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Soo, hello Daminatte nation. Are we still there? It’s been ages since wrote a maribat fanfic. Quick PSA, I will not longer update Leave Paris, Move to Gotham, because this new fanfic is based on it, so if you see similar themes between these works, don’t be surprise by it. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think. 

Warnings

The following work contains mentions of bl00d and disorientation. Also hints of amnesia episode. Warnings will change according to the content of the chapters. 

For this episode. 

The complete italic dialogues are in English, expect when they come along with the next symbol, *, there is a quote. 

 Universe with You

Selfish. She couldn’t afford to be selfish.

If she did not abandon Paris, the people that once loved her and billions of innocents would disappear. Not die, their souls would disappear into nothingness. 

She would disappear with them.

Deafening thunders came from the cloudless and yet dark Parisian sky. The starless sky was a clear sign that the time was running out. The once heroes of Paris hold from the rusty beams of the top of the Eiffel Tower. The young guardian struggled to keep her balance while holding on to the miraculous box. 

“We need to do something before the wish destroys our reality!” the blond hero yelled to his partner. 

There was no way around it. The guardian knew the only solution, but it would cost everything.

“I-I know the way! It is risky, but the book says that it will assure our reality’s safety in case a wish goes wrong!” The girl took a rope from the ground and walked to the stairs while the air pushed her up.

“What’s the plan, Bugaboo?!” He said as he followed her lead.

Hawk Moth finally did it. He got his wish, but he wished it in the wrong way for the wrong thing. The man wished for his wife to come back, but she disappeared like they were about to. His wife belonged to another place, and it wanted her back no matter what.

“The other place wants the miraculous!” and a soul, “So, I’ll throw them into the void!”

The next part happened too fast.

The young heroes reached the very top of the tower. The air threatened to pull them inside the void, but they held onto the structure because their life depended on it. 

“Here, hold it!” The girl gave one end of the rope to her partner while tying his waist against the railing.  

“Wait, Bugaboo, what are you doing?!” The boy did not have time to react or fight her.

She knew that he would follow her until the end, but the void would only accept a soul that was lost or a soul connected to every single one of the miraculous. A fall from that height would kill him, and she would not lose him.

He would lose her.

Still, the boy held her hand in an attempt to stop her. The girl looked at him with a sad smile and watery eyes. Without saying a single word, he understood her plan. 

“No, no, NO!,” he held her hand tighter. “You can’t do this! We, we can think of another way! But don’t do this!...” the boy let out a soft sob “don’t leave me, my dear friend.”

There was a time when the word “friend” would have triggered her, but now, she would give everything to be his friend forever.

She smiled, “Adrien, you will always be more than my friend, more than a lover or a brother. You are my partner, and it was always the plan, since I became the guardian, to make sure you and the world are safe.” Her voice broke. The void was getting stronger to the point that her legs were floating towards it. “This is not goodbye. It’s a see you later, and I know that we’ll see each other again somehow, somewhere.”

 The boy sobbed. His nails were starting to dip into her hard, cutting her skin and making her bleed. 

“And if we don’t?”

“Then I will remember our adventures. I will remember the laughs, the fights, the time we spent together and apart. When we were at school and playing video games. And if somehow I forget, I’ll remember. I’ll find a way. I promise you.”

 And somehow the boy understood and regretted it.

“Before you go, was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?”*

She shook her head, “It was not your fault. The decisions of our parents are not ours. Don’t ever blame yourself. Live the life you want, and don’t wait for me.”

Those seconds felt like a lifetime. They wished they could be together, but the thunders got louder and louder by the second.

“Pound it?” the girl asked one last time.

He smiled. “Pound it,” but instead of their iconic victory celebration, the boy let go of her hand.

To him, she looks like an angel floating… no… flying into the darkness to defeat it.

It only took the blink of an eye for it to be over.

The void was gone. She was gone.

The boy left his body hit the floor. He did not care that the rope was almost encrusted on his torso. He did not care that tomorrow he would have some bruises. He just wanted to cry until his body allowed him. He just lost everything. Plag, Chat Noir, Marinette, all of them were gone, and for what 

He cried for it seemed until a soft hand softly touched his face. 

“Adrien?” The boy could barely see the person in front of him, and yet he knew that blond hair and green eyes anywhere.

She was not her aunt. She was…

“Mom?”

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Paris was a beautiful place to take a vacation for anyone, well except for Bruce Wayne.

“Are you sure that those swords will be safe in Themyscira?” The billionaire put two swords on the examination table that Diana used to restore antiquities in the Louver. 

