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Anon Hate IS Illegal.
Guys, I’m not kidding.
Suicide-baiting, cyberharassmemt, cyberstalking, death/rape threats, and hate speech are illegal in all 50 states as well as Australia and the UK.
Some places include school suspension or expels. Some even include jail time for multiple years.
And yes, they can find someone by username or IP alone.
Also, yes. There are methods of catching someone’s IP. Even under a VPN.
So.
Next time you get hit with anon hate?
Casually remind them you can very easily take this to the next level. And they can earn jail time while you lay back in your chair, having saved yourself and everyone else from a violent criminal.
Your online actions have real life consequences.
Make sure they learn that.
(Just in case there’s a “the police wouldn’t do that” - Yes. They absolutely would.
Or a “I can handle it.” No. That person will continue to harass others as well. And one of them may not be as strong as you. So do it for them and everyone else.
Or a “It’s not that severe.” Yes. It is. People have died because of this. It really is that severe.)
Take action. And make sure the lives of these bullies are truly wrecked.
You should share this for people in DC and close to you!!
Black Community we have to be careful. Protect our Girls! Spread this!
Part 21! Close but no cigar…
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Can you imagine how it would be if Damian time travelled back into his 9 year old body? Free of the brainwashing and social conditioning and SALTY as hell.
“fucked up a perfectly good child is what you did, mother. look at me. i have bloodlust”
why does anyone in Gotham even bother doing crime like you KNOW the second you leave the bank with the money you just stole Bruce Wayne is gonna be chilling on a bench on the other side of the street in his bat fursuit like “hey bitch u better not be breaking the law”
Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge.
Fanfic Author: AU where everything is the same, except the wise cracking/ sarcastic character is treated with respect.
Me, cracking open a coke at 3am: Ah, the good sh*t
You did it! You broke 2020 down to its bare essentials!
Here’s a lil continuation to @lunian ‘s LB!Alya au that no one asked for😗👉👉
Just Another Class Trip :) Part 8
News gets out and everyone handles it calmly and respectfully.
First< Previous >Next
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“Hi Tom, Sabine, how are you,” Selina gives a fake smile, not waiting for them to answer, “So Marinette’s in town,”
“Yes is something wrong?” Tom asks worriedly.
“No nothing is wrong,” If you didn’t count the villain attacking the pool yesterday as wrong, “It’s just um, you know how I never told you who her father was?”
“Yes,”
“Well, apparently Gotham didn’t need the help and figured it out pretty much immediately,”
“So does that mean we finally get to be in the loop?” Tom’s eyes sparkle, he had always bothered her for the identity of his adopted daughter’s father.
“Oh no one special, you probably haven’t heard of him,” They most certainly have, “Bruce Wayne?”
“… You dated Bruce Wayne?” The man who had become like a brother to her asks.
“I’m actually engaged to him now,” that already sounded so complicated and it wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. How did her life become so complicated? Well, at least she had managed to keep Marinette from it, well at least for a while.
“Congratulations!” He booms, “Oh what’s the theme? We’ll make you a cake! Wait no we cant send it by plane… what am I talking about! We’ll come to Gotham to make it! Unless it’s a destination wedding? A beach might be hard but I’m always up for a challenge,”
“Tom, Tom, it’s exciting I know,” Where did Marinette fall on the nature vs nurture scale? Because these two reacted exactly the same way, “But we have bigger problems right now!”
“What’s the matter, Selina?” Sabine asks with motherly concern, much better than Selina could ever hope to manage.
“People figured it out… pretty much the second she stepped into Gotham at that,” Selina sighs, “The press is going crazy with theories, paparazzi basically stalking Marinette, Bruce is trying to talk to her about it … and he saw me with her, he knows somethings up,”
“Do you think it’s time we spilled the beans?” Tom asks, calming down from his wedding excitement, “Marinette’s always known she was adopted but…”
“Not that I’m her mother? Yeah,” Silence hangs in the air for a while, the screen being the only source of light in her dark safe house, “You know I can try and work through this, no one has to know,”
“Hm…. if you think it’s best,” Sabine nods, before looking to her husband, “But if you want or need to tell people this would be the time,”
“Is… is that alright with you?”
“We love Marinette, and we know she’ll still love us no matter what, if our little family wants to grow then we should let it!” Tom exclaims, she should have known they would be fine with it, always so accepting that’s one of the reasons she chose them to take care of her daughter.
“I’ll think about it,” She promises, cutting off the call to be alone with her thoughts.
Apparently her biggest hurdle was actually plucking up the courage to tell everyone. She thought she should at least tell Marinette, but lo and behold here they were in the Wayne manor waiting to hold a meeting about how to handle the rumor and Marinette is still in the dark. Well, she has no other choice but to commit now, try and get Marinette through her trip and out of the city without anyone being the wiser. Hell, she had kept the world’s greatest detective from knowing for all these years surely this would be no more trouble.
Despite that, she ran into a little bitty problem while Bruce was explaining to Marinette how to handle the press; her conscience. It had been this annoying thing that started growing more and more as she spent time around Bruce. And now that they were engaged it decided to be a royal pain in her neck trying to convince her to be honest and tell the truth, how was that going to help with their marriage!
Surely this would be the worst possible place to admit it. Not only was Marinette and Bruce here, but the entire damn Batfamily to boot, sans Jason. If she were to tell now there would no doubt be bloodshed. No, the best way, if she was going to tell them, would be later in private, she could get Bruce to drive them back to the hotel and take a detour along the way, then she could tell them and bam! They would both know and her conscience would leave her alone, that was certainly the best plan of action-
And then Marinette smiled at him and Bruce smiled back, she didn’t even know what was said but goddammit-
“Marinette’s our daughter!”
Everything in the room stops. Even those happy to mill about their conversation on the other size pause, a glass drops, she doesn’t even wait for it to shatter before continuing. Floodgates are open now, no going back.
“Seventeen years ago, took her to Paris, pretended to be her Aunt, let Tom and Sabine raise her!” She stood up, bolting from the room, not stopping until she was far from Wayne manor.
Yep, I think I handled that well.
They all stood frozen, staring at the door Aunt, no Selina, her Mother had just run out. Everything was silent, for about two seconds before incomprehensible screeching. Or at least that’s what it sounded like to her as everyone started shouting over each other.
“Did you know!?”
“No! How would I know?!”
“How could you not know! Everyone else did!”
“You didn’t!”
“That’s because he said it wasn’t true!”
“How the fuck-”
“Bruce why ,”
“By god how reckless can you be!?”
“This is… wow,”
Marinette didn’t stick around to hear the rest, slipping out the door Selina had disappeared through, like mother like daughter she guessed. Speaking of, she needed to call her Maman and Papa first, had the known all along? She was meant to just be an average girl… who’s a superhero… and vigilante…. And famous fashion designer…. And guardian- ok maybe she hadn’t done a great job at the whole ‘ordinary girl’ thing, be she had liked to think she was normal at least once in her life… apparently not.
“Marinette sweetie!” Her Papa’s voice boomed over the call, “How are you?”
“Aunt Selina- not- how- I-”
“Oh, she told you?” Her Maman spoke more quietly than her Papa, calm voice calming her down.
“Me, and everyone else,” Marinette sat down at the steps to Wayne Manor, looking out at the front gardens without really seeing anything.
“Yes we thought she might, are you ok sweetie?”
“I’m shocked,”
“Yes well knowing her she didn’t handle it too well,” Papa spoke knowingly.
