A Little Birdy Told Me 20

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Summary: Damian continues to try and get more information about the akuma class and Marinette while Dick is having an off day and just wants it to get better.

Only one brother gets what they want.

CH 20:

Damian may have jumped the gun on that one. 

He admitted that, willingly, in the privacy of his own mind. 

“To Dupain-Cheng? I mean sure but why would you like to know.” Chloe asked with narrowed sharp eyes.

Bourgeois was sharp, as were all his acquaintances so there was no point in lying, though he was confident he could do so flawlessly, his acquaintances had proved to be somewhat trustful. They all kept secrets if asked unless it was something trivial which confused him to no end. Allegra could ask they don’t tell anyone what she shared with them when it came to her having trouble mentally or her parents fighting but the group would tell almost everyone in the group how Claude had a crush on so-and-so from class-whatever. Richard said that is just how teenagers and friends are but it didn’t make sense to Damian and he tried many times to make it make sense. The only thing that made him feel better is the fact his father also didn’t understand. When he was in med school he told him how his study group kept his fear of bats to themselves but when he admitted to not being a fan of some musician that that information was shared and laughed at, but he stated clearly that the laughing wasn’t at him, just at the information as a study group member had explained. Again. It was strange, but Damian felt like this wasn’t one of those moments that they would share his information with others. 

Me writing the newest chapter of ALBTM: what if I add some Dick angst as a lil treat?

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Summary:  Just another day at Gotham Academy, well, Damian wished it was. His acquaintances seem to like to make it anything but.

Damian was not having a good day despite his father’s wishes. For the record, he did try to have a good day, it’s not like he purposefully went into the school with the intent to not, but it seemed like any good luck he had had in the last couple of days (which wasn’t much mind you) ran out. The whispers were what had tipped him off to begin with, usually he could brush them off as nonsensical youth gossip and carry on but the stares coupled with the whispers put him a bit on edge. He hadn’t done anything to his knowledge to warrant the behavior he had observed when he walked in but he didn’t let it show that anything was amiss. He merely strode to his locker and dropped off his afternoon class books before shutting it and locking it swiftly. Damian had tried to be nonchalant about his locker in the beginning, but when it had been broken into in his first week he had been livid, and upgraded the security courtesy of Drake. Apparently some schoolmates just wanted a peek into the newest Wayne’s locker and see if there was anything damning they could use against his Father to sell to some tacky tabloid. Needless to say, he and his father had been less than amused and in Damian’s case, hopeful that he would not have to stay in the ridiculous establishment. 

As he had said, luck was not on his side back then, so why would it be now? 

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Summary:  It's morning in Wayne Manor and Gordon and Bullock stop by for Marinette's statement.

“Good Morning Gordon, Bullock.” Bruce welcomed as he opened the door wider so the two men could enter his house.

“How many times have I told you you can just call me Jim, Bruce?” Jim asked with a shake of his head and a fond smile on his lips as he stepped inside the familiar manor.

“You forget Boy Scout, he was raised by the butler, I think he’s incapable of shaking off that proper speech.” Harvey joked as he followed Jim inside. The two followed the familiar path to the kitchen with Bruce making polite conversation, catching up from the last time they had seen one another. Bruce made sure his voice carried so the kids would know they were closing in on the kitchen. They all did better when they knew people were approaching rather than when they were snuck up on. Came with their night jobs unfortunately. He also did it for Marinette who was so tense, of course he knew why she was but it still made him frown when she flinched at his and the boys’ voices or simply seeing them out of the corner of her eye. He could tell that she was trying her best not to do so but he also knew it couldn’t be helped. 

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Ivan was never the smartest guy, he knew that, but what he lacked in brain he thought he more than made up in heart. That’s what his Mama always said and surprisingly that is what his former friend Marinette would also say to him when he was having a bad day. Contrary to popular belief, he and Mylène were not the perfect couple, they had their fights, they annoyed one another on occasion, they even took jokes too far. More often than he would care to admit it was because he put his foot in his mouth and said something stupid, or didn’t think things through and they would end up in a misunderstanding, but his mothers’ and Marinette were always there to help him cool down and think things through whenever he needed them. Before this whole Lila thing he used to be able to just call up Marinette whenever he needed help or just whenever he wanted to talk with her. 

She was his person and he liked to think he was hers, she would vent about her frustrations with Alya and the Girl Group, she would lament her failures and by failures Ivan meant little mistakes that Marinette was overthinking but that was okay, he knew she couldn’t help it. That was something he didn’t like that the girls and some of the guys in class teased her about, her tendency to spiral, they acted like it was just one of her quirks or it wasn’t a big deal. It was no secret that Marinette had anxiety, but he didn’t know if the others knew she had to take medication for it, but then even if they didn’t they still shouldn’t tease her for something she can’t control. Ivan had even said as much to said girl, he would never forget the smile she gave him as she told him he was a loyal friend.

