Maribat one shots

Detective AU

I wasn't supposed to be on duty that night, you might have called it fate, but I wouldn't. I don't believe in that, never did. Where are you now? What have you done with yourself? Have you forgotten me as I rot in jail for you? I wouldn't be surprised if you had. The sirens of my car were blaring, I spoke to my coworker who motioned at you. You were sitting in the ambulance, a mug in hand, someone had placed one of the weighted blankets on you, most likely as a form of comfort, we made eye contact and for a moment I really felt as though time had stopped. I forgot everything, the what, the why and the how. Time froze or slowed down, nothing seemed to matter as i placed my eyes on you, but, a girl was dead, and you were the one who found her body. If my partner hadn't placed his hand on my shoulder night, asking me to talk to you, would we have just looked at each other all night? would we have even addressed the other? 

I ponder these questions as I sit in my cell, with my thoughts as my only distraction, there is only so much i can do before i go insane. 

"Professor Dupain-Chang?" You looked up at me, nodding your head at the name. "I'm Detective Damian Wayne, can we talk?" you didn't say anything, you only nodded your head and moved to the side making space for me to sit besides you on the ambulance floor. The conversation between us hadn't been long, but you gave me important information that night. You were a professor at this university, you taught chemistry, with a focus on organic chem for this term, the girl who had died was your long time friend, Miss César she had stayed back to ask you a question before leaving. You were packing your things and by the time you got out of the class you heard a 'bang' and a man ran past you.

You couldn't have stayed away could you? You were never able to just mind your own business were you? You always had to be a hero and save everyone. You walked into the auditorium where the sound came from and found her on the floor. Dead. there was nothing you could do for her by the time you got there, you told me how you cried and pleaded and from the blood stains on your shirt i knew you had picked up her body, most likely hugging it, hoping she was still alive. You told me the story and I listened. Every word striking a chord with me.

 That moment was the start of my own downfall.

I watched the way your eyes glistened with tears, your voice cracking at your own words and thoughts, the memory engraved in your mind, and I couldn't help it. I don't even know why myself, you had cried on my shoulder that night and for some dumb reason I gave you my number, I told you I would contact you the moment I got information on the case. That was the first rule I broke for you.

You snaked your way into the case, insisting you could help, and I let you. I would tell you everything. The clues we had. the moment we found the gun and identified it, you had found a way to crack the information from me. You ranted about the elements and how she left clues in them, I fell for your words and your disgustingly brilliant mind. I wished I knew how much I would come to hating the thing i loved the most about you. I knew I was wrong, I knew I was breaking the rules. You knew it too that's the worst part. 

You would show up at the police station to bring me coffee and doughnuts, chat with me and take my mind off the case, in the evening i found myself in your apartment or you in mine, you bewitched me body and mind, and I let myself fall. You did help, you were right she left clues, and I became obsessed with the case, obsessed with finding out who killed her. I ignored the nagging feeling in my head yelling at me to stop, telling me this was a bad idea and that nothing good would come out of it, that there were eyes on me. You made me go crazy, I wasn't myself anymore. I found comfort in your arms and at your touch, you were the only thing i had that was steady in my life, I couldn't lose that. 

You were on my mind all the time, and the feeling of being watched grew, I felt more and more eyes on me it felt as though there were insects under my skin and my ears rung, eyes were on me, but i never knew from where, i felt uneasy in my own home, like there was someone living in my walls. I couldn't sleep, but after the months I had spent on this case, the sleepless nights and the 48 hour days, I was close to cracking the case, we had a new suspect, Pierre. He made the case even bigger than I had originally thought. 

I remember the day we caught him like it was yesterday. We had a sighting of him in a restaurant surveillance camera, I didn't know he would come to us. I left for work that morning, telling you to stay safe. I didn't expect to get a call from you as soon as I reached the station. I stayed quiet, listening as you spoke, I remember his voice, groggy as he threatened you. I was stressed, I couldn't let anything happen to you.

My coworkers' eyes were on me, they whispered as I walked by, my phone still by my ear. My captain called me into his office, I didn't want to hang up the phone, I didn't know how to solve this, you were in danger, Marinette, but I couldn't tell anyone, it would raise too much suspicion. And why was everyone looking at me? I walked in the office, he sat me down, the look on his face stern and i couldn't read it. He stayed quiet for a while, my leg was bobbing up and down as I thought of ways to get out of the room and out of this suffocating air. I needed to get to you now. "You'll be suspended until further notice." I couldn't believe what I had heard. He had said it so abruptly, I wanted to ask why and how, but I needed to get to you.

"I'm sorry captain, I don't understand." He sighed, turning around his monitor, showing the countless footage of us together, everyone knew. Some scenes were taken in my apartment and a chill ran down my spine as that nagging feeling resurfaced, someone had been in my house, watching me, it was the same person who was in my apartment with you right now Marinette. He had the upper hand all along. I never had the upper hand in this game. I remember how I had pleaded and begged the captain to not suspend me, it was as though my life was at stake and not yours. I knew I had messed up, I knew I lost all credibility, I knew it. I must've gone mad at that moment when I handed him my badge, telling him I'd bring in my gun the following morning when I collected the rest of my things. I didn't bother listening to what he had to say, I would deal with all the consequences later.

Trust me, I did.

I rushed to my car and made it back to my apartment. I pulled my gun out of the backseat pocket before I got out. I had no plan, no idea if you were alive, no idea of the situation. I tucked the gun in my pants before opening the door. There you were, at the dining table, a piece of paper in front of you, pen in hand, with the suspect behind you. I acted coy, as though I hadn't known the stranger standing in my living room. We exchanged a few words before the jig was up, I forget now how it had happened and which one of us had given up first. We were both lying to each other.

I pulled out my gun, aiming it at Pierre as he grabbed you by the back of your shirt, placing you in front of him as a shield. I could feel my jaw clench, and for a moment I forgot how to breath. I was going to kill him, I needed to. But you were there. I didn't know what to do. My head was spinning, a thousand thoughts flooded my mind. It was overwhelming, my grip tightened around the gun, I extended my arm, aiming towards the both of you. Fear took over your face, you looked side to side panicked and Pierre scoffed as though he hadn't expected me to still shoot. I took a breath, counting to five in my head, aiming my shot and pulled the trigger.

I didn't even feel the trigger being pulled, I didn't hear the gunshot, I only heard Pierre yell and scream as you shuffled out of the way, allowing the bullet to pierce his chest. Pierre's body fell to the ground with thud, the carpet doing little to nothing to soften the impact. Your breath was heavy and I saw that something changed in your eyes, you couldn't even look at me anymore. I had saved your life, but you didn't see that did you? How could you have when you called the cops on me, as you had me arrested. I never stop thinking about that day. Your eyes haunt me as I look at my gray cell walls. 

There was no trail, all the evidence was against me, there was a witness and Pierre's hidden cameras had caught the moment. I didn't try to resist, it felt as though i was watching someone else's life happening instead of my own. 

I should have never responded to the emergency call that night.