Babies screaming, children crying for their parents, people screaming in pain and fear. 

It was awful.

Along with the sounds of the panic came the sounds of the warriors, the people who looked at the damage and destruction and decided to do something about it.

Her people.

“I need an update on the situation. Who is the victim and what can they do? I need the positions of the Miracle Warriors as well as our civilian aids, both the Knights and the Scouts. Compile a list of our injured and the hospitals, medics, and medical centers who are still operating. Gather the children and contact the Huts and Shelters with capacity for more as well as who in those places have Caretakers. Someone check on our elderly and for those of you who are standing around and staring, stop. We all have things to do, there are pictures of me on social media, you can stare at those after we win this fight now move!”

As soon as she was out of the portal she was spouting orders, the people who had worked with her before were already used to her spouting orders and getting the things she ordered done. 

Those who were new however, were not used to seeing a 4’11 teenage girl climb out of a portal and immediately start taking control of, well, everything.

After being called out, the people who had stopped and stared immediately got back to work, several of them kept looking back at her but she ignored them, marching her way to the war room set up in the back of the building.

Just as she turns down the final hallway to reach the rooms she is met by Chat Noir, slinging his arm around her shoulder as he greets her.

“Hey Princess, good to see you back. Almost cried when I saw the victim throw you through that portal. No clue how me and the rest of the team would have fared without you there to lead us.”

Marinette smiles, bumping her shoulder against his side as he opens the door to the war room for her.

“Guess it’s a good thing none of you will ever have to find out, huh?”

As soon as everyone notices her appearance they abandon their stations, everyone rushing over to greet her.

“Princess! It is an honour to have you in our hut! How can we be of use?”

“Princess! Your back!”

“Oh thank goodness you are alright! Everyone has been so scared that we would have to fight this without you!”

Marinette greets them all, assuring who she can that she is alright as she continues her walk through the war room.

“Princess! Someone told me to give these to you!”

Marinette turns to the little boy, probably no older than 8, who brought her the folders of information, thanking him profusely for his help before making it to a desk.

“Alright people, I need to know if there is any footage of the victims abilities and any plans for defense, offense, and recovery. If there are already plans, bring them here so I can go over them and either improve them or work around them.”

Everyone disperses, people returning to laptops and computers, maps on the walls being marked with routes, paths, and damages to avoid, all in all it is pretty organized.

Marinette sets the folders down on a desk someone cleared for her, checking over who is still in the fight and who had to be pulled, as well as each person's specialties and weaknesses.

Pulling some blank sheets of paper out of the desk drawer Marinette starts planning, peoples positions are swapped, different areas scheduled to be recovered, a different plan entirely is formed after she is able to watch the footage of the victim in action.

“Chat? Could you come here please?”

Chat Noir immediately rushes over from where he had been hovering around Pegasus and his computer.

“Yes~ Princess?”

Marinette slaps the new and improved plans to his chest, letting go once he grabs a hold of them.

“Take these to the Hut’s Planners for review. I will be near Pegasus when you get back.”

Chat Noir salutes her before running off, skirting around the same boy who brought her the files from earlier.

“Princess! The other Huts got back to us. Several of them still have plenty of space but I had an idea.”

Marinette squats down to his level, ignoring how the dress she is wearing poofs around her.

“I’m listening.”

He smiles, practically jumping up and down.

“What if we get some of the Knights and Scouts to get the people who like kids in one place and put the kids in the same place? I think it could help everyone and make sure that the rest of the kids are safe.”

Marinette smiles at him with pride, kissing his cheek and agreeing with his ideas even as her heart shatters.

A kid so young should never be involved in a war, even if it was a small role like pitching an idea.

Marinette sends him off in the same direction as Chat Noir, finally making it over to Pegasus.

“Marinette. Good to see you more or less in one piece.”

Marinette rolls her eyes, shoving his shoulder for the dig at her brand new, very pink (thankfully more of a pastel shade of pink) and poofy, disney princess makeover.