“You have my word. The amazons will protect them with their lives. You don’t have to worry for al’ Gul. I talked with my mother, and she will make sure of their safety.” 

The Justice League’s latest mission involved retrieving some magical swords from the black market before the League of Assassins could get them. After some conflict between parties and a very tedious reunion with Talia. The swords were secured in the Louver museum, where Wonder Woman would personally take them to Themyscira. 

“Are you going to head back to Gotham after this?”

Bruce nodded. “Damian has a gallery exposition in a few days, as part of his senior graduation requirement.” 

Diana smiled at the name. The youngest of the Waynes and she shared a fond love for the arts and combat with swords. In fact, she promised to teach him some amazonian tricks the next time they got together. 

“Mind if I visit them at the gallery expo. It is always a pleasure to see his paintings. I am still trying to get a commission from him.”

“Not at all. My boys will be happy to see you, especially Jason. He asked me to…” but before he could finish, a deafening thunder shook the place. It was too loud that the windows almost shattered from their frequency. 

Bruce and Diana look at each other. 

“The weather forecast didn’t predict rain, right?” Bruce asked as she took the swords and put them in a safe under the table. 

“It never rains in July, and those thunders are identical to the ones we get in Themyscira every time anyone tries to enter the varier.”

The heroes walked and made their way to the Louver. Along the way, Diana explained that those thunders only happen when a magical barrier shatters. Paris didn’t have a magical barrier, so someone or something was entering their world. This happened before when Ares broke the barrier between Olympus and Earth to get back Aphrodite in World War II. Once they were outside, they found the darkest sky in the middle of the day. People panicked while trying to look for shelter from the strong winds in the dark sky.

“It is coming from the Eiffel Tower!” somebody shoots from nowhere.

Indeed, the top of the Eiffel Tower was covered by darkness. Not even the strong light coming from the top could illuminate the sky. 

They had to act quickly to secure whatever was coming from the void. Diana had her suit under her clothes, but Bruce left his suit in her apartment. He would not be too much help, and he knew it.

“Go and secure the perimeter. I’ll help the civilians and try to contact the other members. If you see something, use the communicator.”

Diana didn’t have to be told twice. She ran towards the tower while taking away her civilian clothes. The chaos gave her a convenient inattentional blindness from civilians. Once she was close enough, Diana used her lasso of truth to swing between buildings. 

If this was another prank or mischief of Zeus, she would personally talk to Hades to take away his throne and create a democracy in Olympus. 

The demigoddess arrived at the tower, not a single soul reminded in the place. The hurricane-like made the people flee away. The thunder got louder and louder as if it had just reached its maximum strength. She tied the lasso to one of the buildings around the tower. This was as far as her body would let her be to the void. 

It only took a blink of an eye for it to be over. 

The darkness, the air, all of it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Now or never,” she told herself as she went up to see what broke the barrier.

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Her body hit the ground so hard that it bounced from the impact. The air of her lungs got out of her body the moment she made contact, yet she never stopped protecting the box with her body. Even with her eyes closed, everything around her was too bright. The void felt like a sensory deprivation chamber. The sounds, colors, and even smells were different.

It took her a few seconds to try to see the place around her. With all the strength left in her body, she crawled to sit down without letting go of the box. 

“It can’t be,” The girl said as she looked at what was around her.

She was in Paris, or better say, she was in the same place before she got into the void. The buildings, the streets, the view was similar to her hometown, but it wasn’t her Paris. 

Quickly, the girl took the box and headed to the stairs. She knew that someone was waiting for her over there, someone important to her. Yes, they were worried for her. She just needed to make sure that they were okay, and they needed to get the rope out.  

The girl was so focused on getting to that person that she didn’t notice that she was limping while her nose started to bleed. 

“Hey! I’m here!” she shouted as she came closer to the stairs. A bubbling feeling hit her throat. She wanted to cry out of pure raw emotions. 

“I’m here, you… umm…” how weird she couldn’t remember their name, but she knew they were waiting for her. “Sorry, I… I don’t remember your name, b-but I have the box!”

She fought her tears from the frustration of not remembering them. She had the box of the miraculous, so it was her duty to protect it and them. Tears could wait.

The girl almost reached the end of the stairs when her heart started pounding. Her eyes glowed with emotions when she, in fact, saw somebody at the end of it. 

“Hi, I’m here, I’m here!” she shouted out pure glee. “Were you waiting long?”

