you are they deserve to be stabbed.”
“Can we just try and make it through tonight with no stabbing?”
“No promises.” A wry smile curves is mouth as they make it the rest of the way to the manor.
Arriving only a few minutes behind plan still made them more than on time.
Seeing the manor for the first time has Marinette in awe.
“Holy shit this is your house! No way, this place is humongous. I thought you were being all” gesturing up and down Damian “you, when you called it a manor”
Raising an eyebrow and shooting her a cheeky smile “How dare you. I was very astute in my description. Besides, shouldn't you be used to being surrounded by rich people? How is this a surprise at this point?”
“Well yea, but this is like, way more than anyone else I've met! The Agreste manor may be called that but it's like a modern really big house. Gami just lives in a really fancy apartment. Cho lives the hotel so that doesn't count and the Couffaine’s live in a freaking boat! This is like way more than that! This place is beautiful!”
Holding her hand. “We can take some time later to give you a tour, and maybe come back another day to do some sketching? I can tell you are dying to put this on paper.”
Her lips turn up in a smile “Ok but if I get lost and they don't find my body for a month I'm haunting you.”
“No doubt.” he rolled his eyes
He parked the car and exited to open her door.
“I let Alfred know to expect us so he is likely to have corralled everyone. Don't be too surprised however if we're accosted from the moment we walk in.”
Just as they are the front door opens to Alfred and a blond peaking around the side.
“Master Damian. I hope the journey was quick.”
“It was thank you. Alfred, this is Marinette, my girlfriend, Marinette Alfred.”
Marinette extended her hand to which he reciprocated.
“It's a pleasure to finally meet you Alfred, Damian speaks very highly about you.”
“I can say the same for you Ms. Marinette. I'm glad to finally get to meet you.”
Finally deciding she could speak up, the blond clad in a stylish purple hoodie and a black leggings steps closer. Hi! I'm Steph. I'm so glad to finally meet you! We've been absolutely DYING to meet the women who tamed the beast.”
Stifling a laugh. “Beast? Please Dami is more like a lost puppy than any beast I've seen.”
Tch “I resent that remark.”
“Resemble Mon amore, resemble is the word you are looking for. I thought it was your job to correct my English.” Shooting him a cheeky smile as she cocked her hands on her hips, leaning into his personal space
“Please like there is anything to correct. You are more than proficient in English and several other languages”.
Shifting the conversation Alfred cuts in “let's move this to the parlor while we wait for everyone.”
“Is anyone going to be late?” Damian asked with a quirked eyebrow
“Most people are here but Dick and Duke are out on an errand and Jason said he was running late and to start without him. He just might miss the appetizer.”
A hum of acknowledging “His loss.”
“Masters Bruce and Tim are picking up Ms Selena on their way from the office and are already on their way.”
They arrive at the parlor entrance just as Alfred finishes. opening the door to the space revealing Babs and Cass.
“Guys! This is Marinette, isn't she adorable!” Steph proclaimed as she bounded into the room. “Ok, ok this is Babs and Cass.” Linking arms with the other girls “You have now officially met all the cool Waynes.”
Damian rolls his eyes and Marinette giggles.
“I shall take my leave as there is still some prep left for the meal.” Alfred says as he turns to leave
“Oh, um, can I help with anything? Parents are bakers so I was kinda raised in a kitchen.”
“That's perfectly alright Ms Marinette. It's no trouble at all. Please, relax while we wait for everyone to arrive.”
“So baker girl like Steph said I'm Babs and this is Cass we've heard so much about you.” Smirking at Damian
“Smitten” said Cass as she hops over to hip check Damian
“I am no such thing.”
“Awww Dami you aren't smitten with me?” Marinette dons a full on pout, nervous digging of her toe, big doe eyes looking at him.
Entire face flush all the way up to his ears. “I supposed one could accurately describe me as....taken by you.”
First pumping the air in victory “yes! I'll take it.”
“Oh she's gonna fit in just fine.” Steph says as she puts an arm around her shoulder.
“So Damian said you moved here from France?”
“Oh Paris actually.” Marinette catches how all three girls glanced for only a second at Damian who seemed to stiffen at her side. Huh, wonder what that was about. “Moved here only 3 years ago now. Gotham is absolutely beautiful.”
“Ha! I don't think I've ever heard anyone describe Gotham as beautiful before.”
