Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]

(Chapter 31)

Marcel turned on his bed, curling in on himself as he coughed once more, the action scraping against his bloody dry throat. His hand shakily reached out, trying to grab the glass of water nearby.

Kaalki whizzed forward and gently pushed it towards him. Groggily sitting up, he took a long sip, grateful for the liquid soothing his throat before collapsing back to bed.

Tikki hovered over, placing a small paw on his forehead and closing her eyes. A gentle pink glow emitted from her palm and Marcel’s face relaxed, the tension seeping away as he slumbered peacefully.

“How bad is it?” Kaalki asked.

“Not too bad.” Tikki replied, relief evident. “He just needs rest…a lot of rest.”

Kaalki sat down and so did Tikki. A plate of sugar cubes and cookies were nearby but neither were in the mood to snack on them.

Upon arriving back at the hotel, the first thing Marcel did was return Mullo to Master Fu before returning to his room and promptly collapsing from exhaustion. Since then he’s been slipping in and out of consciousness, his hazy mind laden with fatigue from the strain of using another miraculous after already carrying two with him on a daily basis.

“…….she punched him in the face.” Tikki said.

Kaalki winced. “She didn’t know?”

She shook her head. “She knows he’s Mousekateer but in her eyes, they’re two entirely different people.”

Kaalki groaned, already seeing another bucketload of hurdles up ahead. “Well this is a complicated turn of events.” She sighed.

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“Well this is a complicated turn of events.” Tim groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose at the video playing before him.

Apparently, one or two hostages had been bold enough to record the whole ordeal in the museum- including the part where Marcel had not only gambled with Two-Face and won but also how said boy managed to whoop the Joker’s ass not once but twice.

At least they had the decency to censor Marcel’s face but the raven hair and bodybuild was still a dead giveaway.

Needless to say, Marcel was becoming quite the online star right now.

Dahlia glared at the screen as though she wanted to annihilate it from every output source to the input systems which Tim would rather not have her do.

“Don’t worry, D. I’m deleting it as we speak.” Barbara said, typing away on her keyboard.

“Any footage or imagery that has a head of raven hair will disappear from the web forever.” Tim reassured as he blocked the comment section to stop anymore remarks from pouring into the gradually expanding section.

Dahlia said nothing. She simply stood up and walked away.

Tim sighed, mentally counting down the seconds…..

Sure enough, he heard the rev of an engine and the screeching of tyres as Robin drove out of the cave.

“……………how much you wanna bet she’s going to see the angel?” Stephanie asked.

“Is that rhetorical?” Tim snorted.

Marcel groaned, feeling consciousness take a firmer grasp this time. His mind didn’t feel as foggy as before and his body seemed to be a bit rejuvenated.