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LolieG

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Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

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A Deadly Dance

The soft thud of feet hitting the roof drew Marinette’s focus away from her target. She stood, leveling her gun on her company as she swiftly turned to face him.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

“Really? I don’t typically see people on top of skyscrapers armed in the middle of the night. Much less watching a prominent business. Usually spells trouble.”

She moved, walking around Nightwing as she did so, putting him between her and Wayne Enterprises so she could keep an eye on both as she dealt with this intrusion.

“You think I’m trouble?”

“I know you are,” he said, moving closer.

She hesitated pulling the trigger as he made his move. She ducked, rolling out of the way as he closed the distance, holstering her guns as she stood.

Pulling her garrote out, she held it taut as Nightwing brought his escrima stick down, using it to block his blow before wrapping it around his arm. She swung herself up, using his arm to anchor herself, legs wrapping around his neck as she moved, flipping herself over him, landing deftly on her feet as she hooked her arm around his neck using her momentum to bring him to the ground. Planting her foot firmly on his chest, she stared down at the masked vigilante.

“Not often someone gets this close without me noticing them.”

He gave a small grin. “I must be special then.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly as he said that. Glancing for a half second back at Wayne Enterprises to see if her target was still there as he continued, grabbing her attention once more.

“What do you want with Lucius Fox?”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking questions here.”

“Maybe next time I will be,” he said, grabbing her foot and yanking, pulling her down on top of him, rolling so he rested on top of her. “What about now?

She gave a small smile. “What’s it to you?” she asked softly, flipping their positions once more, so her knee was digging into his chest. “And just so you know,” She tilted her head to the side as she leant over him. “You won’t be lucky enough for a next time,” she said softly, activating her Widow’s Bite as she punched him in the chest. Watching him for a moment to make sure he was down before turning her back on him.

Turning she let out a small hiss of frustration finding that Wayne Enterprises had gone dark. Her target’s whereabouts were now unknown. She shook her head, as she moved, a quick walkabout the roof as she cased the alleys, roofs, windows, and streets around her stopping for a moment as she spotted a black and blue motorcycle.

A quick check of Nightwing’s pockets, relinquished the keys to her possession, as she made her escape.

A small groan, from behind her spurred her into action as she jumped, grabbing onto the fire escape to help control her descent as she quickly scaled down the building. Dropping the last 10 feet and landing in a crouch, only sparing a quick glance up at the sound of movement from the rooftop, she moved, swinging her leg up and over a black and blue motorcycle, throwing the keys into the ignition and starting it, wasting no time in taking off. Weaving between cars and into the late night traffic, a small grin making its way on her face.

Tonight may have been a failure, but she had back up plans for a reason. At least she’d gotten a new bike out of it. The best one she’d ever rode. Once she found and got rid of the bugs and trackers it was bound to have planted throughout.

She swerved off the road, dumping the bike, stashing it for later use after a quick preliminary sweep. Ducking into her safe house she tossed her weapons aside, closing her eyes for a few hours. There was work to be done come morning.

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drblueneck

My brain exploded on chapter 13 I forgot to even leave an actual review. It’s like it got a resangan to the head, excuse me as I get some time to process what just happened

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Lmao glad this chapter caused some brain damage, at least Naruto is not alone with this feeling 🤭

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lily-drake

Found one of the greatest things that should be a Jasonette story!

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Jason: "...."

Bruce: "...."

Jason: "Soooooo?"

Bruce: "Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Did you teach Marietta to kick people because they, quote on quote, "Have bad vibes"?"

Jason: "I can neither confirm nor deny that allegation."