The girl stopped when she saw the person in front of her. The woman was tall with body armor that made her look intimidating. Her piercing brown eyes felt like daggers on her body. On one hand, the woman had a golden rope and a big sword ready to use on the other.

This didn't make sense. The woman was at the end of the stairs and had a rope. This is what the girl was looking for, and yet, it felt like she had the wrong person. She felt disappointed. 

“You were looking for me?” the woman asked the girl without letting her guard down. 

Logic told her yes, this was the person on the stair with the rope, but her heart to her not.

“I-I think so… you are here at the stairs, and you have the rope.” The woman lifted an eyebrow at that last part.

“It’s not a rope. It’s a lasso.” the woman gave her an end of the lasso to the girl. “See? It is a different material.”

The lasso felt weird on her fingers like a shock of energy. The girl looked at the woman who watched her in silence.

“I have the box.” She pointed to the wood creation with the hand holding the lasso.

“I can see that. Where did you come from?”

“The void,” she blurted out.

“And beyond the void?”

“Paris.”

“You are from here?”

“No, not this Paris. My Paris, our Paris.” The girl tried to explain. “This place looks like Paris, but it is not. The place is gloomier and colder and… and… it doesn’t have that feeling of home. Don’t you feel it?” The girl’s legs failed, ungracefully sitting on the stairs with the box on her legs. 

The woman stepped closer. “I am afraid not.”

“Then you are not the one waiting for me?” she said with hope in her voice.

“I don't think I am.” the woman kneeled on her level. If she wasn’t the person who was waiting for her, where were they?.

“Tell me, what is the box?”

“The miraculous.” she held the box even closer.

“And what is that?”

“Power.”

“Why do you have it?”

“I-I am the guardian. I have to keep them safe from bad people.”

“That’s why you came from the void?”

“Yes.”

“So you opened the void to protect them from these people.”

“No,” the girl stopped for a second. Her head started hurting. “No, I didn't open it. I just jumped into it. The… the bad person opened. He wanted to… he wanted to do something forbidden, something bad, and he did it wrong, and I had to close it because it was getting bigger, but the void could only be closed by the miraculous and me. And then this person was on the stairs,” silent tears hit the cover of the wooden box, “ they had a rope, and they were waiting for me. I know that… they must be waiting. Somewhere they must be waiting for me, they were sad when I left, and I don’t want them to be sad. I need to find them so I can tell them I have the box, and we will be happy, but I have to find them and tell them I am fine. I am fine, and the box is fine, and the void is gone, and they must be fine, so I… so I have… I have to…” It was at this point that she couldn't speak anymore. She could just cry. 

The woman took her lasso away from her and tried to comfort her. “Hey, hey, we’ll find your friend, and we’ll tell him that you have the box, but first we need to get you some re…” 

Blood, the girl coughed blood on the woman's her face, but it did not stop there. The girl lay against the stairs while she coughed uncontrollably. 

The woman got even closer to the girl to help her while she put a hand behind the band of her tiara. 

“Batman, this is Wonder Woman. Prepare the medical suit, we have a young woman in need of help. She is in bad shape, hurry!”

Her body felt too cold and hot at the same time, and her lungs felt as if they were full of water. She looked at the woman for some kind of help, who passed a hand on her forehead. 

“Don’t worry, love, you’ll be al….”

Everything went dark from then. 

Prelude- next

Okay, people. First of all thank you for all your support and comments. I honestly, did not expect all this attention and support. Thank you! Second this chapter is has not passed been proof read completely so Jason Todd's ghost help me.

Italics mean French. warnings: this chapter contains: blood amnesiac episode panic attack hint

Universe with you 

Chapter one: the guardian vs memory.

There was too much pain.

Every inch of her body was surrounded by a throbbing pain. Her chest felt too heavy over her lungs. She was pretty sure that she was not strong enough to breathe by herself, and yet, she felt how the air forcefully came through her nose.

The girl felt uncomfortable being there, wherever that place was. Whatever was under her back was too hard for her ribs. Even with her eyes closed, the light around her was too bright, and there was a beeping sound that, along with her heartbeat, hurt her ears.

It felt wrong to be there, but what exactly was that place?

“Don’t panic.” The girl tried to calm herself down. 

She needed to remember the basics. For starters, who was she?

Well, she was the guardian, the guardian of the miraculous. She was in charge of assigning them to worthy people, people who could do good with them, but it was also her duty to protect them from people that could use them for evil, just like the man that opened the void… Wait, she remembered… She remembered that it was a man who opened the void. She wasn’t so sure before, but now she was certain that a bad man opened the void, but she could not picture his face or anything but the fact that he was a man. 