“She bolted now I’m stuck at Wayne Manor,” Marinette supplies, not that she really had a better place to be.
“Yes, that’s like her,” She can hear her Maman laugh a little, “How are you feeling?”
“A little confused,” A lot confused.
“When she was pregnant with you she came to us, she and Bruce apparently didn’t have a very stable relationship back then and didn’t think either of them could take care of you,” Maman explains, “So she came to us, asking for just to raise you, she wasn’t going to be a part of your life but I think she loved you more than expected because she kept coming back and eventually became your Auntie Selina,”
“Thats… wow,”
“Need some time?”
“Yeah,”
“Take all the time you need,” Papa encouraged, “We’re always here for you, and we love you,”
“I love you too,” Marinette smiles, letting the call drop staring off into nothingness.
The Kwamis came out of hiding to cuddle close but left her to her thoughts which Marinette appreciated. They sat in silence for a long time, Marinette worked out that she didn’t mind so much. Sure it was a shock, but it didn’t change how much she loved her parents, and it meant her family had just gotten a little bigger, or a lot bigger as Bruce had introduced her to a lot of people. The only thing left to worry about was the others, they didn’t seem very happy at the news.
Before Marinette can let the dread of that fester too long the front door opens, catching her attention as Bruce steps through. He seemed tired, and was that bruise a punch mark!?- no nevermind she wasn’t going to ask. He comes to sit down next to her, neither talking for a while as they both stare out at the garden.
“… So Selina left?” He asks eventually.
“Yep, and I don’t think she’s coming back any time soon,”
“Of course not,” She shakes his head, a little amused, “Did she tell you?”
“No, but my parents knew- wait I didn’t mean!-”
“It’s fine,” He assures, settling her panic, “I just found out, I can hardly be considered a parent,”
“Guess not… What about the others?”
“Oh they’re a little shocked,” Bruce puts it lightly, his bruise being a dead give away, “I think they expected me to adopt you long before suspecting we were already related,”
“Just how many siblings do I have,” Marinette half mutters to herself, “wait- are they my siblings?”
“Depends who you ask, Dick? Yes, I think he already left to find decorations for your room,”
“I have a room?”
“If Dick has anything to say about it, also I suspect Alfred already set you up one, although I couldn’t tell you when,”
“Of course he did,” That man seemed to know more than all of them combined, “So does that mean I can stay over some time?”
“Certainly, although I might suggest waiting a day or two,” He looks back at the mansion, light-catching his bruise.
“I might give it three, just to be sure,” She smiles, still wondering what happened there.
They start talking, catching up on each other’s lives. Marinette skirts around anything that doesn’t pertain to her identity as Marinette, Ladybug, MDC, Starling the whole gang. They are only interrupted by Marinette’s phone buzzing, she picks it up, Adrien was the one to call but both Chloe and Kagami are there with him.
“Marinette,” Adrien says urgently, “Remember Cuppy?”
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Master of Death (In Training) Part 2
Sirius didn’t know what he was expecting when the suggestion was first made. The very air had held its breath as the Order voted, each nervously looking around, to see who had raised their hands in favor of summoning Death.
He hadn’t wanted to do it. After growing up with a dark family, and at the mercy of his mother’s ill-temper hexes, Sirius knew that trying this method would only cost them more than be able to help them. But Albus- it was so weird to now be old enough to call the headmaster by his first name. A part of him still felt like a Hogwarts student overstepping despite the fact he graduated three years ago- had insisted it was the best course of action.
With every new day, the Death Eaters rose in power and it was rapidly approaching a point where they could not be stopped. Already regular civilians were hiding away, slowly bowing to the control and the fear, and it wouldn’t be a far stretch to think no one would try to stop them.
People knew not to even use the name of the Death Eater’s leader, because any who did, died not long after. That wasn’t a fear that could easily be overcome. The people were losing hope, and once it was all gone, the war would be over.
The Death Eaters will win.
What’s worse, was that Albus had claimed a prophecy had been made, which strongly indicated to his unborn grandson or the unborn child of his friends being the only thing to stop Voldemort.
If they didn’t do the summons James, Lily, Frank, and Alice would have to go into hiding for who knows how many years. There wasn’t even a guarantee they will survive. This plan could save them from such a fate, could allow their kids to grow up in a world of peace.
Sirius knew this. He understood it. But he still didn’t want to summon Death, it was desperate and it may not even work.
But whatever the Order did, they did it together. The majority had ruled, and the summons took place a week later.
The moment the being arrived it was quite clear it wasn’t human. Dressed in a metallic green cloak that hid half it’s facing, and body through human-shaped- and rather nicely too. Sirius could admit the being was fit. If it was a regular bloke he would climb him like a tree- seemed almost otherworldly, that its mere presence had Padfoot’s instincts screaming at him to run.
Alice’s soft gasp of “What have we done” echoed every thought in Sirius’s head even as he leveled his wand in order to protect Lily. It was alarming that the first thing Death did upon arriving was single out the two pregnant ladies and even if they couldn’t see its eyes, Sirius knew it was looking right at the round stomachs.
His stomach was rolling so terribly he almost missed Albus offering his soul to Greater Power, who stood there with its arms filled with objects and could almost be called awkward if it wasn’t scaring the living daylights out of everything in the room.
The outfit was sort of badass he could admit.
But the voice. Oh, the voice.
It echoed as if though it spoke from some deep cave, and it overlapped with other voices. To his ears, he could pick up different baritones, as if though he wandered into a male bathroom and everyone choose to speak at once. It was the one real sign that whatever stood before him wasn’t a human.
That’s why he, like an idiot, got the things attention when it pulled such a baffling action of checking its employee manual.
Thankfully it didn’t take offense and after a few flipped pages it names the price.
Now here he was handing over his black socks to the being that was smiling wildly at them all. It’s perfectly white teeth gleaming in the darkened room, as it thanks everyone politely for their socks, making more than one person uneasy.
Albus had truely seen pained to part with his pair, more so then his own soul, and that made no sense at all to Sirius until Death frown when it touched them. “Oh, these were the last thing your sister gave you, her last “I love you” that she made with her own two hands. I’m sorry for taking them.”
And it really did sound apologetic, but it made Albus tense like a wooden board and back away rapidly from the Great Power.
The being even folded all the socks with great care, leaving the objects it held hanging in the air as it casually did some quick laundry. Once the Order had handed over their clothing, it flipped through the silver binder again, visibly mouthing the words it read before it reached out a black-gloved hand to pat the socks, sending them away to who knows where.
Around him, a few of his friends gasp, and it wasn’t until Sirius’ socks vanished did he realize it was because they, like he, sense a deal with Death be sealed. As if his very soul had been stamped. He felt dirty, Sirius really wanted to take a bath.
“Alright.” Death said, placing his hands on its hips and spreading its stand. For a moment it seemed young, and though Sirius could not tell what age it actually was, he got the feeling it was somewhere between late teens, early twenties. Wasn’t it just bizarre to think he is almost the same-physical at least- age as Death?
“So it says here, that you all hear me differently? To not be confusing my pronouns are he/him and you can call me Harry.”
Sirius’s brain melted. “James?”
“Yeah?”
“Did Death just tell me its preferred pronouns and call itself Harry?”
“Yeah.” James at least sound just as confused as he was so Sirius didn’t feel too bad about not understanding what in the world was going on with this summon.
Harry-actual- Death frowns at them “What’s wrong with my name?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it” Lily is quick to assure, though she is most likely reconsidering the name she had picked out for his unborn godson. “It’s a lovely name.”
