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i don't need to see to find you by assassinscred and bloodhungrywolfpack ( @bloodhungrywolfpack )

classic betrothed a u but with a twist

Tiny Tim by LeoLeonte

I go back to this fic all the time. It's iconic.

The string that binds us by FaithAndATypeWriter

The way the author characterizes Marinette and Damian in particular is so beautiful, its one of my favorites.

League of Losers: Adventures of Catgirl and Duskwing by GummyLover15 ( @gummylover15 )

I was hooked from the first sentence of the summary and binged it all in less than two days

gotham mouse paris bug izzybelledot ( @izzybellepenguin )

lovely beautiful and satisfying to read

the reports asociated with my existence have been significantly misconstrued by davidstennant

one of those fan fics i wish i could read for the first time again

A bond formed through trauma by Totally_no_one_like_me ( @totally-no-one-like-me )

I like the way Marinette acts in this fic and how Chloe realises her mistake and apologises.

Protection Detail by FairyChix26 ( @the-alice-of-hearts )

It’s a really fun fluff read. Kinda a modern day Knight fic. Very sweet and fun to reread

Maybe I’m by your side in another life by ScarletImpulse ( @ringleaderscarletshadow )

Loving this fic is as easy as breathing. It’s fun and has love in every word written.

Truth and Consequences series by mochegato ( @mochegato )

I'm sure I've already recommended this before. I don't care. I'm doing it again.

Broken Harmony - dessarious

talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, etc

Non-Anon recommendations:

otome_wandering recommends In an Apron by dreamsof_moonlight

I fell in love with this (and its series) because the idea of Damian being complete affected by the idea of a girlfriend being *home* and wanting to be taken care of just because he saw Marinette in an Apron made me absolutely weak

otome_wandering recommends Teleporting Into Your Life by Izanae ( @izanae )

Literally one of the only Bio-fam Bruce fics I actually reread. So we'll written and I love them all being so protective of Mari as well as the trauma comfort. Also the background Jonette is ADORABLE

otome_wandering recommends Joint Filing Status by ew_selfish_art ( @ew-selfish-art )

I'm a sucker for unintentional marriage and the way they get competitive over it leaves me kicking and screaming.

iffy recommends Canary by oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol ( @olivia-anderson-fanfic )

ugh I started a piece of fanart for @newdog14's incredible Timinette fic Coup de Foudre absolutely forever ago and I finally got around to finishing it lol

“Bloody machine stupide,” Marinette hissed as she not quite slammed her phone down on the countertop in disgust.  If she could strangle a phone, she would.  She had to consciously, painfully, force her hands not to curl like she was strangling an imaginary neck.  She was in public.  There were quite a few people in the café with her, some, like the man next to her, were extremely sexy, and she did not need sexy people giving her those kinds of looks.  She wanted them to give her a different kind of looks.  The kinds of looks you don’t give insane people.

Clearly, playing Wordle while waiting for her chronically late friend to arrive for their coffee catch up was the worst mistake she'd made since... the night before… and a few hours before that… and a few hours before that.  The occurrence and frequency of her mistakes was not the point.  The point was this word was clearly some obscure word long forgotten in the English language.  An arcane word.  Arcane!  See, she knew English.  Despite what this pretentious game indicated.

She looked around her quickly, just in case her friend had appeared quietly and she had a completely innocent excuse to put the phone away, though the likelihood of her friend doing anything quietly was exceptionally unlikely.  Unfortunately, there was no excuse to cling to.  But what there was, was the sexy man, who had been there since shortly after she arrived, scrolling on some app.

She could ask him… it would be an excuse to speak with him… but the excuse would be that she’s an idiot, and that was not exactly how she wanted to start a potential relationship.  She already had to fight against people thinking she was an airhead because she was a female and in fashion, she didn’t need to add this in.

Yes. Because I am in that phase again lol

If you are the author, let it be known that you are awesome!

1) Taking Chances by Undercover_fangirl - This is a biodad Bruce Wayne story. Mari gets to Gotham and faces Joker, and voila - you have a dad and a chaotic set of siblings!

2) for us to collide by LadyLiterature - This is a Daminette story which I love love love love!! And the dynamic of the Miraculous team? AMAZING.

