Marinette’s Revenge
Soooo, I’m going to continue the Batfams suffering and share Marinette’s revenge with all of you. On with the ~~torture~~ show.
Last time
Mari didn’t give him time to process anything before she tossed him into the banana monstrosity. After zipping him up she stuck a safety pin under the zipper to keep him in there.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Marinette walked away as Jason screamed. She felt no remorse as she headed for the kitchen, gathering up all of Tim’s precious coffee and tea, and put them in a bag she marched off to Tim’s secret stashes. After dropping the bag off in her room she called Roy.
“Hey Roy, I need a favor.”
“Sure what is it?”
“I need to store all of Jason’s guns at your place.” She said as she advanced towards Jason’s room.
“….. Do I want to know what he did?”
“It’s more along the lines of what they did not do.”
“…… I’m on my way.”
“Text me when you get here.” Hanging up, Mari set all the gun cases by the door. Storming to Damain’s room she lifted the fake floor board and took all of his knives and swords. Placing the knives in a bag she made a stop by Jason’s room to pick up the guns. When picking up the first case her phone went off.
‘I’m here.’
‘Good get inside and help me with these.’ Taking the knives and the first gun case downstairs when she ran into Roy.
“Why is there someone passed out in a banana suit in the living room?”
“Do you really want to know?” Marinette asked with a raised eyebrow.
“… Nope. I’m good. Where’s the guns.”
“Upstairs in front of Jason’s room.”
“On it.” They made quick work of packing the guns and knives into the car. Before driving off Marinette gave Roy one warning.
“Don’t bring those back until I say it’s ok.” Roy nods in understanding. Marinette watched Roy drive away, waiting until he left the estate before turning to head inside. On her way inside she got an idea, a brilliant, wonderful, amazing idea that would make the Sirens cry tears of joy. Making her way to the Batcave she made a list: lots of rope, pink paint, face masks, romcoms, nail polish, cookies and soda, pillows and blankets, and a lite fireplace. Grabbing everything she needed she bolted back upstairs.
Finding that Jason was still passed out in the living room, Marinette made quick work of tying him up and setting him on a chair. Then taking the rest of the rope she dyed it bright pink. Setting up the living room to make the perfect sleep over space; Marinette then went off to find Dick.
“Dick” Marinette knocked on his door.
“Yeah I’m here” opening the door Dick greeted her with the sweet smell of shampoo. Grabbing his arm she dragged him to the living room.
“Tada! We are gonna have a sleep over to help with the trauma of the banana.”
“….Then why is the banana still here?”
“That is part of Jason’s punishment.”
“…… Ok.” Marinette and Dick spent the rest of the evening watching movies, painting each other’s nails, doing face masks, eating sweets, and gossiping. It was around one o’clock when the rest of the batfam felt it was safe to return.
“Hello boys, where have you been?” The bat family froze, slowly turning towards the sound of their demise they see the normally sweet French-Asian girl sitting in a recliner, her hands folded under her chin (like a mobster). “Before you leave I have somethings I need to discuss with you.” Taking out the bag of coffee, Marinette showed it to Tim.
“gasp You wouldn’t.” Marinette tossed the bag of coffee into the fire all the while not breaking eye contact with Tim.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“TIM, it’s too late it’s gone,” Damian said as he held back his brother.
“sobbing That was my life’s blood Damian! HOW WILL I SURVIVE THE WEEK NOW!”
“Don’t think that he is the only one who is getting punished Dami. You might have a hard time being Robin without your knives and swords.”
“NO! HOW COULD YOU!”
“HOW COULD YOU LET DICK OUT IN PUBLIC LOOKING LIKE THAT!” Marinette retorted, pointing at the yellowish monstrosity.
“Hey why is it so dark in here…AND WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE CRAP!” Marinette walked over to the banana and unzipped it. Pulling the face down revealing Jason. He looked around in a daze for a second before recognition flashed in his eyes.
“GUYS HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND LIKE THAT!”
“It was every man for himself.”
“Anyways, Jason your punishment’s not over. I have made all of your guns and ammo disappear along with Damian’s knives and swords.”
“cries of utter anguish” her head snaps up. Her gaze piercing through Bruce.
“And just where do you think you’re going Bruce? I have a lovely pink leash for you to try on. After all you promised to take me fabric shopping while I was here.”
For the next few weeks the front page was covered in nothing other than Bruce Wayne shopping with Marinette while on a pink leash. Bruce did not show up for the next few Justice League Meetings.