Harry-Actual-Death smiled at her, it could have been a friendly one if it didn’t feel like his life candle was about to be blown out. Sirius shifted to put himself beside James and have Lily safely behind him. On his right, Remus quickly fell into formation blocking the redhead woman more, while Peter shifted to Lily’s side with a whimper. “Thank you. I’m named after my grandpa on my mother’s side.”
No one knew what to say to that.
It was Fabian, in a fit of madness or brilliance who knows, that managed to get words out of his mouth. “I’m sure he’s very proud his grandson took over the family business?”
Harry-Actual-Death looked stumped, looking like someone just tried to pull down his trousers or something then he beamed. “No one’s ever said something like that to me. Thank you.”
Then he turns his head back to his binder flipping through it and reading a bit more. With a snap of its finger’s Fabian stumbled backward with a loud pain gasp turning deathly pale. Everyone froze while his brother bristled “What did you do to him!?”
Harry-Actual-Death turned its unseen eyes onto Gideon, who stood his ground despite the slight shake of his knees and smiled “I took away the Dragon Pox in his lungs. Until our contract is terminated I can heal you all within some limitations. He would have died in a year and I don’t want to make Mrs. Weasley sad.”
“My chest doesn’t hurt anymore.” Fabian breathes rubbing at his upper torso. He looks down at it with wonder in his eyes. “It’s…it’s been hurting for so long…I just…”
“Yeah about that.” Harry-Actual-Death jumps in. The rest of the Order swing their heads between the two groups unsure of who to look at, though none of them lower their wands. “I don’t understand why you didn’t get that checked out. If it hurt to take breathes you really should have gone to a healer.”
Gideon looks beyond pained “You were sick and you didn’t tell me?”
“We…we’re at war. I didn’t want to worry you more then you needed to when I realize I wasn’t going to live through it.” Fabian admits. Sirius is quite sure he is not the only one that wants to beat the idiot’s head in. How could he not have said anything!? His condition could have made everything that much more dangerous, what if he was in the middle of a fight and had an attack? He could have gotten himself and his brother killed!
The twins suddenly freeze, as they do that weird thing they do when both of them think the same thoughts and then jerk their heads to Harry-Actual-Death. “Wait, what does Molly have to do with this? She’s not part of the Order, she didn’t sign a contract with you!”
Sirius could understand their worried, a new fear of what that hinted at, meant that his baby brother could have just been unwillingly added to the contract. He hadn’t talked to Regulus in a few years but that didn’t mean he wanted his brother in Death’s hand!
Harry-Actual-Death shifts around on his feet awkwardly, almost as if embarrassed. “She’s really nice, she gives warm hugs and she gave me cookies once.”
At the while Order’s wide eye bafflement Death says defensively. “I was a kid back then and she didn’t know how much it meant to me. Plus she can be kind of scary when angry. I just don’t like seeing her upset.”
Sirius really, really, wanted to sleep now. Apparently, literal Death was scared of Molly Weasley. Tiny, plump, and motherly Molly Weasley. Also apparently being a grim reaper was a family business and Death could age while running around the mortal world in its childhood visiting people which made no sense whatsoever and- oh.
“You just inherited your position then?” Sirus asks forgetting himself. “That’s why you’re a trainee. You really are new on the job.”
Harry-Actual-Death nods “Yes”
“Then how are we supposed to win a war!” He doesn’t mean to sound so frustrated but Merlin’s beard they summoned Death, they were willing to give up their souls and they may have crossed more than one line, to end up with not prepared baby Death!
Harry-Actual-Death smiles at him, in a way that makes ice settle inside of his whole body and Sirius’s frustration disappears for full out mind-numbing terror. It’s a little crocked but it weary and confident with just the touch of non-human that gives it that extra fear-inducing touch. “Oh not to worry Sirius, I’ve killed enough. I can get the job done. The Death Eaters won’t win. You can’t cheat Death.”
The room falls into a tense silence everyone now more aware of what they have really done. A few minutes ago, Harry-Actual-Death, almost felt….well almost felt like a person, but now, they were once again reminded that this was a Great Power, the end.
Death.
“Y-you know my name” He manages to gasp out.
He gets a weary smile. “Yes. I know every living thing’s name because I know when they stop living.”
Well, what the flying fuck do you say to that? “That’s kind of hot”
Harry-Actual-Death’s face turns red. It’s hard to say if it’s from anger or flustered. “Excuse me!?”
Sirius swings wild eyes to Remus begging for rescue all while cursing his loose tongue. He didn’t mean to say that, it was a reflex, born of years of sassing people and flirting with attractive blokes. His friend is quick to step forward. “Should we focus on how to stop the Death Eaters now?”
“Um, yeah, ugh sure” Harry-Actual-Death stutters in that strange multiple voices “Death Eaters. Got to go and….Death them. Yup.”
He moves it cloaked head to the whole room asking at large. “You all just wanted that right? Stopping the war, beat Voldemort, and making sure Neville and Harry grow up safe?”
Alice and Lily jerk in shock at mention of their kids but everyone nods or mumble agreement. Harry-Actual-Death accepts this with shuffling feet, grabbing the floating items and hastily bids them a farewell.
He bleeds into shadows that race across the room and disappears. But Sirius did not miss how he could feel Harry-Actual-Death’s gaze on him, his face a healthy red, and shy nervous little shifts on his feet right before he departed and he thinks with one startling moment of what that could mean.
As always James, his best mate who knows what he is always thinking figures it out and blurts. “Padfoot I think Death has a crush on you. How do you feel about that?”
“I….I’m a little flattered actually.” How metal is it to say Death has a crush on you? “Also scared Prongs. Very, very, scared.”
i’ve been doing my homework on how to break into a writing career and honestly. there’s a Lot that i didn’t know about thats critical to a writing career in this day and age, and on the one hand, its understandable because we’re experiencing a massive cultural shift, but on the other hand, writers who do not have formal training in school or don’t have the connections to learn more via social osmosis end up extremely out of loop and working at a disadvantage.
Batman: So what do you do?
Ladybug: I fight all the villains in Paris.
Batman: I've never heard of villains in Paris.
Ladybug: Yeah, cuz I do my job.
hey there LGBTQ kids who are also Christian/Jewish! If you feel like you’re disobeying God, questioning your faith, or feel wrong and dirty for loving who you love, there’s this fantastic site I found today called hoperemains that accurately and thoroughly combs through scripture and its (many) mistranslations, validates your orientation, and basically let’s you know that you’re not pissing off God. It’s insanely thorough and after reading through every page on the entire site it’s super helpful. Go check it out!
Justice League Meeting
Superman: where’s Batman? The meeting was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.
Wonderwoman: could he be in danger?
Green Arrow: someone maybe should call him BEFORE we go into defcon 1
Superman: [calls the bat-line]
Oracle: [answers] this is O. How can I help?
Superman: Hi Oracle. Batman was supposed to be at the tower 20 minutes ago. Do you know where he is?
Oracle: let me check… yeah, he’s at the cave, I can connect you to the security cameras?
Superman: Please.
Oracle: ok.
-The batcave shows up on screen, Bruce and some of the kids present-
Batman: [Mid sentence] -OUTRAGEOUS STUNT!!
Damian: [scowling, arms crossed] -tt-
Batman: Do NOT scoff at me, young man!
Jason: [snorts]
Batman: Are you Laughing?! This is reckless even by YOUR standards Jason!