“Oh but it is! Sure it's been…rough sometimes. But it's fantastic. The architecture, the skyscrapers, the bridges. Sure it's different from Paris but it has its own beauty.”
“Damian never mentioned you were from Paris. We were all a little taken back when the news of Hawkmoth was released. That must have been terrifying.”
“It was...trying. Hawkmoth’s reign will not be something Persians will ever forget.”
“Were you ever akumatized? I mean you don't have to answer that.” Steph received an elbow to her ribs as soon as the question left her mouth
Looking down at her hands as they wring her dress. “No. I never had the luxury.”
Marinette misses how the other four share a look of concern and confusion.
The tense atmosphere broken by the parlor door opening to Dick and Duke arriving.
Marinette quickly popped from her seat on the couch to greet them. Enthusiastic to have an escape from mood hanging in the air.
“Hello! I'm Marinette, Damian's girlfriend. You two must be Dick and Duke right?”
“Oh my gosh you are absolutely adorable.” Dick ignored her raised hand and instead opted for a hug in which he picked her up and twirled her.
Damian rising from his seat. “I warned you he would hug you. You can release her now Grayson.”
Finally stopping and releasing her she sways a little, leaning on her love as she gets her bearings. “Saying he's probably going to hug you is not the same as saying he will make you feel like you went ten rounds on a tiltawhirl Dami.”
Duke approached with an outspread hand. “Don't worry he only gets like that when he's super excited. He's like a really big puppy.”
Matching the gesture. “Nice to meet you. And don't worry Dick.” Who has the wherewithal to be embarrassed. “I love hugs. Maybe just a little more of a warning next time?”
“Can do. My wife and daughter wanted to be here but unfortunately are out of town visiting family.”
“I'll have to make sure I stop by when they are back. Damian talks all the time about little Mari.” Looking at her love as if he hung the stars in the sky. “You should see the way his whole face lights up when he talks about her. I've seen him tear up a little when he's telling me stories of her calling him unkie dami.”
Trying to absolutely disappear into her shoulder to hide his face. “Habibti please.”
“Awww he has a pet name too.” Now it's her Marinette’s turn to be red.
“What's this about pets?” Bruce said as he entered the parlor with Selina and Tim.
Breaking from his embarrassment. Damian leads Marinette over to them. “Father, mother. This is Marinette, my girlfriend. Marinette this is my father Bruce and my step mother Selina.”
Tim clears his throat over from the side.
“And Tim.”
With a nervous giggle. “Hello Mr. Wayne, Ms. Kyle. It's nice to finally meet you. Damian has told me so much about you.”
“Please Marinette, call me Bruce. I've been looking forward to meeting for quite some time now.” He says while raising an eyebrow to his son. “I'm glad we finally get the chance to meet.”
“And please call me Selena. Ms. Kyle makes me sound old.”
“Heh can do. My mom says the same thing Ms. Cheng is what you would call an ooooooooh my gosh your dress.” Her hands shooting up to her mouth her eyes blown wide as she stares at the dress Selina was wearing.
“Oh? Do you like it? It's an MDC original. I was able to commission them a few months ago after being on their wait list for more than a year.” She puts the dress on display, lifting the skirt and twirling in place. The light in the room catching off of the silver threads that embroidered the dress making her shine.
‘Y-yea it really looks fantastic on you.” Marinette at this point using Damian as a crutch.
“See Habibi I told you your work was good enough for the best.”
Turning sharply and whacking him in the arm. “You jerk, you knew what I was working on was for your mom and you didn't say anything!? I feel so embarrassed. Oh my gosh I charged you for it and everything.”
Selena interrupts. “Um, i think we are a little out of the loop here kitten mind filling us in.”
“Uuuh yea. Um so Damian might have mentioned I moved here from Paris.” Again she caught that everyone gave him a look and for a brief moment he stiffened. Going to need to figure out what that means at some point. “I am actually here studying business. I wanted to get a better understanding of the industry.”
“Oh? Did you want to open your own company?” asked Tim
“Well not exactly. I actually have my own company. See I've always been a designer. Made my own clothes since I was 10. But after some rather cruel and false accusations in school I ended up rebranding.”
“Anyone we have heard of.” Asked Bruce
“Funny you say that... So I'm not actually very good at names so I kinda just went with my initials.”
“Marinette... You and your mother's name was Cheng so MC?”