Returning his greeting, Marinette steals the water and sandwich off his desk, making him sigh.

“I figured you were going to do that, which is why I made doubles. I already ate mine, that one is yours. Ready to watch the live stream? Alya is out on the field as an Overseer today.”

Nodding her head so she doesn’t talk with her mouth full, Marinette takes a seat and turns towards the projection on the wall, watching as Alya gets a little too close to the fight for Marinette’s comfort.

“She’s far too brave for her own good. Kinda like you.”

Marinette ignores Pegasus entirely as the fight starts to pick up. The Miracle Warriors start to show signs of a struggle as the people under the influence of Shadowmoth and his Victim start to overwhelm them.

“Pegasus, I need you to drop me in.”

He immediately starts to protest but Marinette cuts him off.

“I need to be on the field today, I don’t know why but I need to be there. Drop me in.”

Pegasus sighs, motioning to the side and bringing a little robot, Markov she realizes, over to them.

“Alright, I’ll drop you in, but you are going to wear your comm this time and Markov is coming with you as an Overseer.”

Marinette raises an eyebrow, confusion all over her face, as she begrudgingly puts her comm in.

“Why? It’s not like there will be anything important for him to oversee anyway?”

Pegasus opens the portal beside her, shooting her a deadpan look.

“He is overseeing you. I know how much of a menace you truly are. If you have eyes on you you won't be needlessly reckless, now go.”

Pegasus boots her through the portal before she can even protest.

Marinette sits up, adjusting her comm and turning it on as she untangles a chain wrapped up in some rubble.

“Hey guys, guess who's back from the dead?”

Marinette starts her walk, dress not catching on any of the rubble or tripping her up when she has to climb over stuff because magic fabric is awesome.

“Princess! Glad to hear you're still with us, you coming to the fight or do you want us to bring it to you?”

Carapace’s voice is comforting to hear as she stumbles upon her first fight of the day.

“Nah, you guys keep it there. I’ve got some company over here anyway, see you soon.”

Mariette waits until she gets confirmation before bringing attention to herself, swinging the chain around her body to build up momentum.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you guys aren’t going to let me leave peacefully, are you?”

Marinette assumes the answer is no, seeing as how the minions charge at her full speed.

“Alright then. Your funeral.”

A slightly feral grin takes over Marinette’s face as she whips her chain towards her closest attacker, gearing herself up for a long day of several fights.

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His father had his head in his hands and the girl who had been trying to convince Damian that his true love existed was crying into Vikki Vale’s shoulder, claiming tht she was supposed to be his perfect match.

Damian wanted to go home.

That was all.

Unfortunately he did not get his wish as another portal opened, dropping out one, British, Drunk Man, John Constantine.

“Where did it go?”

Constantine stumbled around, looking around the room and ignoring everyone in it until Vikki Vale spoke up.

“Um, sir? Who are you?”

Constantine turned around, hands in his pockets and smiling broadly.

“John Constanine, a huge concentration of magical stuff popped up here a few minutes ago and seeing as how the Big Bat doesn’t let magic happen here, I was curious so I came over.”

He shrugs, walking around the room a few times before he walks over to Damian, grabbing him by the arm and jerking him around.

“Why are you the only one with traces of magic on you? Did you touch it?”

Damian hesitantly nods, glancing at his Father when Constantine pulls him closer, doing something with his hand until a portal appears in front of them. 

“Alright. Road trip! Hope you don’t get motion sick.”

Constantine starts trying to coral Damian into the portal, almost succeeding until he is ripped away by his father and shoved behind his family members.

“I’m afraid you won’t be taking him anywhere, especially not alone.”

Constantine groans, doing something with his hand and making the portal bigger.

“Alright, fine! Everyone get in, I want to see what this is before it moves again and I need him to do that now let's go!”

Constantine moves behind everyone, rushing them to get in the portal and telling them all to hold onto each other.

Once they make it to the other side they are immediately taken over by the sound of people running around trying to get stuff done.