Jason: yeah… but you said-
Batman: [menacing] What?!
Jason: [looks at Dick and mimes “young man”]
Batman: Don’t look at-
Dick: [loudly and jovially] THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN
Batman: Wh-
Steph: I said YOUNG MAN [spins to point at Tim]
Tim: [Fingerguns at Steph] Pick yourself off the ground!
Batman: [floundering] En-
Dick: I said YOUNG MAN
Jason: ‘Cause you’re in a new town!
Duke: [from the locker rooms] There’s no need to be unhappy!
Batman: [to Duke] You’re not even in trouble!
Steph and Tim: YOUNG MAN there’s a place you can go!
Dick: [throws an arm around Jason’s shoulders] I said YOUNG MAN! When you’re short on your dough!
Jason: You can STAY THERE!
Batman: That’s EN-
Dick and Jason: [turn to Damian, grinning expectantly] and I’m sure you will find-!!
Damian: [glaring and without enthusiasm] …many ways to have a good time.
Batman: Don’t-
All the batkids: [chorusing] It’s fun to stay at the B-A-T CAVE
Batman: [finally loses it] WHY???!!
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Superman: …
Green Arrow: …well someone has to say it.
The Flash: That he should get an award for parenting that lot?
Green Arrow: that clearly inherited behaviour has nothing to do with genetics. I grew up with Bruce Wayne; he deserves every second of this
au where when darth vader declares that he’s Luke’s father Luke comes to the (entirely reasonable) conclusion that darth vader and anakin skywalker were married
Hey now, you’re an all star
listen to what I orchestrated
SoundCloud
I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
Headcannon: The Gotham girl scouts is the most feared gang in the entire city. During cookie season, NO ONE messes with their turf.
Hot takes why Bruce Wayne should be the Youngest Justice League Founding Member
It’s hilarious
Nobody would suspect it. Batman always comes across as so sure and authoritative - he must be at least 37 or so
Meanwhile, Bruce is actually 23 and just took in a nine-year-old
And Robin in turn just makes people think he’s older because if that’s his kid - well, then he’s got to be old enough to be a dad
You’ve got Diana as the oldest and Bruce as the youngest and they’re both the only ones with any braincells
Every time Batman gets a meme, people assume it’s because of Robin and yeah, that’s partially true, but he’s also a millennial
It’s gets better with every kid he adopts
Diana is probably the first to actually know his age but it doesn’t matter much to her
Clark, however, freaks out.
“You’re 26!”
“Yes. How is that more relevant than the fact that I’m Bruce Wayne and therefore can get intel on the kryotonite smuggling ring?”
“You have a teenage son. You’re younger than me!”
“Only by six years, Clark. Now could we please focus-“
Barry and Hal would straight up not believe it.
Hal’s the last to know. He just walks into the meeting room, Bruce unmasked, and is all “who tf are you? Bruce Wayne? Who is that- what do you mean you’re 27?”
Just give me Tired 23 Year Old Bruce having Old Man Vibes
Don’t Let It Happen.
Mayor Bourgeoisie orders all the schools in the city to reopen.
Chloe, of course, will be staying home.
(Sabrina? Not so lucky.)
Adrien? Will also be staying home.
So will, it should be noted, every child of every rich family or
government official. (and let’s be honest–all the government officials are rich, and let’s be honest, every one of them is corrupt)
The rest of the children?
Expendable.
Ladybug stands up and calls for the Mayor to rescind his decision, to look at the facts, to face the facts. If the schools reopen now, in the middle of the pandemic, children will die. Their teachers will die. Their families will die.
The poor will die.
The Mayor refuses, and condemns Ladybug for her speech.
She’s expecting to have an ally in Chat Noir, but to her shock and dismay–
He’s on the mayor’s side.
He wants the schools to reopen. He insists that keeping kids at home is cruel and unfair. That kids should be in school with their friends.
Ladybug tries to make him see sense–
But he doesn’t believe her. He doesn’t believe that Covid19 is as dangerous as people say. No one in his family has been affected, no one that he knows has been affected.
Ladybug tells him, in tears, that her grandmother got it, and died just a week ago.
And Chat Noir, isntead of showing sympathy, just scoffs.
“She didn’t die of Covid19,” he says scathingly, “She probably had an underlying problem? Right? That’s what killed her, not the coronavirus. No one has died from the corona virus. Hospitals are lying about how many people are dying from it so they can get more money. It’s not lethal, more people die of the flu than this. More people die from car accidents than this. The schools need to reopen. It’s important for kids to be in real schools with their friends. Kids don’t get the virus, they’ll be fine.”
And all Marinette can do is just stare at her partner, the person she thought she knew, the person she thought she could trust.
Chat Noir publicly stands against her, stands with the mayor, stands with all the people who don’t care about anyone but themselves. With all the people who would like to see the poor children sick and dying if it means the parents are free to go back to work.
Chat Noir would rather see Marinette and all her friends forced into classrooms too small to social distance in, into hallways cramped and crowded and not well enough ventilated, he would rather they die and watch their friends die and their teachers die and their family members die, all because it’s ‘good for them’ to be with their friends, it’s ‘better than being stuck at home with no human interaction’.
Being dead is better than being home-schooled, as far as Chat Noir is concerned. And he’s pushing this ideology onto everyone. Forcing everyone to face the possibility of death, because as far as he is concerned, the corona virus isn’t fake, exactly, but it’s being blown out of proportion. It’s harmless. No one has died from the corona virus.
It doesn’t matter that Marinette tried to argue with him, tried to explain that if she pushed someone off a building, yes, it would be hitting the ground that killed them, but that doesn’t change the fact that if she hadn’t pushed them they wouldn’t have died.
Chat Noir doesn’t care that her grandmother died in the hospital, doesn’t care that she and her family haven’t even been able to hold a funeral for her, he doesn’t care.
He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
But Marinette does. She care about her friends. She cares about her teachers. She cares about everyone that would be at risk if the schools are allowed to reopen.
So she does everything in her power to stop it from happening.
As Ladybug, she gives speeches, she goes on the Ladyblog, she goes on every news station that will take her, she goes on the radio, she tells everyone not to listen to the Mayor. She tells everyone to keep their kids home, where they are safe, she tells the teachers and principals and janitors and secretaries and every single person involved in the running of schools to shut the schools down before they can open.
As Marinette, she talks to her friends, she shares the videos and recordings of her speeches as Ladybug, she and her parents hang banners from every inch of their house, and they get a giant flag to fly on Marinette’s balcony, and Marinette creates face masks that she gives away for free with slogans like “don’t stay in school” and “reopen the government before schools” and “if it’s safe for me, why isn’t it safe for Mayor Bourgeoisie?”
With the combined charisma and leadership skills of her civilian identity and her hero identity, she manages to get almost everyone in her school organized through social media, and as a protest, they all refuse to sign in to any of their online courses for a week straight.
Including many of the teachers.
This is just a preview of what will happen if the schools are reopened.
This is just a preview of the strike that is to come if they are forced by their government that doesn’t care whether they live or die only if they can be exploited for profit to return to cramped, underfunded buildings that will guarantee a tragedy.
If the schools reopen, none of them will go.
If the schools reopen, it will just be an empty building.
If the schools reopen, none of them will return.
Some of the students and teachers refuse to be a part of the protest. Adrien is one of them, and he’s sent Marientte several private messages trying to convince her to stop, to change her mind, to realize how irrational she’s being.