“Breath,” she told herself in an attempt to calm down.

The guardian looked through her memories to see what she could remember that was not related to that man. She was 19 years old, but she could not remember the exact date of her birthday. Paris was her home, the place where she was born and raised. The guardian knew the name of every street of her Paris, but there wasn’t any memory of her house. Did she live near the Eiffel tower? Or was her house on the outskirts of the city of love? 

Love…

People loved her in Paris. Some people truly loved her, and she knew that she loved them. It was a fact that she would give her life to keep them safe from everything, even the miraculous… She also knew that she lost them forever, but the girl wanted them back.

That’s why the void took her memories away… it was the price for keeping them and the miraculous safe. The book told her that her memory was the breach between the two worlds. 

Still, it didn’t make it less sad to be alone.

Her heart rate increased just by the thought of being alone. Her body felt colder by the second while her ears were deafened by her heartbeats. If it was difficult to breathe before, at that moment, it was almost impossible.

“Quick! Give her two grams of sedatives. Her lungs can’t take too much pressure after breaking too many ribs.”

No, she didn’t want to sleep. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be with the people that loved her, but she couldn’t be selfish.

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 “You think she’ll wake up soon?” was the first thing the guardian heard when she woke up.

Somebody was with her. A woman. She met a woman before, didn’t she?

“It’s hard to tell. Besides her broken ribs, nothing is with her physically, but in the magic domain, her whole body is surrounded by raw magic.” 

Raw magic? That sounded familiar. Did she have magic? Yes, No… she didn’t have magic. She was magic. Of that she was sure. 

“Raw magic? Do you think that’s why she is healing so fast?”

The girl focused on what the woman said. Her lungs no longer felt on fire, and she could breathe a little better. How long was it since the last time she was awake?

“It’s certainly an explanation, but I would be more worried about her frequency.”

Her frequency?

“What do you mean by that?”

“The frequency of her magic is different from anything that I have seen. Think of it like this. You are trying to use a ratio. The AM frequency adapts to the sound that you are making, so all sounds that you get on your radio happen as they were needed. That’s how most magic works, we only use the magic that we need, and even if people sometimes increase their frequency, the little lady over here has a wild range. Her frequency is like FM. It’s always present even though she doesn't need it. It seems like her body it’s trying to keep her magic at the same frequency that surrounds her.” The man sounded as if he was explaining the end of the word.

“Her lack of harmony could be dangerous?” there was a hint of worry from her voice.

The man signed, never a good omen. “Well, for the people around her, it wouldn’t be harmful as long as she does not direct her magic to them, but for her…” the man stopped for a moment. “... it’s hard to tell. If she doesn’t adjust her frequency, she could live with a chronic migraine just fine, but there is the possibility that her body and magic will never harmonize. There is no easy way to put it; she will die.”

Die… that didn’t sound nice but wait. If she could die, that meant that she was alive, but she couldn’t be alive. When she jumped to the void, she died. She was sure of that. Somehow deep inside of her, he could remember the pain of being pulled apart and together. She remembered how there were moments that she existed and then she didn’t. Here, she was alive… she shouldn’t be alive. 

“It’s there a way for her to adjust her frequency?”

“Yes, but that would mean decreasing her magic levels, and that always hurt at the beginning”

“What about the box?”

Another pause.

“The girl told you it was power. Well no shit, that little wood box radiates tons and tons of magic.”

The box…

“How much power to be precise?”

They were talking about the box…

“You know that time when Rachel almost killed Superman along with her father’s powers a few months ago?”

The girl finally opened her eyes. There were two people with her: a man in a trench coat and the woman from the stairs, but they didn’t matter. The girl just cared for the box over the night table.

“That strong?”

“Ten times stronger.” That could end universes.

“No wonder the girl protected it like…” the woman stopped while her eyes were locked on the girl. 

The girl stood beside the night table while her upper body embraced the box, almost as if she was holding the universe in her hands. She looked at the adults as if they were possible treats.

The woman looked at the man like saying “let me handle this”. The man just put his hands in the air to let her continue. 

“Hello, there.” the woman said in perfect French without moving forward. “It is good to see you finally awake.”

The girl didn't respond. She just kept looking at her while taking deep breaths. She fought the sick feeling at the top of her stomach while her rib cage started to burn again. 

“I know that you might be afraid or confused. I know I would be. Waking up, hurt in a place like this after what you lived. It’s scary,” At the first sign of getting closer, the girl took a step back. “But trust me when I tell you that we don’t mean any harm. We are just trying to help you.”