Everyone untangles themselves from one another sitting up and looking around the room, trying to get a feel of where they were.

A boy in cat ears and what looks like a mix of spandex and leather whistles loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

“Alright everyone listen up! We have new marching orders from the Princess herself. She is currently out on the field so she can’t give these out herself, pass these around and if anyone has any questions please ask. We have no time for miscommunications here.”

Packets of paper are passed around the room, several people sharing theirs and passing the rest around so there is hopefully enough to go around for everyone, chatter fills the room as the packets make their way to Damian and his family.

Damian takes one, passing the rest around and letting his family (and Constantine) crowd around him to read from it.

“Why does this look like a battle plan?”

Jason’s question is apparently, just loud enough to catch the attention of the boy from earlier, causing him to walk over to the group, grinning like mad.

“Hello! Name’s Chat Noir, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you lot aren’t from Paris? Or you haven’t been here long at least.”

He puts out his hand to shake and Bruce returns the gesture, shaking his hand and answering for the rest of them.

“You would be correct, we are from the United States. Can you explain what exactly is going on here?”

The now dubbed Chat Noir nods, turning around and waving for them to follow him.

“Your accents and French are both very good, colour me impressed! This is a ‘Hut’ one of many actually. We use these Huts as a Base-of-Operations so to speak. Most of the planning for the War and individual battles happens here. I can give each of you a packet explaining everything if you would like?”

Bruce confirms that they would like the packets, speaking for the rest of the group as they all look around them in wonder.

Everywhere you turn there are people, some sitting on the floor and furniture with laptops, tablets, and cellphones, all seeming to be furiously working on something, others are writing in notebooks, and running around with papers in their hands, talking rapidly to different people before running off again. 

Some people are running around with boxes, depositing them on tables and running off again. 

No one seems to stay still for more than a few seconds at a time, always moving around.

On several people Damain manages to catch sight of bandanas, pins, and even pieces of Jewelry with animals on them, several of them depict bees and mice curiously enough.

“In here is the ‘War Room’, really it's just the biggest classroom in the school but I digress. Pegasus should be in here, he is the one that has all the packets, haven’t gotten around to distributing them yet. Pegasus! Bro! I need some of those Info Packet thingies you made!”

Chat Noir barges through the room, heading straight for a boy with dreads sitting tensely in front of a computer.

“The Pamphlets are in my bag in the green folder, help yourself.”

Chat Noir retrieves the pamphlets, passing them out and planting himself in the seat beside ‘Pegasus’, leaning in to see what he is watching.

“Wait a minute… Is that Princess?! WHERE DID SHE GET SMOKE BOMBS?!”

“She. Made. Them.”

“How?”

Pegasus takes a deep breath, leaning away from his computer to show the screen full of smoke and the same girl that crashed into Damian standing in the middle of it.

“She found some ping pong balls, aluminum foil, and straws that she found in a store she came across.”

Damian sets the pamphlet down and moves closer to them, watching as ‘Princess’ uses everything and anything around her to fight off a group of people.

Bruce’s hand on his shoulder pulls his attention away.

Looking into his father’s eyes Damian is concerned to see the amount of concern, confusion, and borderline guilt there.

Bruce holds out the pamphlet, waiting until Damian grabs it to let go.

“I think you should read this.”

Bruce nods at him, shifting him out of the way so he can take his place in front of the computer screen with Chat Noir and Pegasus.

“She is ‘The Princess’ hm?”

Chat Noir jumps slightly, tearing his eyes from the screen just long enough to look at Bruce before turning back.

“Yeah, that's her. Awesome, isn’t she?”

“She’s certainly resourceful.”

Sounds of agreement sound from the two as Damian focuses his attention more on the incredibly worrying pamphlet.

Damian’s concern grows as he reads, looking up he can see similar expressions on his siblings' faces.

4 years. 

There has been a magical war happening in Paris for 4 years, and none of them knew.

“Why hasn't the Justice League been contacted?”

