#jasonette

side note the sketch for this was veeeeerry rough. trying something a little new by sketching really really quick and moving into color first, then adding lines as needed. trying to preserve that initial movement/gesture from my sketches without the perfectionism and hyperfixation that comes from trying to refine it to death lol

BINGO! John Constantine!

John takes Marinette on as an apprentice due to her magical infinity and lack of a teacher with Fu getting magic amnesia. And, of course, he gets attached to the girl!

Bonus points if it's an au where the class "all" believes Lie-la.

Somehow, she meets the league, and there's the usual shenanigans of John being soft and Mari being a little shit(tm).

And a little Maribat sprinkled in to drive both B and John insane :)

Preferably Damianette or Jasonette (they're my fav...), but Tim works too (they fuel eachothers coffee addictions)

But with Tim my bf suggested ""the best friends so close no one can tell if they're actually dating or not" 'cept Jay, of course."

Will I write this?... maybe, don't get your hopes up, I've already got Paint the City Red I'm working on.

Can someone else write this? YES! Please tag me!!!! Or link the fic!!!!

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Daminette:

Heirs ➝ WIP The Emotional Turmoil of Damian Wayne ➝ Complete The Emotional Turmoil of Marinette Dupain-Cheng ➝ Complete Multiple Ferrets Are a Business ➝ Complete Business Utilities ➝ Complete Risky Business ➝ Complete A Friend In the Business: A Companion Piece ➝ Complete

Timari:

To Be a Hot Mess, Together ➝ Complete The Batcave Incident (And Other Poor Life Choices) ➝ WIP

Jasonette:

Rented, Not Bought ➝ Complete The (Faulty) Last Resort ➝ WIP

Dickinette:

The Weight of Regret ➝ Complete The Prettiest Imposter ➝ WIP

Cassette:

Worth A Thousand Words ➝ Complete

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Love Always,

After a moment, a woman, he silently congratulated himself on calling that, with long dark hair emerged from the driver’s side door.  Her long, white skirt flared out as a gust of wind hit, striking a stark contrast against the darkening night as if the night wanted to focus all attention on her.

He almost just drove by her.  If she was coming to see Brucie Wayne, it would be a shame to deprive him of the opportunity to swoop in as an overdramatic civilian hero and amaze her with his magnanimity.  But as he got closer, he saw her gaze around uncertainly, pulling her cardigan closer around her, her wide eyes darting toward the sky like she was searching for something.

She was in luck though.  It wasn’t going to rain on her.  Gotham hadn’t seen a clearer night in years.  If she was going to break down, it was actually a pretty good night for it.  Amazing setting to be rescued.

When she turned her eyes toward him, somehow meeting his gaze even through his helmet, his mind was made up for him.  He pulled to a stop next to her car and took off his helmet to meet her gaze unobstructed.  “Car trouble?”

For a few moments the only sound was the crickets surrounding them, singing their final songs before sleep.  Her eyes were locked on his and the longer it lasted, the darker the blush on her cheeks became.  Finally, after a few seconds, he allowed a raised eyebrow at her, though he suppressed the smirk that wanted to burst through.  The movement shook her out of her stupor.  “Hm?  Oh!  Oh, no.  I’m here to see the Perseids!” she explained.

Jason blinked at her.  Of all the things he had expected, that was not one of them.  He looked her up and down, letting his eyes linger slightly.  She didn’t look like she was dressed to search for an obscure animal.  “And the Perseids are…” he prompted.

“At peak tonight!” she exclaimed excitedly.  Any shyness she may have displayed earlier was completely lost.  Her hands started moving rapidly, seemingly not even in time with her words and her body was shimmying about.  “And it’s a new moon.  And it’s completely clear skies.  Who knows when conditions like this will appear again!  And you can’t see them in the city.  There’s too many lights.  My friend recommended I try here.”  She motioned toward the field and started examining the area like she was creating a plan of attack.  “They’re supposed to be really inspiring and…” she let out a breath before turning back and meeting his gaze again, “… I could use some inspiration right now.”

He nodded with a hum at her observation.  Now that she mentioned it, he had heard something about that.  The Watchtower was packed with people, and aliens, who wanted to see them closer.  Unfortunately for her, she was confined to the Earth.  And he had to agree, the field was a much better spot to see the sky than anything in Gotham, though still not ideal.  “I hope you find it inspiring then.”

He looked around dubitably.  Hopefully that’s all she found out there.  “Kind of isolated out here though.”

She raised an eyebrow at his observation and, hearing it out loud, he could see how that could be taken wrong.  He raised his hands in supplication.  “I’m a Gothamite.  I’m always suspicious.  Just be careful.  If something happens, there’s a house that way.”  He motioned vaguely up the road.  “There’s a gate, but if you buzz. They’ll let you in.”