3) Stalker X Stalker by oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol - This is Timinette story. Caffeine deprived coffee addicts + kwami unapproved stalking tendencies = hilarious chaos XD

4) No, Mr. Wayne, You Can't Adopt Me! by ggomoz - This is a Marinette as Bruce Wayne's secretary fanfic. It is chaos and very good if you wanna laugh out loud!! XD They have no idea she's MDC and has miraculous powers. They wanna adopt. Damian wants her in the fam, but not by adoption.

5) Joint Filing Status by ew_selfish_art - This is a new fav Daminette. Surprise, surprise, turns out they're magically married. Both are as chill as fuck about it. The RobinxLB epic power couple we all want without knowing we want it OMG!!!! 🩷🩷

6) 1-800 Emergency Magic Management by ew_selfish_art - A very amusing Robinette one-shot in which the Justice League is trying to recruit the operator of a magic helpline from Paris. XD Nth read. Like seriously. LMAO

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“Come on, Red,” Dick whined, draping himself over Tim and pouting. It was annoying and he tried to shove him off as they waited for Ladybug to finish filling in paperwork with Bruce. “Even Hood got to meet her! And you said Robin was nice to her!” 

Duke: We try to fix it before Marinette and/or Alfred get back.

Jason: And if that doesn't work?

Steph: We blame Bruce.

Tim’s eyes are bouncing from side to side constantly on vigilant watch. He’d loosened his hair and let the longer strands hide the majority of his face while he diligently avoided any traffic cameras. He’d thrown a hoodie over his work attire and made sure to turn his phone off so it couldn’t be tracked.

He was sure it still wouldn’t be enough to keep them off his tail.

In truth, Tim was being watched. Tracked. Monitored. Whatever you want to label it. He’d been awake for the past five days and his family had discovered this fact this morning. Due to his use of caffeinated beverages to stay conscious, subsequently violating the coffee ban that had been in effect for the past three weeks, he was probably in serious danger.

The repercussions? He’d probably be shot with a tranquilliser the second they laid eyes on him. It wouldn’t be the first time. This is why he was moving incognito in order to purchase his next fix. That made him sound like a drug addict- So, Tim has his head hung low and is heading towards the reasonably furthest coffee shop from both the Manor and Wayne Tower possible.

Then something caught him off guard. Or rather someone . Out of absolutely nowhere , someone barrelled into him.

 ~

Marinette is nearly out of breath. Two years of track and five literally sprinting across Paris did nothing for her as she ran desperately trying to lose her pursuer. The cold Gotham atmosphere had prohibited sweating but Kwami, her layers of clothes were starting to feel heavy.

Literally running on five hours of sleep for the past four days was probably not the best move. Especially since she’d been deprived of any caffeine supplements this morning. It was better than nothing though.

A healthy four blocks away, the woman stopped to take a breather. She kept her body tense and ready for action and she surveyed her surroundings. She had finally lost Adrien . Pulling out her phone, she searched the nearest coffee shop and continued her sprint before turning off location and powering it off. She couldn’t afford to take chances.

The former parisian looks back momentarily. She only took her eyes off her feet for one second.  She swears. One second was all it took for one foot to run into the other and gravity to take the wheel. 

~

It caught Tim very much off guard. Which said a lot considering he was supposed to be on his toes. He stumbled backward in an attempt to regain balance, the assailant clinging to him. He plants his foot firmly on the pavement, successfully not toppling over with the extra weight.

“Are you o-”

“I am so sorry,” the person- Girl, he soon realises, said quickly standing up straight. She paused to stare at him.

Were his eyebags that bad? Did she recognise him?

No, that was impossible, his disguise was flawless.

“Look-” he began, but was promptly cut off…again.

“Are you by chance, in need of coffee?”

Huh?

“...yes?” he answered hesitantly.

“And you wouldn’t happen to be an insomniac too” Or workaholic,” she continued.

Where was she going with this? She was starting to sound like a t.v. commercial.

“I happen to be? What’s this abo-”

“I need your help! Desperately,” she exclaimed out of nowhere, “My brother is chasing me and I’m in desperate need of a caffeine fix! I said desperate already, didn't I? As a fellow insomniac you are obligated to help me in my endeavour,” she clasped her hands together on his and donned a pleading expression. Her eyes flitted to the side before she furrowed her eyebrows and slowly retracted her hands.

“Ofcourseifyoudon’twantto,that’scompletelyunderstandable.I’mjustsomerandomgirlwhocameoutofnowhere.Youjustseemlikeafellowcaffeineworshipper.Imeanlookatyoureyebags-Notthattheylookbad!They’reactuallyquiteimpressive-”

Despite slight confusion, Tim took her by the hand and gave her an earnest look. Frankly, the speed at which she spoke vaguely reminded him of Bart, maybe they were related. He was proud of himself for being able to understand her.