“Oh no my mama and papa hyphenated my last name. Let me reintroduce myself. Hello my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Or as you may better know me-”
“OH MY GOSH YOU'RE MDC” Tim shouted
Giving a little curtsy. “It's lovely to meet you all.”
“Oh kitten if Damian doesn't end up keeping you I will.” The family, with the exception of Tim who is still in shock, share a laugh.
Alfred chose that moment to enter
“It looks like everyone is here now who will be. Perfect timing, dinner is ready to begin.”
Dinner goes smoothly. Fun banter, interesting stories, light teasing, sharing how the young couple met.
About half way through after Steph just finished telling an embarrassing story about Tim and Tim reciprocating in turn Damian leans over to Marinette
“You seem significantly less stressed than when the night began. Not as terrifying as you expected?”
Taking his hand and giving it a squeeze “Heh, no this is great. I think my mind was interested in playing up my fears. Honestly, for how you've made them out to be your family is really ordi-”
She is cut off by the main door to the dining room opening.
“Sorry guys. Sorry I'm late. I was caught up with a work thing.”
“Sigh. Not that I am entirely surprised Todd. Late or not, I am glad that you are here. Marinette this is my final sibling,” Across the table Tim elbowed Duke “For now” getting a light chuckle from the table
Shooing them a flat look before clearing his throat and continuing “This is Jason Todd. Jason, this is my girlfriend Marinette.”
“Oh shit really? I thought this was all some elaborate prank. Is he paying you? Because whatever it is, it's not enough.”
Dick being the closest whacks him in the arm. “JASON, that's rude.”
“Okay, okay I'm sorry. I'll play nice. But seriously blink twice if you need help.”
Marinette meanwhile has been just staring at him the whole time. Face blank and jaw slack. Staring at the man. Well his aura. A very VERY distinct green that practically oozes from a person. Not exactly the kind of thing you see once. Let alone twice.
“Habibi is everything alright.”
Blinking herself from her stupor only to stair at her boyfriend, then his siblings one by one as she begins to laugh. Slowly at first. Then more and more by the time she makes it around the table she is full on wheezing. The rest of the table sharing confused looks trying to piece together what exactly was happening.
“Uuuh what's up with demon spawns girlfriend.”
“YOU!” Painting at Jason
“Me?”
“And you!” pointing at Dick this time “All of you.” she says sweeping her arm across the family “oh my gosh all of you. FUCK.” realizing what she said she glances at Alfred apologetically “sorry”
He give her an understanding nod
Taking her glass she alleviates it of its content before refilling. Step and Cass sharing an impressed look.
“You!” Poking Damian in the chest “Are in SO MUCH TROUBLE. No treats for a week, no a month.”
“What in the world did I do?”
“Um are you alright Marinette?” Bruce being the first to question what exactly was happening.
“Hmm? Oh yea just laughing at the divine freaking comedy that is my life. When I was a kid, all the other kids told stories of how they wanted their life to be extraordinary. Filled with wonder, fame and fortune. Me? I wanted normal. Wanted what my mom and dad had. Love, a family, and a shop. I wanted to grow up to be ordinary. NOPE. Universe decided I get to bear the weight of the world. That I was the one in charge. That I was important. UGH you were all so incredibly ordinary. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. No Marinette, first crush was a superhero and the son of a supervillain, second was the son of a superstar, third was the daughter of the mayor and a world renowned fashionista. Then I go ahead and fall head over heels for freaking ROBIN. WHAT IS MY LIFE.”
All the table went from concerned to still in a fraction of a second. All of them on edge. How do they handle this?
“Oh gosh that explains why you were all giving him looks when I said I was from Paris.” Looking at Damian. “You didn't tell them because you didn't want them to interrogate me. That's sweet really. Still pissed though.”
“Damian? Robin? Hehe you are hilarious Marinette.” Dick said with nervous laughter.
“Seriously Nightwing? Later you and I are going to have WORDS about your fashion crimes.”
Jason snickered next to him
“Those that live in glass houses don't get to cast stones bucket head. What's with that by the way. You don't even wear a hood. Why not go by red helmet? Or stick with the bird theme? Cardinal? Warbler?”
“There's already a cardinal and warbler sounds stupid. Besides the hood's iconic.”
“Jason!”
“Oh relax Timbers if she knows she knows.”
“And I know.”
“Then what's the point in pretending?”
Bruce now very tense. “And what exactly do you know Ms Dupain-Cheng?”
