The Badass Ladybird of Gotham

Night games and rage

By the time they managed to somehow soak up all the water the two boys spread n their small war, it was past dinnertime, almost midnight. They all sat at a round table.

"I literally do not plan on sleeping tonight. You guys wanna pull an all nighter playing Monopoly?" Steph raised an eyebrow.

"Dick, you are aware that we are supposed to be responsible adult/babysitters. Also. we are supposed to get rest for tomorrow. Right?" he shrugged.

"Tim doesn't sleep, Cass won't wake up, I am far too excited to sleep, Mari and Damian will most likely be making out all night," the two blushed angrily at him, "and Steph, don't think I don't know about how you binge watch literally everything." Everyone at the table did not make eye contact with anyone. "Ok, so Monopoly it is?" everyone glared at him and he skipped to go get the game. In the end, Tim reigned victorious, Dick was surprisingly in last place, favoring to buy all the railroads at once. Everyone facepalmed at him. In the end, by 2 am, Damian flipped the board, Steph threw glitter at everyone, Cass fell asleep...... somewhere..., Dick passed out in the middle of the table, and Tim, just watched all the chaos fall with Marinette.

"So," he started, "Excited for tomorrow? Well, today?" she shrugged.

"Will Damian be killing anyone?" Tim looked over at Damian, who was curled up in a ball, letting rage cloud over him in the corner of the room.

"Nah, he'll be fine. If you do that 'Marinette trance' thing, he'll be fine." she gave him a look.

"What do you mean by 'Marinette trance thing'?" Tim waved it off. She walked over, and kneeled down to Damian's level. "Hey Damian, didn't you say you wanted to check activity in the city tonight?" he nodded and stood up. He hit the three keys on the piano, and they walked past the clock. He sat in front of the Batcomputer.

"You know what's been strange?" she rested her elbows on the back of his chair.

"hmm?" he felt his face heat up a bit.

"We haven't heard from Riddler in almost a month. I actually miss his fun little questionares." She gave him a look. "What? It's fun without the whole hostage thing." he shifted in his seat. "Anyways, we normally have a weekly, if not monthly run in with the villans. Speaking of, oh-" he looked at the screen it was blank. "Ok, that's unusual." she giggled and pecked him on the cheek.

"So birdboy," she put her arms around him. He tried to stare straight ahead at the screen, searching the city. "Hi" he felt her breath on his neck. He turned around and smirked.

"Last year, Dick and Jason downloaded Mario Kart on here. You wanna play?" she smirked back.

"I hope you know, that I am a pretty big video game champ back in Paris." He pulled out two controllers.

"Let's put that to the test. You know what? Let's make things more interesting." She raised an eyebrow. "Whoever loses, has to do a dare of the other's choosing." She took a moment to think, then held out her hand.

"It's a deal."

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HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK IS SHE BEATING ME?!?!?!?!? Damian was losing. Badly. He was almost half a lap behind. He fumed. He got an idea. He turned around and kissed her while still looking at the screen. She pulled away and smiled, then the screen lit up. How the hell did she still win? She stood uup and did her victory dance.

"Hey, stop sulking. I'm not evil." he rose an eyebrow. "Ok, I'm not THAT evil." he chuckled.

"So, what will it be?" she shrugged.