“Miss, I would love nothing more than to get coffee with you,” he spoke, maintaining full eye-contact.

“It’s Marinette, I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, nice to meet you…”

“Tim, I’m Tim Drake and it’s a pleasure to meet you Marinette,”

She smiled tiredly before glancing down at her watch, expression quickly changing. The lack of recognition in her eyes surprised him greatly. 

“It’s been ten minutes since I last saw my brother, chances are he’s lurking around some corner, we need to move quickly. He is a trained athlete and will stop at nothing to drag me back to our apartment,” she warned.

Tim nodded, “The closest coffee shop is Espresso Express but they taste like shit so we’re going to have to run a few blocks to get quality beans,”

Marinette shrugs, “I don’t care the distance anymore, once I get my fix I’ll be fine,”

The man scrutinises his new ally’s  clothing before coming to the conclusion that, “You might need to change your look though, the pastel pink in Gotham streets is not very inconspicuous,”

To this, the woman grins and pulls her hoodie over her head and off, turning it inside out to reveal a royal blue varsity jacket with silver accents. She then loosens her to low messy buns and ties back the top half into a small ponytail.

“You’re very prepared,” he commented at the quick wardrobe change.

“Of course, I always have a plan, and a back up plan for that plan,” she put.

The corner of Tim’s lips tugged upwards.

“Shall we?” He extended his arm in a joking manner.

“That we shall,” she took his hand.

At a fast pace, they were past the first block in no time at all, both on the constant watch for the individuals in exchanged photos. Funny enough, both parties had decided to use their siblings’ mugshots as references for appearance.

“So, what do you do? That hoodie is not cheap. I saw my Uncle J wear that brand once. I think that’s the closest to normal I’ve seen him. Are you rich? Businessman? Or born into it? You said you were a workaholic so I assume the former,”

 Marinette is usually great at making small talk. Functional Marinette has great social skills and a fully operating brain to mouth filter. Current Marinette is not, in fact, Functional Marinette.

“Uncle J? Like the Joker?” Tim questions. Tim, in this way, is very similar to Marinette.  His years at Bruce, his father's side, had given him enough practice with dealing with people. All of this training goes down the drain when coherency is taken out of the equation.

“The who?” Marinette frowns, “His name is Jared, but his stage name is Jagged,”

“Like the Rockstar?”

“Yeah,” she confirms.

“Huh, okay,” there is a brief pause before he continues, “Workwise, you hit the nail on the head, I grew up in a well-off household and later started running my dad’s company with him. Outside of the office I have some hobbies. I've done photography since I was young, Skateboarding, parkour and martial arts among others. You?”

“I’m a designer. I own a small brand in Paris but I’m in Gotham for a while. I own a small fashion brand. Funny enough my brother inherited it but decided to give it to me. He wanted nothing to do with his father. I do parkour too! Well, I used to, there are only so many hours in the day. I’m a self taught fighter if that counts? I grew up in a bakery so baking is a given and I dabbled in fencing and other arts,”

“My little brother does fencing,” he remarked, “...Is your brother adopted?”

“Oui,” she replied, quickly adding, “but I love him like I would any other family nonetheless,”

Tim nodded, “I understand that, only two people of the dozen in my household are actually related by blood,”

“Dozen?” Marinette’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Your parents have an adoption problem,” Tim snorted, “ I grew up an only child, when Adrien moved in I was ready to strangle him at any moment. I can't imagine ten of him,”

“Yes, well I’m usually the one being attacked,” he frowned.

“One of your brothers had a white streak and pretty blue eyes, non ?”

White streak? “Oh, yeah. Jason, why?” He is unusually unsettled by her description of his zombie brother.

She nodded her head to a police car parked on the opposite side of the street where two men sat in the front seat arguing with each other. Tim froze momentarily before picking up his pace and leaning towards her to whisper in her ear.

“The cop’s a Dick and the other one is Jason. We need to move quicker, I don’t know how they found us but if we’re spotted it’s all over,”

Marinette hums before asking, “Would you like to take a different route?”

Without waiting for a response nor offering a warning, she pulled him into the nearest alley and scanned the surroundings. Her gaze settled on a fire escape ladder and motioned for him to follow her as she leapt onto the ladder and began her quick ascent.