The girl did not answer. She just looked at them in terror.

“Hey, Wonder, I don't know if the little lass over there can understand you. Maybe, her frequency is messing with her brain, or maybe she could be lying about not understanding u…” The man tried to explain, but he was interrupted by the girl.

“I’m not a liar.” The two adults look at her. Her voice was almost inaudible, more like a murmur but with a power that could command millions. “I don’t lie.” 

There was something about that word that triggered her. She did not like to be called that, even if it meant talking to that weird man and the intimidating woman. 

“I know you are not a liar, Guardian.” The woman sat on the bed while she put her lasso beside her. “Do you remember this?”

The girl nodded. It was the strange lasso from the stairs. 

“This is the Lasso of Truth. The person who holds it cannot lie under it.” She took the lasso between her hands. “The first time we met, you took it and told me everything you knew about yourself, your world, and that box. You were telling the truth. Now, under the power of Athena and Aphrodite, I please ask you to trust me when I tell you that we do not mean any harm. We are just trying to help you, Guardian.”

The girl was shocked at the woman’s words. Her common sense told her not to trust anyone, but deep inside of her something compelled her to let her guard down. Her word’s felt sincere, honest, and also kind of nice. The girl stood up straight in front of the woman without letting go of the box.  

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“My name is Wonder Woman, daughter of Queen Hippolyta and founding member of the Justice League of my universe, and you are in the medical center of the Watchtower”

Hippolyta… like one of her predecessors.

“By any chance… By any chance, Hippolyta, your mother, is the queen of the Amazonian?” The girl started to shake.

The woman just smiled. “I see you have Greek mythology in your world too. Yes, she is my mother and the queen of my sisters, the Amazons ”

She remembered Hippolyta. She was in the book of the guardians along with the other holders, but which one? In her world, Hippolyta didn’t have a daughter; she had a son, but if there was any chance that this “Wonder Woman” was her daughter, then maybe, and just maybe, she could trust her. 

Slowly, the girl approached the bed without letting go of the box. She let out a winning sound. Her body was not a hundred percent of her capacity. The man, on the other hand, just looked at them in silence like he was waiting for the girl to screw up. With her shaking hands, the girl took the tip of the lasso. If this thing made her say the truth, she would not take any chances to lose any potential allies.

“In my world,” she bit her lower lip, “Queen Hippolyta was a warrior worthy of the power of that box. One of the most brilliant holders that the miraculous has seen according to the book.”

“My mother would be flattered to hear that.” She kept smiling. “Tell me, do you work with the Justice League of your word to keep your box safe?”

The Justice League, she kept talking about this thing that she was part of. Her memories were blurry, but she was sure of one thing: whatever was the Justice League, it didn’t exist in the girl’s world.

“What is the Justice League?” 

“Different world, different events.” Diana reminded herself. This girl came to an alternate universe. This wasn’t the first time that the Amazonian princess dealt with people from different universes. 

“The Justice League is this universe’s defense line against any possible threat to our reality. Its members are the finest warriors across the galaxy.”

A treat…

“You think I am a treat?” 

“Well, a fucking void over the Eiffel Tower surely can be a bloody threat to Europe.” The man shouted without too much thinking.

Wonder Woman gave him a look that made his quirky smile disappear. “Or at least to Paris.”

“Please, ignore him.” Then she looked at the girl. “I prefer to ask you before making any decisions. Tell me, are you a threat? What do you plan to do in this dimension?”

The girl stopped for a second, took a deep breath, and finally answered.

“I don’t want to be a threat to your universe. I don’t have too many memories, but there is one thing that I am sure of. I jumped into the void because it was going to destroy my world. The void wanted the box and a soul, so I jumped. I honestly didn’t know that I would survive. I thought that it was the end for me and the box.” Her neck felt tighter. “So, I don’t know what I’m going to do here. I should be dead, but I am not. I have no memories of me before the void. I just know the basic stuff and that I must protect that box from bad people. I know that I can’t come back to my world because it would risk my world and your world, and who knows how many more universes, which is sad. It is sad that, deep down, I know that there are people back home who love me, but I can’t… I can’t even picture their faces in my head. I don’t remember their names or why I love them. Inside me, there is just a feeling, an instinct that tells me that I was loved and happy once, but if I somehow remember, I would put at risk the equilibrium of the universe.”

The girl let go of the box to clean a few tears from her cheeks. 