Pegasus looks over at him, seeming to take pity on him as he turns to face him.

“It’s not for lack of trying. The running theory is magical interference. No transmissions make it out of Paris, we’ve even tried sending people out of Paris to try to send the distress signal from there or physically deliver the news but it never works. As soon as they leave Paris they completely forget about the war. If we try to remind them it doesn’t go through. We’re stuck.”

Steph speaks up from behind them all, placing a hand on Damian’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Is there any way you can make this feed larger? It seems like most of the action is with her.”

Pegasus nods, turning to the projection on the wall.

“Changing the main screen to watch the Princess. Keep at least one eye on the victim.”

Confirmations are heard around the room as the feed switches, audio switching with it, filling the room with the sounds of clanging metal and grunts coming from Princess.

“Oh you did not just throw a spear at me!”

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The War:

4 years ago a man who went by the name of Hawkmoth declared war on Paris, France. He has since changed his name several times, including Scarlet Moth, and most recently, Shadowmoth. Shadowmoth demands that Piáo Chóng and Chat Noir hand over their ‘Miraculous’. Paris as a whole has decided that he should not receive said ‘Miraculous’ for a number of reasons. The most prominent being we do not know what he would do with said power. As a result, many people came together and formed ‘The Court’, following ‘The Princess’ and her example of fighting back in any way we can.

The Court:

Groups of people who came together in one organization dedicated to keeping Paris thriving amidst the War against ShadowMoth

Miracle Warriors:

Those who were gifted with magical jewelry to fight against ShadowMoth. No one knows how they got their ‘Miraculous’ and if asked each and every Warrior simply says it showed up in their homes. No Warrior is obligated to reveal their identity, do not pressure them, they have more than earned our respect and trust. Miracle Warriors are the leaders of their respective squadron.

Miraculous:

The magical jewelry that both the Miracle Warriors and ShadowMoth use to fight.

Huts:

Huts are a Base-of-Operations during battles, they can be peoples homes or even stores that are left standing, they are mobile and rarely ever found in the same place twice, The NetWork is used to find where they are.

Shellters:

Shellters are official places to hunker down in, typically found underground or very high up, there are two at the eiffel tower, one is beneath the tower itself while the other is at the observation deck.

The Network:

A secure line created with the help of Crafters and funding from the people of Paris, it is shared through Walkie talkies, an app you can download on your electronics, and comms for those going into battle. If requested you can have Sprinters, Scouts, or Conductors to personally deliver news to you. Typically only happens if you are unable to use the other mentioned methods.

The Princess:

The Princess, also known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the former leader of the Mouse Squadron. Princess founded The Court, taking people under her wing during fights and protecting them. When asked, she would teach people all that she knew.

 Princess is the only Parisian to have never died in an attack. She is the only known living human being that knows all of Miracle Warriors secret identities, and not by choice.

When a Warrior dies in battle, she has managed to find their body, strip them of their ‘Miraculous’, and resume the fight in their stead, she always returns their ‘Miraculous’ to them after the fight.

Princess is the true Jack of All Trades, if she shows up at a Hut, Shellter, or Battle, refer to her judgment.

Do not let her size or age fool you, she has survived more than any of us can imagine. She knows what she is doing.

Miracle Warriors And What Powers They Have:

Piáo Chóng - Ladybug leader/founder: Lucky Charm and Purification

Chat Noir - Black Cat leader/founder: Several Cat-like abilities and Cataclysm 

Carapace - Turtle leader/founder: Shellter and Prolonged Apnea

Rena Rouge - Fox leader/founder: Illusion and Reality

Queen Bee - Bee leader/founder: Venom and ‘Hive-mind’

Viperion - Snake leader/founder: Second Chance and Infrared vision

Ryuko - Dragon leader/founder: Elemental Mimicry and Fire Breathing

Pegasus - Horse leader/founder: Voyage and Nearly 360 Vision

Bunnix - Rabbit leader/founder: Burrow and Incredible Prediction

Polymouse - Mouse leader: Multitude and Quick Adaptability

Squadrons: 

