CROSSOVER AUs| Marinette stood on the rooftop, fidgeting her hands nervously. The harsh freezing winds that promising the coming of autumn left her covered in goosebumps as her simple black peasant blouse and her knee length red plaid skirt; even with the black stockings. She had done her utter best to look as nice as she could. Her bluish black hair, longer than it ever was before, was tied back in a pretty red bow. She wore a cropped leather jacket and shiny black combat boots that gave her school girl look a nice rocker edge to it. (Marinette really just hoped it made her look tough.) She had simple black purse on her shoulder where Tikki hid from the cold. Her make-up was natural, apart from her movie star red lips. Unfortunately, apart from her earrings, she wore no jewelry to complete the looks as she had been warned about the city of Gotham long before she ever came to the United States. It was because she was in Gotham that Marinette had fighting staff with her. It had belonged to Master Fu. He had taught her how to use it whenever he had the time.
Her Uncle Clark stood protectively next to her. Or rather Superman stood next to her. It was late, but between the overhead of clouds in the sky and the bright lights of the city, honestly, Marinette wouldn’t be surprised if most people couldn’t tell. They had landed, LITERALLY, on the roof the tallest building in the most dangerous city in the world not long ago; but honestly with the building in her stomach, they could’ve been waiting anywhere between ten minutes and an hour, and Marinette wouldn’t have doubted either. Not with the way she felt. Not with the shivers that went down her spine at every shadow that seemed to move and jump at her.
Unconsciously, Marinette leaned against Superman like she used to do with her father when she was a little girl and a scary movie was on.
Superman put a hand on her shoulder and looked down at her with a small smile, “It’s okay,” He assured her. “He’s not as scary as people make him out to be.”
Marinette shot him a look. Yeah, right. The Bat of Gotham. The terror of the night wasn’t as scary as people said. “And Lex Luther isn’t bald either.” The retort earned a chuckle from the man in blue. “Are you sure about this, Superman? I heard what happened with Darkseid. And what he did to Bane. Batman could totally take over the world.”
“Too much paperwork,” A voice growled behind them.
Marinette yelped, jumped like ten feet the air, spun around, and did the one thing she knew cost her, her life…
She wacked Batman in the face with her bo staff. With all the strength and skill she earned from years of being Ladybug, she kicked the momentarily stunned Bat in the chest, the force of the hit sent Batman over the edge of the roof.
It went silent again. As both Superman and Marinette processed what just occurred. Superman’s face portrayed his shock as he mouth was agape and his eyes wide.
Marinette swallowed hard and nodded seriously. “It’s time to go home,” She told her Uncle. “I, um, I don’t think we’ll be getting any help from Gotham, anymore.”
Superman just blink. And then blinked again. He shook his head, “What?” Superman asked confused, still a bit stunned. “You hit Batman in the face.”
“He came out of nowhere,” Marinette defended. “He stuck up on us. Who sneaks up on people in Gotham? It’s his own fault.”
“You kicked him off the roof!”
“Still his own fault!”
“Marinette!” Superman face palmed.
“He should’ve known better!”
The sound of a throat clearing broke up the squabbling Uncle and Niece. The turned around and saw Batman with a severe glare on his face.