Twirling her glass of wine in her hand “Oh just that you are Batman,” gesturing around the table. ”Nighting, Red Hood, Red Robin, Signal, Spoiler, Hush, Batwoman? Oh wait you are definitely Oracle aren't you. And of course the illustrious Catwoman” raising her glass to cheers the woman who returns the gesture. “Oh and my little traffic light” she gestures, poking Damian in the ribs. Hard.
“Oh she's good.” said Babs.
“I’m keeping her.” came Selena
“And what exactly do you plan to do with this information?” Bruce’s glare hardening with every passing moment.
“Oh unclench Bats, I'm not a threat. To you or your family, your secrets or your health. I meant what I said earlier. I love Damian with all my heart. Hell, today's realization actually makes loving him easier.” Looking at him with love and affection now before instantly turning to anger. “He is still in the dog house though until he apologizes.”
“I still don't know what exactly I should be apologizing for.”
Ignoring his son “And how exactly do you know this? Who are you?”
“Nuh uh, nope, not getting it that easy. Doesn't the bat family hold the title of world's greatest detective? Well go on, detect. Didn't you want to interrogate me about Paris? Well you have your hands on a flesh and blood Parisian here. I know ladybug made a statement not to interrogate us. That she wouldn't stand to have us be put under siege any longer. Do you see her here?”
Grumbling “Fine. What was Paris like?”
“Oh it's lovely this time of year you should take the trip.”
Jason barks out a laugh. “Oh she's got jokes. I like her.”
“What was Hawkmoth reign like?”
“He was an egotistical maniac with power and no care for who he hurt. How do you think it was?”
“And he used mind control to accomplish this?”
“Yes they were called akuma, they would akumatize you. Turning you into an akuma. Don't look at me I didn't name them. He could akumatize you when you were at your worst. Any heightened negative emotion. Rage, sorrow, loss, fear. The city's very emotional state was held hostage.”
“How?”
“Magic.”
“Why?”
“Magic.”
“You are wearing my patience thin Marinette.”
“Oh we're back on first names. Marvelous.”
Tim now. “You said magic. Was this the miraculous.”
“Yes Hawkmoth used the power of the butterfly to exert his control.”
“And he wanted those of the cat and ladybug.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“His wife died and he is a sociopath with access to magic that could reshape reality. 2+2=4 isn't he like the ice guy?”
“Doctor freeze?”
“Yea dead wife, steals to try and save her. Same tune, different key.”
“You said reshape reality. How exactly?”
“Didn't Ladybug tell you all this?”
“We want to know what the people of Paris know.”
“Okay,” rolling her eyes. “Ladybug and Chat Noir each held a miraculous. Creation and destruction. Each powerful in their own regard but combined could exert the ability to reshape reality via a wish.”
“Sounds too good to be true”
“It is. Ladybug explained that the wish could bring her back. Absolutely. No doubt. But would do so by raising reality and recreating it with her alive.”
“Holy fuck that's brutal.”
“You're telling me.”
“Ladybug and Chat Noir had powers of their own?"
"Yes, Chat could destroy and Ladybug could create.”
“Destroy? How powerful a destruction are we talking about?”
Marinette's eyes lose focus, staring off into the middle distance. “Ladybug once told me she had seen him destroy the moon. I don't know if there are any limits.”
“And Ladybug she could create? How so?”
Shaking herself from where she was “She could make these objects. Her lucky charm. It was a random object but one the universe knew she needed to win. Don't ask me how I have no clue. After defeating the akuma she could use the charm to cast a spell she called her miraculous ladybug. Reverting all damage done.”
“And it could revert death?”
“All damage. Well not psychological. You would still remember.”
“And did you.”
Tensing Damian grabbing her hand, letting her know he was there for her. She took a gulp of her wine. “I didn't have the luxury.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Wait, you said the same thing earlier.” Stephanie interrupting Tim and Marinettes' tennis match.
“When?” Tim asked
“We asked that earlier. In the parlor before you all arrived. I asked if she had ever been akumatized” Steph looking at Marinette. “She said she didn't have the luxury.”
“So what does that mean Marinette, that you didn't have the luxury. Do you think dying was a luxury?! Do you think those people that suffered enjoyed it?!” Jason standing from the table his frame
“FUCK YOU Jason, FUCK YOU. It means I didn't have the luxury. Figure it out yourself asshole. I know there is magic involved but you have way more than enough to figure it out.” Her eyes threaten to spill over but she refuses to give him the pleasure.