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Summary: Juleka has always had trouble speaking her mind, but after the attack at Wayne Tower and the interviews that followed, she knew she had to find her voice.

Juleka sat in her and Rose’s room and did her best to make her brain shut up for five minutes so she could fully process everything they were just told downstairs, and everything she had told the officers. Everyone had already done their interviews and Juleka didn’t exactly feel numb nor overwhelmed, she felt like she was floating on the thin line between the two though. She kept flipping the top of her mirror on her wrist closed and open, open and closed, and she should probably stop before she annoyed Rose but she had to do something with her hands and she had been trying to break her old habit of chipping away at her nail polish. It was when she heard faint music that she remembered that Rose was taking a bath to soothe her nerves which was completely understandable. The blonde had been in near hysterics when she realized that Marinette could have died, but some part of Juleka, a cruel part wanted to ask how she only just realized that. It had been all Juleka had been thinking about on the bus ride back to the hotel. 

When she had been interviewed, it had been so hard to find her voice and actually speak but the officers were actually very patient and understanding with her. One even offered to get her water and a snack, they even asked if she wanted to go last but she absolutely did not want to go last. Juleka despised going first or last, she always tried to be placed in the middle if they ever had a presentation or project, so she soundly refused to go last. It took a bit of time but she was able to recount what had happened at Wayne Tower, how she, Rose, Ivan and Mylène had eaten out at a restaurant nearby the tower, one she couldn’t remember the name of. She had apologized profusely for not being able to remember and recited what she and Rose had ordered off the menu as though the cops would recognise which restaurant she was talking about. She had been a bundle of nerves and just kept apologizing until one cop, she thinks her name was Mlle Vincent, reassured her it was okay.

A Little Birdy Told Me Masterlist

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Memes Made By Gremlin:

Bruce No, Bruce Yes!

Asks:

Mari's Support

Who’s Redeemable And Who’s Not?

How Can The Redeemable Be Redeemed?

Permanent Miraculous Holders?

Alya Continue Believing The Lies In End?

Alya A True Fox?

How Will Lila Be Exposed?

Charity Gala?

Gotham’s Finest Fashion Disasters: No Capes?

Damian’s Design

Damian’s Design 2

Mari the Disney Princess?

Zoo Outing?

Zoo Reaction

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Summary: Nino didn’t know what to do and he felt like he was going crazy!

Nino didn’t know what was going on when he woke up but he knew it was nothing good considering the looks everyone was wearing when they were called down to the restaurant of the hotel they were staying. There were no other guests there but them and he had yet to see Mlle Bustier who was usually one of the first up. Everyone, though, seemed to be pretending things were fine, and this wasn’t strange and just carried on eating breakfast. Alya had tried to get Nino to get something to eat but he refused, he had felt nauseous since last night, or really he should say this morning and it was all because of his best bro. It wasn’t everyday you learn your best friend is a hero, specifically one of your home’s heroes, what made it worse was that Nino had kind of had suspicions about it. Back in Paris it had always been a thought in the back of his head but a thought nonetheless, and to have it confirmed was... something. A bad something if he were to be honest, and considering what some few thought of Chat as a whole, Nino had to swallow around the lump that formed in his throat. 

Once upon a time Nino would have been ecstatic to find out his best friend was the leather-bound feline hero, I mean who wouldn’t be excited about their friend being a magical superhero? But time passed and Nino noticed things about one of the defenders of Paris, like how he was late to fights, how he would flirt more than fight to the point of being a liability rather than a partner to Ladybug, he noticed how uncomfortable Ladybug looked whenever he would get touchy and flirt. Now he wasn’t the only one to notice these things as he had come to find out when he found out there were blogs dedicated towards Chat Noir’s less than stellar behavior, but it never caught traction because of all the people who wanted Ladynoir to be a thing, and those who idolized the feline hero. Most notably one of those people being Nino’s girlfriend, creator of the Ladyblog and self proclaimed President of the Ladynoir fanclub. He had made the mistake of showing her one of the blogs, he couldn’t even explain why, maybe to try and show her that Chat wasn’t all he was made to be, or maybe he just wanted her to take a step back from her blog and actually look at things. 

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Summary:  All good sleepovers start with therapy right? Right?

Harley helped Marinette move some things into her and Ivy’s usual guest room while Marinette giggled at Bud and Lou circling around her trying to get her attention. Harley just shook her head at her boys. “Babies, let Marinette walk normally. We don’t want her to trip and hurt herself now do we?” 