“If we travel by rooftop,” she spoke as they climbed, “The chances of being spotted are lowered. Gotham has very tall buildings,”

‘ Huh, didn’t think of that,’

As the two reached the top, they stared at the next building some distance away. Now, Tim knew he could make the jump with some effort. He does this on a daily/nightly basis during patrol more often than not. The question was whether Marinette would be able to, she was just a civilian after all. Maybe they should turn back.

“Are you sure you can-”

With a running start, she leapt off the ledge, her body gliding through the air before she finally planted her feet, one after the other firmly on the other building’s roof. That was unmistakabley (I’m sorry, English might be my first language but I can’t use words-), practised movement. She was familiar and unhesitant. She said she did parkour but- Maybe she was a vigilante too? 

Did Paris have vigilantes? No, last he recalled they had superheroes. How could he forget? Their leader had glared at Batman and told him to shut up without reservation. It had been a glorious moment. The woman had been bold and unashamed, glaring at the Dark Knight in her five foot something confidence, not even reaching his shoulder. 

Maybe Marinette was on their team. It would make sense.

Tim furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

“Can you make it?!” the woman shouted from the other building, “ I can carry you if you want! OR we can go back to the road-”

“No, I'm coming!” he shouted in reply.  He copied her actions, landing directly beside her.

“You seem good at this,” he looked at her, commenting.

“So do you,” she retorted.

“Touché,” 

“I’ll race you to that building with the Blabo the Birthday Clown billboard,”

Tim squinted, looking into the distance, man he really needed to stop using his laptop in the dark. Late night screen time was really taking a toll on his vision.

“What do I get if I win?” he teased.

Marinette smirked, “you won’t. But , if you do, I’ll give you a commission for free,”

“Commission?”

“I’m a designer, remember?”

“Oh yeah. What makes you so confident you’ll win anyway?” he challenged.

“Call it intuition,”

He rolled his eyes, “What do you get if by chance, you manage to beat me?”

She hummed in thought.

“You pay for my coffee,” she decided. Like he wasn’t already going to.

“Deal,”

~

Long story short, about six buildings later, Tim lost. Marinette had a good laugh as the man sputtered excuses. He blamed lack of physical activity, being cooped up in the office. He blamed the caffeine to food ratio in his system. Those and a multitude of other factors.

“How far are we from the cafe now?” 

Tim stepped closer to the edge of the front of the building and looked down.

“If we climb down here, it’s the next building,” he informed her.

“Coffee here we come,”

The two descend into another alleyway. Marinette pokes her head out the side of the building, looking left and right for any familiar faces before signalling to Tim, who is standing behind her for them to move forward. The pair dash into ‘The Bar’ coffee house, and quickly and confidently up to the barista behind the counter.

“Bonjour Monsieur, we’d like two of the largest size cups you offer with the most caffeine you can legally give us. No milk, no sugar. S’il vous-plait,”

The lady behind the counter stared at the teens blinking twice. She sighed deeply and combed her fingers through her umber brown hair.

“Aren’t you the Wayne kid who got banned from Espresso Express? My friend works there as a barista. He warned me about you,” she directed at Tim.

Tim gulped.  He looked a little put on the spot to Marinette. Time for her to step in.

“Madame, this is my partner Claude. I don’t know who Tim is but Claude here really just needs a pick-me-up. And so do I. Do you see these eyebags?” she pointed to the darkened circles below her eyes for emphasis.

“Sure whatever, it’s none of my business anyway,” the woman muttered and turned to make their drinks.

Tim walked up to her side and murmured to her, “You knew who I was?”

She huffed, “Tim, mon cheri , we passed at least three Wayne Enterprise advertisements with you and your family modelling on the way here. Bangs can only do so much to hide your face,”

She watched in amusement as his cheek heated in what she would assume was embarrassment. Moments later, they collected their coffees and looked for a place to sit.

“A window seat is much to exposed,”

“And a corner seat is a little to obvious if they do find us,”

“So where do we stay?”

“...corner?” Marinette decided, “I don’t know where else in the store we could go,”

Tim shrugged in agreement.

~

Luckily, a two seated table at the back of the cafe was very much free. Tim and Marinette sat quietly sipping their coffee.

“What are we supposed to do after this? We both have to go home at some point,” Marinette voiced.