She scoffed.  “If something happens, I’m getting back in my car and running over the something.”

Jason barked out a laugh.  She was full of surprises.  Beautiful, sweet, a bit violent, funny…  He shook his head and put his helmet back on but kept his visor up so he could maintain their eye contact as long as possible.  “Have fun.  Maybe if I get done before you leave, I’ll run into you again.”

She nodded, a small smile back on her lips, like it belonged there, and Jason decided he quite liked seeing it there.  Though her excited smile from earlier seemed to fit her better.  “Thank you.  I think I’d like that.”

Luckily, his visor hid the goofy grin her statement caused, though he suspected she could tell judging by the way her smile widened.  He pushed down his visor and started his bike.  “Good luck.”  He couldn’t be positive, but he thought she might have snorted at that.  When he glanced back at her before taking off again, it was a different smile on her lips, an impish and teasing, despite having nobody to tease.  He shook his head and pulled away.

Curiouser and curiouser.

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This was the worst night of Jason’s life.

Not only was this research completely fruitless, with every dead-end he hit, Jason’s mind reminded him that he could be out watching the stars with a smoking hot chick.  Instead, he was at the batcomputer, cursing so many things; his luck, the Riddler for having apparently learned to cover his tracks and not leave evidence, for once, and the stupid name for the batcomputer.

Dick had been given too much naming power when he started and Bruce needed to grow a spine with his kids and say no occasionally… to someone other than just him.

He let out a frustrated breath.  Maybe she’d still be there if he left now…

His daydream, if you could call it that at night, was interrupted before he could fantasize what he could do with the woman, who’s name he was also cursing himself for not getting.  He shot up in his chair at a flash of white on the cave exit cameras.

None of the animals around the area were white.  There should be nothing white around the batcave entrance.  He brought up the internal cave cameras and started panning back and forth, his mouth going dry at the sight.

As if his thoughts somehow manifested her, the woman from earlier was there.  Standing in the batcave looking just as gorgeous as she had along the road, but now soaked, sans cardigan and even from his distance, he could see her shivers, despite her arms being wrapped around her chest like it could stave off the cold in lieu of her cardigan.  Her previously flowy skirt hung heavy and clung to her legs, moving awkwardly with each tentative step.

He stared at her as she slowly made her way further into the cave with tentative, unsure movements, trying to figure out how she had found the entrance, before she got far enough to turn the final bend in the road and he would no longer be hidden.

The entrance was expertly hidden.  Someone would have to look very intently for a long time to find it, or had been following them when they returned from patrol.  And that was so unlikely, it was laughable.  Maybe if she was in the League or a competent rogue, who had enough history with them to have had searched in the past, he could believe she found it, but that was almost as laughable as someone following them back.  That woman didn’t look remotely threatening, or even look like she was pretending not to be threatening, a ruse he was a bit too familiar with women pulling on them, sometimes successfully, thanks to Dick.

But she was either the world’s greatest actress or she really was just that lucky to have just stumbled onto the entrance, apparently while running from something based on her hesitant movements.  But more than that, they were fearful, which may be expected of someone who wandered into a massive cave like this, but the way she kept moving further into the cave seemed like she was moving away from something rather than towards it.

Her movements were steeped in fear.  She would take a moment to look around her in wonder, but then the wonder would turn to fear as her eyes darted over her shoulder.  Then the pattern would repeat every few seconds.  Each time her eyes darted, she would move closer to the sides of the cave wall, like she thought it could hide her, as though her stark white dress didn’t announce her presence like a candle in the shadows.

He leaned closer to the monitor to analyze her better, his chair squeaking quietly at the movement, but in the quiet of the cave, or perhaps the paranoia clinging to her, the noise was enough to draw her attention.  Her head whipped toward his area of the cave, still not able to see him quite yet.

Her movements slowed even more as she padded toward him until she edged around the bend in the road.  As soon as she saw him, her eyes widened comically and her body tensed in shock.  “Oh shit,” she uttered, no louder than his chair squeak, but loud enough to echo through the cave.

She started to back away from him but whirled around when a noise sounded behind her.  Whatever fear or shock she’d felt upon seeing him appeared to have been forgotten, which was, frankly, a bit insulting.  He may not have been wearing his full Red Hood regalia, such as his helmet, but he was still in his suit and domino mask, or at least his shirt and domino mask, and he had never needed the helmet to intimidate.