“It’s just pathetic that I can’t even remember my name. I just know that I am the guardian of that box and that I should not exist anymore…”

Both of the adults look at her weirdly, like a strange mixture of pity and somehow understanding. 

Wait, when did she start crying?

“So, to answer the questions.” her voice began to fade away along with her strength. Her lungs were not strong enough to keep her up for much longer. “I don’t want to be a problem for your world. I just want to be at peace. I-I think, after all I went, I might deserve it.”

Her heart was beating too fast as if it wanted to get out of her chest. Small sobs came from her. 

It was truly frustrating to want something that she would never remember, to know that she desired something forbidden. The girl had to face the truth; she was alone. With no purpose beyond protecting a box. With no memories beyond her title. With no name or personality. She was alone in this universe.

The girl collapsed over the lasso. She sobbed and gasped for air. Her lungs felt on fire along with her chest. Then she remembered that the man said that her ribs were broken. She pushed her limits too much. 

Wonder Woman took her by her shoulders and laid her down carefully. The girl tried to stand up, but the woman was stronger than her. The man, on the other hand, opened the door of the room and shouted for a doctor. The lasso of truth was covered in blood coming from the girl’s mouth.  

“Hey, hey, hey!” The woman caressed the girl's face. “You’ll be fine. I’ll help you to protect the box. The League will protect you, but you need to get better.”

The girl kept coughing and sobbing. “I don’t… I don’t want to” she coughed. “ I don’t want to be alone..”

“Shh, shh… you’re not alone. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” 

What happened next passed in a flash. Somebody injected her with a liquid that she could not recognize. More and more people entered the room, but they looked more like blurry shadows than real people. They would have been scary if it wasn’t for Wonder Woman. The woman kept her word and stayed with her until she finally fell asleep. 

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The video stopped when the girl finally lost consciousness. 

The members of the Justice League were reunited in the hall of justice to discuss the most recent feedback of the Guardian. Sitting along with the members of the league, Zantana and Constantine were consultants regarding the magic of the girl. The sudden appearance of the girl had put on edge the members of the league for a possible threat to Earth and the rest of the universe. 

The girl had a power that could either be beneficial for the league or could potentially kill billions. It was up to the members of the Justice League to decide what to do with her. 

“Well after watching the video. It’s evident that we are dealing with a kid scared and with a lot of power.” The man of steel said breaking the silence between the members. “At the very least, we know that she does not want to be a threat to Earth or any other planet.”

“The fact that she doesn’t want to hurt anyone does not mean that she will not harm anyone” All the eyes were fixed on the Arrow. “Zantanna said it herself. She has too much power to control. Things could change at any moment.”

“As it is true that the girl has great power, let's not forget that more than half of the people in this room have the power to destroy universes just like this girl.” Wonder Woman said with a firm tone. “Most of us didn’t know how to control these powers to use them for good, but we trained; we practiced until we mastered and became the line of defense for our universe. This girl was the line of defense for her universe. She sacrificed herself to protect her world at the cost of her life. Maybe, she even saved our reality.”

“Are you implying that we owe our universe to that girl?” Aquaman asked with sarcasm. 

“I’m saying that the lasso of truth never lies, or have you forgotten your little speech on New Year?” Wonder Woman smiled as the king of the oceans blushed. Everybody remembered the incident at the new year’s party from last year. Who would've thought that the king of the oceans loved his team too much?

“Although she has good intentions, it would not be wise to trust her completely just yet. Arrow is right. We do not know if she could control her abilities. Zantana, Constantine, What do you think?” Manhunter asked the only members who had actively used magic.

The man in the yellow coat just shrugged his shoulders. “The lass truly is powerful. Maybe too much, but somethin’ that I saw in that room is that she is bloody stubborn. All the time that she was awake, she keep her power within her body. She unconsciously lower the frequency of her magic to match it with her body, and well, we all saw how that ended.”

“So that means that she will not be able to control it?” the Flash asked.

“No,” this time Zantanna took the floor. “The opposite. If her body is trying to fight her magic, there is a great chance that could alter the frequency of her magic to harmonize with the frequency of this universe, but she must take it easy. She collapsed because her body is not strong enough to handle all that magic. Constantine and I could give her some protection spells that could help her to lower down the intensity of her magic to let her body heal, so in the future, her body and magic can harmonize again.”

“And if she does not learn how to ‘harmonize’ her magic, what happens to the box?” Nightwing spoke for the first time since the meeting had begun.

Constantine and Zantana look at each other. Again, this was never a good sign.