“We could… not …go home. We could move to Colombia. They have the best coffee. Do you speak Spanish? If not, we could just go to San Andres, I think they speak English there. I can work remotely and supply us with income. Would moving compromise your job?”

Marinette hummed in thought, “We could do that but it’d be a hassle to move abruptly. Plus I have some very important pieces of equipment in our apartment.  If we’re not going home, instead we could shed our identities for a while and go off grid, when we return, they’d be too relieved we’re not dead to remember the coffee ban,”

“I like your train of thought. Once I can bring my laptop we should be set for a good few months. It has access to everything we’d need,”

“What were you doing during your sleepless nights anyway? Your family wouldn’t be hunting you if you didn’t do this often,”

“I was up catching up on paperwork that backpiled while I was away on business,” he said, “I kind of lost track of time,”

“Isn’t your father a C.E.O. too? You can just give him some to lighten the load,”

Tim frowned, “He’s a busy man too, I can handle paperwork,” he took a sip of his coffee.

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “And how long did it take you?”

“Like four days,” he mumbled.

She gave him a lopsided smile, “Look, I’m no stranger to sleepless nights. And this might be a little hypocritical but if it’s not that important or there’s a way to lessen the load you shouldn’t lose sleep over it,”

“Okay,” he spoke softly, “And why are you being hunted?”

She scratched the nape of her neck by practice, “I’ve been having creative block recently but the other night I had a run in with two local vigilantes and when the inspiration hit I just went with it,”

This piqued Tim’s curiosity, “You ran into the bats?”

“Oui,” she nodded, “I had made a late night run and was held up. Luckily Red Hood and euh, Spoiler? Oui, Red Hood and Spoiler saved me,” the lie rolled off her tongue with ease.

There’s a flash of recognition on Tim’s face, which is very odd. He shouldn’t know anything about that, it was the middle of the night in a desolate alley somewhere around her apartment. No one was around. Unless, he was told about it. This brought her back to the theory that he (and by extension the Waynes) were more closely tied to the Bats and JL than just sponsors.

Three things brought her to this theory. She’s seen a few reports and interviews( not of her own volition, Chloe likes to keep her up to date with global affairs, i.e. celebrity gossip) with Bruce Wayne where he very clumsily made excuses about his “non-existent” ties to the local vigilantes and honestly, they put Marinette’s Why-I’m-late-to-class college excuses to shame. At times, he’d had these smooth explanations which were scarily detailed, and other times, there were so many holes that if you wrote it out on a bowl you’d have a strainer. The latter occurrences were usually when he was visibly tired and make up sloppily hid his dark circles, like father like son she guessed.

She’d also seen the news, it was always important to keep up with the current affairs of one’s residence after all. Whenever Wayne was kidnapped, the Bats were sure to be on the scene before reports were even made. It screamed personal relationship. 

The thing that really solidified her theory was  the other night when she’d obliterated the idiot who tried to rob her and overheard Red Hood talking with Spoiler. She is ninety percent certain (you can never be one hundred percent positive of anything) she heard the man refer to Bruce Wayne as ‘pops’ which she thinks is slang for father but who really knows with English speakers.

Anyway, if ‘Bruce’ was Hood’s father and Batman was known to be the father of a large branch of Gotham’s vigilantes, there was only one real possibility. Bruce Wayne was dating Batman and had shared custody of the bats and birds.

“That was you?” he blurts.

“Eh?” she pretended not to hear him.

“I mean, it’s lucky they were in the area,” Tim recovers, at least tries to, to which she nods.

“You could say LadyLuck is always on my side,” she says cryptically.

~

Tim was going to break out in a nervous sweat. Marinette was more dangerous than he’d originally thought his fellow insomniac was. And she’d lied to him with a straight face too.  There was no way his brother and sister (?) had met two blue haired french girls on the same night. If it was really the same person, she’d beaten a man (albeit a would-be thief/assailant) with an inch of his life left without breaking a sweat or showing any remorse.

Now, he could chalk it up to she’s learnt some self defence,  she did say she was self trained after all, but to beat an armed man in a back alley with no weapons was a little too ambitious for someone self trained.

“So, I’m curious, what’s your go-to order?” he asks, sipping his cup.

“Erm, probably bait and switch, my partner is usually bait while I set the trap,” she answers unhesitantly.

“Huh?”

Her eyes widened as she realised what she said.