He moved swiftly, crossing the considerable distance in a few nearly silent moves, though apparently, not silent enough because she whipped around as he landed a few feet away from her.  She jerked back at seeing him, her eyes darted between him and where he had been moments before.  She pointed toward the old spot, opened her mouth and closed it a few times. 

Before she could formulate a question, another noise, like a rock falling sounded throughout the cave and she snapped her head toward the entrance again.  She shrank away from the cave entrance, inadvertently moving closer to him, her breath coming in short pants.

He looked past her searching the dark for any indications of intruders, but he saw none, just the regular cave noises.  He hummed not loudly, but apparently just loud enough to drag her attention back to him.  She whipped back toward him, close enough to her now her face almost met his chest.  She batted him away.  “Stop doing that!” she huffed.

She let out a frustrated breath and pushed her sopping wet bangs out of her face.  This close, he could see not just the shivers she’d somewhat managed to contain, but also the goosebumps along her arms.  Her eyes drifted for just a second past him to where he was before then snapped back to him.  “Are you a Super?  You moved really fast.”

He scoffed loudly but before he could make fun of her for such an insulting insinuation, her eyes settled on something behind him.  “Is that the Batmobile?  Wait, are you Batman?”

His face scrunched with disgust at the suggestion.  He thought the ‘super’ comment was insulting.  This was character assassination.  “God no!”

She apparently considered this to be the wrong answer as she took a step back when he said it, but she clearly just didn’t realize that ‘no’ was a significantly better answer than ‘yes’ would have been because first, Batman would be a lot angrier about a stranger being in the batcave.  And second, if he was Batman, she would be dealing with Bruce and that was a torture nobody deserved.  “Wh… who are you then?” she stuttered out.

“Lucky for you, not Batman,” he scoffed.

“You said that already,” she replied with a forced calmness that wasn’t remotely convincing, even less so when she took another step back.

There was the intimidation he’d been looking for, but it felt wrong.  The fear in her eyes didn’t belong there.  He sighed and straightened up.  He didn’t like it there, but he would use it, because there were still pressing questions he needed to have answered.  “Red Hood,” he answered curtly.  He stepped closer, looming over her without having to try.  “Your turn,” he growled.  “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m not here on purpose,” she snapped, fear instantly disappearing as she straightened up as well, though it barely made a difference.  “I don’t even know where I am,”

“Why did you come here?” he repeated.

The defiant fire in her eyes instantly doused at a loud sound near the entrance again.  She whipped her head toward the sound, her entire body language shifting from impudent to fearful.  Her shoulders curled in on themselves and her head lowered.  Her breath came harder even as she wrapped her arms around herself in an ineffectual attempt at self-soothing.  But he noticed she didn’t do it in a manipulative way, a way that pushed her chest up, which was definitely something the women he knew would do when trying to distract or garner sympathy.  It wasn’t absolute evidence of her innocence, but it certainly lent credence to it.

Jason cleared his throat quietly to get her out of her head, effectively, as it turned out.  She continued facing the entrance but her eyes darted over to him in acknowledgement.  “A sweet guy I ran into earlier said if I had any issues I should head this direction for a house.”  Jason barely stopped himself from raising a shocked eyebrow and blushing at the description, because all kinds of adjectives had been used to describe him, but nobody described him as ‘sweet’.  “I didn’t see a house,” she continued oblivious to his reaction, “but I found a waterfall.  I was just going to hide behind it but then found whatever this is.”

An involuntary shiver wracked her body and her breath caught for just a second before she continued again as though nothing happened, her arms wrapping tighter around herself the only evidence it had.  “I was just trying to find a different exit that would lead me away from him.  Oh!” she perked up suddenly, her eyes snapping to him.  “Is this your lair?  Who knew Red Hood had a lair?”  She looked around quickly taking in the area again.  She scrunched her nose and bobbed her head to the side.  “Yeah, this is about as creepy as I expected… fewer guns.”

Jason’s expression dropped.  If he wasn’t wearing the domino mask, she’d be able to see the flattest look he could manage.  “They’re hidden,” he snarked.

She shivered again.  “Colder than outside, too,” she noted.  “How is it colder than outside?”  She looked down as she rubbed her hands over her arms, seemingly just noticing her wet clothes.  “Oh yeah.”  Her brows furrowed as she looked around again.  “So, how do you keep your electronics dry in here?”

He raised an eyebrow.  That was really the questions she had?  He opened his mouth but closed it and shook his head.  He needed to focus.  “What was the issue?”

She looked back at him and blinked a few times, waiting for the meaning to become clear.  “What?” she asked when he hadn’t elaborated.

“You said the amazing guy told you to find the house if you had issues and you tried to find the house.  So, what was the issue that drove you to try to find the house?”