She tells him about her grandmother, and outlines what is going to happen if all of the children in the city are forced into tiny buildings and tinier classrooms together.
And his response is almost identical to the response Chat Noir gave her. The same science-denying, compassionless refrain of ‘no one has died from the coronavirus, hospitals are lying so they can weasel extra money, she had underlying causes, she would have died anyways’.
She sends screenshots of the conversation to first Alya and Nino, and then to the rest of the class.
She blocks Adrien from all of her social media, and whatever feelings she had for him are smothered by the pit of black rage that boils in her blood whenever she remembers what he said, whenever she remembers what Chat Noir said, whenever she remembers what the Mayor said, whenever she remembers what anyone who is downplaying and laughing about the pandemic has said.
They only care about themselves.
They only care about money.
The Mayor presses forwards. Threatens the schools with retaliation if they don’t open. Mr. Damocles makes an announcement that the school will be reopening on shedule, and that masks will be provided to students.
Marinette’s parents receive in the mail, a waiver, declaring that, with their signature, they will place no blame on the school or the city of Marinette contracts Covid19 and gets sick or died.
Her father wants to tear it to pieces, but her mother stops him. And she calls up every news station that Ladybug has appears on. And she sends them pictures of the waiver, she tells them exactly what the schools are doing. Her father calls the parents of all of Marinette’s friends and tells them not to sign the waiver, he tells them not to give in to the threats from the school or the government.
The protest, which was supposed to lask a week, extends to two.
Marinette gets her hands on the waiver, and brings it up to her room so she and Tikki can read it together.
And the pit of rage deepens with every word she reads.
Marinette lives right across the street from her school.
Tikki is the one to say the words, “Let’s go, Marinette.”
And Marinette replies, “Tikki, spots on!”
And they go out.
As Ladybug.
First to Marinette’s school.
They make sure no one is inside.
They use her Lucky Charm, and get a vacuum. She turns it on.
And then they destroy the school.
Use the yoyo the slice through the concrete like it’s butter, like the yoyo is a lightsaber. They use her supernatural strength to turn that concrete into dust.
Every square inch of the building is reduced, very quickly, into dust. Dust which gets sucked up the instant it’s small enough into the Lucky Charm vacuum, so that it can’t get blown around by the wind and pose a danger to anyone or anything.
By the time she is done, there is nothing except different colored patches of tiled flooring to show that a building ever stood where her school used to be.
She turns the vacuum off.
She goes back to her house to detransform and retransform beore her timer counts down, and now that she is retransformed and Tikki re-fueled, they have no timer, though the Lucky Charm remains.
Then she moves onto the next school, a few blocks away.
Chat Noir shows up to stop her, enraged far beyond anything she would think reasonable or deserved, and it doesn’t take any effort at all to subdue him. She’s fought him too many times to ever lose to him. And without her there to stop him from making mistakes, he’s brash and bullheaded and wouldn’t know strategy if it hit him over the head. She tied him up with her yoyo and snaps his baton in half within thirty seconds flat.
And after thinking about it for a second, she reaches for his Miraculous.
Because Chat Noir is not the sort of person she can trust to help her, and this latest stunt is the straw the breaks the camel’s back. She could handle it when it was just her being affected, but now he’s putting the lives of everyone at risk, more blatantly than ever before, and that, that she cannot take.
For once in his life, Chat Noir does something intelligent.
Before she can grab his Miraculous to take it from him, he casts Cataclysm.
But unlike him, she isn’t on a timer. And he has no way of escaping.
It takes exactly five minutes for him to be forcibly transformed back, and yes, she’s surprised to see Adrien, but not as surprised or distress as she would have been if he hadn’t already shown his true colors. If all her friendly feelings towards him hadn’t already turned to burning hatred.
She takes the ring with ease, though he puts up a struggle, and the exhausted Plagg disappears into wherever Kwami go when their Miraculous isn’t being powered by a human soul.
She puts the ring in her yoyo rather than equipping it. Plagg deserves a chance to rest.
She leaves Adrien, crying, shouting, raging, there, in the ruins of a school whose name she doesn’t know, the sort of deathtrap he would sentence her and all of her friends and millions more kids they will never meet to, while he and his only friend, Chloe, had the privileged of staying home safe.
And she moves on to the next school.
And she doesn’t stop until every school in Paris is destroyed. And the only reason she stops when she gets to the invisible boundaries separating Paris from other nearby cities is that the sun is rising, and she’s tired, and she’s hungry.
She has time to go back home and sleep and eat.
The schools aren’t set to reopen for another three months.
The next day, there’s nothing to stop her from going out of Paris and destroying every school building she comes across, still with that first Lucky Charm, still with the ability to reset everything back to the way it was. But not yet.
And she finds, when she reaches the next city, that people have watched her, and taken her example to heart.
The civilians are already destroying the schools, so that they cannot be reopened. So that their children cannot be sacrificed and their blood used to oil the machine that is capitalism.
And it doesn’t take long before other cities, other countries, start doing the same.
Because buildings can be rebuilt.
But you cannot bring people back from the dead.
The only way to fix a tragedy is to prevent it from happening in the first place.
If schools are reopened before it is actually safe, children will die. Teachers will die. Children will infect their families. Everything will get worse.
Do not send your children to school.
Do not allow your school to be opened.
Do not go to school.
Don’t let it happen.
Protest. Strike. Graffiti the walls with inappropriate things that must be removed before the building can reopen. Throw every wrench you can into the cogs.
Do not sign the waiver they send you that says you will not hold the school or the city accountable if your child gets sick or dies.
Hold them accountable.
And don’t let it happen at all.
Do not get in the car when your parents try to drive you to school.
Do not get on the bus.
They can punish you, but you will be alive.
Organize with your friends, you classmates. Stage walk-outs. Refuse to enter the building.
Do not let the schools reopen in the middle of this fucking pandemic. If you are a teacher, principle, secretary, nurse, JANITOR, strike. If you are a student, protest. If you are a parent, keep your kids home.
WE have the power to stop this tragedy from happening.
All we have to do is use it.
Do what is right. Even if it’s scary. Even if you’ll get in trouble.
The alternative is worse.
We don’t have a superhero to save us. We only have ourselves. And we can stop it if we work together.
okay, so:
Rachel is literally one of the richest people in the country…all she had to do was say her full name and that chauffeur in botl immediately cancelled on his client to drive her and her friends around. When you add her wealth and status to the fact that she’s very outspoken about her family’s entire business and organizes and promotes multiple protests and does performance art…like. she’s popular online. no doubt.
Piper’s dad is supposed to be like, the hottest guy in Hollywood, and even though those girls from the wilderness school didn’t recognize her, he doesn’t really strike me as the type of celebrity parent to shield her from the media or events- he wants her to enjoy and take advantage of the privilege she has. I’m sure he’s got her plastered all over his social media and takes her as his date to every red carpet premiere. When you take into account she’s a Troubled Youth™, I’m sure gossip mags and anyone who likes celebrity kids is obsessed with her.
Annabeth, since Magnus is ‘’’’dead’’’’, is legally the sole heir to her family’s entire fortune, and technically owns the building that Blitz and Hearth are running that wonderful homeless youth shelter out of. I’m sure that will get her some media coverage.
And then we’ve got…Percy, the kid everyone remembers blew up the St. Louis Arch and I’m SURE there are still debates about whether he was really a hostage or not years later. Frank, who’s grandmother was a wealthy business woman, who hasn’t been seen since his family’s estate mysteriously exploded. Thalia and Jason, who are literally the missing children of a disgraced Hollywood starlet. Don’t you think this could…get messy?