“You meant my coffee order! Haha, silly me. I euh, I gave you my favourite… video game tactic! Yeah, I like to game with Adrien and my papa on the weekend. I usually have a homemade brew. My maman owns the machine and the little extra add ons and she offer’s the baker’s customers,”

Tim nodded thoughtfully, a quite contrasting reaction to his inner thoughts. He fucking knew it . She had to be one of the heroes. Battle tactics is not the average response when you’re asked about your go-to order.

Who could she be? None of the main members of the miraculous team really looked like her. Ladybug was a little taller than her and the mouse looking one(?) had a different air to her. Did the member’s appearances change after transformation? They worked with magic after all. Magic was such a fickle thing.

Or maybe she belonged to a different group? Who else operated in the european/asian region? The miraculous team said they had a base in Tibet. Who else was there? The League of Assassins . Was she with the League? That would explain her skills and lying abilities.

Was she here to kidnap him? Had he been a target all along? He stared her down with an analytic gaze.

“You know, it’s nice to have someone who shares my taste, especially in coffee. The closest thing I had to this back in Paris was a friend Nathaniel. We both had the artistic drive and would sometimes meet up for coffee and sketching. It didn’t last after he went off to university though,” she smiled softly as though recalling a fond memory.

“That must be nice,” his tense expression relaxed, “I have something similar with a friend as well. Although it’s for other activities, unfortunately, he shares the same views as my family when it comes to my diet. I swear he’d use his laser eyes to burn holes in my cup if he had no self control,” 

She laughed. Okay maybe she wasn’t  a spy from the League. She was a little too genuine for that. He usually knew a snake when he saw one. But she definitely had some special background. Time to circle back to his miraculous team theory.

The small talk didn’t last much longer. He just happened to flick his gaze behind him. He nearly choked on his coffee at the sight of his older brother. Tim chugged his coffee instantly and sunk into his seat and jacket. Marinette frowned as she followed his line of sight.

“Don’t make eye contact,” he whisper yelled as he saw her staring at them openly.

“Noted, is there a way for us to get out of here?”

“No, we’re in a corner, there’s nowhere to run. Not even a damn vent in the ceiling,” he cursed.

“Maybe they won’t see us,”

They did.

The shorter of the duo, the man with electric blue eyes and bronze skin happened to catch a glance of them. He tapped the shoulder of the other brother and two stared at Tim for an uncomfortably long time before approaching. Tim cursed under his breath about a hundred times as his eldest sibling rested his hand on his hip in a very parental fashion. The hand on hip, head tilted and frowning ‘you know what you did position and you know exactly how I feel about it’.

Meanwhile Jason wore a ‘you knew this was going to happen anyway’ expression the complicit older sibling usually dawned.

“Tim,” Dick addressed him.

The man mumbled something incoherent before sinking into his seat further, if that was possible. Marinette stretched across the table and stuck her hand out in front of her friend protectively, directing his attention to herself.

“Bonjour monsieur, I don’t believe you’ve introduced yourself,” she smiled. Her mouth may have turned upward into a smile but her eyes screamed “go away” or murder, who knows.

“Uh, morning miss,” he says awkwardly, averting his attention from Tim, “I haven’t. My name is Dick Grayson, it’s a pleasure to meet you miss…”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Monsieur Grayson,” she politely refused to offer her name, “Now, I’d like to know what you’re doing with my friend here. We were in the middle of coffee,”

“That’s the problem sweetheart, little replacement here isn’t supposed to be consuming that shit ,” the man beside Dick interrupted, “So we’ll just take him off your hands and be on our way-”

“I don’t think so,” her eyes darkened. The officer looked surprised while Jason raised an eyebrow.

“He can leave when we’re done. It’s rather rude to just take my companion against his will,” she pursed her lips, looking between the two. Kwami, they were tall.

“Look we don’t have time for this shit,” Jason walked around Dick and grabbed Tim by the hood of his jacket and lifted him effortlessly. The younger of the two hissed, clawing at the neckline choking him.

Marinette stood up abruptly, the chair screeching as it’s pushed back suddenly. The eyes of multiple other patrons of the cafe turned towards them.

“Put him down,” she commanded. Dick immediately took a step toward her, fully prepared to subdue her.

Jason furrowed his eyebrows, “Do I know you?”

“No you don’t! You’ve never met!” Tim quickly protests.

It’s Marinette’s turn to look confused, “Why would I know you? I think I’d remember an asshole like you,”

Jason scoffed and dropped Tim who stumbled to his feet. Strangely, the man’s eyes flashed green as he stomped towards her. Dick is quick to intervene and block him.