“There is no way to tell. If the girl dies, the box might be just fine or…”

“Or a bloody void opens again and the universe and the universe of the girl disappears. The box has a strong connection with her blood, so the box cannot be transferred to another ‘guardian’ as the girl called herself. I've seen too many bounds between people and magic items to recognize one like this. So, there is like a 50/50 chance of either living in peace or dying like the girl said we would do.”

So the destiny of this universe was once again in the hands of that little girl. 

“So it is decided.“ Batman stood from his seat. A sign for the rest of the league to stand up. “The girl must learn how to control her magic. We cannot risk her losing control over the box. If you all agree, I propose that Contatine and Zatanna put those spells on her to assure her physical recovery. Once she heals, she will train to keep her magic under control.”

This sounded like a logical solution. 

“Hey, but what if that plan doesn’t work. What if she never learns how to control whatever is in that box? Are we going to just trust that this girl doesn’t fuck up with our reality?” The archer had a point. They were putting all their eggs in one basket with that girl.

And the knight of darkness knew it.

“Superman, do you still have access to the Phantom Zone?”

The Phantom Zone was a pocket dimension inside their universe. A place where the most dangerous criminals of Krypton were trapped. Superman himself was trapped inside the zone for a few months. When the Kryptonian came back, he was a different man from the cheery hero the world knew. That was the man of steel, so imagine what the phantom zone could do to a little girl like the Guardian. 

The rest of the Justice League look at Batman in astonishment. 

“Don’t you think it is a little overboard? She is just a girl!” Nightwing tried to defend the girl. After all those years, he was still the golden boy always looking to do good.

Batman knew that it was extreme, but the safety of their universe (or even the girl’s universe) outweighed her life. 

“I hope this situation doesn’t escalate to that scenario, but we have to be prepared in case of the worst outcome. Let’s give the girl a chance, if she can’t, we simply cannot risk the fate of our universe on good intentions. Once again, I propose letting the girl recover and get as much information about the box as we can. Once she recovers, we’ll assign her training to control her magic. If all this fails and she becomes a threat, she will be sent to the Phantom Zone until we decide her future. All of us in favor, raise your hand” Batman raised his hands.

Some of the members raised their hands almost immediately. Others, like Nightwing and Superman, raised, with some hesitation. The last member of the League to raise her hand was Wonder Woman. She hated to admit it, but the short interaction with the girl had an impact on her. Maybe, Diana saw a little bit of herself in the girl like how she fought to protect the box with her life even when her body was hurt, or maybe the girl’s begging her not to be alone sunk in her heart. The phantom zone was brutal, but so was the end of the world.

“So it’s decided. Zantanna, Constantine, once the girl gets out of danger, put the spells on her. Wonder Woman, because you had the first and continuous contact with the girl, can you keep a check on her progress?”

“I will.”  

“Good, for the rest of us. We should avoid contact with her. We don’t know how she would react to too many people.” The league continued with their meeting talking about possible treatments for the girl.

Meanwhile, the girl remained unconscious without knowing that her future was already decided by the finest line of defense. Her whole body fought to control her magic and the box. She didn’t want to cause any problems. She just wanted to rest.

“You think I am a treat?” 

“Well a fucking void over the Eiffel Tower surely can be a bloody threat to Europe.” The man shouted without too much thinking.

Wonder Woman gave him a look that made his quirky smile disappeared. “Or at least to Paris.”

“Please, ignore him.” Then she looked at the girl. “I prefer to ask you before making any decisions. Tell me, are you a threat? What do you plan to do in this dimension?”

Sooooo…

I should be writing the next chapter of LPMG, but I just got inspired by Phases from the wonderful @kceedraws. In advance, I am sorry for any mistakes. English is not my forte just yet.

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Destiny was a bitch.

That was the only explanation for Marinette’s recent bad luck.

When her aunt Francesca invited her to spend with her family two weeks in her house in Italia, Marinette thought that she would finally have a break from commissions, patrolling, and the lies of Lie-ly. The young lady was really looking forward to spending time with her twin cousins. They could have a pool party and have nice walks around the city. Marinette secretly hoped that they could use matching clothes like when they were children.

But this WASN’T what she had in mind.

“Well, I got to say, dear cugina.” Her cousin Carlos smiled at her causing coming out of the bathroom. Carlos was the older twin, and the oldest of the three cousins. “You really pull out our style.”

The airport lost her luggage. All her clothes, shoes, and accessories were god knows where. But not to worry! Because her cousins are there to rescue.

But the downside of this is that her three cousins where big like her father while Marinette was… she took after Sabine’s family complexion.