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Marinette: life is so unfair, don’t you think?
Damian: *leaning against her back, has the back of his head resting on her shoulder* yeah, it’s unfair.
Marinette: like.. you were born as a murder baby.
Damian: *dryly* thanks.
Marinette: and my life was knocked off course when I was 14.
Damian: ain’t that a mood. 4 years *mutters* or two *speaks normally* off, though.
Marinette: yeah, life is pretty shit.
Damian: *hums in agreement*
Marinette: … *turns her head to peak at him* anyways, want to go blow up Dick’s room?
Damian: *leans forward so he doesn’t fall onto his back when she turns* what did Grayson do this time?
Marinette: okay, get this, he tried to….
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Damian: *appreciative* you’ve grown.
Marinette: *smirks* in height or size?
Damian: *smiles* well your muscle definition certainly never looked better.
Marinette: *smiles* so you’re saying I’m still short?
Damian: *hums and pecks her on the lips* you’ll always be short, Habiti.
Marinette: *laughs and goes on her tip goes to wrap her arms around his neck* I’ll just use it to my advantage!
Damian: *wraps his arms around her waist and sways them* of course.
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Marinette: no, YOU listen to ME. If we’re going to talk about this then you’re going to have to listen to MY side of the story!
Bruce: *calmly* okay.
Marinette: okay. *sits down in her chair and crosses her arms* so, anyways, Damian started it.
Bruce: you said you were going to explain, not shift blame.
Marinette: I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it. I’m just saying. It was Damian’s fault. It was Damian’s idea. It was Damian’s plan. It was all Damian.
Bruce: okay.
Marinette: *nods* alright. So the day started and I was sitting beside your son for.. photography..
Bruce: you don’t remember the class.
Marinette: hey! Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I said it was photography, we were in photography and he was sitting beside me.
Bruce: okay.
Marinette: and then. *abruptly stands up* and then. He said if I wanted to do something fun.
Bruce: I see.
Marinette: and me being me, I, of course, say NO.
Bruce: of course.
Marinette: of course. So I say no and he’s like “okay.” So we leave it at that.
Bruce: you guys leave it at that.
Marinette: we do, yes.
Bruce: mhm.
Marinette: *starts pacing and abruptly waves her hands* but then he brings it up again later, like, 10 minutes later. *looks over at Bruce* He couldn’t even wait 10 minutes Mr. Wayne!
Bruce: so he brings up the fun activity again.
Marinette: yes, he does.
Bruce: what happens next?
Marinette: what happens next? What happens NEXT? Well, Mr. Bruce Wayne, your son decided it was going to be fun to drag me into his messy little game of—
Damian: *bursts through the door* oh I DRAGGED YOU INTO THIS MESS, HUH?? That’s not how I REMEMBER IT!
Marinette: THATS BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FAULTY MEMORY!
Damian: YOU BRAT!
Marinette: EXCUSE YOU, MR. “LETS DO SOMETHING FUN THAT COULD LAND US SUSPENDED AND NEARLY EXPELLED”
Damian: I didn’t do anything! It was all you!
Marinette: NO IT WASN’T!
Bruce: *calmly* Damian calmly walk out and close the door, I’m having a conversation with Miss Dupain-Cheng.
Damian: Father-
Bruce: Damian.
Damian: … *scowls and walks out the room*
Bruce: and please don’t listen in on our conversation, go talk to Dick and tell him your side of the stor—
Damian: *slams the door close*
Bruce: … *quietly smiles and shuffles his papers* as you were, Marinette.
Marinette: you’re just going to let him disrespect you like that?
Bruce: that wasn’t disrespect, Marinette.
Marinette: he slammed the door-?? You know what, it’s fine. This family’s weird anyway. Let me get back to telling you how much of a crazy guy your son is-
Bruce: *extremely happy on the inside* please, do.
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that reminds me of a couple years ago when my dumbass stupid bee post was going around and someone was trying to argue w me abt how unethical beekeeping for honey was so i was like “ahaha what? i don’t beekeep for the honey i throw that nasty goop out! i eat the bees. crunchy” and i thought they were going to try and kill me in real life

OP I want you to know that you are a hero.