Like…Percy popping up on Rachel and Annabeth’s instagrams, and people who recognize him are just like ‘hey what the fuck’, and internet sleuths who have been obsessed with that case look further into it, and realize Annabeth was also involved in the mysterious kidnapping/terrorist streak, then looking further into her and realizing…apart from her and her nuclear family, everyone she’s related to has died under very mysterious circumstances? Magnus was pulled out of a river with a hole burned into his abdomen. Randolph’s wife and children drowned at sea, Randolph was thrown down a cavern or something, Magnus’ mother was mauled by wolves in her apartment in the middle of Boston…like hello? Then they realize there’s no record of Annabeth like, existing, between the ages of 7 and 12, and…does this bitch even have a birth certificate? Her father’s a notable professor and author, but there’s no mention of her mother anywhere, not even a single picture, and when pressed his life long friends said he just showed up with a baby one day, without even having ever mentioned he was seeing a woman…so this baby just? appeared? one day, with no warning, and now she’s an heiress who owns a homeless shelter in a city she doesn’t live in? what the fuck? The internet sleuths started out trying to crack the mystery of the Arch Bombing and somehow opened up a whole other can of worms.
Oh, right- the bomber! How does Percy Jackson know Rachel Elizabeth Dare?! The conspiracy theorists are worried about that- maybe it wasn’t a kidnapping, maybe the kid really was on a crime spree, and now maybe Rachel is looking to take her protests up to a new level and is looking at this criminal mastermind for help. Some weirdo who knows how to use a facial recognition program and has too much time on his hands identifies them both as being present at the Hoover Dam Riots from a few years ago- the riot that lead to the destruction of those angel statues! The sleuths are then able to pull up an article tying both of them to an explosion at their high school- but with Rachel’s father’s wealth and Percy’s stepfather being a respected teacher there, it’s no wonder charges were dropped! They then find some other weird, buried reports- Rachel stealing a helicopter and flying it into Manhattan? Rachel appearing to have deranged, mysterious ‘episodes’ in the middle of class? Wait, what the fuck- Percy’s school principal reported him as a missing person, and his mother and stepfather were uncooperative with the police investigation? Then Percy showed up 8 months later and claimed his aunt kidnapped him, but wouldn’t give the police any information past that?
So the sleuths start digging into those 8 months- there’s security camera footage showing Percy, looking haggard and homeless, stealing a cop car? around the area of that huge explosion in Rome? spotted all around Greece in the days before the bombing at the Parthenon? What the fuck?
Then, holy shit- they find footage of him and missing teen Frank Zhang getting onto a private plane less than 20 minutes after the Zhang estate was blown up?? These conspiracy theorists aren’t even barely ready for this rabbit hole. The Zhang kid isn’t very active on social media, but combing through Percy Jackson’s pages they’re able to find a few images of him. Recent, post-estate bombing ones. Most of them appear to be goofy selfies with Percy and an unidentified girl that was also spotted on the security footage with them, but there’s one group shot that catches everyone’s eyes- because apart from featuring the weird Chase girl, what the fuck is that Tristan McLean’s daughter????
So they start combing through Piper’s pages- she’s more active than the Zhang kid, but apart from posting her mugshots with goofy captions, going on rants about meat-eaters, and posting videos of her dad being weird, she doesn’t have a lot of information. Except…one internet sleuth that joined this internet search party swears she recognizes a boy that pops up in a lot of pics on her instagram. Some more digging and they got it- it’s Leo Valdez, the kid who was accused of killing his mother! He’s got some cousins that have been trying to clear his name for years now, but they haven’t been able to find him because he keeps running from foster homes, they have a whole page dedicated to people trying to track him down! They contact the Valdez family members, and they’re elated to find out he’s alive and safe- but then it becomes a question of how does he know Piper McLean and what was he doing with her, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Frank Zhang in Greece around the time of the Parthenon bombing???
They start looking into the other two teenagers pictured with the group in Greece- they can’t find anything on the young girl, other than the Jackson kid referring to her as ‘Hazel’ in some of his posts, but the other boy…
He’s not very active online- just some aesthetic coffee shop pics, a few blurry selfies, and designs for what appears to be an architecture project at his school. But his username is ‘*disgraced*’, he’s called ‘Jay’ and ‘Jason’ in posts by his friends, he’s got blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a very specific scar on his lip…
THE TRUE CRIME COMMUNITY IS FLIPPING THEIR FUCKING SHIT. DID THEY JUST FIND BERYL GRACE’S MISSING SON AFTER 15 FUCKING YEARS?!?!?!
Sleuths completely drop the bomb plot at this fucking point, and put all their energy in finding out if this is The Jason Grace, and- they literally can’t find a record of this person before he suddenly started appearing on Piper McLean’s and Leo Valdez’ media profiles. It looks like all his social accounts were started in August of the year he would’ve turned sixteen. But he’s the right age, he looks close to the computer generated age-up pictures made for the case, and- holy shit someone found a picture on Percy Jackson’s instagram of Jason and a girl called Thalia!
People are losing their minds- this girl looks a lot younger than the 20-something Thalia should be, but Beryl Grace was known for her innocent baby-faced look, so that can explain the difference between her and the aged-up picture. Same striking blue eyes as the boy next to her, same freckle pattern splashed across her nose, same raven hair and sharp smile that made her one of Hollywood’s biggest beauties before she could even talk properly.
She doesn’t seem to have any social media herself, but pops up in quite a few of Jackson’s and the Chase girl’s pictures. Once Beryl Grace’s old friends, who have been searching for her children for years, see the picture of the smiling siblings together, it’s nothing but tears. They’re insistent that these are absolutely the Grace siblings, and are begging the police in charge of their case to track them down. They want to know they’re safe! And the rest of the world wants answers! Where have they been for all these years!
And how are they connected to what appears to be an ongoing bombing/murder/money grabbing plot????
what is going on here?!?!?!
All this information gets dragged up in less than a month. People are going full Pepe Silvia level crazy trying to piece everything together. Netflix has already announced a conspiracy documentary about the hunt for the truth about this band of kids and what their end goal is.
Chiron’s just sitting at Camp Halfblood watching all this shit go down like:
Annabeth’s little brothers Bobby and Matthew are going Full Feral Gen Z online to fan the flames of conspiracy, “oh yeah the first time we met Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace they stole our dad’s car and drove it off a mountain”, “one time Annie stabbed a man in front of us”, they post a tik tok of what appears to be Annabeth and Percy drenched in blood and dust cleaning off weapons??? They set an ABBA song over it??? Everyone’s losing their minds but then one day on a live stream people start asking if they know Why their sister and her friends are like this and they just dead pan, ‘oh, they’re all demigods. the ancient gods are all real and it just gets messy for their kids sometimes, Annie’s mom is Athena-” and everyone is like ah. they’re just assholes feeding us false information. (they still post tik toks like ‘put a finger down if one time your sister took you out for ice cream but then this weird man who would later hold the titan kronos in his body showed up and begged her to run away with him so he could avoid the kronos thing even though she was like 15 and he was an adult and then she pulled out a knife and told him she should slit his throat after all he’s put her through but then he called her out on her bluff but still accepted the rejection and left and then she offered to get you a second helping of ice cream if you didn’t tell your parents about that whole thing and then later the ice cream parlor was attacked by a snake woman’ lmao)
Anyway, desktop detectives keep pressuring the police and the fbi and whoever the fuck to look into this whole thing deeper and make some arrests, but they can’t, because while everything that’s been surfaced is suspicious, it’s all circumstantial. The only ones that actually have arrest records are Piper and Leo( and Leo’s was without evidence, as his cousins are still fighting to get the case reopened!), all charges on Percy and Rachel have already been dropped or overturned, there’s absolutely nothing physically connecting Annabeth and her father to their family’s deaths, Frank was never actually a suspect in his family’s fire and while the footage with Percy was suspicious it wasn’t illegal, and they still haven’t been able to physically produce the Grace Siblings or even get a phone number for either of them, so like….all that plus the occasional intervention of the Mist, even though it absolutely looks like this is a whole criminal master plot…they can’t prove it! Just taking a group picture on a boat in Greece isn’t enough to legally claim they bombed the Parthenon!
