Chapter 13

Marinette's P.O.V:

"Hey, Marinette. I'm Barbara." A beautiful red head in a wheel chair greets me. "So, you are the one that Jason calls his new little sister? You're absolutely adorable." Barbara says beaming at me.

"Uh, thanks Barbara." I say, awkwardly shaking her hand.

"And I'm Selina." A woman with a short, black pixie cut spoke in a sultry voice. "Barbara is right. You are a cute little kitten." I shake her hand.

"Thank you." I blush at the onslaught of complements.

"Why don't we go to the dining room?" Bruce speaks up. "Jason, Tim and Dick are all already there."---------------Alfred brings out all kinds of dishes one by one and sets them in the center of the table. The boy's all playfully fight over the food the minute it's set down and I can't help but smile at how comfortable and normal this billion-dollar family is.

"They are always like this." Barbara leans over to whisper to me. "I hope you don't mind." Both of us laugh when a stray biscuit flies across the table and hits Tim square in the forehead. "I like to think of it as dinner and a show." She winks at me.

I look over at Bruce to see him smile fondly at his boys while shaking his head. "Your family is a lot of fun, Mr. Wayne." I say.

"Please, I told you to call me Bruce." He looks at me. "Do you need me to reign them in so you can get some food?" He jerks is head at Jason and Tim who seem to be fighting over a bowl of peas.

I smile at Jason and Tim before shaking my head. "I got this." I say with a light smile.

I stand up with my plate in hand and walk behind Jason to tap him on the shoulder. Jason immediately let's go of the peas, effectively spilling them all over Tim as he yanks them back. "What's up, Pixie-pop?" He asks.

"Nothing." I give him a bright smile as I pick up Jason's full plate and replaces it with my empty one. "I was just getting some food." I wink at Bruce before skipping my way back to my seat.

The whole table is quiet for a moment as I start to eat my food. "What?" I ask innocently as possible.

"That was smooth." Dick grinned at me before bursting into laughter.

Jason was still looking at the me in shock. "Did you just..." He points to his empty plate and then back at me.

"Are you going to eat something, Jay?" I say smirking at him. "It's all really good and I know Alfred worked hard on it."

"Yeah, Jason." Tim laughed as he pulled some peas out of his hair. "I have some extra peas if you want." He holds his hand out.

"I'll get you back for that, Sunshine." He smiles at me as he piles food onto his new empty plate.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I bat my eyelashes at him and turn to Damian. "Do you know what he's talking about?"

Damian tries to suppress his smile. "No, Angel. I do not."

"I like you, little kitten." Selina winks me. "You will fit right in around here." She purrs.

"I think so too." I say smiling back.

After a few minutes of everyone eating, Bruce clears his throat to speak. "So, Marinette. I have a few questions for you."

"What is it, Bruce?" I say cheerfully.

"I wanted to know where you learned to fight. I have to say that you handled yourself very well with Scarecrow yesterday."

I looked around at everyone nervously before shrugging. "There was this old man who used to teach me self-defense a few years ago. His name was Master Fu but really, I'm not that good. I think I'm just used to stressful situations."

"Why do you say that?" Barbara asks.

"Well Paris was constantly under attack up until a few months ago. The super villain really seemed to love targeting my school specifically." I poked my food around.

"Hawkmoth, right?" Barbara asked.

"Yes. How did you know?" I said with a confused expression.

"My dad is the police commissioner. You gave him a statement yesterday, remember? He said you talked about it with Nightwing, Red Robin and Red Hood. I looked into it a bit and it all sounds really crazy." Barbara says with a serious tone.

"It was. I'm just glad it's all over. Now people can feel whatever they want without fear of being akumatized." I said.

"I read the trial report on Gabriel Agreste. He just wanted a bunch of magic jewelry to make a wish to bring his wife back, right?" Barbara questions.

"Yes." I sighed. "But as noble as that sounds, every wish comes at a price. We can't have life without death. Who knows what would have happened if he succeeded?"

"I understand." Barbara smiled at me. "I also looked up pictures of these heroes Paris had. They look like teenagers."

"They are." I nodded. "That was Hawkmoth's main reason for targeting my school. I think he hoped one day he would get lucky and akumatize one of the heroes."

"You said he was looking for miraculous's right?" Alfred asked from across the table.

"Yeah. Why?" I questioned the butler.

"I was wondering if the heroes ever found Duusu."

My eyes go wide for a moment. "How do you know about him?" I stand up quickly, letting the chair fall behind me.

"Back in my time with the British army, a friend and I worked with him and Nooroo." Alfred looked as though he was thinking of a time long ago. "We were in a covert ops mission in Tibet when we lost them, unfortunately."

"You were his holder?" I gripped the side of the table. "And you aren't deathly ill?" I said with confusion.

"No, Miss Marinette. I am perfectly healthy. Why would I be ill?" He looked at me calmly.

I started to pace. "Tikki, what do I do? This is big news, right?" I say in French so hopefully the others can't understand.

Bruce and his family all look around at each other confused except for Alfred, who seemed oddly okay with the girls' sudden change of attitude.

"Maybe we can fill in the blanks that Duusu himself has seemed to of forgotten." My pace begins to quicken. "Tikki, he's still sick. This might just fix him." I said excitedly.

"Angel." Damian tries to get my attention. "Who are you talking to?" Damien says with confusion.

"We could go get him right now, Tikki. Kaalki can take us there." I said.

"Sunshine." Jason tries next.

"I'm sure we can trust them, Tikki. I know who they are." I say sheepishly.

"What?" Bruce speaks up, finally stopping my pacing. "What do you mean? And who's Tikki?" Bruce said sternly.

"I'm Tikki." A small red flying pixie flew out of my bag.

Tim and Jason jumped a few feet away while the rest of the family stare in shock.

"I'm the kwami of creation" Tikki says in a high-pitched voice, turning to Alfred. "Also I think that we need your help."