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Bruce: pack your bags, we’re going shopping.
Marin: *stands up*
Bruce: *walks away and without looking back:* leave the gun on the table.
Marin: *lets out a long suffering sigh and drops the gun on the table before following him*
Bruce: ..
Marin: ..
Bruce: and the knife.
Marin: *scoffs and doubles back to put the knife down*
Bruce: and the needles!
Marin: that’s fine, I have some in the car!
Bruce: why!?
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Luka: this looks bad.
Adrien: because it is.
Luka: but I’m sure there is a perfectly responsible explanation for this.
Adrien: don’t you mean reasonable?
Luka: no. I said what I said.
Adrien: *purses his lips* ..well..
Luka: get comfortable. We’re playing the long game.
Adrien: it looks like they’re gonna be passed out for awhile.. I don’t think i wanna sit on my ass for that long.
Luka: we can switch between sitting down menacingly or standing over them judgingly.
Adrien: *sighs* sounds like a plan.
Marinette: *groggily wakes up* ..ugh
Jason: *whines and shoves her away* you’re too hot.
Marinette: *mutters* hypercritical bullshit.
Jason: *shoves her further away from him* too fucking warm.
Marinette: nnnno! Don’t push me away!
Luka: ..
Adrien: ..
Marinette: *looks up at them* ..what the fuc-
Jason: WHAT THE FUCK.
Luka: *hums*
Adrien: *blinks owlishly at them*
Marinette: *squints at them* how long.. have you guys.. Been there..?
Jason: *grabs the blanket to cover himself with.
Marinette: *whines* jay, no! I you’re gonna rip it if you pull it that hard!
Luka: ..we’ve been here for..
Adrien: *scowls* a few hours
Marinette: what the hell, guys.
Jason: *shoves his face into the blanket*
Adrien: it was Luka’s idea.
Luka: I’m sure you guys have a good reason for this.
Jason: alcohol.
Marinette: and bad choices.
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Lounge: are you proud of yourself?
Red Hood: [yes, actually.]
Lounge: *scowls and tries to roll him off them so they're on top*
Red Hood: *leans more of his weight on top of them*
Lounge: AUGH! get off, you fucking-
Red Hood: [oh, you didn't see me complaining earlier, Loungie.]
Lounge: *snarls* disgusting nickname.
Red Hood: [you started this, okay? just accept your fate, we're going to be here all night.]
Lounge: all night? i don't want to constantly stare up at your ugly mug all day, Hood!
Red Hood: [night. what, can you not remember what day and night look like?] *looks up* [i can clearly see the moonlight from here, are you losing it?]
Lounge: ....i'm losing brain cells by the second, your helmet is just too hideous, my brain is taking psychic damage!
Red Hood: *nods* [mhm, mhm, i hear your case. in that case...] *leans back so that he's straddling them* [let me take my helmet off for you.]
Lounge: e-excuse you-- *bucks their hips to try and knock him off* get OFF. you're so heavy, what the fuck. what are you? made of ROCK? what the hell, Hood.
Red Hood: *laughs and reaches up to take off their helmet* [not made of rock] i'm afraid.
Lounge: .... *scowls harder* you piece of beautiful looking shit.
Red Hood: *smirks* i'll take it that i don't look so ugly under the mask, huh?
Lounge: *growls* i hate you. you can't have both a- no, you just can't-- YOU CAN'T HAVE A GOOD VOICE, A NICE BODY, AND A HANDSOME FACE, OKAY? that's just- *slams their head back* that's just SO unfair.
Red Hood: *blinks down at them* ...you think my voice is nice?
Lounge: *screams*
Red Hood: *laughs*
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Lounge: *eyes widen* ...
Batman: i didn't- i didn't mean it that way.
Lounge: *softly* which way did you mean it, then?
Batman: i-
Lounge: *clenches their jaw and pulls up their lower mask* explain it to me, Batman. which way did you mean that small comment, hm?
Batman: Lounge, i just.. i misspoke.
Lounge: *nods* yeah. yeah, you did. now explain to me how the FUCK YOU MISSPOKE, YOU SICK FUCK.
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Lounge: ....
Nightwing: ...
Lounge: do you know any languages other than English?
Nightwing: ..yes.
Lounge: is French on that list?
Nightwing: perhaps.
Lounge: *narrows their eyes* ... *in French* [so I've been thinking of trying to confess to this guy but he won't take any hints and its getting on my nerves. Im planning on straight up telling him at this point but--]
Nightwing: woah, woah, woah-- *in French* [how long have you known this guy?]
Lounge: *grins* [oh, ive known of him for 10 years, but its only been recently have i have been able to talk to him.]
Nightwing: [so, what? Is he a celebrity?]
Lounge: [kind of.]
Nightwing: [how do you know a celebrity?]
Lounge: ...
Nightwing: ... [are you a celebrity?]
Lounge: [i don't like your questions.]
Nightwing: [NO WAY!]
Lounge: *hisses* [SHUT UP!]
Nightwing: [are you really?]
Lounge: [i said nothing.]
Nightwing: [are you?? Are you a celebrity? Huh? Come on,] Lounge~
Lounge: *glares at him* ...
Nightwing: [i'll bite, i, for one, am well known in the city.]
Lounge: *deadpan* [You're] Nightwing, [of course you're well known.]
Nightwing: [yes, yes, but outside of the suit.]
Lounge: ...
Nightwing: ...
Lounge: ... *quietly* i am well known in certain parts of the world...
Nightwing: wowowowowow.
Lounge: *blushes* stop it!
Nightwing: *jokingly* can i get a autograph--
Lounge: *snorts* Funnily enough, i don't normally give out autographs. I usually hand out advice more than anything...
Nightwing: advice? People want advice from you?
Lounge: *snickers* why wouldn't they?
Nightwing: ...
Lounge: *sputters* wh- i'll have you know, i am very professional when it comes to my job!
Nightwing: ...
Lounge: I'm not that crazy!
Nightwing: ...
Lounge: *hisses* stop looking at me like that!
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