Chapter 31

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Marinette's POV

Honestly, I was a bit anxious to be going out on another mission after the 'trauma' from the last. But seeing as this was a batfamily congregation, I guess it would be fine. I'm surprised they even let me join. We were making our way over to the carnival, Bruce driving the batmobile with Steph, Cass and Jason while I flew with Damian, Dick and Tim using my powers.

We arrived at the carnival and I landed next to the vehicle and transformed. "Tikki, Spots On." Bruce explained the situation and we were ready to move in with Batgirl on the line. It's..weird...I can't explain it but there wasn't a complete unison between them, yet there was a mutual understanding. Eh, that's Bruce's problem for taking in so many kids... Could never be me..

We quietly crept around in silent footsteps until we arrived at the tent which housed the specific game we were here to investigate. But then, my body jolted suddenly and my posture stiffened. Damian seemed to have noticed. "What's wrong?" I sighed uneasily, "I felt Klarion's presence. He's here."

Bruce made his way up to me. "Can you tell where he is? Does he know we're here?" I shook my head, "No, and I'm not sure. He can probably sense my presence. I can go elsewhere then rendezvous back with you guys once Klarion is distracted." Jason interjected, "No way pixie, that's too dangerous."

I paused, then spoke, "The mission is more important. And that seems to be you guys' motto. Batman, make the call." He narrowed his eyes then spoke, "Alright. But Red Hood, Orphan and Robin will be accompanying you. Meet us back by the car once your side of things have been cleared up." I nodded and the four of us were off, me leading the way.

I wasn't fond of separating the group but Klarion's presence here is..strange. What business could he have here? Another jolt passed through my body and I froze. "Hey, what's the matter?" Cassandra asked. My eyes widened, "Wazz, Tikki unify- Shelter!"

A large, red lightning bolt struck my shield. The person behind it was none other than Klarion. He chuckled softly, "Well, well, my toy came running back to me." I groaned, "Don't be cocky." He stopped and smirked, "So..the other bats are here too I presume. Hah, more for me to feast upon. Right Teekl?" His cat hissed in his arm. "Oh, what now!?"

While those two had a conversation, Jason placed his hand on my shoulder, my shield still active. "Pixie, we need to escape. Let's-" But I raised my hand, cutting him off. I can almost hear it, the literal translation for the cat. They were talking about the people that went missing. And the furies below the tent we were sent to investigate.

"Klarion has company here with him, You need to go back and help Batman with the evacuation and the fight. I'll be fine here with Klarion." Damian scoffed, "Father can handle that on his own-" "And so can I with Klarion. The mission." I reminded him. His face changed and I scoffed in return. "I'll cover for you guys."

I removed the shield as Cass patted my shoulder and off she went. Klarion was quick to notice and fired in retaliation as I revealed my shield once again. Jason soon followed and last was Damian. I then turned back to the witch boy, removing the shield.

I need to buy the batfamily time so they could complete their mission and escape with the teens. "So witch boy, why are you here?" I spoke. He groaned, "This is no fun when I have a toy with a conscience. But tell me, how are your powers coming along? Have you made peace with them?" I narrowed my eyes.

Why would he want to know that and was he referring to the kwamis? Can he really see them? "That's none of your concern." Teekl then jumped out of his arms and made its way up to me. Once it was close enough its eyes turned bright red and it began to hiss at the kwamis. I stepped back only to be met with Klarion's hand around my throat.

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