“You wanna go pixie pop.”
“Oh sit down bucket head you wouldn't stand a chance. None of you would.”
“You think you could take me in a fight?”
“I know I could.”
“But you couldn't take all of us.” His features darker than before, Bruce clearly becoming less and less of a fan as the conversion progresses.”
Folding her arms across her chest and raising her chin at him “Nah I'd win.”
The two staring each other down, neither interested in backing down. Marinette however is the first to break the tension
“So red what have you got?” Looking at Tim
“You said magic was involved.”
“Yuuup” accentuating the p with a pop
“Duke.”
“On it. No thing I can see. She looks normal just like anyone else.”
“Oh, right. Um, can you like shield your eyes? Like this?” she puts her hand in front of her eyes.
“Uuuh ok” Duke raised an eyebrow as he mimicked her.
Once his hand was raised she snapped her fingers
“OH FUCK” Duke exclaimed as he shunned away from her, struggling to cover his eyes.
Once again snapping her fingers she takes a sip of her wine as she crosses her legs.
“What the hell was that?” Bruce said standing from the table.
“I flash banged him. It's why I asked him to cover his eyes. Oh relax Bats he will be fine. I usually hide my magic all the time so people who can see don't react like that.” pointing her glass at Duke.
“What did you see?”
“She’s magic B. Like REALLY MAGIC.”
“How strong. Constantine, Zatanna?”
“Stronger than Fate.” he said, trying to rub the stars from his eyes.
“Oh please Fate is a chump.” She said as she rolled her wrist, swirling her glass before taking a sip.
“You know Dr. Fate?”
“I know a lot of people. John, Z, Diana, Hal. Ya know, people.”
“ENOUGH. No more games, who are you? How did you figure out our identities?”
“Well I'm sure red will probably answer that first one soon but as for the second. I recognized Jason,”
“I have never met you in my life.”
“by his pit madness.” ignoring his interruption.
“You could see my pit madness?”
“Marinette.” Tim said, also ignoring Jason.
“Yes Tim?”
“How do you take your coffee?” He asked nervously
Giving him the most shit eating grin. “Black with a dash of cinna-cism.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey, he figured it out! Knew you could do it. Told you he was the better detective." sticking her tongue out to Bruce.
“Who is she Timmy.”
“She is a magic user who is incredibly powerful. Knows several members of the hero community. Has intimate knowledge of the miraculous and the situation in Paris. She is not at all intimidated by B or any of us and is confident she could take us all in a fight, because she has done so before. And she takes her coffee black, with a dash of cinna-cism, just like Ladybug.”
“I would like to remind all of you I am absolutely terrible at picking names.”
“You didn't have the luxury,” Bruce, his features open and slack. Complete awe gracing his face.
“Of dying.” Jason now slouched in his chair, all fight removed from his frame.
“Of feeling. Dick, now hunched over the table, brow furrowed and arms propped up to his chin.
“Of losing.” Marinette with her head held high, chin up and hands folded on her lap. “For 5 years. Not when the universe was at stake, not when I could stop it. Not when I needed to stop it.
“Oh fuck me.” The sound of Damian smacking his forehead was particularly loud.
“Oooo looks like someone remembered I was angry.”
“I am so sorry Marinette.”
“What exactly did my son do?” asked Selina, easily the most entertained by this. All the kids take a breath in through their teeth, and cringe back at the question.
“Hm? Oh right you aren’t on the watchtower. You you see my loving boyfriend here? Nothing perfectly fine 10/10. Robin on the other hand. You see Robin and Ladybug don't particularly get along, at all. Not too long ago he decided I was, what did you call me again.? Ah yes an incapable moron who's incompetency was only outdone by my stupidity. That had I been even a margin capable I would have been able to take down the absolute joke of a villain that Hawkmoth was. Think you called me a Bitch too.”
“I am so, so, so sorry. In my defense-”
All the women and dick at the same time “NO”
“Nuh uh”
“Don't even”
“Shut up” a chorus of pleas could be heard.
Turning to her boyfriend fully now. “Oh no, please do continue. A boyfriend with his foot in his mouth interested in eating the other too is a very ordinary thing.” Her smile saccharine and a glint of absolute mischievous glee in her eye.