“Hey, calm down. She’s harmless. And we’re in a public space,” he added. Jason huffed. While the two men stand there, Marinette looks at Tim and nudges her head to the door. He nods quickly and the two book it. It takes the two Waynes a moment to notice. Marinette grabs Tim’s hand as they run.

“We could lose them on the next corner,” she says as they run.

“Yeah, I have a place nearby we could hide out in-Oof-” 

The two are stopped once again, running into another figure in the cafe door frame. Dammit. They were moments away from freedom! Why-

“I found you Bug,” the figure says and Marinette’s heartbeat spikes.

“Fuck,” she curses as she takes a step back.

The strange blond man mimics Dick’s earlier hand on hip position. The first thing Tim notices is his height. He’s at least half a foot taller than both him and Marinette, maybe in line with Jason. He has these oddly feline eyes. His hair is windswept as though he’d been running and he had the looks of a model or actor. Perhaps the former.

Wait, tall…blond…green eyes? Looks of a model? This had to be Adrien, Marinette’s brother. 

With Tim’s brother right behind them and this man blocking the exit. There was no escape.  

“Double fuck,” Tim curses.

“ Haha , Hi Adrien! Mon petit minou, you know I love you~” Marinette laughs nervously, inching backward as her grip on Tims hand tightens to the point of discomfort.

The blond returns a feigned smile, “ Marinette, ma cocinelle, that’s a well established fact. In fact, I reciprocate to the point where I run around Gotham like a headless chicken to find you. I don’t know how you bribed Plagg but even camembert couldn’t win me your location,”

The ravenette simply shrugged wordlessly. Tim was a little lost but glad her brother didn’t seem as hostile as his. In fact, he seemed more relieved than anything if their playful conversation was anything to go off.

“A magician never tells her secrets,” she says cryptically.

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes, “Now that I’ve found you, can we please go home,” he pleaded, “You haven’t slept in days and I am willing to employ Chloe’s help if I have to. She is one phone call and a jet away,”

“Oh my God she’s another Tim,” Jason scowled.

“It explains why she was defending him,” the other added.

“Look Mister uh, blondie, how about you take ya friend over here and we’ll take out brother, I can recommend some human friendly tranquillisers that knock 'em right out. They’ll be gone for hours,”  Jason directed to Adrien who hummed in thought.

“You know what I think I’ll take you up on that,” he says to his pseudo-sister's detriment.

“Adri e n!” the parisian whined.

“Not this time Mousie. This is unhealthy. I don’t know if you've even blinked in the past three days,”

Marinette turned to Tim with pleading eyes and grabbed his hands in earnest.

“Please don’t let him take me away,” her voice was small as she begged.

“I don’t think we have a choice, we’re surrounded from all sides,”

“ Haah ,” she dragged her hand down her face, “We surrender on the term that the coffee ban will be lifted after the next twenty four hours,”

Tim watched her in surprise. He didn’t actually expect her to surrender. He sighed and shrugged in agreement.

“It’s funny you thought you had a choice, Dickhead you take him by the legs and I’ll take the hands,”

“Alright, it’s time to go home Bug,”

Without warning both sets of siblings grabs their respective insomniacs, the parisian being thrown over her brother’s shoulder bridal style and the gothamites struggling with their slightly larger sibling.

“Wait! I wanna tell him goodbyeee! Adrieeeeen,” she struggled, wiggling her hand into her pocket, she tossed a card at her partner in crime.

Tim skillfully caught it in his mouth and looked below his nose in an attempt to read it. He inhaled sharply before letting out a cry.

“YOU’RE MDC TOO?! Jason lEt me g ooo . LET ME GOO o . She’s my soulmate!”

“Shut the fuck up,” was the ever affectionate response, “You got her number, you’ll see her again if even we didn’t want you to,”

With a two finger salute, Adrien bid the gothamites adieu who nodded in reply.

“Call meeeee!” is the last thing Tim hears from the ravenette before she was out of sight, carried on her brother’s back like a sack of potatoes.

“We’re giving you a choice, you can go back to your bed in the manor or I can drop you off in a random safe house and you’ll find your way when you wake up,” Jason so graciously offered.

The addict let out a long unintelligible whine.

“Manor please, Alfred’s making pancakes tomorrow,”

Dick snorted, “Who said you were waking up by tomorrow?”