Her eyes softened and she nodded almost resigned to explaining the situation.  “Someone found me.”  She grimaced and faced him again.  “Don’t tell the cute guy.  He warned me it could happen and I laughed at him,” she tried to joke.

 “Who?” he growled.

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting toward the entrance then rested on the floor.  She let out a breath.  “Classmate.  Don’t know how he found me.  I didn’t tell…”

She suddenly eeped and jumped behind him at the same time as she pushed him toward the cave entrance.  She poked her head around his bicep slowly to eye the entrance.  “…him,” she finished shakily.  “Oh, come on, that was definitely a footstep,” she pouted.

Jason eyed the entrance as well, though he hadn’t heard anything suspicious.  “And why was he after you?”

“Because he thinks I’m super cute and can’t take no for an answer?” she scoffed, keeping her eyes glued in the direction of the entrance but moving closer to him, her shivers more prominent now, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or her fear.  Her labored breathes indicated the latter though.

Jason eyed her carefully looking for any indication of lying but only found the beginnings of a panic attack.  He narrowed his eyes and pinched her.  Not hard, but enough to get her attention.

“Ow!  What the hell?” she demanded, jumping away from him and slapping his chest.

“You said you were a super,” he shrugged, a smug smile tugging at his lips at the indignant look on her face indicating his plan worked.  “I was testing that.”

Her jaw dropped and she smacked him in the chest again.  Definitely not hard, in fact he could probably barely feel it, but enough to make a point.  “I said maybe he thought I was super cute!” she huffed throwing her arms out in exasperation.  She narrowed her eyes and stepped closer.  “I asked if you were a Super.  Do I get to pinch you back?”

Jason raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, causing his massive biceps to puff out.  His muscles, which were already pronounced in his suit, became even more prominent.  She licked her lips and puckered them as she backed up a step.  “No, right, that would be uncalled for.  I see that.”   She motioned toward the batmobile.  “And I see that.”  She snapped her mouth shut and molded herself against his chest.  “And I heard that,” she breathed out, her body trembling enough he was surprised she was still standing.

He wrapped his arms around her like a shield and turned so he was between her and the entrance because, yeah, he’d heard that too.  That was definitely not a normal cave sound.  And the continued shuffling was also not a normal sound, at least not when the cave was supposed to be empty.  He moved her back, toward the safety of their equipment, keeping his eyes on the bend in the cave.  If anything happened, there would be more places for her to hide there, and he’d be closer to weapons, which he was appallingly lacking having in hand at the moment.

His heart almost stopped when Red Robin stepped out of the shadows.  It took half a second longer than he would ever admit to before his heart rate slowed back to normal.  “Fucking Hell,” he groaned.  “What is wrong with you?”

Red Robin shot him a flat look then tried to crane his neck to see around him.  “Marinette?”

The woman, Marinette apparently, cautiously poked her head around Jason’s arm to take in the threat.  Her face went through a series of expressions, fear, confusion, interest, curiosity, then finally shock.  “Oh my God!”  She worked an arm away from Jason to point at him.  “You’re… you’re…”

“He knows my identity,” Red Robin sighed.

“You’re Red Robin!” she exclaimed.

He opened his mouth but all that came out was a confused grunt before he closed it.  “Not the one I was talking about, but yeah, he knows that one too.”

“Dieu, Tim!” she groaned.

“Yeah.  That’s the one I meant,” he nodded then waved weakly.  “Hi.”

“You scared the Hell out of me.”  She collapsed against Jason, all tension leaving her body.

Jason supported her easily and curled around her like a blanket.  He scrunched his face at Tim.  “You two know each other?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed.

Marinette pulled away from Jason’s chest just enough to glare at him without much heat, then dropped her head back into the safety of his embrace.  “He’s the one that told me to watch the shower in the field,” she grumbled against Jason’s chest

“It’s a good field to watch,” Tim answered, watching her carefully.  His eyes darted between them curiously a few times, then toward the cave entrance with a more serious expression.  “Didn’t realize Derrick would hear and follow.  I chased him off.  He’s probably all the way downtown by now.”

“How…” Jason started but immediately stopped when Marinette shivered again and nestled further into Jason’s warm embrace.  He removed his jacket and settled it on her shoulders, wrapping his arms back around her as soon as she worked her arms through the sleeves.  Tim watched the movement with a growing smirk and raised eyebrow. 

“She works with Bernard,” Tim answered the unfinished question.  “She’s the one I told you that you should meet,” he added smugly.

Marinette turned toward Tim, still within Jason’s arms.  “Does Bernie know?”

“No.  Neither do you.”  He pointed a finger at her with a pointed look.