Marinette was wearing a green thank top that was too big for her (thank you, cugino Carlos) a pair of jeans that could fall at any moment if it wasn’t for cousin Marcus’s belt, and finally, a pair of red sneakers from Carlos.

Marinette looked like a fashion disaster.

“Thank you, Cugini, for giving me these clothes. I really appreciate it.”

Marcos, the second oldest of the three, put an arm over her shoulder. “I’m glad that you liked them, Cocinella, because we have to get going.”

“Going where? I-I thought we would stay here and talk.”

She couldn’t get out of her aunt house.

Marinette loved her cousins, but she couldn’t let people see her wearing that.

“B-but…”

“No, but’s. You are here to expend time with us, and what better way than going to our favorite place in the whole town.” Carlos opened the front door and took the keys of the red Tahoe. “you will meet our friends.”

“But, I-I don’t think I’m gonna fit. I don’t look great.” But before Marinette could try to go back to her room, Marcos picked her over his shoulders and started to walk away the house.

“Nonsense, you will fit right away. In fact, you will have so much fun!”

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This was no fun at all.

Her dear cousins had kidnapped her to a skateboard park. The place was full of people that were wearing similar clothes as her and were mastering the board. She could swear that some of them were flying instead of jumping with their boards on the rest of a dried pool.

Skateboarding wasn’t what Marinette considered as fun, but it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to do it. In fact, she was an expert thanks to Luka and Alix.

It was the fact that she had to pretend to be clumsy, so her cousins would not suspect that she was Ladybug.

Carlos and Marcos were smart. The last time they came to Paris, they almost discovered her identity, so she had to be careful.

“Don’t YOU dare to let mw go.” Marinette was holding her cousins’ arms while they hold her waist. The twins were trying to teach Marinette how to stand on a skateboard.

“You are doing amazing, Mari. You are a natural.” Carlos complemented her.

“Yes, in fact, I think it is time to let you go.” Marcos said in a devilist tone.

“Oh, HELL NO! DON’T YOU DARE!”

“It time that you flight out of the nest. You are ready, but don’t worry. As parents, this is gonna hurt us more than it is gonna hurt you.” Carlos said with a hint of fake sadness.

“YOU ARE NOT EVEN MY PARENTS!” Marinette wanted to murder them.

Was this what Damian felt with his brothers?

“While you are here, we ARE your parents!” Marcos said as the two brothers started to walk faster.

“Uno, due, tre!” The twins let go their tiny cousin.

Marinette really was going to kill them. Not with kindness, but with a knife.

Marinette tried to look like she was going to fall but trying to avoid the concrete floor. She had to look for place to fall in soft but while looked dramatic enough for her cousin to take her home.

Then she found it.

There was a bush just in front of her with a big rock just in front of it, perfect for her to fall on.

Discreetly, she impulse herself and prepared herself for the impact. The skateboard crashed with the rock and launched Marinette to the air. She looked like she was flying.

Everything was in slow motion. She saw the faces of her cousins in pure terror and disbelief like if they had done a huge mistake --- Because they did ---. Let’s say that they got their impulsive behavior after Nona.

Marinette’s body hit the bushes, and what supposed to be a soft fall, resulted in tremendous pain. It resulted that below the bushes were a bunch of rocks that made her fall hurtful.

“Merde!” The girl shouted to the air.

Marinette felt how one of her cheeks and knees were bleeding. Fuck, if this doesn’t take her home, nothing will.

“Marinette, are you okay?!” Carlos asked as Marcos examined her.

“Did you break anything?!”

“Can you walk?!”

“Do you want me to carry you?!”

“Do you know who you are?!”

Her cousins were overprotective when they were guilty.

“Let’s go back home, cousins…”

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Between the two guilty twins, they carried Marinette back to their house. Aunt Rosseta was going to kill them for let her on a skateboard without helmet.

Marinette didn’t break anything but got two cut knees and a hurt cheek.

Luck wasn’t on her side since she arrived in Italia, and it was about to get worse.

“Are you sure, you don’t want to go to a doctor?” asked Marcos as he opened the door.

“For the hundred time, yes. I’m fine it’s just a few scratches nothing to worry about…”

Infront of her was her worse nightmare: her boyfriend and his family, who look concerned about her.

Why? Why were they here?! Just when she was wearing that!

“Angel…” her boyfriend had a murderous face, really to kill whoever did this to her.

“Before anyone says anything, This is not a phase! It’s the result of bad luck!

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I need to take art classes