This all comes to a head when the Netflix docuseries premieres, full of the online theorists who pieced this whole puzzle together but where unable to find the last piece that would connect the whole plot and make it make sense….
Percy Jackson films a video of him and all his friends who are fingered in the docuseries watching and reacting to it. They think it’s completely hilarious. He posts the video to his youtube channel (which Sally later Murders him for) and it’s the top trending video for like…half a fucking year.
like…the drama. the mess. the conspiracy. I want it.
She's a lil' thief
Batfamily: *Somehow watching the TV like a normal family, Mari is cross-legged on the floor*
TV: Reports of a new cat theme thief has taken Gotham by storm, jewelry owners are encouraged to lock down their shops...
Batfamily, aside from Jason: *Stares at Jason*
Jason: *Looks down at Mari* Really funny guys, but it wasn't me. You're going to assume its me because I control the underground.
Marinette: *slides out from under their noses as Jason speaks only Alfred sees her*
Jason: You know, I have half the mind to report any of you to Gordon, but why do I want lose the blackmail material I have on you.
Marinette: *Takes Damian's katana, Tim's coffee mug (it was almost empty), Dick's motorcycle keys, and Bruce's sunglasses*
Jason: Like seriously, you're letting the actual thief get away with your stuff... You all disgust me.
Marinette: *Nowhere in the room, but there is a flash of light outside the window*
Jason: *Proudly smile as the batfam looks confused*
TV: Breaking news! The GCPD is on a high speed chase with the alleged cat themed thief in what looks to be on a black sports bike... and is that a katana on their back...what will they steal next?
Dick: That looks like my bike.
Damian: That's my katana!
Tim: *confused as he looks at where his cup was formerly placed at* Where's my coffee mug?
Bruce: *Sighs on the verge of breaking down*
Hello my chocolatiers I’m back and as sleep deprived as ever. So this is a different take on mlb x dc brotp au.
So this is set when Connor is about 16/17 and he is in Paris on a solo mission. When he discovers a Cadmus facility. He quickly destroys it but while in there he finds another Superman clone. Only this clone is a little girl. She looks to be about 5. He has a sister. He takes her out of there, but is conflicted on what to do. He doesn’t want her to go through what he did when he was found by the Justice League.
So he walked around Paris until he met Tom and Sabine. They got to talking and he told them that his parents recently died and he isn’t in a position to take care of his baby sister. He loves her to pieces and wants to be apart of her life, but he just isn’t able to take care of her. Tom and Sabine end up adopting marinette and semi adopting Connor. Connor visits whenever he can. He sends her letters, calls, and is a big part of her life.
Marinette becomes ladybug, but she doesn’t tell Connor. Connor knows about Hawkmoth, but due to certain circumstances he can’t do anything. He does tell Marinette to try contacting the Justice League. They would be able to help the local hero’s.
Not long after this Connor is swampt with mission after mission or he is training for a while. Lila comes to the class and makes marinette miserable.
[[More]]
One day Connor got a call from Tom and Sabine. They tell him that recently Marinette has been acting out and causing trouble. She has been bullying a kid at school and almost got expelled. They love her, but they feel that a change of scenery would help Marinette calm down. They ask him to take Marinette in.
Connor pauses and asks them what they plan to do if he isn’t able to take her. They don’t speak for a moment, but then admit to looking into disciplinary school out of Paris.
Connor tells them to give him some time. He then calls his team. He tells them everything. He asks them who he should go to about this. Having his sister stay with him. He doesn’t want her to be treated like a monster by the Justice League members.
Then someone gave the brilliant idea of not telling their mentors. So Connor sneaks her into the Young Justice League headquarters and explains to her about where they came from. This baffales her. And as she is processing all of this she makes the connections of her brother being apart of the league. Then she gets angry because he told her the league would help paris, but they didn’t. Paris has been ignored and treated as a joke. She literally yeets Connor across the room.
This confuses Connor because the League is supposed to look into every claim. He holds his sister as she cries about Paris, her classmates turning against her, her parents not believing her. He lets her tire out and once she’s asleep he goes to find out why the League didn’t help. He goes to Dick to see if the League even got a video or letter. After a while he brings some food and water to Marinette only to see Tikki hovering above Marinette. “AHHHHHHH GIANT BUG MOUSE!” Connor yelled. He drops the food as he rushes to keep his sister safe from this strange creature.
It takes a while but Marinette and Tikki calm him down. This is how he discovers she is a hero. “Of course OF FUCKING COURSE! It’s genetic, it has to be!” Red is also apparently a genetic thing because now that they came out about being hero’s. She redesigns his “costume” he tries to give his ideas but she just glared. Capes and outer underwear are forbidden. He mentioned it once and he was glared at so hard Marinette shot lasers from her eyes. This scared everybody.
This is how she meets the rest of the team. They hear Connor’s scream and goes to investigate. (They totally ignore the laser holes in the walls). And now they get new costumes. Mush more adaptable. It blends into their environment. Much more professional than the League.
Marinette low key steals Connor’s super boy shirt. It’s now hers. No one can take it back.
She is still enrolled at DuPont but does online classes. Great grades. She still commissions for Jagged, she uses the horse miraculous to go back and forth.
The team adores her. They try to have a weekly video game day, which marinette is one of the top players. Wally and Dick enjoy her baking. Artemis trains marinette. Kaldur and Marinette meditate and do yoga. M’ghann and Marinette enjoy having girl days and doing girlie stuff together. Jason and Roy teach Marinette about toxic relationships, how to spot it from an outside perspective, or if she is in one herself. This helps her realize how she was treating adrien was bad and how chat noir treats her.
Roy and Jason maybe the “bad boy” but they drink their respect women juice.
Damian and Jon DONT know about Marinette. None of the older hero’s (mentors) know about her. Batman doesn’t know about her.
To be continued
Marinette Career Day AU
What about an AU about career day. Twice a month a student from Bustier’s class brings in a family member (mom/dad/granda/aunt/cousin/sister/brother) whoever they want to speak about their chosen jobs.
Marinette’s turn is coming is coming up but Marinette’s parents have the opportunity of a lifetime so she doesn’t tell them. Her grandparents are busy too. Instead, since her parents aren’t active on Social Media she bemoans the fact on twitter.
Not realizing just how many of her clients/celebrity friends/pen pals so called “Aunts and Uncles” would read this and decide this JUST WILL NOT STAND.