Ladybug:

Led by Piáo Chóng, those who work under the Ladybug are typically the Healers or Crafters, the Healers work as nurses and/or doctors either out on the field or inside the Huts and Shellters. Crafters create objects to help improve the situation, they have been know to build boats, stretchers, or even makeshift shelters out of the rubble found during battles, Crafters are the ones who came up with the idea for ‘The Network’

Black Cat:

Those who work under the Black Cat are known as Demolitionists and Guards, the Demolitionists clear paths and help the Wayfinders with their jobs. Guards act to protect civilians and Ladybugs, they help the Sprinters with transportation in risky areas as well

Turtle:

Those who work under the Turtle are most commonly found as Knights and Guards for the Scouts, though several have been found protecting Huts and Shellters. Knights are the ones who fight, they get people out of bad situations be they magical or otherwise, the Turtle Guards, much like the Black Cat Guards help with transportation of the injured or frightened. Turtles came up with the idea of ‘Shellters’ hence their name

Fox:

Those who work for the Fox are Overseers and/or Informants. Overseers risk their safety to get as close to the fights as possible and take video evidence of them so that the Planners and civilians, Knights and Miracle Warriors know what they are up against. Informants focus on what is happening around the fights, they look for patterns between attacks and provide information to the Agents in an attempt to help unmask ShadowMoth

Bee:

Those under the Bee typically work as Caretakers, caring for children, elderly, and severely mentally and physically disabled people during attacks, Caretakers can often be seen helping out the Healers when they have time. On the flip side, some under the Bee work as Agents, dedicating themselves to unmasking ShadowMoth and any other corruption that has taken root in the city.

Snake:

Those under the Snake are often seen as the odd ones out. These people have learned to trust their instincts and have been rewarded greatly for it, working as Soothsayers to attempt to predict which way the battle will turn and supplying this information to their Planners so that something can be taken into effect. They typically work on backup plans just in case but their work is incredibly valuable to the Huts.

Dragon:

Those under the Dragon help train others to prepare them for their specialties, be they on the front lines or working behind the scenes most everyone has worked with or under a Dragon at some point. Surprisingly enough, Dragons have done valuable work as Caretakers, the no nonsense attitude many of them seem to naturally sport has been noted to help calm down those who are panicking, oddly enough.

Horse:

Those under the Horse are some of the most valuable members The Court has. They are known to work with the Scouts to retrieve supplies, find injured and/or lost civilians and discover new places to set up shop as Travelers. The Sprinters are the ones who go out into the field to either deliver information to other Huts/Shellters or supplies to anyone who needs it. When injured are found they work with the Crafters, Guards, and Scouts to bring them to safe locations where they will be treated and taken care of by Healers and Caretakers until the battle is over.

Rabbit:

Those under the Rabbit work closely with those under the Snake, Horse, and Mouse as Wayfinders and Conductors. As Wayfinders they work with Travelers and Scouts to find clear paths or let the Demolitionists know if a path needs clearing, they also help Sprinters return to their base or the nearest one in cases of emergency. As Conductors they ensure the Planners’ plans go as smoothly as possible. Conductors used to work as The NetWork, along with Sprinters before it was officially digitized and still perform their old job when The NetWork goes down

Mouse:

Those under the Mouse are rarely seen alone, they typically operate in pairs or groups of three. They work as Scouts and Agents. Scouts retrieve supplies for Huts and Shellters, they work with Overseers on occasion to help warn others of what is coming and help with evacuation when needed. Scouts are generally seen as a Jack of all Trades, helping where they are needed. Agents on the other hand, are almost never seen. If you are lucky you may be able to spot one or two as they travel but they are typically invisible unless you know where to look. Mouse Agents are similar to Bee Agents, dedicating themselves to unmasking ShadowMoth and uprooting corruption in the city. However, Mice have a more, hands-on approach in comparison.

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