The boys immediately stopped circling Marinette’s legs so close but they did walk beside her closely and nuzzled her legs which still had her giggling as she carried a small bag of toiletries and makeup along with her. “How long have you had them?”

“Who? The boys? Oh so long! It’s hard to think of a time I didn’t have ‘em.”  She admitted, though it wasn’t the full truth. Harley loved her babies but she did get them during her time with Joker, and well, she was well over him but she was still healing from him. Thinking about him still brought her pain, not because she missed him or missed how she was when she was with him, but because she finally saw everything for what it was. Mistreatment. Manipulation. A narcissist who only saw her as a tool, a means to an end, and who only kept her around because he wanted a loyal dog and human shield. She was never a person in his eyes. No, the only one he ever saw as a person was Batman, and the masked vigilante would be the only one he ever saw as a human being, as his equal. “We’ve been to hell n’ back together, me and these boys. And I’d go through it again for them and with them.”

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Harley had never driven so fast, or perhaps she had, but it felt like she had never driven this fast in her life. When they had approached the gates of Wayne Manor she barely slowed to press the gate opener that Selina had given her and Pamela one night when they had a girls night. It was a gift, a sign, for them, if they ever needed anything, they were more than welcome to come over anytime they needed or wanted. She could feel her Pam-a-lamb staring at her but she didn’t give it much thought, all she could think of was making sure Marinette was okay. As soon as the gate was open she swiftly parked their convertible, was it a good parking job? No. Did she care? Also no. There was no hesitation as she pulled the keys out and jumped out of her seat and quickly rushed to Ivy’s side and opened the door for her wife. 

“Peanut, slow down. I know you’re worried but you might worry our little Sapling more if you go in guns blazing.” Ivy murmured as she softly grabbed one of Harley’s hands before the pigtailed woman could go grab their bags.

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Tim was sharp, Marinette would give him that, and okay maybe he had caught her a bit off guard but she was prepared. “I was given, from time to time, a Miraculous of my own to use and to help Ladybug. In the past it was to help both Ladybug and Chat when they were a team...but like I explained before that’s no longer the case.”

“So you were, or are, a hero too?” Bruce asked, Marinette nodded but took note of the way Tim started to type away on his phone and frown.

“Yes. I’m Mouseketeer, the uh, If the name didn’t make it obvious, the Mouse Miraculous user. There’s no point searching for my picture on Spot-On or the Ladyblog, I’ve never been captured on video.” She explained and gave Tim a small smile when he looked up at her in shock, she could also feel the eyes of the others on her but she didn’t let it get to her.

“But the Brat Chat knows you are this mouse hero?” Damian was the one to ask a question this time and Marinette couldn’t help the way her eyes glided to find his.

Imma be real I don't know how the traffic is anywhere else XD I based it off my experience of New York traffic when I visited a few years back and just how I imagine traffic is in Gotham as well, but that is so freaking hilarious.

A Little Birdy Told Me 11

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[Warning: there is a lot of dialog in this chapter!]

‘Magic. It just had to be magic.’ Bruce mentally sighed as he watched the blond boy in front of him and his son. He could see Damian tense up as he watched the boy in leather’s hand crackle and bubble with some kind of dark energy. While Damian looked as though he was ready to pounce whenever his father deemed it safe, or if he saw an opening, really he had to have a talk about that with him again, the young man in front of them seemed at ease. ‘So, he’s cocky.’ Bruce deduced. ‘He uses that magic as a crutch. That’s good to know. But how does the power work and how long can he use it?’

“Did he say cataclysm, Robin?” Red Robin asked over the comms. While Damian didn’t respond with words, he gave a low hum in affirmation. “Shit. Okay, so this is only my hypothesis and advice, but you guys should definitely not let him touch you with whatever magic he conjured up.”

“Report.” Bruce muttered as softly as he could, he noticed the leather ears on the boy’s head twitch, could he…did they actually hear them?

“Definition wise, an event that causes a lot of destruction, or a sudden, violent change. Magic wise, from what I could dig up from these two blogs from Paris, well the short version anyways is you guys are fighting Chat Noir, one of the heroes of Paris. His power is called Cataclysm and basically anything he touches with ‘it’ becomes dust.” Red Robin reported as fast as he could, thankfully they were all used to his fast reports by now so it was easy to follow along as Bruce, Robin and the Chat Noir boy circled around the roof watching one another.

At 1296 words so far on chapter 11 of A Little Birdy Told Me!!! I'm actually pretty excited to see how you guys like it! It'll hopefully be finished tomorrow and be posted tomorrow as well!