Cue Jagged Stone kicking opening the door to Marinette’s class only to find Clara Nightengale already giving an excellent speech, and then being put out because he has to wait in line between an Avenger and Lena Luthor but at least he wasn’t last. (That would be a very put out looking man who called himself the Doctor)
It could be worse though. At least he didn’t have to follow up Lois Lane. That would a very put out group of FBI Agents, from something called the BAU, who kept eyeing an oblivious Loki suspiciously. A pretty dark haired woman kept reminding a stern looking guy named Hotch they didn’t have Jurisdiction in France. While the rest of their team lost their shit over Spencer discussing psychology with Harley Quinn.
Basically just a bunch of celebrities crashing Marinette’s career day and Marinette just being so done with the world
Salty or not, i’m good either way
@virgil-is-a-cutie
Damian’s Sister
So I read @unmaskedagain‘s Lady Noire In Gotham and @monkeebratz‘s SMOL DAMIEN MARIBAT AU. Which created this idea.
A tad bit of background info.
Marinette, as well as most of the class, is between 15 and 16.
Damian has barely turned 11, having spent barely a year with the Wayne’s, so some of the things that they are teaching him are slowly root in his mind, which is why in the beginning he will come across as a bit of a lost boy. Not entirely sure of himself but sure of what he wants.
Marinette has the Black Cat Miraculous, and is notorious among everyone in her class for taking phones. Everyone just laughs about it whenever a phone is missing because it is most likely with Marinette.
*Line Break Inc.*
Marinette sighed as she looked around her classmates, everyone very unimpressed. They all realize that their lives are at stake and that a gun is being pointed at Marinette’s head. But Marinette wasn’t panicking, so why should they?
Marinette wasn’t panicking because she realizes that she had died before. While they aren’t pleasant memories, she still knows how it is to die, and she doesn’t panic just because some villain thinks that they can have a large pay day from the people in her class, from the French government.
Only thing is that they never negotiate with terrorist.
So, no. Marinette was not worried. Not for her life. For her parents, yes, she is worried for them. But not her life.
Marinette looked back to her class and see that the men that have surrounded the class with guns, weren’t paying attention to their guns, very much. Allowing Plagg to slip in and go through the guns, doing whatever it is that Plagg will do to cause luck on their side.
“Hey,” The class president called to her class. Every single one of their eyes turned to her, while also keeping an eye on the men in front of them. The men also turn their entire attention on the young Parisian fully ignoring their guns at that point. “Have we or have we not survived akuma after akuma?” The teens straightened their backs and looked more defiant. “And how did we survive them?” Marinette saw Alya and Cholé smirk before the two and every other female kicked the men in front of them, in the pelvic.
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Smol Damien Maribat Au
this is such a random idea but imagine: 11 year old Damien seeing 15 year old Marinette transform into Ladybug. Or detransform. This girl who took his moody ass preteen agnst with a smile and offered him cookies and fenced with him and was actually almost decent. This girl who, upon the class/school being kidnapped by X Rogue Gallery Villain (Probably the Riddler. Or Penguin. Someone low-key not going to murder her. but that’s not the point.) Sacrificing herself up to deal with whatever weird mind-games they had in store, giving Damien time to contact Bruce. This girl who then kicked ass and took names and reversed the damage but still checked on everybody else.
Damien thinks about the Hero Rules his father has tried to instill in him. Thinks about Marinette. Ignores her frantic freaking out and trying to explain and just. Takes her hand. Takes her back to Wayne Manor.
“We have a sister now.”
“holy shit its fucking GENETIC. BRUCE. BRUUUCE! THE DEMON SPAWN KIDNAPPED A GIRL!”
“he wHAT?!”
And Bruce is like. Damien. Son. You can’t just kidnap girls, no matter how much you like them. Or how heroic you think they are. He’s sure her family, the family she’ll be going back to in a few weeks, the family in PARIS, will miss her.
And somehow Damien weasels in visits? Back and forth? And Marinette coos over him bc he didn’t really spill her secret like she asked and she’s very grateful and Damien is adorable. She likes her new baby brother.
Jason wonders what the hell kind of powers Mari has to reign in the Demon Spawn into something vaguely resembling a real human child.
Tim is looking between Damien, Bruce, and Marinette, and wondering if it is, in fact, genetic. This is just kinda suspect.
Dick is cackling like HELL YEAH NEW SISTER! BABY BRO AND BABY SIS HE’S SO READY! LETS BOND!
Alfred just sighs but takes it in stride. Mentally starts picking out Mari’s new room and costume. Though apparently she designs? Perhaps she’ll convince the family to have a costume revamp. (She absolutely does. Their costumes offend her delicate sensibilities.)
Also Damien just shows up and commends Tom and Sabine on raising Mari and they’re? Confused? But okay.
They have a son now. They feed him all the things.
Damien also gets the Rooster Miraculous when he’s in Paris so he can run around with Ladybug. And kicks Chat in the shin. Often. That’s HIS sister, don’t flirt with his sister! This is completely unprofessional. Robin would make a much better Chat Noir. Replace him.
Mari is just long suffering. Bundles up her baby brother and gives him lots of snuggles while he pouts and protests. He is a mighty assassin! He does not need sisterly affection! … Though science shows that hugs are proven to increase serotonin levels so he SUPPOSES she can continue. He needs all the good feelings he can in Paris.
Chat wonders where the hell this little bundle of feathers came from and if his Lady will be mad if he tosses him off the side of the Eiffel Tower.
You've all heard of "Batman accidentally uses his suave playboy voice instead of his intimidating growly one while interrogating a thug" but now I present you: BATMAN ACCIDENTALLY USES HIS TIRED DAD™ VOICE.
I-been-working-on-this-case-for-76-hours-straight-Batman: *sigh* what did you do
Suddenly-guilty-feeling-Riddler: I can explain
Damian, the baby assassin, Dupain-Cheng (Part 1)
Summary: Marinette adopts Damian, The only problem is that Damian does not want to be adopted. Can Marinette give Damian the childhood he would have never gotten if he´d stayed in the league?
A/N: So this was supposed to be a onshot for “It´s called rescuing not kidnapping” but I have no self control so this will have several parts.
Ao3
If there was one thing Marinette learned from hawkmoth’s rule all those years ago is to expect the unexpected.
Unexpected things happen at the most unexpected times
Like becoming a superheroine after helping an old man cross the street…
… or kidnapping the heir of the league of assassins during her morning shift.
Though in Marinette’s defense it was more rescuing than kidnapping. Since it was The League of Assassins
So yeah, rescuing…. Not kidnapping
Marinette’s closest friends liked to joke that the Dupain-Cheng family had a habit of adopting people to the point that would make Bruce, the serial adopter, Wayne shudder.
And well Marinette couldn’t exactly say they were wrong.
After all, most of them had been adopted at some point into the family.
And also there was a child sleeping in her living room.
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I know the popular take is Batman's rogues getting their butts handed to them by Bruce Wayne, and I'm not belittling that, because that's really funny for all stated reasons?
But how about a new take: most of Batman's rogues call him off limits, because they find out he is their benefactor, when/if they try to reform?
Mr Freeze won't touch him because when he's in Arkham, Bruce is the one who finances the research to help Nora Fries.
Poison Ivy won't touch him because he had been the one supplying her with plants, while in prison.
Harley won't touch him because he's just a great guy an' gotham needs guys like that.
Riddler won't touch him because he was the secret backer that time Eddie tried to open a detective agency.
Croc won't touch him because he's one of the few people who ever talks to him like a person.
Deadshot refuses any hits on him because he found out Wayne does a lot of secret work for people down on their luck who made bad mistakes.