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Marinette, Conner and Tim on a Mission-

Marinette: Holy sh*t these guys shot at me! They could have killed me!

Tim: You're bulletproof, Mars....dramaqueen...

Marinette: Ya but I have Feelings, Timothy! Feelings!!!

Tim: Hell, I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?

Marinette: Yes.

Marinette: I want to ruin you.

So Villain (Akumatized or not, maybe Gotham rogue?) Marinette. With the song "I know you're out there" playing in the background. Literally.

Everyone in Gotham is confused why this seemingly sweet and innocent song keeps playing on repeat and no one knows where it's coming from so they're all warry. Especially a specific bat because they got reminded of a past friend that had a liking to sending notes with paper planes, which keep raining down on Gotham btw, and would have been really beautiful if not the dread people feel when they notice the blood on each one of them or something like that.

Anyways, people suspect the Riddler but that bat knew better (u pick who, but I want Timnette ) and basically rogue!Mari x Bat lol. With this dreaded song that sounded so criptic for me.

Ok so Mari wants to take the pranks to the new level, and she knew exactly where the line. Rules are just suggestions to guide the societal defined ‘right’ & moral abiding behaviour. All’s fair in chaotic love and prank wars.

So Mari has this conversation with her friend or SO:

“You know I love you, right?”

“What did you do?”

“I married your father last night.”

“You… there are a million other things I expected to hear, and none of them would be worse than what you just said.”

And that’s the story of how she broke the internet and the stepmother meme was invented within the batfam chat, the public would be SWEATING if anyone every even brought up the idea to disparage the bluenette.

Please and thank you C:

((not some of my best work))

Tim hadn’t planed to check in on the magazine photoshoot, but Dick was unavable to make sure that everything was kosher so it was up to Tim to make sure that all the models were safe and getting compensated properly.

Tim got to the photoshoot and saw the moedls that were getting make up applied when he saw her. Beautiful raven hair, bright bluebell eyes, and a sweet face, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And now she was walking over to him.

“Hey, you’re Tim Drake right?” her voice was as beautiful as she was.

“Uh, yeah, he is me, I mean I am him, I mean-” She cut him off

“Don’t worry, I used to stutter really badly too, though specifically around cute people. I’m glad I grew out of that.”

Maribat

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Tim Drake was not having a good day.

First, Dick had replaced all his coffee at the manor with decaf. DECAF! So he had to go to a cafe by the manor.

Second, he had to sit through a two hour meeting with the board members. Normally this was Bruce’s job.

But nooo. He had to go on his honeymoon with Selina. The audacity.

And now, he was late to a meeting with the famed designer MDC.

With his third coffee of the day in hand, Tim made his way down the busy streets of Gotham and towards the MDC headquarters.

As he neared the entrance, he ran into someone. And not only spilled the coffee in his hand on them, but the coffee in their hand as well.

He looked down to meet the bluebell eyes of a woman who didn’t seem much younger than he was. Her beautiful maroon pantsuit soaked with hot coffee as it started to stick to her body.

“I am so sorry.” He started. “I’m late to a meeting and it’s really important and now you’re soaked with coffee and it’s all my fault and -” before he could continue his rant he was cut off by the sound of laughter. He looked down at the woman.

“It’s fine.” She stated as she calmed down a bit from laughing. “Accidents happen. And luckily I have a spare suit in my office.” She looked down at a watch on her wrist. “I’m sorry, but as I would love to talk, I’m late to a meeting, and I think you are too.” She gave a small wave, and walked into the MDC building.

Great. Not only is she really nice, but works at MDC too. I really hope she isn’t MDC’s assistant or something. That would be awkward.

He pushed off the thoughts of the beautiful noirette for later as he walked into the building and stood by the receptionist table.

After about five minutes of getting directions, he made it to MDC’s office.

When he knocked, he held his breath, really hoping it was the girl from before. So when a different woman opened the door, Tim thanked his lucky stars.

The woman who opened the door was a rather tall ginger with turquoise eyes and glasses. She seemed to be wearing a MDC original. Which made sense since she worked with them.

“Hello there. You must be monsieur Drake. I’m Sabrina Raincomprix, MDC’s personal assistant.” ‘Sabrina’ stuck out her hand to shake, which he did. “Come this way. MDC will take a minute, there was an incident during her lunch break, so I must apologize for the wait.” She directed Tim to sit in one of the chairs in front of a large desk.

He simply nodded. Turns out he only had to wait for about five minutes.

“I’m sorry, you had to wait.” A familiar voice called from behind him. “There was an incident during lunch, but that’s been taken care of.” Tim turned around to face the woman, who was fixing a black peacoat. Fuck.

“Yeah. Um… hi again.” He gives a sheepish wave. The woman, MDC, looked at him and laughed.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” She stuck out her hand with a small smile gracing her lips, similarly as Sabrina had done before. “You must be Timothy Drake. I’m MDC. But you can call me Marinette.” He shook her hand.

“Um hi, Marinette.” He shook her hand, a slight blush on his face. Of course this was his luck today. He spilled coffee on the person he would be meeting with. At least she had spare clothes, and didn’t seem to be holding any grudges. “I’m really sorry again. For spilling coffee on you.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. Like I said earlier, accidents happen.” She sat down in her seat as they started to talk business.

And more than a few times did Tim realize just how pretty the designer was.

After the two-hour long meeting, it time for Tim to go, so he took a deep breath, summoned all of his courage and ask -

“Do you mind if I get your number?” Marinette looked surprised. “To buy you coffee some time.”

She smiled at him. She grabbed a post-it note and wrote something down. She handed him the paper.

Tim smiled. Her number.

“I’d like that.”