She blinked, eyes empty.  “Know what?”

“Perfect.  This is why I love you.  I’m so… lucky to know you.” Marinette froze, her eyes widening in surprise.  Tim grinned and ruffled her hair with a familiarity that indicated it was a familiar move, but he pulled his hand away quickly and examined it.  “Why don’t we get you some dry clothes?  You’re about Cass’ size.  She keeps some clothes here and she won’t mind.  Come on, Mari.”  He pulled on her shoulder gently until she reluctantly gave way and backed out of Jason’s warmth.

Tim guided her to a small side room and reappeared after a minute.  “Thanks for keeping her warm.”  His voice was teasing but guarded.

Jason stared at him for a few seconds, eyes darting around his face, taking in every minute movement to gage his thoughts.  After a few seconds he scoffed, leaned back, and crossed his arms over his chest.  “She figured out your identity quicker than you figured our Dickie Boy’s.”

Tim bobbled his head and stood up straighter, ready to smack Jason down, verbally of course, Marinette wouldn’t appreciate anything else.  He looked around before taking him down, but froze when he glanced at the side room and whistled.  His eyes darted to Hood entirely too smugly for Jason’s liking.  “Glad to see they fit.  You’re going to give Jason a heart attack.”

“B is going to kick your ass for using names,” Jason growled, but he looked toward the side room with a mix of apprehension and anticipation.

Tim snorted.  “You think she isn’t going to figure out who you are after knowing who I am?”

“There’s a problem with that logic,” Marinette announced as she exited the changing area.  The ethereal white clothes that had been loose and flowing earlier in the night were now replaced with an absolutely sinful outfit.  Her long-sleeved black sweater clung to her curves over dark pants that were essentially leggings.  She carried Jason’s jacket by a finger over her shoulder.

As much as Jason hated to admit Tim was right about anything, he was right about this.  Jason’s heart had skipped a beat at the sight of her.  But it started pounding at the devilish smirk that graced her lips as she faced Tim.  “I don’t know who you are.  So, you were the one to give away civilian names.”

Jason grinned triumphantly.  “Yeah, Red Robin.  She doesn’t know who you are.”

Tim rolled his eyes.  “For the love of…”  He sighed so deeply it came out like a groan and he pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Don’t encourage him.  Absolutely not allowed.  You’re my friend.”  He huffed, but the twitch of his lips belied his angry act.  “You going go back and to try to watch the shower again?”

Marinette’s smirk instantly fell and she shook her head vigorously.  “No.  I, um… I don’t think I am.”

Tim’s forehead furrowed for a second then cleared into sympathy.  “Are you sure?  I know you were excited for the inspiration.”

“No, I don’t think… I think I’d rather not go back there,” she answered quietly.

“Not a great place anyway,” Jason piped up.  “Terrible advice.  Still too close to the city.  Now Baker Field… I can take you there, if you’d like.  It’s further away so less light pollution.”

Marinette looked at him in surprise for just a moment then looked over to Tim who shrugged but his slight smile conveyed his satisfaction with the request. Marinette looked back to Jason for a few seconds, her eyes searching his like she was looking for something in them.  Her brows furrowed and her lips quirked to the side as she watched him.  After a few long moments, Jason reached up and removed his domino mask, tossing it over to Tim before gazing warmly back at her.  She gasped and pointed at him.  “You’re the hot guy from the road!”

“Oh God,” Tim groaned.

Jason’s smile beamed.  “Can I tell you how much I love the adjectives you use for me?”

“No, no you cannot,” Tim Interjected.  He pointed between them.  “Ew.  I want you both happy, but I don’t want to hear about or witness it.”

But Marinette’s lips split into a brilliant smile.  “Yeah.  I think I’d like seeing the stars with you.”  Jason’s resulting grin matched hers.

He stepped past her slowly, turning as he moved so he could keep his eyes on her until he reached the changing room.  He was gone just for a second, not even long enough for Tim to tease her, before reemerging with a new jacket and two helmets.  He shoved them at Tim as he passed and stopped in front of Marinette slowly taking his jacket from her finger and holding it out for her to put on.  You should keep the jacket… for the ride,” he added, taking the helmets from Tim without looking at him and handed one to Marinette.

He held his hand out for her to climb onto the motorcycle, when she placed her hand in his, he cradled it with deliberate care while she got on.  As soon as she was comfortably on, he slid on in front of her and slid his helmet on.

“For the ride,” Tim scoffed quietly.  He shook his head as he watched them peel away.  “You’re welcome,” he called after them.  “I’ll take care of your car.  Because I’m a good friend.  And would never just leave without saying goodbye.