Chapter 4

When Jason woke up to the sound of screaming, he pulled out his guns and crept down the stairs expecting an attack from supposedly the league of assassins, seeing as they were the only ones actually capable of breaking into the Wayne Manor. What he didn't expect, though, was the sight of his younger brother screaming his head off as he stared at the screen of his phone.

 He tucked his handgun in his back pocket (safety now on) and placed his rifle on the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" his voice was deep and groggy, "You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought we were being attacked!"

Tim looked up at his brother, his eyes shining. "Cyborg just sent me a video."

Jason practically snarled. "A video! You woke me up because of some stupid--"

Tim rolled his eyes and shoved the screen in his face. 

Another scream erupted through the manor walls.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN HERE!"

Pure muscle barged in through the door and the men gulped as Bruce made his way in, face mask half on. They could tell by the bags under his eyes that he'd just woken up.

You should never wake up Batman.

Jason nudged his brother forward. "You show him."

Tim's eyebrows furrowed, "No you do it!"

"It's on your phone."

Tim sighed and meekly stepped forward before handing the phone over to his father.

They watched as Bruce's face morphed from anger to surprise to..no way..it couldn't be....joy?

His face remained stoic as he spoke seemingly to himself but loud enough for the other boys in the room to hear. "What am I going to name my grandchildren..."

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"How could you not tell us you had a boyfriend, let alone a husband!"

Marinette laughed at her parents on the other side of the screen.

Meanwhile, Damian sat as far away from her as possible recalling the warning her parents had given him if he hurt her. 

He shivered. They were some scary parents. He was willing to bet that Sabine was even scarier than his own Mother, Talia! 

Today was one of those chill days in Gotham. One of those days where thieves didn't feel like stealing and murderers didn't feel like murdering. One of those days where everyone could relax and enjoy life for at least one second.

Ha! As if that was actually true!

They'd just gotten back from a few days of uncovering a secret chain of human traffickers and it was an understatement to say that they were all tired.

When they'd gotten home, Marinette had given him a big kiss and had offered to wash his back in the shower which he quickly refused. He didn't know if he could take anymore of this. 

When he'd gone to Raven to force the antidote out of her, she wasn't there. The little crook had run away leaving a note stating that she and Starfire were off to some magic thing. 

Cyborg was busy doing whatever the hell it was he did in his freetime and Beast boy had gone off to try and win over Raven for the umpteenth time leaving a very bored and very annoyed Damian with a very happy Marinette.

So when Marinette suggested they watch Netflix and 'Chill', he agreed but demanded that they take the word 'chill' and use it for it's actual meaning and not the alternative.

Now, here they were as Marinette talked to her parents and he ate snacks waiting for her to finish before they chose a movie.

When the call ended, Marinette immediately plopped next to him and stole the remote.

"Let's watch Hulk vs!" she exclaimed.

"No." There was no way he was watching some stupid, cartoon version of the Avengers. He hated how the movies always made Hulk seem so much more vicious than he actually was. He was a big softie 80% of the time.

"Teen Titans G--"

"We are not watching anything that has to do with us!"

Marinette sighed. "Fine! You choose!"Jason nudged his brother forward.

Damian grabbed the remote. 

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They were 20 minutes into watching 'Spy' when Damian decided he'd go for a bathroom break.

When he came back, he expected to see Marinette stuffing popcorn into her mouth but instead found no one. 

He called her name but she didn't answer. 

When he got frantic and went around the house looking for her to only not find her and her kwami missing, he called the others.

As he waited for them, he snooped around some more. He eyed the half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the table and plunged his hand deep in. He felt something hard and square and pulled it out; it was a rubix cube. 

He growled throwing it across the room and watched as it broke apart and something fell out of it.

He picked up the piece of card.

What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?

~The Riddler